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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:28:28 GMT -5
Ben Hatley vs. Jeff Jones
Two newcomers to ACW look to make a big impression heading into Omega Effect. With members joining ACW left, right and center, both of these men will be out to get noticed before someone else does.
Thiago Gracie vs. Tim Dwight
Tim Dwight returned to ACW to participate in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal, and was so impressive he was given a match on Warfare. Thiago missed Fallen Heroes after being detained by the Arizona State Patrol. Now, as he comes back to ACW he looks to school one of it's greatest pure wrestlers in the art of the armbar.
The Scorpion vs. Buddy Ghee
These two faced when they were both relatively new in ACW with Scorpion ending up getting the upper hand. Now, with the name made for themselves in ACW they step into the ring once again. Will Buddy show that he's surpassed Scorpion by coming out the victor? Or will Scorpion continue his path of destruction through ACW.
Main Event
TJ vs. XS3 Non-Title Contest
At Fallen Heroes XS3 eliminated TJ before ending up a respectable sixth. Now however, he has to pin the giant to walk out the victor. TJ is still carrying the high of winning back his Entertainment Championship. Both men look to assert themselves on the ACW ladder, as well as building cases for a future title shot against Danny Mainer or Chris Phenomenal.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:37:29 GMT -5
Hiss! Bang! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Pyro's explode atop the entrance ramp as we return to Monday Nights. After Fallen Heroes, where new champions were crowned and Chris Phenomenal outlasted nineteen other men we're down the road to Omega Effect. We don't even get a chance to go to McNally as our new champion is ready to address us.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:37:45 GMT -5
ROYAL DECREE Danny Mainer/?? Once the introduction pyrotechnics have died down, it was time for the show to begin. As Maxwell and Eddie kicked off the show we were given various panning shots of the audience followed by the sound of “Cherry Cola” by The Eagles of Death Metal blasting through the sound system. The crowd went bat shit insane as the new world heavyweight champion, Danny Mainer strolled out of the curtain wearing a crisp brown suit with a black tie, a throw-back to his Mainer Corleone days and the championship gold slung over his right shoulder with a big grin on his face. Mainer certainly was looking his best but it’s important to note that he still has long hair and his beard but it’s a lot tidier looking and he appears to be washed and cleaned now though still a little rough looking.
As he strolled to the ring, Maxwell McNally gave the non-pay-per-view buying audience a rundown on just what happened last night at Fallen Heroes and the true fairytale story of how Danny Mainer got his swagger back.[Maxwell McNally l Old Wisdom]: “And it appears ladies and gentlemen that we are kicking off tonight’s Monday Night Warfare with an inaugural address from our new World Heavyweight Champion, Danny Mainer! Last night Danny Mainer came unbelievably close to becoming the first man in history of Professional Wrestling to be the world heavyweight champion AND win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale but with some swift-thinking from Chris Phenomenal and with some extremely early setting up from Adrian Baird, Mainer was sent out of the battle royale and through a table by Phenomenal with that wicked Superman Punch. He may not have accomplished that but before the battle royal he DID win the title from Chris Phenomenal in an outrageously competitive title match!” [Eddie Edison l Lightning Fast]: “Mainer DID come third though and eliminated Adrian Baird, Tim Dwight and The Scorpion in the process which is a step-up from his performance last year when he eliminated two other wrestlers and came fourth.” [Maxwell McNally l Old Wisdom]: “His bronze medal in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale though is EASILY over-shadowed by the fact that he’s our NEW world heavyweight champion and will defend against the man he took the title off of in the first place in his hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada at Omega Effect VI!” [Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”What’s up ladies?!”Cheap pop.[Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”Guess who’s world heavyweight champion?!”Mainer held the title strap high overhead for the crowd to see and went absolutely ballistic as their favourite was finally the champion. Cameras flashed as The King himself posed with the gold.[Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”Tonight I’ve come out here to apologize. I know, I know, you’re sick of hearing me apologize by now but I do have genuine apologies to make. I want to apologize to each and every one of you in the audience. See, I made myself a promise last night that if I won either of my matches last night I’d dedicate the victory to my ex-girlfriend Caitlynn and ask her to take me back. Of course, that all went to plan and in my match against Phenomenal I became the NEW World Heavyweight Champion!”The crowd explode with cheers in full support of the changing of the guard in regards to the title strap, Mainer once again held the belt up for display soaking in the adoration of his fans.[Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”I’m not apologizing for my speech though. I’m apologizing because once I’d won the title and said my piece about Caitlynn I felt like I simply had nothing more to fight for that night. I forgot about you, the fans and I lost heart for the Battle Royale. It didn’t matter if I won or not because I had my gold, I have my woman and it didn’t matter who I’d face at Omega Effect because in my hometown of Vegas it’s a dead-set that I’m going to come out the victor! Of course, in my oversight of the wants of the great public I let Chris Phenomenal win the Battle Royal and now as a result of my negligence we have a low grade, low class, low calibre wrestler fighting the best in the business, ME, Danny Mainer once again after I pasted his ass to the mat last time instead of choosing the best opponent for the best match-up at Omega Effect and that truly is an unforgivable crime, I am EXTREMELY sorry for putting you all through that again.”[Eddie Edison l Lightning Fast]: “Wow! Those are some strong words by the charismatic Danny Mainer!” [Maxwell McNally l Old Wisdom]: "Yeah, that and he's probably the only person in the world who doesn't want to see a rematch between the two!" The crowd cheer the egomaniacal words of Mainer as he lays a verbal smackdown on his Omega Effect opponent Chris Phenomenal.[Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”With that off my chest, unfortunately for you all I’m not booked to compete tonight...”And with that Mainer got his first booing of his title reign.[Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”But stick around and I can promise you that Mr. Delicious, King of Vegas Danny Mainer will be treating all of YOU, my loyal subjects to some royal hijinx of the highest order later tonight. I’m ACW’s exclusive travel agent and to Omega Effect? I’m SENDING. IT. PACK-“”TV Crimes” by Black Sabbath hit the sound system and the crowd broke out into boo’s, Mainer couldn’t help but smirk as an extremely irate Scot walked out of the curtain wearing jeans and a wife-beater.[Eddie Edison l Lightning Fast]: “Uhoh! It’s Adrian Baird, the first man eliminated from the 2010 Fallen Heroes Battle Royale by, can you guess? Danny Mainer.” [Maxwell McNally l Old Wisdom]: “And boy does he look distressed, I wonder what he’s going to say! Not only did Danny eliminate him at Fallen Heroes but he also retained his battle royale spot in the first place by beating him and four other men in what would’ve been a 5 on 2 handicap had Chris Phenomenal not deserted his partner. Add this to the fact that Danny Mainer publically announced he slept with his sister last night and you can imagine he’s not happy and has something to say about all this.” And rightfully so, Adrian DOES have something to say.[ADRIAN BAIRD l Seething Scot]: “ALREET, ALREET, JUST TURN OFF THA’ FUCKIN’ RACKET FOR WUN SECOND. GIVIN’ ME A FUCKERN’ HEARDACHE ALRERDY. Danneh yew abserrlute CUNT, I’ve had e’nuff er’ yew and yer shitty American wayz! You fuckin’ EMBARASSED me last neet at Fawlen Herooz and am not one to be merd a tit of!” (Alright, Alright. Just turn off the music for one second. It’s giving me a severe headache. Danny you absolute irritant, I’ve had enough of you and your American ways. You really embarrassed me last night at Fallen Heroes and I’m not one to be made a fool of.) [Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”Hey Addy, is it true they have to put subtitles on every time you go on camera because your Glaswegian accent is so thick that the American audience can’t even understand you?”[ADRIAN BAIRD l Seething Scot]: “OH GO DEE IN A HOWELL, YA’ PRICK. Ye can understand meh perfectly werell, it’s just this audience is too bloodeh stewped to understand what am sayin’! Yew embarrassed me last neet, you embarrassed meh last mondee and that just ain’t awn. You ain’t competin’ toneet? Geewd, neither em I, how about yew try yerr luck one more time and FIGHT MEH!” (Oh go die in a hole, you needletip. You can understand me perfectly well, it’s just this audience lacks the intelligence to understand what I’m saying. You embarrassed me last night and you embarrassed me last Monday and that just isn’t on. You’re not competing tonight? Good, neither am I. How about you try your luck one more time and compete against me in a sanctioned wrestling match?) The crowd that understand what he’s saying boo his insulting and threatening attitude towards the champ, yet a pocket of the audience support the idea of Mainer competing tonight. Mainer smirked and thought about this.[Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”So you want to offer yourself up another opportunity for me to kick your ass?”Baird slapped himself in the face repeatedly, stopping himself from saying anything untowards which’d stop him competing.[Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”What do you guys think?”Mainer thrust his arm up high and the crowd broke into cheers and chants of “Mainer’s Gonna’ Kill You!” which only irritated the Scot further.[Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”My people have spoken, it’ll be The King of Vegas, Danny Mainer going one on one with The Highlander Adrian Baird, TONIGHT.”[ADRIAN BAIRD l Seething Scot]: “A’ite, I can dee that! See yew letter yerr ugly dog man!” [Danny Mainer l King of Vegas]: ”Oh and Addy? Tell Katrina I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”[ADRIAN BAIRD l Seething Scot]: “I’LL FUCKEN PASTE YEEW!” [Eddie Edison l Lightning Fast]: “And the were have it, Danny Mainer, Adrian Baird, one on one tonight! I wonder what’ll happen!” Security flocked around Baird to escort him out as “Move Any Mountain” hit again and the screen faded to black as we were left with a shot of Mainer smirking in the ring.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:39:17 GMT -5
Segment: Same Goal, Different Plan Credit: Theodore Wellington The camera is in the back looking for someone or something to catch on screen for the ACW fans. As he slowly walks around the hall ways he hears and sees nothing, not even a crew member is walking around. Finally, just as he is about give up he hears a loud BOOM come from a few doors up. He turns and lightly jogs to the door which is open a crack. Theodore Wellington can be seen smashing objects all over his locker room.Theodore Wellington: ARHHHHHHHHUUGGGHH! Wellington kicks over a lamp causing it to smash, as the camera pans over to see Emma Young and Tyson Washington standing in the corner. Emma is ducking behind Tyson as she jumps every time another object smashes. Theodore turns and punches his fist straight through the wall before finally relaxing. He takes a deep breath, and sits down, his face in his hands. Emma walks over to him and puts her hand on his shoulder.Emma Young: Theodore, its ok…you still of the title shot from Hawthorne. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t win the battle royal.Theodore looks up from his dismay. He looks like a crazy man with his hair in a mess and the bags resting under his blood shot eyes. He looks right into the eyes of Emma as his face goes from dismay to anger.Theodore Wellington: Don’t you get it Emma?? The title shot I won from Hawthorne was just a backup plan! I was SUPPOSE to go into Fallen Heroes at number 20 and win. I was SUPPOSE to go on to Omega Effect and face off against whatever champion was in there. And I was SUPPOSE to win the title on the grandest stage of them all and go down in the record books for the first rookie to win the championship in his first 6 months. Now, I have to wait till after Omega Effect and everything has changed. Theodore now stands up again and kicks over the bench. He paces back and forth for a few second grabbing at his hair angrily. He turns and walks up to Tyson and slaps him in the face and grabs his chin.Theodore Wellington: And where you, you big oaf! I pay you to make sure everything goes according to plan! You should have kept my feet from hitting the ground. You should have taken out anyone in my way! What are you good for! He pushes Tyson’s face back and even though he looks like he wants to hit Wellington, he remembers he needs the job and the money. Emma comes up and goes to grab his shoulder again but he shoves her off. Emma Young: So what is your plan now Theodore.Theodore Wellington: What is my plan? Well obviously things have changed and I need a different plan. My goal is the same, win the World Title, Win the ET title, and DOMINATE the landscape of ACW. We are now taking a different route, and it starts with getting a thorn out of my side. Who is the thorn you may ask, well you’ll find out later with everyone else. After that, I will take the ET title from TJ and not too long after that I will win the ACW World Championship and have full run of ACW. Now, I expect you two to be on the top of your game! No more screw ups from either one of you or your out! Emma Young: We get it Theodore, no mistakes. We will take you to the top, starting with getting you ready for tonight, can’t allow ACW fans and wrestlers to see you like this.Theodore nods as Emma guides him towards the door. The camera man backs away from the door and hides in the corner. He watches as Theodore, Emma, and Tyson head off down the hall way to clean up the Richest Man in ACW. As they walk you here the camera man giggles with glee. Footage of Wellington at his worst is worth more than a year’s salary! Team Wellington turns the corner as the scene fades.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:40:29 GMT -5
Clegg Is A Mong Ben Hatley
[Sitting in his locker room, awaiting his first match in Alpha Championship Wrestling, "The Extravagant" Ben Hatley thinks about his road here. He thinks about just what brought him to ACW. His hands cover his mask for just a moment as he takes a deep breath.]
Hatley: No matter where I go, the same thing always happens. People see this mask and instantly think of me as a freak. It's my moniker and where I'm heading now, there's sure to be several people that will have that same reaction.
They'll see me walk around the backstage area and mutter under their breath "there goes the freak" or "what do you think is wrong with the freak's face" or some other random comment that basically makes me look like a freak. And what's sad is I'm expecting it to happen.
I'm not some random freak like you'd find at a circus. I'm not that guy biting off the heads of chickens. I'm not the woman with a beard that would put any beard in the world to shame. I'm Ben Hatley. I'm the Extravagant. I'm the Hatman.
[Freak or not, it's going to be a long road ahead of him. He's got some big shoes to fill if he wants to join the ranks of ACW's elite. ACW Legends like Victor "Latino" Laureano, Thunderkiss, Yoko Satoshi, Rattlesnake. Names that stand out when uttered as if every single person in the world knew them. "The Extravagant" Ben Hatley will be added to that list.]
Hatley: It's clichéd to say "to be the man, you have to beat the man," but that's the one thought that lies in the minds of everybody who steps into a wrestling ring.
Every moment that takes place before, during, and after a match gets remembered. Becoming an elite...remembered. Giving it your all...remembered. Making that one moment yours...remembered. That's what it means to be a wrestler. That's why Ben Hatley has come to the ACW. That's why I will be the next shining star. I'm going to go to that ring and make a name for myself in ACW.
[Hatley stands up. He looks around and seems fired up.]
Hatley: And who knows? Once I've made a name for myself here, I won't need this mask. People will accept me for who I am, not what I do. But that's up to them. It's time for me to gear up and make my debut.
ACW, get ready. The Hatman cometh. But are you ready for it?
[Hatley walks over to the door and leaves, ready for his first official match.]
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Ben Hatley vs. Jeff Jones Chris Phenomenal
Both men were looking to strut their stuff but this match wasn’t even close. Despite his former success’ in wrestling, Jeff Jones was no match for the mysterious new comer. He got a few token blows in at the start before the larger Hatley was able to box him into the corner. From their he used a set of shoulder thrusts to expel all the air out of Jones’ lungs before taking him down with a big half and half power bomb after spinning one eighty. It was almost enough to put Jones away but ended up with a two count. Sensing that Jones presented no problem, Hatley toyed with his opponent for the next half minute with an assortment of half assed maneuvers before eventually hitting the Extravagant Drop. The Death Valley Driver put Jones down for the count and presented Hatley with his first ACW win.
[spoilers]Winner: Ben Hatley[/spoiler]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:41:21 GMT -5
How I Became A Wrestler Pt. 1 Laron Xavier “I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less.” As I looked across at Griff, I couldn’t believe my ears. “Nigga, why ya rappin’ off to dat east coast shit?” I paused for a moment as Griff stared back at me, the dopey grin on his face trying to put me off while he thought of some smart ass answer. “Keep tryin’ boi” I thought to myself before responding. “Come on Griff, have ya seen dat Nigga, he makes Ashley look like fuckin’ Shakira. Fuckable but ya gotta bag dat shit first.” Griff gave me a pop with his fist, hard enough to sting as he defended his sister but with no malice intended. He knew about us rolling in the hay, dumb bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut. She was a decent fuck I’ll give her that, perky titties with an ass that jiggled when you smacked it but she wasn’t anything special. It wasn‘t her fault though, her older sister Faith, the eldest in the family was smoking hot. She took all the goods and left all the ugly behind. “If it’s fuckin’ shit, then why’s Hov sold…” I cut him off before he could finish. I couldn’t stand to hear him extol the virtues of east coast rap again. Sure they had all the big names at the present, but that was because all the big record companies were out there. Death Row had fallen off big time when Suge decided he knew everything leaving a lacking her on the west coast. “Why’s he sold all those records?” I finished for Griff. “‘Cause of all those faggots in San Francisco who take Roc-A-Fella literally. Dumb ass nigga’s” I chuckled too myself as he bowed his head slightly. Griff was a good guy, don’t get me wrong, just sometimes wasn’t his own man. He saw a song hit number one on the charts and immediately it was the shit, the artist was the shit, it got to the point where we couldn’t use shit in a negative manner anymore. He turned his head instead and looked at the basketball court and hopped off of the picnic table we were sitting on and grabbed the basketball from beside me. He took a few hard dribbles as he walked onto the flat tarmac before busting out few hard dribbles, then stepping back and leaping up, taking a jumper from seventeen feet. “Damn fo’ as fucked up as dat Nigga’s music tastes are, he can sure handle the rock” I thought to myself as I watched the ball go straight through the chain link net. “Smooth as Faith’s ass.” I chuckled as Griff scampered off after the ball, grabbing it as it bounced in place before turning off towards the three point line painted down. He gave me a nod of his head, the silent signal asking if I was in or not. I returned it in the affirmative as I slid off the table as he skipped a pass to me as soon as I toed the court. I caught it on one hop and immediately stepped into my shot from just behind the three point line. It soared through the sky before dropping through exactly the same as Griff’s had before. “Nigga, what ya’ think of dat Hope dyke in fifth period.” I knew she wasn’t a lesbo but the fact that she was constantly lookin’ at Griff was puttin’ questions in everyone’s mind, I mean, with an ugly mug like his there was no way someone with an ass like hers would be getting down with him. “Shut da fuck up.” Griff knew what I was getting at but I merely scoffed at him as I threw up another jump shot. “Twenty says I get some o’ dat ass befo’ he does” I thought as I watched the shot drop through the hoop again, this time spilling out towards Griff. I was rootin’ for Griff, he deserved to get some pussy for once but it just wasn’t going to happen. Here in Compton, it didn’t matter if you were a nice guy, in fact all that happened usually if you were was you ended up six feet with a bullet in you like one hundred other nigga’s. The guys who got the sugary sweet taste of Compton’s finest had skills, either on the court or on the microphone and if you had both, well then your name was Laron Xavier. “We just gon’ ball all night?” Griff asked. “I don’ know” I flatly replied. There wasn’t a lot to do here in Compton. I wasn’t a dealer, so had no business being out at night. I wasn’t out looking for a score because I wasn’t into the sort of thing either. It’s not that I had a personal vendetta against drugs, or that I bought into those Public Service Announcements, “Another shit song by dat ugly ass nigga.” It was just that I cared about my mother, working two jobs just to get us by and every penny I could spare went to help her or into purchasing a new pair of kicks. “Ya could call me a bitch for all da kick’s I got back home.” I broke away from my thoughts for a moment as the orange sphere came hurtling at my face. With lightning quick reactions I picked it out of the air and then threw it back at the hoop in one fluid motion and like clockwork, again it dropped straight through the hoop. “What ya think ‘bout dat Nigga?” Three straight from long range wasn’t something to necessarily gloat about. With no pressure, no one in my face I could make six or seven in a row blindfolded if I wanted but again It was all about ribbing Griff. The boy had skills, likely better than I but he just couldn’t shoot from the outside. Everyone loved the way he could finish at the rim, create his own shot but nigga just couldn’t score consistently from outside the paint. “Why don’t we play a little one on one, nigga rules?” He smiled back at me, having played his trump card…again. Nigga couldn’t be beat at Nigga rules, all he needed was the ball or a stop and he had the game won. He’d blow by me like fuckin’ roadrunner and score eleven straight at the hole and he knew it. “Fuck you Nigga,” I responded. “Why don’ we play some BITCH?” He shook his head before returning a half smile, his upper lip curled as alas, we’d reached the stalemate as always. As stated previously, nigga couldn’t shoot if his life depended on it, in the meanwhile I could make every shot. So back we where, what to do with a Friday evening. We both paused for a moment in thought on what to do before all of the sudden, out of the corner of my eye, and likely Griff’s too as his pupils grew to the size of his sisters tight ass, we spotted our entertainment for the evening. “Jackpot” we thought in unison before Griff pocketed the rock and we ducked out of the cage and headed towards life’s greatest pleasure. Girls!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:44:13 GMT -5
YAHTZEE. No. YAKUZA![/b] -TJ *We open the scene in Center City, Philadelphia as we see TJ, with his newly won Entertainment Championship across his shoulder, and Raj get out of the back of a Escalade and walk up to the door of The Roxxy, a club in Philly. TJ winks at some girls as he walks by wearing a tight white Ralph Lauren shirt and some fancy looking jeans. Raj is wearing a blue polo; don’t know the brand and a pair of jeans as well. Raj leans over to TJ.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Dude, do you have to bring the title with you? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ It doesn’t leave my side man. You know that. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Yea, but really, the last time you came in here, you ended up walking out because they couldn’t throw you out. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hey, it’s not my fault three guys thought they could take me. *The two of them walk in and make their way up to the VIP section where there is a sitting on a couch with several women around him. The man is dressed in a white hoody that is under a yellow track jacket. He is wearing a black pair of jeans as well. As TJ walks into the section, he stands up and just stares him down. The girls feel uneasy and look at each other. TJ stares back as Raj looks at the guy as well, but not as intensely as TJ*The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No…..how? . What? You look like you just saw a ghost TJ. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings TJ, who is this guy? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ …… . Oh, TJ, don’t be so rude, tell your friend who I am. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ How did you get up here? . TJ, how easily you forget who I know. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, not here as in the VIP, here as in the club, you are supposed to be in jail for another 5 years. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings JAIL!? TJ, who is this guy?! The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ An Woo-Meng, nephew of- An Woo.Meng It doesn’t matter anymore, he was killed a few year ago. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Wait, Woo Meng? You mean the leader of the Yakuza in Philly? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No. Leader in New York. An Woo.Meng No, former leader in New York. Remember, I just said he died. Your friend isn’t good at remember either. Now, come here, cellmate. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings CELLMATE?!? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I left those days behind me for quite awhile An. An Woo.Meng That’s what we all say we do, but no one really does. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No unlike you, I wasn’t in there for killing a man. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Whoa! Before this gets too out-of-hand, let’s go somewhere else. An Woo.Meng Yes, let’s. *An leads the way as TJ and Raj follow. They make their way to a table in a quieter part of the VIP section. They sit down. *The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Now, why are you here? An Woo.Meng TJ, I heard my good friend from my past was in town to celebrate something, didn’t know what, I felt like I had to make an appearance. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Really? An, 5 years sharing the same cell with you taught me two things: 1) You can kill a match with a rubber knife and 2) You never just do something that doesn’t give you something in return. Now what do you need? An Woo.Meng Well, you see there’s a group of people- TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Damn it! We can’t fight the Yakuza! An Woo.Meng No, not them, these people aren’t as bad but the only thing is they will appear out of nowhere and take out anyone and everyone just to kill one person. And they took out my uncle. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Look, An, as much I wish I could help, and I don’t really wish I could help, what is there that I can do? An Woo.Meng His brother. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Trey? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What about him? An Woo.Meng His brother knows who these people are, at least two of them. If we could take one of them out- The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No. I am not a felon anymore! An Woo.Meng TJ for the first 3 years of your sentence you said you were. So which is it. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I was! But not anymore. I’m a wrestler. I’m a champion. An Woo.Meng Please, TJ. I need your help. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Why me? Other than Trey. An Woo.Meng TJ, you’re the only person I know that’s still alive. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Oh great. TJ, we’re both dead then. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Then why am I still alive? An Woo.Meng Whoever these people are, they don’t know me and you shared a cell. They know someone did, but they don’t it’s you. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings So, this means while Trey finds these people, you’re going to be around TJ to “fall off the map” so to speak. Until these people back off? An Woo.Meng Yes basically. If that’s alright with you TJ. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Look, if I’m the only person you have to go to, I can’t let another person’s death rest on my head. An Woo.Meng Xie xie TJ Xie xie. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Not a problem. Now, unless you forgot how to party, I have a championship victory to celebrate. An Woo.Meng Oh, I remember. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright let’s go. *The three men get up and begin to walk out of the room. Raj grabs TJ shoulder as An leaves the room.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings You sure about this? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, but this will be either really good, or really bad. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Damn it, I knew you would say that. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I always do. Now let’s get our fucking party on! *TJ lets out a whoop and hops through the door into the party. He begins dancing with the closest girl to him and the scene fades.*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:44:46 GMT -5
I CAN USE PICTURES TOO Credit: Danny Mainer In Samuel Hawthorne’s office, the man himself was writing cheques out to this time his road agents and talent scouts for their acquiring of new superstars. It seemed that the smart and viciously cutting business man had a lot to fork out this month as a result of his great Fallen Heroes ticket sales and pay-per-view buyrates as well as all the merchandise that flew off the shelf when Mainer won the gold. Of course, speaking of Mainer it was only natural with a segment title on the right hand that a door was due to get sent hurtling off of its hinges by a flying dropkick from The King of Vegas in roughly five... four... three... two... one...~!~CRASH~!~ Landing hard on the floor, Hawthorne looked up and simply rolled his eyes as the new world heavyweight champion dusted himself off and held the gold over his arm proud on display as he came to speak to the man himself Mr. Samuel Hawthorne.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Oh hey Hawthorne, what’s good in the hood?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “Not a whole lot, I’ve managed to hook up ACW with a sponsorship deal from Swedish home furniture giant IKEA. As part of the negotiated package I’m getting free doors bought and fitted every time you break them down.” Hawthorne was smug and distinctly satisfied with this new deal as IKEA was virtually recession proof though maybe not for long if Mainer persistently breaks his doors down. Mainer was already thinking of ways to turn this to his advantage.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Well that’s good news, think you can fetch me a new couch for my locker room?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “I’m afraid I can’t do that. The deal has already been signed. I can maybe swing you a discount but I can’t swindle you a free couch. It’s out of my hands now.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”What if I start wearing blue and gold wrestling trunks and come out to the Swedish national anthem?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “You’d have to negotiate that for yourself, haven’t you still got a years worth of theme song royalties paid to The Eagles of Death Metal for your current song?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”No actually, I spoke to Jesse Hughes last night and the partnership ends tonight. Tonight’s the last night I’ll be coming out to Cherry Cola and afterwards I’m gonna’ have to find a new theme. The bands success has skyrocketed lately and he wants a higher cut. I can’t afford to pay him that.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “What a terrible shame. It’s a shame you’ve got such awful wages...” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Do you even know what my ages actually are?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “Not a clue, $200,000 annually?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”$40,000. Annually. Gary gets paid more than I do.”Hawthorne looked at Mainer and responded in a frank and serious voice, quite surprised at just how low Mainer’s wages actually are.[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “That’s an outright travesty, I mean I’m not your biggest fan but you rake about eight times as much as that annually in for me due to merchandise sales. Well, I’m happy with that.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Listen Hawthorne, I’m a fair and reasonable man but what you probably don’t know is that Ginger had me on rookie bitch contracts. Three months at a time? That’s not changed. Here’s what you should consider. I’ve got three weeks left on my contract and I’ve got your world heavyweight championship legally in my possession, I think it’s high time we reconsidered my salary.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “I’ll give you an extra 25 cents and not a penny more.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”How much does Chris Phenomenal get paid?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “About $450,000 I believe.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I want $25,000.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “That’s lower than your current wa-“ [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Monthly.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “So you want $300,000?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Yup.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “What else?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”What do you mean?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “Even if it’s leaps and bounds over your previous contract, it still falls short of Phenomenal’s. I assume you want a company perk or something?” Mainer paused and thought about this for a moment as Hawthorne went back to writing cheques.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Well no but now that you mention it, I’d like BK London’s old luxury locker room. I mean, I AM the champ now. I’m sick and tired of changing in the basement with that ugly goblin down there staring at my ass.”Hawthorne stared at Mainer, wrinkling his nose in jarred disgust as he realized just how badly the ACW arenas are prepared.[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “Goblin?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Nevermind. Do we have a deal?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “Sounds like I have no choice.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Excellent. Say, you found anyone for The Crucible yet?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “Yes.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Who?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “That’d be telling.” Mainer’s face dropped with disappointment.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Whisper it in my ear?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Man in Charge]: “Sure.” Mainer leant over the desk and Hawthorne leant up to whisper a name into his ear, Mainer nodded his head and a smirk split on his face as he agreed fully with the choice that had been made. As the scene faded out, Danny Mainer was shown coercing Hawthorne into high-fiving him.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:47:25 GMT -5
Tim Dwight vs. Thiago Gracie Danny Mainer
Tim Dwight is a veteran, no doubt about it. He’s one of the greats in wrestling with a nearly half a century career in wrestling but the simple fact that Thiago Gracie was not only a fraction of his age, a hundred times healthier and Mixed Martial Arts trained meant even Tim couldn’t get a punch out before he wound up in that armbar. Tim Dwight however, opted to stay in the submission and refused to give in until finally his arm snapped. Dwight yelled in pain and the referee called for stoppage as Gracie was declared the victor. Gracie didn’t celebrate long and quickly departed.
[spoilers]Winner: Thiago Gracie, Victory by Armbar![/spoilers]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:48:18 GMT -5
Segment: Your complimentary towels, sir. (Credit: XS3/Xavier)
As we walk down the halls, we are treated to a fresh new face here in ACW – that of Laron Xavier's. He walks past a few stagehands and acknowledges them with a simple nod. As he looks around his new environment, a large man bumps past him, almost knocking him down. The man turns around and reveals himself as XS3, who is getting ready to compete later tonight against TJ.
XS3: Sorry, didn't see ya there.
Xavier: Watch where da fuck ya goin’.
XS3 suddenly stops and gets a quizzical look on his face. Laron shoots him a half menacing glass.
XS3: Hey wait a minute, I know you... Sort of. ...okay, I don't really know you. But you look like you wrestle. What's your name, son?
Laron scoffs slightly but noticing the tone used by XS3, drops the attitude knowing full where there’s a time for intimidation and this isn’t it.
Xavier: Laron Xavier.
XS3: Oh great. Another wrestler with an X in their name... I need another Ultimate X match like I need a bullet through my head.
XS3 chuckles to himself but Laron doesn't quite understand the joke.
Xavier: What da fuck are ya talkin’ ‘bout nigga?
XS3: Ah, whatever. You probably wouldn't remember that match a few years ago with Fallen Souls, no one ever does. Anywho, I'm XS3. Welcome to ACW.
XS3 extends his hand towards Laron, who graciously accepts the offer with a small smile on his face.
Xavier: Thanks.
XS3: So what are you looking to accomplish here?
Xavier: It’s all ‘bout provin’ I’m da best there is. It’s ‘bout provin’ dat ya can make it outta da projects and make somethin’ outta ya self wit’ out leavin’ da life like some other niggas did.
XS3: Awesome. You've got something about you. A certain “it” factor. You know what, I'll be looking out for how you perform here in ACW. I've been looking for an opponent for Omega Effect and if you do real good, I might be looking at you.
Xavier: Just make sure ya watchin’.
XS3: Right on. Take 'er easy, champ.
XS3 shoots Laron a cheesy thumbs up, who awkwardly but politely returns the gesture. XS3 then continues down his way down to prepare for his main event match later that evening. As for Laron, he continues down his own path. He knows that he has a long road ahead of him but with the respect of a veteran seemingly earned and a brand new environment waiting for him, Laron feels more confident with each step he takes.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:51:50 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: Bleed the Sinner
How is one supposed to stand again if he has fallen from grace? Can he truly remain steadfast in a mission when abandoned by his leader? By what means can he reclaim that necessary favor to perform the holy will? For if failure is detrimental to the all-encompassing Grand Design of the heavens, does not one who fails cease to be carried along by its rhythmic motions? Unlike the pagan faiths, the true calling of the gods is not one of congregation but instead that of isolation. If one falls, he must fight to his feet alone and without aid from others. To obtain one’s footing once more serves as a reassurance to the ever-watching angelic eyes that his messenger may still operate with the required level of efficiency. However, upon reaching his feet that same failure must also repent so that he may find grace in the eyes of the lord again and continue to be imbued with the holy power.
The wretched numbness one feels in the limbs as he struggles to regain his footing. The searing pain and agony that comes with failing to find favor in the eyes of the gods. The eternal sonata of perpetual sorrow that plays over and over like a broken record in his shattered mind. Abandoned by society and faith alike he must rise like the phoenix to once again ascend to the holy perch from which he shall covet his prey. He must fight his hardest now, for no matter how great one’s abilities would be, all is for naught if he cannot overcome his own weaknesses. So he must continue to fight, for to accept this fate would be to acknowledge one’s inferiority and disqualify oneself from being granted the most eternal pleasure of standing at the foot of the throne of the one true lord. The gates of eternal paradise open only for those worthy of entry; therefore any sliver of impurity shall be regarded with disdain and rejection by the holy judger of souls.
The fight begins anew as one must battle valiantly to forget the physical agony of pain and the greater emotional torment of failure. All senses must cease and all emotions must fall silent. He must obliterate all other thoughts from his mind and focus only on reclaiming the golden light. It is often said among the mortal world that the important quality is not how many times one is knocked down but instead how many times one gets back up. Ironically, this seemingly naïve saying actually does hold some relevance to the holy word, for the Higher One is a caring and noble essence that grants mercy and praise upon those that do not give up. If one keeps fighting, he may yet reassure the lord of his worthiness. If one keeps fighting, he might reclaim the seraphic radiance that grants him inexplicable power over his adversaries. If one keeps fighting, he might walk among the gods once again.
It is on this occasion that the brass ring is obtained anew, as the footing is reclaimed and god’s messenger stands steadfast once more. It is an exhausting and strenuous task however, as the repentance must now commence. Failure is not accepted in the holy vision of the omnipotent entity that rules from beyond the starry skies; therefore pain must be experienced so that the failure may bleed out his impurity and repent his sin to the lord. It must be excruciating and nearly unbearable, for only the greatest of pains may invoke the greatest of pleasures. The concept of sacrifice truly exists as a perfect balance, as one will be rewarded equivalent to the amount in which he has sacrificed. Yet when one is of divine blood and a loyal messenger of the Holy Father of the heavens, the balance does not weigh on his mind, for he will do anything to reclaim the lord’s favor once again.
The pain is horrendous and the open wounds sting due to contact with unclean air, yet it must continue on further. Under no circumstances whatsoever may he experience any feelings other than crippling physical pain and damaging emotional sorrow. He who would not self-inflict pain is unworthy to experience the ultimate pleasure known as eternal paradise. The Holy Father is watching closely as his son attacks his own physical form, the eternal divinity softly aching at the pain his child endures while also radiating with pride from the intense show of loyalty to the holy word. The blood is flowing freely and yet the lashes do not stop, for the holy messenger must become clean once more! The world will be made to suffer tenfold for the pain being experienced by the one imbued with holy light. No matter the pain I shall endure, I will not allow the will of god to go undone!
The eyes of evil do not characteristically open on this starless night, for they are already open and wide with shock. His beautiful paradise no longer illuminated by the embodiment of heaven contained in the twinkling starlight, he stands alone in the dark void of life, now constrained like all the others by the crippling limits of the human form. The trademark meditation does not occur on this night, as the young one stands in a large graveyard breathing heavily and clinching his teeth in pain. He stands shirtless near an open grave, clad only in the trademark black pants and boots, his entire upper body at the mercy of Mother Earth’s natural elements. He thinks only of his father at this moment, for he knows that all he is enduring is due to his eternal love of the holy faith. No matter how much he wishes to cease, he must go on so that he may have the hope of divine forgiveness.
The dark soul slowly looks down at his right hand and tightens his already firm grip on the strap that rests there. A wide and thick strap of leather with two small metal studs attached to a single end, apparently conceived and designed by the young one personally. He continues to grasp the strap tightly in his hand while his breathing slows and the shock ever so slightly eases in his eyes. Those same eyes now embark on a nearly unknown trek, as the tear ducts begin operating and those cold, emotionless eyes actually begin to water slightly. The man that has become synonymous with emotionless, mechanical precision is actually fighting to not shed tears. It quickly becomes obvious that the tears that the young one openly fights back against are caused by pain, as a soft wind blows and causes him to cry out in agony.
The young one arches his back slightly and cries out in pain again as the air hits his back, as it becomes oh so clear what the purpose of the strap he wields truly is. The young one’s back is nearly completely covered in blood and cuts, apparently from the very strap he holds. Nary has a single inch of his chiseled back been spared the wrath, as wounds cut deep into the flesh and threaten that flesh with permanent scarring. Yet he willingly takes this risk, for it has been decreed by the lord above that pain must be suffered. The young one quickly drops to one knee as another soft gust of wind occurs, apparently driving small particles of dust and grime into his battered back. However, remembering the word of god he fights the pain and rises to his feet, before looking into the endless night sky passionately and longingly, as if praying that his task is being witnessed by the lord above.
The battered man known as The Scorpion slowly closes his eyes now and grits his teeth yet again; apparently realizing that he must go on in his brutal endeavor. He slowly takes a few deep breathes, seemingly readies himself…then quickly tilts his head forward and whips his own back as hard as he can with the strap! The young one SCREAMS in pain as the self-inflicted blows continue to rain down constantly, each side of his back being punished as he switches hands and never once breaks rhythm. On and on the beating continues, with the screams of pain piercing the empty night and causing nearby nighttime creatures to run in fear. The blows keep coming, the sharp metal studs ripping at his flesh and causing the blood to run like a river. However The Scorpion continues on, knowing that such pain must occur if he is to again find father with his beloved Higher One.
Finally the beating ceases and The Scorpion quickly drops the strap and falls to the ground in pain. He rests on his hands and knees, with his arms visibly quivering from the pain he is in. However, soon the quivering slows and the young one speaks aloud to his lord, apparently too in pain to enter the trademark position of prayer…
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:53:24 GMT -5
The Scorpion: My lord, please give me the strength to go on. I have failed you my father, I have failed you! I do not understand father, why did this happen to me? Why was I unable to perform the holy will? Have I fallen from the holy grace? Have I been forsaken of the seraphic radiance to lead the heavenly light brigade? My lord, I cannot punish myself enough, for the bodily pain eventually becomes too great. Please father; please give me the strength I need to hurt even more! The physical pain my body feels is nothing compared to the mental anguish I suffer knowing that I did not claim the kingship in our holy name. I am nothing my lord. I am nothing, I feel nothing, and I live for nothing! Without the holy light I have no reason to continue my earthly existence, so please father, I beg of you to give me the energy needed to repent this hideous sin of failure! I wish to hurt more my lord; I still have the energy to go on. Please make me feel the agony of a thousand tortured souls. If I would not be granted mercy, might I at least be granted the energy needed to continue with the penance? I know that only through pain and sacrifice may one achieve sainthood, therefore I am fully prepared to go through earthly hell to improve myself in the holy eyes. Give me power heavenly father; give me the power to inflict pain on my earthly flesh the likes of which none in this world have ever witnessed!”
The bizarre “prayer” completed, The Scorpion slowly fights to his feet once again. He quickly gazes at his surroundings, noting the symbolism of his presence in an earthly graveyard. Just as the flesh goes to rest in the soil upon its expiration, so too does the young one’s status as the holy messenger of god. By failing to obtain victory he has failed to do the lord’s work, hence he is as all the others right now. His status in the eyes of the lord is truly dead at this moment; therefore it is oh so appropriate that he chastise himself to the point where his earthly flesh is ready to join its departed essence. Only through unbearable agony may he be granted the glorious mercy of being able to bleed out his impurity, his essence stained by the taint of failure. His eyes moving downward, The Scorpion spots the blood-covered strap on the ground and picks it up once again, apparently ready to continue the brutal self-flogging.
He quickly continues the horrendous beating, gritting his teeth and crying out in pain as the strap bites into his flesh once again. He continues on without missing a single blow; however he suddenly stops the beating and drops the strap once again. His eyes wide with shock and his back absolutely covered with blood, the dark one now drops to his knees and enters into the trademark position of prayer. Despite the obvious pain, he slowly spreads his arms and once again receives a message from his master in the stars.
While still gritting his teeth, the young one slowly nods his head and appears to understand his instructions. He quickly rises and walks a short way towards the open grave. While walking, he quickly arches his back again in pain as another gentle winds blows grime and dust into his open wounds. However, this pain does not deter his mission as he quickly leans over the open grave and reaches down to remove the shovel buried in the soil. The grave is of normal proportions, nearly six feet deep, but this doesn’t stop The Scorpion from calmly jumping down straight into the open grave.
Situated in the grave, The Scorpion calmly breaths a heavy sigh before lying down in the open grave! He grits his teeth from the obvious stinging that the dirt causes on his wounded back, yet he still rests on the hard soil, not once attempting to alleviate his pain. He quickly shuts out more of the pain before performing another weird action, as he notices a single white rose lying in the grave beside him. Obviously placed there purposely, The Scorpion takes the flower and gently holds it in his hands as he rests his hands on his chest. He continues to lay motionless in this position for several minutes, with the appearance of a body that had been prepped for viewing at a funeral.
While remaining as still as a statue, his wounded mind begins to function once again. Seemingly regaining some of his beloved godly love, the young one’s mind begins to formulate plans of action to further the will of his savior. He realizes that soon his physical pain will fade and he will become pure in mind and heart once more. With this comforting he thought he focuses his energies to tolerate the pain in his back, making certain to remain completely still the entire time. It appears this is some type of ritual showing his loyalty to the lord, as The Scorpion now closes his eyes and maintains his position while speaking aloud once again to his eternal father and master…
The Scorpion: My blessed savior, I leave it all in your hands. I am prepared for my time as a messenger of earthly flesh to end right now. Dear sweet and merciful Higher One, I have made all of the necessary preparations. If you see your loyal servant as unworthy to continue his task, than allow these walls to cave in and bury my flesh right at this very spot. Those born of the sinners would die among the sinners. I am prepared to continue on regardless my lord, not even death itself will stop me. I will continue to battle in the name of faith and defend our beloved paradise from the onslaught of the pagan forces. If this is to be my fate, then let that same fate occur at this very moment. However, please realize that should you grant me a little more time in this accursed flesh I vow on my loyalty to you that the will shall be done. Should you choose to allow these walls to crumble and bury my earthly body, I will still battle on. Even as the last gasp of breath leaves the flesh the spirit shall break free of its organic prison. I am waiting my lord; I am waiting for your holy judgment. I lie completely at your mercy father; my spirit resides on the bloody altar. Slowly I feel it my divine guardian, I feel the sweet essence of purity returning to me. As I gaze upwards into the heavens I see the clouds part and the brilliant gates of Eden beckoning to me, preparing to welcome me into its eternal paradise. However I notice there is no activity from you dear god. There is no crumbling of walls and no burying of earthly flesh. This means that I have been granted another chance to do your will! I am one with the heavens again Higher One, the eternal light of god has returned to his son!”
With this final remark The Scorpion’s eyes snap open once again and he calmly sits upright in the grave. The eyes are no longer wide with shock and his breathing is no longer labored. The trademark pale green eyes once again glint with the light of demonic power. He slowly looks around the small grave and begins to laugh like a maniac, having apparently passed his test of loyalty. He quickly stands up and calmly places the rose back onto the ground above him and climbs out of the grave. He regains his footing and notices the strap that just shortly ago was used to beat purity back into his earthly body.
The resurrected fighter of god quickly picks up the strap once again and stares at coldly, noticing that large amounts of blood staining the drab leather and metal studs. Sneering ever so slightly, he turns and tosses the strap into the very grave where he just lay, watching as it lands with a soft thud. With this done, The Scorpion picks up the shovel he removed from the grave and walks around to the other side where there is a large mound of loose dirt. He quickly begins shoveling dirt into the grave, seemingly ignoring the obvious pain still emanating from his beaten and dirtied back.
He continues on robotically shoveling in the dirt, not once diverting his eyes or uttering a single word. He continues on for a few minutes until the previously open grave is nearly completed filled with dirt. He flattens the dirt and packs it into the grave tightly, then casually steps over the now-filled grave and retrieves the white rose. His back still bleeding and the pain obviously still being felt, The Scorpion slowly takes the white rose and places it in the soft dirt of the grave. He places it at the head of the grave and then slowly kneels to the ground, resembling a causal cemetery visitor praying at the resting place of a loved one.
He remains in this position for several minutes, obviously allowing the symbolism of his actions to truly be analyzed by his lord and savior. He realizes that the pain he feels in his body right now will eventually fade thanks entirely to the grace of the Higher One. Therefore in spite of the pain his posture inflicts upon his battered back he continues the symbolic gesture of thankfulness for his weakness being buried under the very soil he desires to protect. What was born of the earth has returned to the earth, the dark spirit stands with purity renewed and resolve strengthened.
His task completed, The Scorpion slowly rises to his feet and softly bows towards the rose in a bizarre gesture before slowly turning and walking away from the grave. He marches through the graveyard and appears to head for the exit, yet slows his pace when he sees a beautiful white dove perched atop a nearby tombstone.
He softly holds out his hand and calmly walks towards the tombstone now. The bird does not fly away in fear as expected; instead the small winged creature flies towards The Scorpion and lands on his outstretched hand like a perch. The wicked spirit casually gazes into the small eyes of the white bird, realizing that upon the resurrection of Eden the world shall become a clean and pristine place in which all innocent creatures may live free of the treacherous human sin. He quickly jerks his hand upwards and lets the bird fly away, realizing that the bird is a messenger from his beloved savior. As the pristine white represents purity, he is now devoid of the darkness and embraced once again within the holy light.
With these comforting thoughts, The Scorpion slowly turns and walks away. With his renewed faith, it is safe to believe that he is now more dangerous than ever before…
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:54:41 GMT -5
Segment: Photo Album Credit: Theodore Wellington and Buddy Ghee
Shining Star fills the arena to a remarkably positive response. Buddy Ghee makes his usual entrance, the fist roll and everything. He climbs through the ropes, microphone in hand, and puts it to his mouth.
Buddy Ghee: So, Fallen Heroes has finally come and gone... Remember me? Being in there? I was kickin' some serious ass, am I right people!?
A small roar comes from the stands. Buddy laughs it off.
Buddy Ghee: Fine then, to Hell with you too. Now, I understand... That I failed to capture the title shot. It went to the Dynamic Snowflake: Chris Phenomenal!
A chorus of boos from Buddy insulting their hero.
Buddy Ghee: Naw, I'm jokin'. Seriously. I personally think it should've gone to Freeman, because... Well, watch.
A video plays of Freeman eliminating Theodore Wellington from the ring.
Buddy Ghee: Dayum, that was fly, am I right people!?
This time, there's a deafening applause at Freeman eliminating the trust-fund kid.
Buddy Ghee: Hah hah! Oooohhh... That's awesome. But I'd like to talk about one other portion of the show. One that is, as the critics have said, a triumph. One of the pinnacle moments of Buddy Ghee's career. There was no real gain, but damn that felt good. Let's watch.
A replay of Buddy punching Theodore Wellington, chain wrapped around his fist.
Buddy Ghee: Wow! You all saw that, right? Let's watch it again.
The replay plays again.
Buddy Ghee: Alright, one more time!
Once again, the bone shattering punch shows on screen.
Buddy Ghee: Okay, now in slow motion.
As Buddy requested, the replay shows again, in slow motion.
Buddy Ghee: Wow. True... True greatness. Can I get that on a loop? And then he- He gets PINNED! By that scrub! Either way, you should be able to kick out of- Wait! It's me. Even if I didn't have the chain, he'd be out. Well, I guess we can end on a h-
Suddenly, the titantron comes on. Theodore Wellington's face fills the screen. A roar of boos hit the atmosphere.
The feed cuts off as Buddy stands alone in the ring. The crowd tries to cheer him on. He looks down at his shoes for a second. Then he tosses the microphone on the ground, a loud thud emanating from the speakers. He climbs out of the ring and returns behind the curtain.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:55:56 GMT -5
Buddy Ghee vs. The Scorpion The Scorpion
Maxwell McNally: Now fans we have a rather…intriguing match as Buddy Ghee once again goes head to head with The Scorpion. Ghee is more aggressive than ever thanks to his issues with Theodore Wellington, but The Scorpion is…..well, I actually can’t find the words to describe him.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: A damned psychopathic freak?
Maxwell McNally: You know, normally I get on you for statements like that, but after what we’ve seen tonight I really can’t argue.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: We might care Maxwell, but Buddy Ghee doesn’t. He’s entered into a whole other realm of viciousness. There is going to be an absolute war tonight!
The speakers in the arena come to life as “Shining Star” by Earth, Wind, and Fire begins to play. Buddy Ghee walks through the curtain and makes his way towards the ring, however he is different from any type of Buddy Ghee that ACW has ever seen. There is no fun to found in this man, only a look of pure determination as he storms to the ring and rolls inside, never once acknowledging anyone.
Maxwell McNally: Look at the focus in that man! This is not the Buddy Ghee we’re used to!
Things continue as “The Human Stain” by Kamelot begins to play and The Scorpion prepares to make his entrance. However, like Ghee, The Scorpion also does not go through his customary ring entrance. He calmly walks through the curtain towards the ring and actually has slight smile on his face as he glares at Buddy, almost as if he’s excited by the prospect of a hard fight. The Scorpion’s back is hard to look at, still suffering massively from the damage inflicted by the studded strap earlier.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Ladies and gentlemen, this guy might just be the most disturbed individual in the history of this company! No matter what happens, this freak always manages to weird everyone out in one way or…
Suddenly, The Scorpion quickly stops and shoots a death glare over at Edison! Edison loudly gulps in fear as The Scorpion slowly tilts his head and walks towards the announce table. Edison quickly throws down the headset and looks to run away, but The Scorpion stops and quickly turns to enter the ring before reaching the table.
Once inside, the two men don’t even wait for the bell as they haul off and begin throwing stiff right hands at each other! The two men constantly trade blows to the face before the larger Scorpion manages to knock Buddy off balance with a hard right. Scorpion goes for an elbow smash, but Buddy cuts him off with a stiff kick to the midsection! Scorpion doubles over in pain, so Buddy bounces off the ropes and hits a sick running knee straight to the head! Scorpion goes down, so Buddy hits a standing Moonsault and tries for the quick win!
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Kickout with authority!
Buddy is undeterred and tries to apply a Side Russian Leg Sweep, but Scorpion spins out, grabs Buddy’s arm, and pulls him right into a sharp STO! Buddy’s head bounces off the mat, so Scorpion immediately mounts him and starts raining down sharp elbow strikes to the face! Scorpion keeps throwing elbows, eventually splitting Buddy open under the left eye. He tries to continue, but Buddy simply lifts his leg and knees Scorpion hard in the injured back! Scorpion arches his back in pain and falls off of Buddy, which allows him to get back to his feet! Buddy tries to hit a lariat, but Scorpion quickly ducks under it and takes Buddy down with a brutal rolling elbow smash to the back of the head!
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Kickout with authority!
Maxwell McNally: This is insane! Both of these guys are more aggressive than ever! This is like watching a brawl on the streets!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: ………………
Scorpion tries to follow with a Brainbuster, but Buddy quickly slips out and hits that Side Russian Leg Sweep he tries earlier! Buddy stomps away on Scorpion now, making sure to specifically aim for the head! Scorpion rolls away to avoid the pressure, but pays for it when Buddy drops an elbow directly into his injured back! Scorpion grits his teeth in agony as Buddy follows up with FIVE more elbows to the back! Scorpion is hurting badly, so Buddy allows him to get up before bouncing off the ropes and dropping him with a scissors kick! Scorpion quickly fights to one knee to avoid the pinfall, so Buddy bounces off the ropes and hits a SICK running dropkick, driving both boots right into Scorpion’s face! Scorpion falls back in pain, so Buddy quickly grabs his legs and rolls into a jackknife hold, trying for a flash pin!
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Scorpion quickly gets to his feet and is not a pretty sight, as Buddy’s dropkick has busted him wide open! Scorpion seemingly feels the blood and quickly touches his face before becoming so enraged at the sight of blood that he literally begins to shake with rage. He shoots a death glare at Buddy, but before he can do anything Buddy charges in for another lariat! But Scorpion is able to counter once again, this time by sidestepping and allowing Buddy to rebound off the other side ropes. Scorpion is ready when Buddy bounces back, striking him dead in the nose with a sickening spinning backfist blow! Buddy drops like a rock, so Scorpion quickly leaves his element and heads up top! He comes off with a huge flying splash, dropping all of his 240 pounds onto Buddy and trying to get the win!
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Maxwell McNally: I have never seen either one of these guys be so brutal! Both men are bleeding and these strikes they have been throwing at one another have just been sickening!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: ………………
Scorpion waits for Buddy to get to his feet and throws a big roundhouse kick, but Buddy rolls forward to counter just like Scorpion did earlier! Scorpion tries to spin around quickly, but he’s too late as Buddy connects with a straight right punch dead to the chin! Scorpion stumbles back in a daze, so Buddy charges and finally hits that elusive lariat! Scorpion is down, so Buddy hooks him up and takes him over into a fisherman suplex, holding the bridge for the pinfall!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:56:16 GMT -5
Both men get to their feet, but Buddy presses on to keep the advantage. He throws a couple of kicks at Scorpion’s back to double him over in pain, then bounces off the ropes behind him and takes him down with a bulldog headlock! Scorpion is down, so Buddy heads up top and snaps off a picture perfect Moonsault!
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Buddy tries to follow up by lifting Scorpion into a scoop slam, but Scorpion slides down Buddy’s back and drops him with a reverse DDT! With Buddy down, Scorpion just hauls off and connects with some brutal soccer kicks directly into Buddy’s unprotected head! Buddy rolls away to avoid the pain, allowing Scorpion a brief moment to wipe the blood from his eyes. This allows Buddy to get to his feet, but he pays for it when Scorpion charges and drops him with a stiff Yakuza Kick to the face!
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Maxwell McNally: This match is a pendulum of momentum, as both men are incensed as never before and neither is willing to go down!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: ………………
Maxwell McNally: Eddie Edison! You haven’t spoken a word since this match started! You’re getting paid to commentate on these matches! Do your damn job!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: ………………
Scorpion tries to end the challenge of Buddy Ghee by hoisting him up for the Eliminator, but Buddy escapes and grabs Scorpion in a waist lock before hitting a perfect arcing German Suplex!
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Buddy grabs Scorpion and tries another German Suplex, but this time Scorpion reverses the waist lock and transitions directly into the Lament of Innocence!
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Scorpion tries to apply a tiger driver now, but Buddy quickly powers out of it with a back body drop! Scorpion hits hard on the injured back, so Buddy makes him pay with a sick pendulum backbreaker! The impact can be seen immediately, as Buddy’s knee is now covered in the still fresh blood from Scorpion’s back! Buddy sees his chance now and heads up top, giving the sign for the Shining Star! He waits for Scorpion to get his feet and tries the shooting star DDT, only for Scorpion to move out of the way! However, Buddy somehow manages an incredible save as he completes the rotation and somehow manages to land on his feet! He pays for it though, as Scorpion is waiting and obliterates him with a sick roundhouse kick to the face the instant he lands!
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Maxwell McNally: Buddy Ghee will not fall on this night! The Scorpion will not fall on this night! Hell fans, we might BE here all night!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: ………………
The Scorpion senses that the momentum is with him now and shows it by grabbing Buddy and executing a technically perfect dragon suplex!
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Scorpion tries to follow with another type of suplex, but Buddy counters with a quick elbow to the face! With Scorpion dazed, Buddy spikes him dead on his head with his signature snapping DDT!
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Buddy sees that it’s now or never and heads up top once again. He waits for Scorpion to get to his feet, then leaps off the top into his shooting star DDT, successfully hitting the Shining Star!!! Buddy looks to cover, but gets cut off when “My Time” by Fabulous begins playing over the arena speakers!
Maxwell McNally: That’s Theodore Wellington’s music! What the hell is going on here!
Indeed, Theodore Wellington slowly makes his way down the ramp, shooting a cocky smile at Buddy the entire time! Buddy momentarily forgets about the Scorpion and gets to his feet, screaming at Wellington as he continues to slowly walk down the ramp! The referee tries to pull Buddy away, but Buddy won’t listen since he and Wellington have locked eyes! For his part, Wellington is making no attempt to interfere, as he’s merely walking towards the ring smiling at Buddy! After repeated attempts to goad Wellington into the ring, Buddy finally flips him the bird and turns around…only to be met with a running palm strike by The Scorpion! Buddy is stunned, so Scorpion wastes no time and quickly spikes him on his head with the Eliminator! Wellington continues to smile as the referee dives into position for the count!
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As the bell rings and the Scorpion is declared the winner, Wellington sarcastically returns the middle finger to Buddy Ghee and calmly leaves for the back, his purpose apparently done. The Scorpion, as always, refuses help from the officials and slowly makes his way to the back under his own power. Shortly afterwards, Ghee makes it to his feet and immediately makes a mad dash for the back, obviously trying to track down Theodore Wellington!
Maxwell McNally: Fans, tonight we have witnessed one of the stiffest, most aggressive matches I have ever seen. Both The Scorpion and Buddy Ghee were on a different plain tonight, but ultimately it was the Scorpion who comes out the victor.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Give the assist to Theodore Wellington for that one!
Maxwell McNally: Eddie! Why didn’t you do your job for that last match!?
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Maxwell, I’m normally a fun loving guy. But when that creep came at me I decided then and there that I wasn’t going to try him tonight. Sorry if I burdened you, but I was protecting my own ass!
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