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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:06:53 GMT -5
Ryan Cole vs. Gary vs. The Red PantherSince debuting in ACW, Ryan Cole has gone two and oh, beating his opponents at Fallen Heroes each individually. Now however, he must face both of them in a triple threat match. The winner is sure to elevate their status on the ACW radar so it is a given every man will bring it.ACW Entertainment Championship Criminal (c) vs. TJAfter TJ beat Criminal for the title, he went on a two month long reign, defeating Mr. Red and all the while ending the career of his former friend, turned betrayer Frank Washington. Criminal however stole the title, using his rematch clause and now it's TJ's turn to use his. At Fallen Heroes these two will settle the score.ACW Heavyweight Championship Chris Phenomenal (c) vs. Danny MainerA feud that has spanned Chris' entire tenure has reached a new boiling point. With Danny Mainer knocking Chris off the stage only six days before what type of condition willl he be in to wrestle. Danny Mainer has made it his final goal in ACW to be champion and will stop at nothing but over the past two months, Chris has proven to be nigh on unbeatable. Something has to give at Omega Effect.Fallen Heroes Battle RoyalTwenty will enter, one will leave with a chance at Omega Effect. Will Jason Freeman finally reach the top? Will Chris Phenomenal or Danny Mainer win both the ACW Heavyweight Championship and the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. What about Scorpion, TJ, XS3 and Theodore Wellington. In a true test of a man's mettle we will determine the challenger for Omega Efffect Six.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:10:40 GMT -5
Fallen Heroes.
Fallen Heroes!
Fallen Heroes!!!
It's finally here and we are met with a flourish, a lavish fireworks display after the ACW PPV logo flashing greets the eyes for our opening display, before a run down of the past month is played on the titantron, ending with Danny Mainer and Chris Phenomenal staring at each other before it fades into the Fallen Heroes banner. We are then taken to ringside, with McNally and Edison running down the card and talking about what it means to be a part of ACW.
We are then taken to the backstage parking lot for our first segment.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:11:36 GMT -5
Entering the Lion’s Den Chris Phenomenal
Last year at Fallen Heroes, he truly put the world on notice. Three months into his ACW tenure, Chris Phenomenal lasted longer than any person inside of the ring, including the eventual winner during the battle royal itself, on top of the fact that he had wrestled earlier in the night defending his Entertainment Championship against Jonny Spade. Tonight however, he’s faced with a bigger task, defending the greatest prize in the industry as opposed to a second tier title and then looking towards history.
As the cameras roll into the parking lot, a black 2010 Hummer rolls into the entrance, in the front seat appear to be two large, burly black men. As they roll into the spot reserved for the ACW World Heavyweight Champion there’s a chorus of jeers mixed with a scattering of cheers, the brash champion loathed by millions, loved by hundreds and in the end, truly not caring about them. This night, every night for that matter is about the championship, about collecting the pay check and then making it home in one piece.
The doors of the Hummer open, all four, as the two black men step out first and the man from the rear door on the far side walks over and takes the rear as finally Chris Phenomenal steps out leading to a spike in the decibel level. He looks around without the least bit of timidity in his manner, the aggressive gait betraying the ill kept ruse of focus. On this night, it’s simply about that. The doors slam shut and Chris Phenomenal begins forwards, the body guard duo picking up the rear as they head towards his locker room.
They begin heading down the halls in the back of Cowboys Stadium, past a number of workers; caterers, make up, sound techs, paying them little attention. Finally they reach the locker room area and Chris puts his head up, daring someone to look him the eye. They trot past the communal room on the left, a few private ones on the right before reaching the end of the hall and the locker room reserved for the ACW Champion. Chris spins the handle and the door opens as Chris strides in, looking around cautiously but with no sight or sound of trouble, relaxes as he throws the duffle bag that’s been on his shoulder onto his couch.
The accompanying bodyguards follow him in, the last pulling the door shut as Chris throws himself into a chair. They stand watching him before he kicks back, putting his feet on the coffee table and addresses them all.
Chris Phenomenal: Guys, I understand what’s at stake but this is personal, Mainer and I. I don’t want to give the cockbag any excuse on why he lost, saying he was distracted by you guys at ringside, afraid for his life, or that he’s secretly a card carrying member of the KKK and was afraid of getting touched by a black man. I know you guys are paid to make sure nothing bad happens, and that’s what you’re going to do this week. You accompany me down, make sure nothing happens there but otherwise, you guys make yourself scarce, you head into the back and make sure no one that’s unauthorized comes down. TJ, Scorpion, XS3, almost all the roster has a bone to pick with me and I wouldn’t put it past any of them to try and cost me the title. I need each and everyone of you stationed somewhere to make sure no one comes out from the back.
Got it?
They all nod silently, orders given, received and to be followed. They look back at Chris who merely shakes his head, before there’s a knock at the door. Everyone is silent for a moment before Chris nods in the negative, telling them to ignore it. There’s a second knock and everything remains the same, this time Chris speaks up.
Chris Phenomenal: I know something’s going to happen, I can feel it. I don’t know if it’s going to be here in the back before, during the match or after, but someone is going to rain on my parade tonight, or at least attempt to and I can’t have that. We, yes, we have a chance to make history tonight and we will get there.
The person banging at the door obviously gives up as the room falls silent, Chris pausing for a moment as the three men stare at him for a moment. Theirs a faint buzz from Chris’ pocket and he pulls it out, checking it and smiling before tucking it back away.
Chris Phenomenal: They tried to tell me I didn’t belong and look at me know boys, ACW World Heavyweight Champion, and after tonight, Fallen Heroes Battle Royal Winner.
Not a bad life for a hood rat.
And with that, the scene fades away.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:14:34 GMT -5
Three little wrestlers-Ryan Cole
Knock Knock Knock
“Well where is he?”
We see Charlotte King just like on Monday in the hallway standing outside the locker room of Ryan Cole but this time it appears that she cannot get into the room she tries the door but the rattling noise just confirms that the door is locked
At least you knocked this time Ms. King.
Charlotte jumps out of shock and turns to see Ryan Cole staring down his nose at her and his 6 foot 7 enforcer Dominic Campbell standing behind him
King:I- just
Cole:Just what Ms. King?
She quickly shakes off her surprise and gets right back to what she came for
King:I just wanted-
Cole:To "ask some questions", right?
The mocking tone is his voice serves only to aggravate Charlotte but she keeps her cool
King:I was going to ask about your match.
Cole: What is there to ask Ms. King? I’m going to go out there for my match and like every time I’m in an ACW ring I’m going to win and send a message.
King:But this time you have not just one but two opponents
Ryan recolis in mock horror before chuckling and turning to his Enforcer muttering "you hear that?" he turns back with a wide smirk on his face
Cole: To paraphrase the big bad wolf “All the more opponent to beat"
King:But you haven’t had a triple threat match yet in your tenure in ACW.
Cole:First time for everything Ms. King, and besides, I hadn’t had a submissions match until this Monday and look how that turned out.
King:But it was a close match on Monday and it’s got to be even closer tonight
Cole:Close matches are more memorable.
A smirk crosses Charlotte's face and she giggles out a response
King:Are you honestly saying that you almost lost on purpose?
Cole:I’m saying that maybe you ought to have a little faith in me.
King:And why should I have faith in you?
Cole:I’ll address this not just to you but to every ACW fan, the reason you should have faith, the reason that you should belive in me and praise me is that I have a mission. I have a purpose, I will do what I have too, anything I have too to go down in ACW history and it is this mission this goal that sets me out from anyone else, you may not like how I do it I will do it and that is why you should have faith and you can remember that.
Cole closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky as if he has just given the most incredible speech, which he probably thinks he has. Campbell silently nods in agreement with the least subtle man on the planet
Cole:Good enough Ms. King?
King:Just one mo-
She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence as Cole just glides past her without saying a word Dominic Campbell gives a polite bow before following after the International man of arrogance. Charlotte gives off a heavy sigh,she watches Cole and Campbell walk away before shaking her head and waving to the camera man to stop
King: To paraphrase the big bad wolf “All the more hopeful for you to have your ass kicked"
End
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:16:41 GMT -5
Match: Ryan Cole vs Red Panther vs Gary Creedit: Theodore Wellington The crowd is hot for the first match of the night at what is sure to be a great show, Fallen Heroes 2010. The opening match features and new face on a roll, Ryan Cole, a fan favorite in Gary, and the veteran Red Panther. As we get ready to for the match, Skillet – Rebirthing blasts on the speaker and Ryan Cole makes his way out to the ramp.Philip: Ladies and Gentleman this match is a Triple Threat Match and is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first..from London, England…Ryan CoOoOoOle![/color] Ryan Cole makes his way out and down the ring where he climbs the stairs and ducks in and stands in the middle of the ring. He raises his hand in the hand and waits for his opponents.
Slowly a wind instrument of some sort begins to play as the lights dim. After about 00:30 seconds a synthesizer begins bubbling along behind the wind instrument. About 00:42 seconds in high pitched remixed female vocals are added to the mix.Philip: And from Honolulu, Hawaii…The RED PANNNTHER![/color] Come with me to the dance floor, You and me cause that´s what it´s for Show me now what is it You got to be doing And the music in the house... At around a minute, the lights come back on and The Red Panther walks out from the back as "Warrior's Dance" by the Prodigy plays. Panther walks to the ring confidently to a positive reaction. Panther rolls into the ring and goes into his corner, preparing for the match ahead.
While Cole and Panther give each other a stare Dream on by Aerosmith plays and Gary emerges onto the stage. Before Philip can announce him however, Ryan Cole’s enforcer Dominic Campbell runs out from the back and hits Campbell hard in the back causing him to go face first into the ramp. Quickly Campbell picks him up and smashes him with a Sit out powerbomb right on the steel of the ramp. He stands up and backs away as medics rush to Gary’s aid. The signal to the ref that he won’t be able to compete and the ref signals for the match to start. DINGDING DING Panther is looking at the stage in shock as Cole runs up behind him and locks and connects with a Russian Leg Sweep. He stands up quickly but so does Panther and as he turns Panther attempts a clothesline that he ducks under. Panther turns back around and Cole hits two stiff European Uppercuts followed by a hard belly to belly suplex. He goes for the pin.[/i] 1.. 2.. NO! Panther kicks out but Cole seems to still be confident as he stands up and strikes a pose that the crowd boo’s at. He smiles and turns back towards Panther and picks him up. As he does so though, Panther is recovered and he takes Cole to the mat with an arm drag. The two men get up and he takes him down again with a head scissors take down. This time Cole takes some time to get up so Panther runs up the turnbuckle and as Cole gets up he hits a flying drop kick. Panther is now feeling the energy and he sets up and locks on a Triangle Choke Hold that has the fans screaming for Cole to tap. Cole takes his free hand and pushes the ref to the side causing him to the turnbuckle and fall down. As Panther locks in the hold tighter it looks like his going to win when Dominic once again comes into the ring and stomps on Panther forcing him to let go. Panther gets up but Dominic plants him with a big boot before ducking out of the ring. Cole goes over to Panther and locks on the Chiropractors Nightmare submission hold! He pulls hard as the ref gets up and Panther has no choice but to tap![/i] Ding Ding Ding Phillip: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….RYAN COLE![/color] Cole stands up and celebrates as Dominic comes back in the ring to celebrate with him. Cole is running around the ring extremely excited as he just had a career moment…Winning his PPV debut in dominating fashion!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:18:23 GMT -5
Segment: A New Vision of ACW Credit: Theodore Wellington The camera opens up to the back where we see Theodore Wellington with his body guard, Tyson Washington. They are walking down the hall discussing something when the round the corner and see Criminal walking in front of them. Wellington grabs Tyson and they duck behind the corner, unseen by Criminal.
Wellington tells Washington to be quiet as he starts to tip toe after Criminal who is walking down the hall stretching out. As he follows, he mocks Criminal’s stretches and the way he walks, Criminal still unaware of his presence. Suddenly Criminal stops and turns around but Wellington dives into an open door and stays hidden. Criminal looks for a minute and then turns around continues walking. Wellington jumps out from behind the door and runs full speed at Criminal, running up and planting him with the Money Shot that almost snaps him in two.
He laughs as the crowd boo’s and he walks around to the head of Criminal where he crouches down. He looks at Criminal’s motionless body and has a sickening grin on his face. He takes out a 20 dollar bill and leaves it on Criminals body before he gets up and continues down the hall. We now go to inside the arena where the Soul of Philly is in the ring waiting for the man Wellington just knocked out.
“My Time” blasts on the speakers and Theodore Wellington emerges from the back with Tyson and the fans let out a chorus of boos as the cockily make their way to the ring. Wellington climbs the stairs and wipes his feet as he walks in. Tyson jumps on the side of ring and steps over the ropes into the ring. Theodore grabs a mic and as TJ glares at Tyson, not taking his eyes of the goliath sized man.Theodore Wellington: In case you haven’t realized TJ, your match for the Entertainment Title has been CANCELED! TJ is shocked at the news and he turns to look Theodore. As soon as he does however, Tyson delivers a KO right hand that makes TJ hit the mat in the blink of an eye. He picks up TJ in a military press and throws him from the ring as Theodore just looks on laughing.Theodore Wellington: Now, I know the battle royal is coming up where I have my number 20 spot, but I decided not to take any risks. Hawthorne owes me a title shot and I am cashing that in…NOW. So Phenomenal…get your ass in this ring! The crowd cannot believe what they are hearing as this night just got even bigger! Before long the champ’s music blasts on the loud speaker and Chris starts making his way to the ring. He climbs in the ring and the ref takes the belt and holds it up for all to see. Phenomenal still looks unpleased and confused at this predicament as the bell rings to start the match.
As they circle around each other, waiting for someone to make the first move, Tyson jumps up on the ring apron causing Phenomenal to turn around suddenly. Wellington wastes no time as he runs over and plants the champ with the Money Shot!! He grabs his tights and rolls him up for the pin!1..
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3! The crowd is in disbelief as Wellington jumps up, now the new World Champion! He slides out of the ring and does a victory lap around the ring before sliding back in where he is handed the ACW belt. He holds it above his head as green and gold confetti starts to fall from the ceiling and the fans actually cheer for their new champion! He stands posed in the ring with his new belt for all to see.Tyson walks in front of Theodore and abruptly grabs him as the new champ stares in disbelief. For no apparent reason Tyson starts shaking Theodore. He keeps shaking him over and over again as everything starts to go black….Theodore Wellington: Huh? What’s going on? Theodore wakes up to the sight of Tyson standing over him shaking him rapidly. As his eyes open, Tyson stops and steps back. Theodore looks around for his new belt but can’t find it. Finally it hits him.. it was all dream. A beautiful dream, but a dream none the less. He had seen a vision that kept playing over and over in his head…him standing in the ring with the title raised above his head. Theodore stands up and starts stretching, tonight would be the night he takes his first step towards making that dream a reality. He pats Tyson on the shoulder and signals for him to follow as the two exit the locker room and head down the hall way as the scene fades.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:20:27 GMT -5
MELTING POT Danny Mainer Sat inside his office, Samuel Hawthorne was mindlessly writing cheques listening to some gentle classic music enjoying the peaceful tranquillity. Opening with a shot of him holding an expensive fountain pen in his luxurious office, his tranquil environment would soon be smashed by a flying dropkicking Danny Mainer taking the door clean off its hinges. One would normally soil themselves at such a sight but cool and collected, Hawthorne simply looked up at the destruction then back down to his cheques as Danny Mainer dusted himself off and got to his feet. He was wearing snazzy jeans and big-ass gothic boots to add to his dropkick and a wifebeater vest so it wouldn’t catch when he threw himself at the door. Once he was done, he quickly kicked the door to the side and started beating his chest like a gorilla in heat.Danny Mainer: ”Big Chief Hawthorne, HOO-HAW-HAW.”Without even looking at him, Hawthorne uttered his response in a melancholy tone while carrying on signing cheques.Samuel Hawthorne: “Don’t you have anything better to be doing with your time like I don’t know but, preparing for the biggest match of your career?” Danny Mainer: ”I just wanted to talk to you about the possibility of rehashing one of last years most stellar success stories at Omega Effect, The Crucible match-up.”Samuel continued to write, showing complete disinterest as his voice was monotone and bored sounding, a stellar contrast to Mainers.Samuel Hawthorne: “You mean that one match where a bunch of people with ladders tried to kill each other for the same title shot you’re using tonight, one that can be used at any time and at any place?” Danny Mainer: ”That’s right.”Wrinkling his forehead, a little intrigued now Hawthorne looked up and looked at Mainer briefly.Samuel Hawthorne: “Why would you want to rehash that?” As Mainer answered Mr. Hawthornes question he returned to writing his cheques.Danny Mainer: ”Well first of all, last year it was a critically acclaimed match. Pro Wrestling Observer described it as one of ACW’s most awe-inspiring hardcore performances rivalling our various Industrial Revolution and Leather and Lace matches. It also means if I have an extremely bad stroke of luck and lose both my world title match and The Fallen Heroes Battle Royale then I can win the match that put me in this position in the first place once again and not get bogged down by being psychotic and actually win this time.”Samuel Hawthorne: “Sounds like a plan.” Danny Mainer: ”It does. I get another shot, you get a big lump of cash and the opportunity to watch whoever you want get tragically beaten by a ladder and by me! It’s a win win for everyone.”Putting the finished cheques to one side ready to envelope, he looked up and gave Mainer the answer he wanted.Samuel Hawthorne: “Alright, well I’ll do it and I’ll have it booked in tonight but you do realize that if you walk out tonight as world champion or Fallen Heroes winner you will be banned from competing in The Crucible. Understood? Under no circumstances are you getting anything more than you should already have. You’re right, you’ve got world championship material but I’m not stacking the odds in your favour any more than they are already.” Danny Mainer: ”Right on. Roll out?”Samuel Hawthorne: “Yup. Bye.” Mainer turned to leave through the door-frame but quickly turned on his heels to approach Hawthorne with another question.Danny Mainer: ”Oh, shit the bed. I forgot. Is it too late to add a stipulation to my title match?”Samuel Hawthorne: “Depends.” Danny Mainer: ”Can we ban Raymond King from appearing at ringside?”Samuel Hawthorne: “Consider it done.” Danny Mainer: ”Sweet. That’s all. Later bossman.”Samuel Hawthorne: “Mr. Hawthorne.” Danny Mainer: ”Sure whatever. Later.”And with that Mainer left, slamming the door behind him as Hawthorne rolled his eyes returning to his paperwork.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:22:29 GMT -5
Last Gate Standing By Buddy Ghee/Freeman
Charlotte King: Alright, once again the man of the hour is Buddy Ghee. One on Nineteen, and he's not exactly the biggest man in this business, so he's...
Buddy Ghee: Got the odds in his favor. See the biggest man can take out eighteen guys, but that nineteenth, with all his cunning, can outsmart that tank and throw him over the rope. I mean, think about it, that giant charges to the ropes for a clothesline, and *OHP!* That guy ducks down and he tumbles over the ropes, now THAT is what this is all about.
Charlotte King: Well, you seem to be sure of yourself.[/color]
Buddy Ghee: (Buddy's taken aback.) Shouldn't I be? Look at me. I'm in the best shape of my life. You think all this training is for nothing? Here. (He flexes one of his arms.) Feel that... C'mon, don't be shy. (She hesitates, but moves for it.) BAM! (She jumps up, surprised. Buddy bursts out laughing.) I'm just muggin', mama. (She punches him in the arm.) Whoa, you sure you ain't in the match? You'd do good. I'm just messin' around, I'm in such a good mood, how can I be brought down?
Charlotte King: Get off it, Buddy, I see what you're trying to do, and it's not working. (Buddy's taken aback, again.) Anyway, what are your-
Trace: Hey, it's Buddy Ghee! That’s that guy who does the Shining Star!
Buddy Ghee: Hey... Trace and...
Greg: Greg.
Buddy Ghee: Greg! You guys psyched up for Fallen Heroes?
Greg: Not me. I'm just Trace’s manager, and tonight I have to watch him go out there and most likely embarrass both mys---
Trace: Tonight he has to go out there and watch me WIN! Yeah! I’m pretty psyched because tonight is the night the real age starts…the AGE OF BIRMINGHAM!
Greg: The what?
Trace: You know…the Age of Birmingham! Everyone’s got an age, so I get one too! But the only difference is that mine is the real one and theirs isn’t.
Greg: Of course…
Trace: Yeah, ya know what I mean, right?!
Greg: Trace, maybe you should let Buddy get back to his interview.
Trace: Nah, man, me and Buddy are cool, right Buddy?
Greg: Have you ever spoken to him in your life?
Trace: Well, no, but I could just tell we'd get along well!
Greg: Well, I don't know how well you'd get along with him when he's trying to have an interview and you won't stop interjecting yourself.
Trace: Oh yeah, he’s doing some interview thing! Riiiiiiight! Gotcha! Keep going!
Charlotte: Uh... Buddy? Right. What are your opinions on what Theodore Wellington said?
Buddy Ghee: Oh. Oh, oh. Oh no. Charlotte. You just...
Charlotte: Er... What?
Buddy Ghee: Now my mood is gone. Teddy! You sure talk a big game, but let's meet in that ring and we'll see who the real man is! You hidin' behind that stack 'o cash, you hidin' behind your bodyguard! You constantly steppin' on people because your daddy did all the work for you, you come in with his scratch and now you some tough shit, huh? You think you so bad 'cause your daddy protects you? I'm-a show you what it means to be bad, 'cause I'm the baddest mutha in the business! You cross me, I'll rip your-
Trace: Whoa! Buddy! Dude, we were just having a good time, weren't we?
Buddy Ghee: Shut your trap, Trace, nobody gives a damn about what you have to say!
Trace: Heeey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well…uh…who do you think YOU are Mr. Buddy Ghee…think you’re so cool just because…just because…
Greg: Perhaps you should calm down and stop before you only make this worse for yourself.
Trace: No way! This guy needs to calm down first!
Buddy Ghee: You see me in that ring, you cross me, I'll beat you black and blue! I ain't calmin' down until Teddy's at my feet, groveling!
Buddy storms off. At the last second, you can hear him telling someone to get out of his way. As he walks off, Trace waits until he is safely out of earshot before yelling down the hallway after him.
Trace: Well…I NEVER LIKED YOU ANYWAYS!
Greg: I believe he’s gone.
Trace: Well, whatever. Ill see him in the battle royal and I’ll totally throw him out!
Greg: …Sure you will, Trace. Sure you will.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:23:27 GMT -5
Segment: Back For One (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen backstage with Kevin "The Internet" Anderson.
Kevin Anderson: Hello, Kevin "the Internet" Anderson here alongside Illinois's favorite US Senator, Steve Phillips! So, Steve, you're back in ACW, what's this about?
The Senator: This can be easily explained, I made a number of promises a while back that I would show up here for the Fallen Heroes battle royale, which I would not want to break. I also made a verbal contract with the chairman that I would not mind throwing aside, but my word is my word, and I did say that I would be here. I did not sign a long term contract, nor would I plan to do so, under this regime. This is not a full return, just a single match to fulfill my promises, and test myself.
Anderson: So, are you completely out of shape? I heard you packed on the pounds...
Senator: Washington DC has been a nightmare as of late, but the one positive has been that I have not neglected my workouts, and indeed, I believe that they are the only way I have kept my sanity.
Anderson: Do you think you would know if you did lose it?
Senator: Lose my what?
Anderson: You know, your sanity...
Senator: If you want to lose your head, keep it up, Mr. Anderson. I came here because I said I would. I am out of proper training, and the years keep adding up, but let this be clear, I will not go out to the ring for some punk to throw me right back out of it, and I will make an honest effort in demonstrating just how much this old body can still give out, and that, sir, is nothing, but the truth.
Anderson: And this is Kevin "The Internet" Anderson, back to you Maxwell, Eddie!
Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:27:14 GMT -5
Segment: $100,000 Challenge Credit: Theodore Wellington and Buddy Ghee Fallen Heroes is going off without a hitch so far and the fans are definitely getting their monies worth. With battle royal getting closer, they are itching to see who will walk out with a guaranteed title shot at Omega Effect. They start to get restless for more action when “My Time” comes on the speakers and the usual chorus of boos begin as Theodore Wellington and his body guard emerge on the ramp. He forgoes his usual entrance of rising up onto the ramp and decides to just walk out to the ring. He gets down to the ring and hands Tyson the Millionaire Lifetime Achievement Award and climbs into the ring. Tyson waits outside as Theodore grabs a mic and waits for the boos to die down before he begins to talk.Theodore Wellington: Tonight, as you all know, is the night of Theodore Wellington. Tonight is the night that I walk in at number twenty; throw whatever shmuck is left in the ring out, and claim my title shot for Omega Effect. But that’s later. I am out here right now because I am a generous man. And being the generous man I am, I wanted to bless you fans but allowing you the pleasure of seeing the Future ACW Champion in action tonight. So I am going to hold a Theodore Wellington $100,000 dollar challenge. I am going to give one of you lowly, poor, ugly people a chance to join the elite! So who is going to answer? Theodore drops a check for $100,000 dollars on the mat and leans against the ropes and waits for someone to answer. Before long a fan in the front row jumps over and slowly makes his way up the ring stairs. He gets in and nervously looks at Theodore who is laughing at the small sized man who wants $100,000. Theodore Wellington: So you think you can win the money? What are you going to do if you win the money? Buy a brand new trailer to impress your friends at the trailer park! But you know what, you think you can win, I’ll let you do this. And I’ll even give you the first shot! Theodore drops the mic and circles around the scared man who puts his fist up in a horrible fighting position. Wellington leans forward and tells the guy to take the first shot. The man nervously winds about smacks Wellington, a smack so light he doesn’t even flinch..he just laughs it off. He tells him to take one more shot but the man is too nervous. Wellington says he’ll close his eyes and he can hit him. He stands there with his eyes closed telling him to hit him. While he is standing there the fans start to cheer as Buddy Ghee sneaks out of the crowd and into the ring. He has a chain wrapped around his fist and he stands in front of Theodore with laughing as Wellington has no idea. Just as Theodore is about to open his eyes Ghee winds up and decks him in the face with the chain! Theodore crumples to the ground as the fans cheer and Buddy looks down at Theodore. The fan picks up the check and runs as Ghee stands over Wellington staring down as the scene fades.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:28:10 GMT -5
*We open the scene inside of a room. The room has two red couches, a table with a wild assortment of food on it, there is music playing in the background, it’s rap, although it’s hard to figure out who it is. We hear the distant sounds of the Fallen Heroes crowd in the background, signaling we’re inside Cowboys Stadium. The door swings open and we see TJ and Raj walk into the room. TJ has a duffel bag strapped across his body. He is wearing a black and red hoody with black warm-up pants . Raj has a grey Philadelphia Eagles hoody and has his camera placed on his shoulder* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings How the hell did you pull this one off. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh, easy, I made Hawthorne think he was signing a clause that meant he wouldn’t get involved in my match tonight and then I told he gave me my own locker room with everything I want. Go look at the food. *Raj puts his camera on one of the couches and heads over to the table as TJ puts his duffel bag down next to the locker. He takes his hoody off and hangs it inside the locker. He walks over to the radio and changes the song to rock, but again, it’s hard to figure out who it is.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Really, only yellow skittles? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Look under them. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings HAHAHA, yellow starbursts unwrapped under them! What else did you make Hawthorne pay for? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You see these couches, from The Dump. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings The Dump from home? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes, The Dump in Philly. I made them go to Philly get these couches and bring them here. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings So the big question is, how close is Sammie to barging in here and yelling at you. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hopefully after this promo we shoot. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Alright hold on. Where are these cheesesteaks from? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sweet Lucy’s. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Oh fuck yes! Let me finish this delicious thang first. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright. I have to make a phone call first. *TJ pulls out his phone and scrolls down his contacts list and calls his mom.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hey mom…….yes, I made it to the stadium safely……..no, I didn’t leave him tickets…………..why would I leave him tickets?...................Mom, I don’t care if he’s my dad, he’s never wanted to be one……………….Why do you keep asking me about him…..You of all people should be like me……….Damn it Mom, look I really don’t need this shit, call me when you want to talk about something I give a damn about! *TJ hangs up and chucks his phone at a wall, leaving a hole in wall. Raj, now finished his cheesesteak, looks at him. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Nope, last time I got involved in a fight between your mom and you I wasn’t allow to be at Thanksgiving for 3 years. Now, are we gonna do this promo? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, I’m all nice and pissed off now. *Raj makes his way towards his camera and picks it up as TJ goes into his bag and takes some things out and puts them in the locker. After that he walks over to the opposite couch and sits down as Raj sets up the camera.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings You alright T? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, I will be. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Alright, we are all ready. *Raj flips a switch and a red light comes up. *The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Fallen Heroes: an event that happens once every year in ACW. The name suggest failure to anyone who is here for the right reasons. Reasons like: righting a wrong, ending corruption at the top, to take down a tyrant. All the reasons why I am here. Here to regain my title that was wrongfully taken from me. To end the corruption at the top of ACW that allows men like Theodore Wellington and Chris Phenomenal to walk around and know their actions will have no consequences. To take down Chris Phenomenal, my rival, a tyrant. From where I sit, I see everything as they really are. People like Chris, like Theodore, people who use their money, their influence to get their way. Then people like myself, Dave Shadow, who know to be respected you have to earn it. Earn it through beating people like Theodore, like Chris and shut their mouth. *TJ slaps himself*The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright, now that that’s out of me, the name Fallen Heroes really does suggest failure for guys like me. But that’s just the thing, it only suggest it. It doesn’t not guarantee failure. For the weak it does. But for me, it only stands in my way. It stands in the way of the Age…. Eh, you know that’s something that’s bothering me. Everyone has their own Age. There’s the Age of Phenomenal, there’s the Age of Wellington, I heard there’s going to be an Age of Freeman. Hell, Gary even wants to get his own age, “Age of Jobber”. But it’s funny because everyone wants an Age, but the thing about Ages is, they can end as soon as they start. That’s why I don’t want one, I don’t need one. The reason is in my name, “The Soul of Philly” TJ. A soul is everlasting. No matter how hard you may try to end me, I will always be around. *TJ stands up and Raj moves the camera to follow him as TJ walks to the locker, his back to us*The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Tonight I do two things that I have been ask about a lot in the last 3 weeks: Am I going to beat Criminal and get my title back and when I would get back in the ring with Chris? Both things I get done tonight. I am going to take my title back. If Criminal does not give up halfway through the match, there will be nothing left of him by the end. He took the low road, attacked me then called for his rematch. And Hawthorne stood by and watched it happen. And since if I hit Hawthorne, I’m done in ACW, Criminal will be getting Hawthorne’s beating as well. And Chris, the moment I come down to the ring, I am going straight for you. If you’re about to be eliminated, I’m going to save you because if anyone is going to eliminate you, it’s going to be me and no one else. For 2 years, we been the thorn in each other sides and we both know, one of us eliminating the other, would be the feather in the cap for the person who did so. And I can tell you right now, you will NOT eliminate me. No one is going to eliminate me. *TJ reaches into his locker and pulls out a red glove, the one he wears to the ring. He turns the glove inside out and shows the gloves to the camera. We see, written in permanent marker, smudged letters, “JCF” and “CMF” on one side and in on the other side, in larger lettering, “JFH”.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ These letters are the initials of the people closest to me. JCF and CMF are my uncles, who died two years ago within 4 months of each other. They taught me how to be a man, how to act like a man. A man doesn’t walk away from fights, he walks into them. A man doesn’t run his mouth. JFH is my brother who was attacked this time last year. All three are there in the ring with me every night. I go in with them knowing no matter what happens, they have my back. They are the reason why I am here. I made a promise to my brother that I would not let his death be the end of my career. I told my uncles that I would be a World Champion. And this match, it’s my destiny. This match will be the match that propels me to Omega Effect and to winning the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. I am going to win because I am………TJ. *The scene fades to black.*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:33:54 GMT -5
TJ vs. Criminal TJ
The bell rings three times as Phillip stands in the middle of the ring.
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Entertainment Championship. Introducing first:
Wanted Man by Rev Theory begins to play as the lights go out. Red, white, and gold lights flash as TJ rises up like Kurt Angle in TNA. TJ looks around. He then does a Goldberg like jump as red, white, and gold fireworks go off and the lights come on.
Philip: Weighing in at 275 pounds and at a height of 6 feet 10 inches, he is from Philadelphia, PA….”The Soul of Philly” TJ!
At this time, the lyrics come on. TJ walks down to the ring, wearing a pair of gold pants with red lettering, the ones of his uncles, in red lettering. He also is wearing gold elbow pads and a gold glove on his right hand. He slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm. He walks to the opposite side and does the same. He then walks over to the far ropes and stands there, waiting for Criminal.
Philip: And his opponent:
Criminal by Eminem begins to play as the fans start to boo the man walking out. Criminal emerges from the back with the Entertainment Championship across his waist.
Philip: Weighing in at 224 lbs and at a height of 5 feet 10 inches, he is from St. Loius, MO, he is the Entertainment Champion, Criminal!
Criminal makes his way down to the ring as he stares at TJ. Criminal walks up the stairs and into the ring and takes his belt off and shows it to the crowd, and their boos. Criminal hands his title to the referee and backs up to a corner as the ref puts the title in the air. He brings it down and hands it to a tech guy. The bell rings as Criminal and TJ meet in the middle of the ring. They begin to talk trash, TJ with a whole foot over him, has his head looming over Criminal’s face. TJ pushes him into the corner and cuts him off.
McNally: Looks like it’s going to be a cat vs mouse type match.
Edison:It seems so, TJ’s keeping Criminal in the corner right off the bat.
Criminal tries to duck underneath TJ, but TJ wraps his arms around Criminal’s mid section and lifts him up and delivers a powerbomb into the corner. TJ then goes off and drives his shoulder into Criminal’s gut until the ref pulls him off. Criminal walks out of the corner and he eats the bottom of TJ’s boot. From here TJ uses his size to wear down Criminal. With Criminal on the mat, TJ locks in a rear naked choke. TJ uses the size of his arm to cut off the air supply and is successful in doing so as Criminal begins to fades off, but instead of letting the match end there, TJ lets go and picks Criminal up. He whips him to the ropes and TJ catches him and throws him over his head with an Over-The-Head Belly to Belly. The force almost sends Criminal out of the ring, but Criminal stays in as TJ stands back up and looks at him. TJ slowly walks over to Criminal, who is slowly getting up. As TJ bends down to pick Criminal up, Criminal pulls TJ into the ropes and sends TJ to the outside. As TJ gets back up, Criminal flies over the top rope and crashes into TJ.
Edison: That was quite the move to take TJ out.
McNally: Yea, but it also took some out of Criminal.
Edison: Risk vs Reward Max.
Criminal gets up as does TJ, Criminal shoves TJ back and TJ runs at him, Criminal drop toe holds TJ onto the steel steps. TJ sits down next to the steps, which is what Criminal wants as Criminal runs at TJ and does dropkicks TJ’s chest into the steps. Criminal keep the pressure as he rolls TJ in to the ring. Criminal stands on the apron and goes hits a springboard dropkick. As TJ sits up, Criminal kicks TJ across the chest. Like did to him before, Criminal locks in a Rear Naked Choke on TJ. TJ begins to fade away and the ref brings TJ’s arm up and drops it. It falls and the ref tells everyone it dropped for the first time. He repeats and the same thing happens, meaning one more and TJ’s done. The ref brings TJ’s arm up but it stays there as TJ motions for the crowd to get behind him. TJ begins to stand up, but before he gets all the way up, Criminal drops down with TJ still in the Rear Naked Choke hold. Criminal keeps it locked in. But unlike last time, TJ stands up and hits a Samoan Drop on Criminal. TJ drops to a knee, trying to get his breath.
McNally: As much as that hurt Criminal, TJ’s the one who’s out of breath.
Edison: That Rear Naked Choke is a deceiving move. If you can lock it in for a good amount, you’re going to beat your opponent, unless it’s someone like TJ.
As TJ beings to get up, but Criminal runs at him and hits a bulldog. Criminal takes this time to tell the fans to shut up and he tells TJ that he made a mistake coming back. Criminal goes to the top rope, but he does so not looking at TJ who sees this and slowly gets up. Criminal gets up on the rope and jumps off, hoping to hit a Cross body, but TJ catches him and laughs as he locks in a bear hug. Criminal, in an effort to get out, pushes for some room and then slaps the spit out of TJ’s mouth. TJ drops Criminal, who antagonizes TJ. TJ charges Criminal, who Drop Toe Hold’s TJ onto the middle rope. Criminal stands on TJ’s back and pulls up on the top rope, forcing TJ’s throat into the rope. As the ref gets to 4, Criminal hops over the top rope and guillotines TJ with the middle rope.
Criminal: I’M ENDING THIS NOW!
With that, Criminal gets up on the apron and stalks TJ. As TJ stands up, Criminal leaps up and springboards, going for the Heist. In Mid air, He sees TJ ,who is smiling, throw his hand at Criminal’s throat. There is nothing Criminal can do after TJ wraps his hand around Criminal’s neck as TJ brings Criminal back down, only to throw him up in the air and he catches him and hits a spinebuster.
McNally: Soulbuster! Soulbuster! This one is over Eddie.
Edison: That it is! All TJ has to do is go for the pin and it’s over.
But instead of going for the pin TJ, TJ looks around and shakes his head.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Not yet.
TJ picks Criminal up and throws him on to his shoulders and hits a Fireman Carry Fire Thunder Driver.
McNally: If there was any doubt if the match wasn’t over after that Soullbuster, there’s no doubt anymore.
Edison: I think TJ is using this match as a message: Don’t cross him because you will end up like Criminal.
TJ looks down at Criminal. He shakes his head and leans down.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO FUCK WITH ME! DO YOU SEE IT?!? NOW I’M GOING TO HAVE TO BREAK YOU IN HALF!
Edison: What?
McNally: Oh dear god!
TJ picks Criminal up and tosses him over the top rope. TJ rolls under the bottom rope and walks over to the announcer’s table. He pulls the cover off then all the equipment as Max and Eddie back off.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sorry guys, I’ll try not to make this a habit.
McNally: Thanks TJ.
Edison: Right, thanks…..
After taking apart the table, TJ picks up Criminal, puts him on the table and grabs him by the throat and throws him up, hitting another Soulbuster, this one through the announcer’s table.
Edison: DANGEROUS!
McNally: How right you are.
TJ picks up Criminal and throws him in the ring, getting in at 9 in the ref’s count. Criminal begins to crawl away. TJ laughs and ties the opponent's leg with the opponent face down, then locks in a Dragon Sleeper. TJ then reaches over and clutches his own wrist on the strangling arm. Criminal, suffering from all the pain he has received in the last few minutes, taps out, but TJ does not let go. Wanted Man begins to play as TJ’s eye’s widen. The ref calls for help as security comes down and pulls TJ off of Criminal. Criminal is passed out. TJ is handed the belt as the security and medical help comes down to attented to Criminal.
Philip: Here is your winner, and NEW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION, “The Soul of Philly” TJ!!!!!! [/color]
The crowd goes wild as TJ takes the title and gets on the top turnbuckle and celebrates his victory.
McNally: TJ got his first goal tonight. Do you think he can get his second?
Edison: After seeing that, it’s hard not to go with TJ. If anyone can go through a match, suffer some injuries to his chest, remember, he did get dropkicked into the steel steps, and win that match and then go on and win a 20 man battle royal, it’s TJ.
McNally: Well, we will have to wait and see.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:34:44 GMT -5
Segment: Did it Hurt? Credit: Theodore Wellington and TJ The camera is in the back with Theodore Wellington who is marching down the hall way furiously. He is still grabbing his head from the shot to the face he received from Buddy Ghee and the chain. As he continues to walk angrily down the hall way it becomes clear that he is heading to the office of Hawthorne. Most likely to complain about the events that just took place.He continues walking and rounds the corner so fast that right outside Hawthorne’s door he almost bumps in to The Soul of Philly, TJ. The two stop short and stare at one another with serious looks before TJ breaks into a smile.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh, someone was busy while I DESTROYED Criminal and got back MY Entertainment title. What the hell is that? I hope that wasn’t Tyson giving you a hickey. He points to the red mark on Theodore’s forehead as he and the fans share a laugh that does not please Wellington. He slaps TJ’s hand away from his face and pats the Entertainment title belt thrown over TJ’s shoulder.Theodore Wellington: Looks like you owe me a thank you….if it wasn’t for me softening him up last week, Criminal would have knocked your ass out again tonight. TJ now pushes Wellingtons hand away and the smile is off his face as he steps a little closer. Wellington has a huge grin on his face which only frustrates TJ more. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s funny, me thanking you. Because from where I am standing, you weren’t anywhere near my match tonight. But it’s funny, Criminal at least admits, to an extent, that he steals things. You stole the #20 spot tonight but continue to say you earned it. Theodore Wellington: I admit to nothing. And no one can prove anything either. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJExcept for that ref you paid off, but you paid him off to shut up. But the point is, you and Criminal are a lot of alike. You steal things, talk a big game, but in the end I knock you ass out when you get in my way, or in your case, when you get in my way. Theodore Wellington: Get in your way? I couldn’t get in your way if I tried. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ How I look at this, you’re in my way now. TJ steps closer to Wellington, forcing Wellington to back up.Theodore Wellington: I could never drop far enough back in my career to get in your way! See when I walk in tonight at number 20…it doesn’t matter if you’re in the ring, Phenomenal, Mainer, Freeman, or even a big purple elephant, I will throw whoever is left out of the ring and take my spot at Omega Effect. Where I will go on to…. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJYeah, Yeah and then you go on to win the title…blah blah blah….Age of the Trust Fund Babies begins…blah blah blah. We have all, unfortunately, heard this rant from you before. Boatloads of times , actually. And yet, you have done nothing as of yet. Sure you’re “undefeated” or whatever but you haven’t won a single match against a legitimate opponent without help. When you speak I have to hold my nose because of all the bullshit coming out! Theodore Wellington: Nothing abo… The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ For as smart as you say you are, you don’t get a simple fucking insult. SHUT THE FUCK UP! You are not going to win tonight. There are two people I am making damn sure do not win the match, Chris and you because you both fucking run your mouth faster than Usain Bolt. Tonight I am going to shut both of you the fuck up because I am “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF- ??: Let me guess…Philly?Both men turn at the sound of this third voice, and they see Jason Freeman, leaning against a wall where he had apparently been standing and listening to their conversation without either of them noticing. There's a moment of a surprised silence, as Freeman walks up to them.Freeman: While your little dispute no doubt makes interesting television, Im afraid it's slightly tainted since your argument is made entirely null by the fact that neither of you two will be winning tonight. He walks forward, and now is right next to them. Freeman turns his head towards Wellington, and looks at him with peculiarly scrutinizing eyes, as if analyzing him...or seeing how he would measure up to some kind of task. That at least is the feeling that Wellington gets for a split second from that look, but then it is gone, although the brief moment does leave him feeling a bit puzzled.Freman: You see Wellington, personally I don't care how you achieved that number 20 spot. In fact...I respect the means in which you attained it. Despite what others may say, the very fact that you have the spot right now proves that you earned it. Yes, I respect that very much... A strange silence from Freeman. One can practically hear the internal gears of his mind spinning, but to what end? What is he plotting? Wellington is still thrown off as these words are strangely complimentary. Until Freeman looks up once more...Freeman: Unfortunately, it doesn't matter what spot you have as whether I have to face you earlier in the match or later in the match you aren't going to last very long. This goes for both of you. This is not a match you win by brute strength, TJ. In addition, this is unfortunately a match that money cannot buy, Wellington. Tonight, both of you will be outsmarted and I will be the one who will emerge the winner. And whether you throw each other out, or I have to throw you out myselves, in the end your night will conclude with both of your feet touching the floor. Freeman, without waiting for an answer, begins to walk on. But perhaps sensing that he is about to receive one, he stops, and turns. It does indeed look like both Wellington and TJ were about to respond to his words, but he speaks before they get the chance.Freeman: And please do not bother attempting a retort or an argument. I merely interjected becuase I felt that I had to set the record straight, but the fact of the matter is that talk will not matter tonight. The only thing that WILL is what happens later. Everybody's been saying the same things - I suppose myself included. I don't care what you have to say for yourselves, nor do I expect you to believe me at the moment, so please do not bore me with your meaningless words. You'll believe me later tonight, however, whether you want to or not. Theodore and TJ both go to dispute Freemans claims when suddenly the door opens to Hawthorne’s office. Hawthorne walks out looking down at paper work when he suddenly stops and looks up. He looks at the three men who are just staring at him now. He rubs his eyes to make sure this isn’t just a nightmare and he reopens them to see TJ, the man who spends his time thinking of ways to annoy him, Wellington, the man who uses any chance he can to remind him that he controls ACW’s biggest funds, and Freeman, the man who constantly thinks he can outsmart him.He goes to speak but changes his mind and just shakes his head and closes the door to office again. Theodore and TJ give each other a hard look before walking off in different directions. Freeman gives a little chuckle at the whole situation as he heads back to wherever he came from. A few seconds later, Hawthorne reopens his door and see’s everyone is gone. He lets out a sigh of relief and then heads off to do his business as the fans have a good laugh at the whole situation.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:35:25 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: Dreams Manifested Under Starlit Skies
The species known as the human race is truly an amalgam of the most unlikely characteristics. No other form of life in the world exists with such extreme undulation, with the various traits resulting in the human race living over time in a state of constant flux. Truly there is little commonality in such an existence, however there is one emotion, one feeling that seemingly breaks the rule. While human beings differ in terms such as race, gender, ethnicity, age, or even social rank, there is still a universal constant, a single feeling that dominates the psyche of all human minds. This single feeling is natural in any normal human soul, for it represents the embodiment of their spiritual desires. Regardless of one’s place in the world, there still exists an unnerving thought at the idea of perpetual isolation. Even the harshest of human souls would agree that there is an inherent desire to belong, a natural, instinctive yearning for a place to call home.
A natural yearning for acceptance. An extreme, almost illogical fear towards the idea of ostracism. These are the emotions constantly waging war with the mechanical perfection that is the human mind. Human beings formed what is modern society from these very emotions, as they chose to leave the state of nature and establish communal societies. Ostensibly, the given reason was for security and protection of natural rights, however, the truth is far more simple and base. The truth is that societies formed not for want of protection, but for want of companionship. In the original state of nature, the true manner in which the world was meant to exist, the human being is an isolated, self-sufficient life form. Free of the chains that bond humanity to the stone of society, the human being exists in its pure form. Free, untouched, and unmolested by the stain of failure, these magnificent creations exist as one with the planet.
Unfortunately, fate has decried this natural order and granted too much control to those that deserve none. The genesis of human sin effectively served as the congruent apocalypse of human purity. Their human pride stripped away, these beautiful creations originally crafted in heaven’s likeness devolve into hideous beasts. These beasts disavow the natural order and operate solely on the selfishness of instinct; seeking only their own longevity without any regard for the world they have the privilege of utilizing. Overwhelmed by the selfishness, they seek to covet all which they can and prevent the world from taking back what it willingly gave. It is for this reason that their sinful minds developed such a strong desire for camaraderie, as they would rather lie beside the dog that advocates pleasure rather than the maiden that advocates purity. This sense of belonging is not a desire for human interaction, but instead a desire to avoid interaction with Mother Earth.
As a result of these impure motives, this desire for a place to call home is equivalent to a desire to disregard the will of the lord above. The gods wish for a world that exists in a vacuum of emotion, a perfect, unified state of waves. Thanks to the hideous foe called human sin, the world has gone from a paradise that reflects the will of the lord to most wretched of hells reflecting the will of man. It is truly astonishing how human beings can be the most intelligent species on the planet while at the same time being the most ignorant. For all of their capabilities to process information and formulate technological advancements, they still do not see the simple truth that their reality is a false one. That in spite of their place at the top of the proverbial food chain, it is the lesser evolved organisms that are truly filling their roles in the world by remaining in the confines of nature where they belong.
Of course, the enlightened mind dare not speak these inconvenient truths while constrained by the parameters of human society. To do so would be immediate grounds for expulsion from the group for daring to note that which the denizens do not wish to hear. This is a reason for the sentence of damnation that has been handed down upon the human race. By ostracizing those that are trying to help, not only are they ignoring the will of the divine, but are also committing the greatest hurt possible upon one of their own brethren. Even the enlightened human mind is still human, therefore the desire to belong exists with them as much as any other. By destroying their lives and forcing them to flee from society, these hideous fiends are in fact handing down a judgment that is the sole right of the divine. Only gods may pass judgment upon man, for only gods are superior to man. If man attempts to judge man, then they are simply seeking to compensate for their own perceived weaknesses by exerting power over their own kind.
However, this is an error with which man has effectively signed the proverbial death warrant. While most that are expelled from society wither and fade into nothingness, there was one who sought further enlightenment. While others damned themselves for forsaking what they had, this one was forsaking himself for not taking longer to leave. When he left society, he effectively entered the land of the gods. With his human existence effectively shattered, he was saved by the lord and was helped to evolve into a higher form. When he was forced out of his artificial, societal existence he reclaimed his natural, divine existence. Ironically, when society effectively expelled this individual to ensure its continued survival, it actually sowed the seeds of guaranteed destruction. For while within the confines of society, this prophet was reined in by the boundaries of humanity. Now free and having returned to nature, his humanity has melted away and he may now operate with the mechanical efficiency of a god.
Slowly and surely he goes about his work, evermore working to accelerate the destruction of artificial society. He is empowered and shielded by the seraphic radiance, the golden light of the angels that grants him the clarity to see the world as it once was. No more will the enlightened by forced to suffer at the hands of ignorant majority. No longer will the divine will be stifled by the overwhelming shouts of human sin. Finally, at long last, the planet will be granted her rebirth into paradise anew. All of this because human society saw fit to shatter a single individual’s world. However, when that world was shattered, the irons that bound him also broke. A reborn, liberated mind has now evolved into a form higher than man, yet still below god. The proud leader of the rebellion against humanity, he now stands on the front lines, prepared to do battle. Instead of wishing for a place to call home, he instead wishes to destroy any place that could be called such a thing. He is omnipotent. He is supreme. Behold the savior of the world! Behold the ultimate spawn of spiritual evolution!
Slowly the eyes open and the darkness returns to the enlightened mind. As a being of a higher form, his senses are almost reversed, with the human world thrusting darkness upon him while the serenity of quiet thought allows him to bask in heavenly light. There is no strain, no physical toll to bear on this night, for the dark spirit does not engage in proper meditation. He stands still as a statue and slowly turns his head to take in the surroundings, enjoying the pleasant gifts of nature as a gentle wind blows his wavy black hair slightly to one side. He continues to gaze like a hawk seeking prey; again enjoying the cool wind as his trench coat softly flutters in the breeze. As always he embraces and cherishes the isolation, for he can communicate undisturbed with his father and master. Alone and undisturbed, the enigmatic creation known as The Scorpion may ready himself for the forthcoming battle.
He takes a moment now and calmly glances upwards towards the heavens on this sky. He is met with a scene of indescribable beauty, as the night sky is completely cloudless and populated with bright stars stretching as far as the human eye can see. The pale light of the moon is radiant in its own way; however it is the stars that truly encompass the beauty of the planet in unassailable form. Glorious and pristine, the starlight embodies the hope of the world, placing their dreams upon the shoulders of the holy messenger that wades through the darkness. On this night Mother Earth manifests her dreams and she dreams only to exist as she was meant to. The bright starlight unites with the seraphic radiance of the young one’s soul to form the brightest of holy light, the source of power that can penetrate even the most powerful human darkness. On this night, the planet has shown her soul to the one that would be her savior.
Realizing the importance of his task, The Scorpion slowly looks away and allows his mind to work once more. Resting upon a grassy hill, the strange enigma looks to be miles away from any type of civilization. Of course, the young fighter would not have it any other way. Resting alone under the stars, he is simply reassured that his taken steps are working. Slowly but surely the world’s beauty is resurrecting. Soon the time will come that all of the sacrifices he has made will be paid off. This knowledge is perhaps the black spirit’s sole source of comfort, for he has forsaken any type of feeling that could identify him as human. All that matters to him now is the mission. If there will be physical pain he shall suffer it. If there will be mental trauma he will bear it. If his earthly existence expires, he will merely continue his task in spiritual form. All that matters now is making sure the planet is saved, even if he will have already joined his father before it happens.
With these thoughts in mind, The Scorpion lies back on the grass and allows his body to stretch out. While maintaining this position of relative relaxation, he gazes upwards once more, allowing his mind to be absorbed in the luminescence of the stars before finally speaking aloud…
The Scorpion: How I wish dear father. How I wish I could remain here for eternity, this very instance remaining frozen for time immemorial. Of course, one enlightened by the will of god knows that such a desire is at base human, therefore it must be ignored. As I gaze into the eternal benevolence of the light, I can feel the searing heat of the holy fires inside me. Absorbing more and more of the light I feel the power growing, my strength and stamina increasing to levels unknown to the basic human form. It is the divine will that flows through me, my plasma replaced with the nectar of the gods. I cannot fail. I will not fail. While you are the ultimate being, I am the embodiment of your will to return the world back to her earlier form. If I fail, then the promise to Mother Earth remains unfulfilled. Such an instance would be a travesty incomprehensible by even the most enlightened of minds, therefore it must not occur. It will not occur father. It will only occur when my current form can move no longer. Grant me even more of the glorious power; intoxicate my form with the strength of the gods.
His bizarre plea completed, The Scorpion now diverts his eyes from the starry sky and slowly gazes over at his left arm. With his current posture, the sleeve of his trench coat has ridden up on his arm, exposing a large bandage still lightly seeped with blood. A result of his previous gift to the planet, the young essence feels an extreme sense of serenity while gazing at the wound. He knows that his suffering is for a greater cause, that his pain shall grant the world her pleasure. Truly he has ascended to a higher form, as he knows now that all actions he might undertake serve a higher cause. He has finally found his own belonging, his own place to call home. Finally freed of the confines of his humanity, he can now exist with the greatest of purpose. By serving as the instrument for which the lord renders his judgment, the dark entity has a previously absent meaning. His mission has granted him what human society never did; it has validated his reason for existence.
Finally, after so much unreturned suffering, the dark soul now has the opportunity to be rewarded for his pain. It could be said that the only thing The Scorpion knows how to do is suffer, for it has been a constant throughout every facet of his life. His early life provided him with the false impression of happiness that so many have come to known by listening to the lies advocated by human societal leaders. However, that was too much peace for him to be granted; therefore his entire world was shattered by the traumas of the past. Just as society granted him that impression of happiness, society just as quickly took it away. However, he does not even begrudge society any further. Ironically he is actually grateful for the pain, as it allowed him to find his role as the sword arm of the heavens. His drive is unstoppable, his faith unwavering. He has resurrected his shattered world into a form that no human mind can comprehend.
He now breaks the gaze from his wound and takes another look at the stars above. It is often said that human beings naturally fear the night, as it is more conducive to misconduct, criminality, and fear. Yet, for The Scorpion, the situation is reversed. For him, it is the night that provides comfort and security, since it allows for the holy light of god to be seen easier. It is the day that invokes a sense of discomfort and regret, for it is the day when the human form is at its peak. It is the daylight that illuminates the path which sin desires human feet to travel. It is the daylight that instructs the human psyche to move about society and begin the processes through which it shatters lives. If only the young one had the power to manipulate the flow of time he would manipulate a time of never-ending night, a time illuminated only by the light of heavens reflected in gentle stars and pale moons.
At this point, The Scorpion stops himself from thinking any other thoughts and quickly rises to his feet. To simply dream of a resurrected world is not enough, actions must be taken to ensure its reality. It is the job of Mother Earth to dream, it is the job of The Scorpion to make those same dreams come true. When he makes those dreams come true, his suffering shall finally end. The long and arduous task known as human life that he was forced to undertake will finally cease, allowing him an eternal existence of peace and serenity. It is the only way, the only way he can finally claim that true happiness that has eluded him for so very long. The slightest misstep will make that end result go away, therefore it is time to focus anew. His enemies shall never rest due to fighting to preserve their own selfish standings. As a result, he must never rest due to his fighting for the future of an innocent world. By foregoing his own desires and fighting for the innocent he is reassured of the justice of his cause. His is the story of a true hero.
With these thoughts in mind, The Scorpion bows his head once more to speak aloud to his father beyond the stars…
The Scorpion: Hero? Am I truly a hero? Does my desire for a suffering world’s pain to be alleviated equate my cause with that of true justice? Heavenly father, I cannot concern myself with such matters. However, I do believe that by doing your work I am bringing true justice to the world. I also know that oftentimes, a true hero must fall in battle for his goals to be achieved. Fallen heroes are often the greatest of all, therefore please know that if it your will to see me fall, it shall be done. If assuming the title of hero results in paradise restored and the beauty of the stars persisting for eternity, then I shall gladly lay claim to that title regardless of the responsibilities that come with it. History has and will continue to judge me unkindly, yet I care not for the ramblings of organisms intoxicated by madness and greed. If there is a sacrifice to make, I will make it. If there is pain to bear, I shall bear it. If there is a gift to give, I gladly offer it. No obstacle will stop me from marching forward towards eternal paradise. Even if my physical body falls, my spiritual essence shall keep going without missing a single step. This is where I belong. This is my home. I exist within nature and exist for nature. I shall defend my home to my last action. I will not allow our enemies to storm the gates of paradise. I WILL DESTROY THEM ALL, EVEN IF IT COSTS ME EVERYTHING!!!
The Scorpion literally screams his last statement, a rare showing of emotion from one who rarely speaks above a whisper. Yet, it is appropriate on this night, for he wishes to show his loving father just how impassioned his is with the holy cause. Nevertheless, passion is not the same as power; therefore the time is now that preparations for the battle must be made. With this thought in mind, The Scorpion calmly turns and walks away. He offers one last fleeting glance at the stars before disappearing over the hill, obviously returning to the only physical place he has ever known: the battlefield.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 2, 2010 16:36:57 GMT -5
Segment: The Long Arm(bar) of the Law (Credit: Thiago Gracie) ***The following footage is compiled from an Arizona State Trooper's monitor video, and was recorded approximately a day prior to tonight's event. Nobody is quite sure why or how ACW obtained this footage.*** As the video begins playing, we see two Arizona state police officers, Officer Davis and Officer Miles leaving their car. Officer Davis: Looks like a case of speeding, ten miles over the limit. Officer Miles: Driver was said to be driving erratically, we got him for speeding, he's probably got something else wrong with him too, though. DUI, drugs, something along those lines. Before long, Davis knocks on the window, and motions for the driver to exit the car. Officer Davis: Sir, if you can just step over here...do you have your papers? ??: I no have papers, why you want papers? Davis: Sir, what is your name? ??: My name? Thiago Gracie. Miles: Ok, if you can just look into the light here...you haven't been drinking, have you? Gracie: No drink, what, you think I stupid? Davis: Sir, as part of the new state law, I am authorized to check your immigration status, now that you have been pulled over on an unrelated offence. Gracie: Say what? Miles: *quietly speaking* Hey, Davis, that law's not gone into effect yet... Davis: *quietly speaking* Miles, let's just do our job... Miles: Whatever, ok, sir, we need to see some ID. Gracie: I said you, my name Thiago Gracie, you deaf or what? Davis: *to Miles* This guy doesn't speak English. Miles: *to Davis* Sure he does, just really badly, now let's just give him a ticket and let him go. Gracie: I got trip to make to wrestling show, now let go, and I drive! Davis: Look here, sir, we'll let you go when we're done here! Now are you a Mexican citizen? Do you have a green card? Gracie: My home Brazil, not Mexico, donkeyass! Davis: What did you just say, Mexican? Gracie: I just visit from Greg Jackson gym, now go wrestle ACW Fallen Heroes! You waste time of me and you, let me go or you see why my armbar is best! Miles: Look, here's your ticket, I wrote it up, you can go now. Davis: The hell he can! Hey you, Mexican, don't badmouth me in your native tongue! Miles: I don't think you want to mess with that guy...in any case, the video is on, and I'm not having any part of it...have fun, Davis. Davis: You hear me, you big piece of trash, do you understand me, do you? Do you underst- At this point, Davis and Gracie disappear off the video feed, and a wretched groaning sound can be heard before a big "POP!" and soon Gracie stands back up, dusting his hands off. Miles takes him aside for a moment, and after what looks like a minute or two of miscommunications, the two shake hands, and Gracie drives off. **Postscript: Thiago Gracie was apparently arraigned for a court hearing on the week after this event, and is likely to be released without any charges filed from what will be known for years hereafter as the "Highway Armbar Incident."** Fade Out
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