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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 21:59:21 GMT -5
Just a Phone-Call Away [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] It had been nearly four months since Vortex last stepped foot in an ACW ring. Many of the fans were no doubt surprised to see him enter in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, as it seems Vortex appears as quickly as he disappears. It was a one-time deal, to make money. Vortex did not intend on competing in ACW again, especially not in his current state. The scene opens up to the back of some rundown convenience store in Iowa. It is raining slightly, and the buildings neon lights flicker a bit. The weather had been quite dry for a few days prior, and the cracked landscape gradually gives way to the rain. Vortex sits in the dirt behind the store, looking up at the sky. The past few months had been rough on him, and his hair had grown longer and become more unkempt. Vortex now sports a full beard and his clothes are tattered, in short he has gone from World Title contender to homeless man faster than one would think possible.But why?
Vortex could not answer this question. In the past few months he had completely lost contact with Abel and Winters, and was quite surprised that they had not managed to locate him yet. Vortex had become a hitchhiker of sorts, wandering around the country looking for a purpose. It was only a few weeks ago he received a phone call from Hawthorne—who still had his contact information and was able to reach Vortex via pre-paid cell phone—to enter in the Battle Royale. Vortex did not want to go back, however he needed the money…so he signed up. What a mistake.Being away from the ring had led to all sorts of problems for him in the Rumble. Vortex could not even eliminate one person…and this bothered him. The rain fell a bit harder, and Vortex’s mud streaked hair started to itch. This only aggravated him further…what had he become? For a man who held the Entertainment Championship for over four months, his showing in the Royale was an embarrassment. Vortex knew he should attempt to redeem his name…*BUZZ* The cell in his pocket began to buzz. Vortex reaches into his dirty flannel shirt, pulls out his phone, and looks at it. It would seem Hawthorne hasn’t forgotten about him…Vortex: Yeah.Hawthorne Try not to sound so excited Mr. Osbourne. Vortex: Sorry, it’s a lovely evening out here in the sticks…I just can’t contain myself. The rain picks up more and lightning flashes in the distance. Having become used to the volatile weather, Vortex ignores the rain.Hawthorne I have a proposition for you. I know that we signed you for a one-off contract to enter in the Rumble, however another opportunity has come up, one that I am sure will interest you. Vortex: Go on. Hawthorne First, we would need to sign you to at least a three-month contract. The match in question is at Omega Effect, however we cannot have you disappearing so soon afterward if you do not win…it is bad for PR. Vortex: Omega Effect? I find it interesting that I’ve been homeless for the past three months and suddenly get a call to appear on ACW’s biggest PPV of the year. Hawthorne You have a unique set of skills for the type of match I am interested in booking you in. Do you remember The Crucible? Vortex: That thing Mainer set up last year? A ladder match or something? Hawthorne Yes, it is a six-person ladder match, with the winner receiving a contract for a World Title shot whenever they choose. We have four men and a mystery entrant, and I figured that you might be interested, given your experience in such matches. Vortex sits there for a moment, in the now pouring rain. His head is starting to buzz and his dirty clothes stick to his body. Hitchhiking cross-country has been quite the adventure; however, the funds to do so were quickly running out. Vortex had drawn inspiration from the people he met and the places he had been, however now it was time to return to a very familiar place.Vortex: I’m in. Hawthorne Very well. I am unsure of where you currently are in the continental US, however I need you on Warfare Monday. Vortex reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few dirty bills. He looks at them, and smiles.Vortex: I’ll see what I can do. Before Hawthorne has a chance to reply, Vortex hangs up. Normally, this would be anything but good business etiquette, especially towards a man who just gave him a huge opportunity. Vortex was anything but a normal person however…and the other five men, whoever they may be, were about to find out just what it means to be in a Ladder Match.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:00:33 GMT -5
Segment: Two Heads are Better than One (Credit: Freeman/Cole)
In his locker room, Ryan Cole sits. To his right is his bodyguard, Dominic Campbell. Ryan Cole has only been in ACW for a short time, but already he is beginning to turn some heads with his intense brutality inside the ring. So far, he is undefeated, and he intends to keep it that way. It Is then that he hears a knock on the door. He rolls his eyes, assuming once more Charlotte King is here to interview him. He’s getting a bit tired of this, but at the same time it allows him to address the ACW fans, so he walks over to the door and opens it.
Ryan: Ms. King I'm really no--- Well, well. What do YOU want?
And the person looking back at him is not Charlotte King at all.
Freeman: …To talk.
A silence as the two look at each other, Ryan Cole apparently debating whether or not he wants to talk to Freeman. Freeman waits a couple seconds before speaking again.
Freeman: May I enter?
Another silence, as Cole still seems to think about it, most likely wondering why exactly he is being visited by Freeman…and whether he will be worth listening to. But ultimately, it seems, Cole decides to hear him out as he steps aside, allowing Freeman entrance into the room. Freeman slowly walks in, glancing up at Dominic Campbell who also stands in the room, and staring right into his eyes to show him he’s not intimidated. And then Freeman turns his head to regard Cole. Freeman has a curious expression on his face, as if he’s deep in thought. As if he’s analyzing Cole right before his eyes.
Ryan: Is there any particular reason you decided to disturb me in my locker room? Or do you annoy for pleasure rather than business?
Freeman: You’ve been attempting to get people’s attention as of late, have you not?
Ryan: No. I don’t “Attempt” to do anything. When I want something I take it. I AM getting people’s attention.
A slow smirk appears on Freeman’s face. For whatever reason he’s here right now…this seems to have been confirming that things are going well.
Freeman: My mistake.
There is a certain tenseness in the room, and the situation certainly seems volatile, even though there is no real reason why this should be. It still puts Campbell on his guard, just in case somehow this situation gets violent.
Freeman: Well, if you’re trying to get attention you at least succeeded to some level. Because I find myself very interested with what I’ve seen from you.
Ryan: You saw my match at Fallen Heroes, didn't you Jason? You remember it? Where I defeated two men in record time? Well that’s just the beginning of what I’m going to be doing here.
Freeman: Yes, but that’s not what caught my attention about you. You see, I’ve heard you talking. You’ve said you would do ANYTHING to get to go down in history and that that sets you apart from everybody else in ACW.
Ryan:Nice to see you've been paying attention, that’s correct.
Freeman: Well, actually it isn’t.
And then suddenly Freeman’s face changes, and now there is a glare focusing itself on Cole.
Freeman: Because you seem to have forgotten about me.
Ryan: Forgotten about you? No. I just know that when it comes down to it it is I who would be victorious if we ever met.
Freeman: You see, however, that’s what I liked about you. You remind me very much of myself. In a world so obsessed with honor and dignity by morality…it is refreshing to see another young star who understands the way this business works. I see potential in you.
Ryan:Everyone does. But i must warn it is harder to earn my favour than by simply flattery Freeman. You’re just like the rest to me, and on my way to the top I’ll step on you just like every other one of them.
Freeman: I wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, the very fact you’d say that tells me I made the right choice in coming here.
Ryan: What you want to fight or something? If you do I'd suggest you suggest you consider you surroundings.
And quickly Dominic Campbell seems at the ready, in case Freeman does attempt to try anything, but Freeman doesn’t make any motion, and it seems that maybe he isn’t going to do much at all.
Freeman: I want you to join me.
Silence. This was unexpected, and Cole seems surprised at first, until steadily his face lightens up and he looks on the verge of laughter.
Ryan: Join you?! Join you?! Hah! You think that’s what I want to do? Let me tell you, Ryan Cole works by himself, with the exception of course of Dominic Campbell. I am set to become the fastest rising star in this company. I am going to show these fans exactly who Ryan Cole is, and I don’t need YOUR help. If you thought I’d just become some kind of lackey for you I’m afraid you were sadly mistaken. Now, if you would kindly escort yourself out of my locker room. I'd hate to have to get Campbell to help you leave, sometimes he forgets to be gentle with our guests
Cole smirks, satisfied with his threat but the lack of reaction from Freeman clearly aggravates him he gestures to Campbell but Freeman decides to voice his rebuttal.
Freeman: Hmm…perhaps that is disappointing. As I said, you have potential. That of course isn't enough though. You have a long way to go but you have the proper base to build quite a force upon…if somebody was able to guide you. I thought you were something different than the rest of these superstars. I thought you were able to understand the benefits of an alliance. You may talk a big game, but I have pulled off schemes you couldn’t dream of. I have fought my way very near the top, and I am set to take that next leap…but in a world of teams and partnerships, it is very hard for a man to do it by himself - even with a bodyguard. One man cannot match the power of two…and for all your talk you are inexperienced. I am the most cunning man in this company, and when I have a plan it works. When I have a scheme I pull it off, and I happen to have a big one in the works right now, but unlike you it seems I am able to put pride aside for one second and realize that it may benefit me to have somebody else on my side. I work by myself too, however that has cost me before…
Ryan: You think you can talk me into it? I don’t need your cunning, I am cunning myself. I don’t need an extra man, because I have Dominic Campbell. I can get to the top without you and I can do this on my own. And I can make you remember tha-
Freeman: Can you? What’s your big plan?
Cole snaps his head to the side diverting his gaze from Freeman possibly from shock or maybe even rage.
Ryan: What?
Freeman: Your scheme to get remembered . That’s what you want isn’t it?
Ryan: It is, as for my plan did you not see me destroy The Red Panther and Gary in that ring? I could do it again to anyone! That’s the only scheme I need!
Freeman: Hm. The Red Panther and Gary. Quite the lineup. Well, let’s just say I have bigger foes in my path. If you’d like to jump ahead up to a foe that would actually mean something, then you are most likely making the wrong choice. But if you’d like to continue at your rate then fine.
Ryan: Well…tonight I don’t have a match, but---
Freeman: Ah. Seems you really are on the fast track then. Well as you obviously don’t need my help, then I suppose I’ll see myself out. But if you ever decide that you want to truly attain success by simply putting your pride aside and making one quick choice…I’ll still be here. And believe me, you WILL be remembered.
And then Freeman turns and walks out the door, leaving Cole looking after him with an unreadable expression on his face, before it changes into a grimace of defiance. He closes the door hard behind Freeman, and walks back inside his locker room.
Ryan: I don’t need him…
Cole motions to Dominic Campbell to stand by the door, not wanting any more unexpected visitors
Ryan: I don't need anyone...
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:01:04 GMT -5
Minamata Bay, Japan
[The unsettling tide nearly upsets the ship, himself included. It takes all his might to not only save himself from going overboard, but also his fellow crewmen. Using one of his larger than life arms as anchor, he takes hold of several members of the ship with his other. As of late the sea has been vengeful, relentless. Deep down he wonders if this change in the current is tied in with all the natural disasters occurring across the globe. Could Armageddon be approaching like all the conspiracy theorists believe? In the bible Jesus did say that many were blind to the changes around them, the signs of the times, if you will. Are these the signs and furthermore, if they are, are we as a civilization ignoring them like those who lived in biblical times? These are thoughts better left pondered for another day. In the meanwhile he lives in the here, the now, and has decided to make the most of every day. Today he makes good on his goal as he places his newfound family on their feet the moment the fishing boat becomes stabilized.]
Old Man (translated from Japanese): Son Joseph, I, as well as my family, shall forever be in your debt.
[The old man lowers his body to rest it upon his knee in a show of gratitude. The rest of the crew follows suit. Before it can make its final decent, the large hands of the man wrap themselves around the old man’s frail body and prevents his knee from making contact with the deck.]
Aiden Joseph (translated from broken Japanese): No, it is I who shall forever live in yours. You took me in as one of your own, a complete stranger, no less. You gave me a means to support myself and more importantly, you showed me the peace of the seas. Do not bow to me, Hiroshi. I am just a man, one who bears many sins and is not worthy of your admiration or that of your crew.
Old Man: Son Joseph, when we met I could see within your eyes the sorrow of your heart. It spoke to me louder than any voice ever could. Though I knew nothing of your previous life, what scars lay beneath your eyes, I was sure of one thing: that you are a good man. If I was to turn away from a good man’s quest for redemption I would one day lie with a guilty soul. Do not thank me for doing something as natural as breathing air.
Aiden Joseph: I have traveled the world, Hiroshi and have found few men like yourself. Know that I value your friendship.
Old Man: And I, yours. But I must ask you, you just told me that I had granted you peace. If that is so, how come I do not see it in your heart? Deep within I sense incredible rage, rage that even this sea cannot quell.
[His face turns red. Lowering his head in shame, Aiden speaks softly as if he was paying repentance with his voice.]
Aiden Joseph: I spoke an untruth, Hiroshi. I have not truly found it.
Old Man: Have you not found it or is it that you fear confronting it?
Aiden Joseph: The later.
Old Man: There is nothing this old man can say that will help direct you to the inner peace you seek. You know what I will say and importantly, you know what you must do. I will not pry, son Joseph, but do know that when the day comes I will miss you and your company. However, your kindred spirit will always live on. Until that day, we will make the most of our time.
Aiden Joseph: That we will, Hiroshi. That we will.
[END]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:01:06 GMT -5
FUCKIN’ MAGNETS, OPPOSED Danny Mainer Sat alone in her private dressing room, Charlotte King was seen dabbing on some blusher and making herself look nice for this evenings interviews when a knocking could be heard at the door. Charlotte didn’t want to see anybody at this point, she was too humiliated by what had happened at Fallen Heroes to dare show her face except when she was at risk of losing her job. After a few moments of pure silence, instead of being dropkicked in traditional Danny Mainer fashion he simply let himself in. The crowd could be heard audibly whistling and cheering as the handsome, bearded world heavyweight champion strolled in.
A week simply isn’t a long enough to heal the wounds of being revealed to the world as the lover of the world heavyweight champion, a scene which Charlotte continued to play over in her mind feeling all the more nauseous. Mainer crept up behind Charlotte and rested a hand on her shoulder not even getting a look back from her, her eyes dropping in dismay knowing full well who it is.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Hey Charlotte.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “I’m not happy with you.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”And why would that be?”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Oh don’t give me that horsecock.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”That was a poor choice of words and gave me a fantastic opportunity to make some snide comment but I’ll refrain. I knew that is what this was about..”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Then why ask?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I was trying to break the tension.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Look Dan, I thought what happened between us meant something. Y’know? I don’t usually date the lads off the roster and what happened between us just felt right. I know we weren’t dating as such but it just really hurt me. Not so much that you went back to your ex for me, that I kind of predicted but the fact that you had to announce it publically to the entire world.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I had to clear it off my chest. Everything, every last detail. Right down to the wire.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Now they all think I’m a secret slut Dan, I don’t see why you couldn’t have just confessed the numbers and not names! I mean, do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked to be known as not just another blonde bimbo?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Look, I’m sorry okay? I know it’s not what you wanted but I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel better.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “What, by screwing me and telling the world again?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Well if that would help...”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “So much for loyalty.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I was trying to make light of the situation.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Ugh, why’re you here?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Honestly? I just wanted to say sorry. For real, Charlotte. I didn’t want it to happen like this. I was a mess and you knew what you were getting into, I continually refused any of your help until finally I felt like I had nowhere else to turn to. I can understand if you’re mad but I just wanted the chance to say sorry. I understand that Ray is really angry with me too.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Can you blame him though? I mean honestly? He’s got this idea in his head that The King Family name is well renowned in his hometown of Norwich and that he’s respected and to have his niece get nailed by an American is something o total ruin to what, if any, reputation he had.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I’ll find a way to make it up to him, see if I can get Jack Daniels to sponsor ACW and send him free stuff. Corporate deals and all that. Then I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Make it up to me?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I can set you up on a date with my sister.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Uhhh, I’m sure she’s lovely Dan but I’m not a lesbian.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Neither is she... yet.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “You honestly turn my stomach sometimes.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Yeah well my sister is a sweet girl it has to be said but it’s been a very long time since she’s seen anyone...”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Thank God this is isn’t being broadcasted and nobody will hear this conversation.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I know, right?”Mainer made a throat-cutting gesture at the camera and quickly the feed was shut off.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Well on that note I’ve got a match to wrestle in, got a tall and aggressive Scotsman to cave in the skull of. He’s tough but I eliminated him at Fallen Heroes, I can lay him out for the count. Good night Charlotte.”[Charlotte King l The First Lady of ACW]: “Bye Dan.” And with that Mainer left the way he came leaving Charlotte feeling dejected, alone and broken in spirit. It had been a rollercoaster of a month for Danny Mainer but with the exception of Caitlynn Dufraisne nobody had been left quite as nauseated as Charlotte King. Mainer knew deep in his heart what he did was wrong and there was simply no way to repair that but he would try, try and try again as hard as he could in the hope that one day he could patch things up with her.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:01:29 GMT -5
Danny Mainer vs. Adrian BairdDanny MainerMATCH BEGINNING Danny Mainer quickly took charge of the match with some swift kicks shot into Baird’s thighs and shins weakening his ground game as The Seething Scot seems defenceless against the superior striking skills of The King of Vegas. Mainer keeps up a flurry of fast and furious strikes backing Baird into a corner who’s powerless against the brutal attack. Mainer turns to run away from Baird, he then snaps round and attempts a dropkick but misses sliding crotch-first into the ring post. Baird quickly starts to stamp layers of paste out of Mainer who’s stranded under the ropes and the crowd boo loudly. Baird quickly drags Mainer and hits a Snap DDT to prove his point and gets a quick count of 2. Baird then to chagrin of the audience slaps on a Sleeper Hold as tribute to the Original Scottish wrestler Roddy Piiper. Mainer flails and a 2 arm drop registers but he fights back on the third and counters by attempting a rope rebound attack but gets STO’d for his troubles. MATCH MIDDLE Baird quickly capitalizes on the downed Mainer by slapping on a Rear Chinlock. Mainer kicked and flailed and eventually fought his way out but when whipping Baird off him the angry Scott catches him with a big clothesline followed by a leg drop and then followed again by a series of mounting punches as The Angriest Man in Scotland goest to town on the face of the world champion. Eventually Mainer rolls onto his front and shields his face from the battering before slipping out from underneath Baird and swift kicking him in the back of the head. ADRIAN BAIRD: “YOU HIT LIKE A FUCKIN’ CATHOLIC!” The words echo through Mainer’s head as Baird quickly turns and nails a Malky right to the face dropping the world champion to the mat again leaving the fans impressed by the strong showing of the Merchant City Mastodon. MATCH END Mainer once again takes control by hitting the Transatlantic Piledriver (Schwein) on the larger Baird but it isn’t enough as he slowly roll to his feet. Mainer attempts some kind of back suplex but Baird roll to his feet and hooks up a front face lock before hitting a BuckieBuster putting Mainer down for the 2-count. Mainer up on his toes once again seems unable to mount up an offence while Baird is on a roll laying in the Common Battery with some rapid fire machine gun chops backing him up to the ropes. Mainer howl with pain as Baird grabs his head and draws it in close to his chest. Baird walks backwards into a corner and knees Mainer in the stomach sending him stumbling into the corner so he can attempt The Old Firm Fallout but Mainer ducks and as Baird instinctively turns around he’s caught with The Straight Flush. A three-count later and it’s all said and done. Winner: Danny Mainer Victory! Danny Mainer’s streak continues as he rolls off of Baird as he’s passed his title by the official. As he goes towards the ring rope to posture and preen for his fans, he’s interrupted by the voice of Samuel Hawthorne on the titantron, standing in the back looking down.Hawthorne: Congratulations Danny on the victory, first at Fallen Heroes and now tonight.The mocking tone of Hawthorne is present as the fans begin to jeer slightly. Mainer looks up at Hawthorne before continuing on.Hawthorne: However, I figured I’d take some time out of my busy schedule to announce our main event next week, and it does concern you. You see, I know everyone wants to see you and Chris, they can’t wait for Omega Effect so I’m going to scratch their itch slightly. Next week, you and Chris are going to step into the ring against each other in a tag team match with partners of your choosing.The crowd roars in anticipation as Hawthorne cuts off, there’s a smile from Danny Mainer as he climbs the turnbuckle and can finally pose for his fans as we cut to commercial.(Credit: CP)
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:01:52 GMT -5
Tonights Warfare is brought to you by...teapartyshirts.com
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:02:51 GMT -5
Ya Just a Fake Ass Bitch! Laron Xavier “Why da fuck am I here?” As I looked at my surroundings I couldn’t fathom why I had been called in to the show. I wasn’t scheduled to wrestle, and so I was just left sitting around in the communal locker room after I‘d finished pacing the halls. To my right was Gary, having introduced himself earlier. I didn’t know who the fuck he was, didn’t really care, just another competitor. Across the room, talking on his cell phone was Ryan Cole, supervised by his man whore Dominic Campbell. “Dat fuck head couldn’t hold a candle to ya boi.” Campbell shot me a look, almost as if he could hear my thoughts. “We can go right now big boi, just say da word.” He kept his glare trained on me as I returned it, not willing to back down before he turned back to Cole, fawning over him. “Fuck dis shit.” Getting up out my chair, I grabbed my bag from behind me and headed towards the door. I didn’t know where I was going to head but surely there had to be somewhere in Oklahoma where a nigga wasn’t bored out of his mind. Stepping through the door, I headed down the hallway towards the parking lot, walking past a number of backstage crew, silently rating every women. “Eight, Seven, Four, Zero.” As I turned the corner, spying my rental I instead was stopped by a stunning blond with a camera wielding man a few steps behind her. I drew the measure of her, 36 C in my expert opinion before going down, hour glass figure, check. Blue eyes, check. “Now just let me see some o’ dat ass.” “Laron Xavier I presume?” I looked up as she spoke too me, her voice like that of an angel. “Da one and on’y.” I flashed her a smile as if to punctuate my words. “Charlotte King, ACW Interviewer. I was wondering if I could get a few words with you about Fallen Heroes.” “Like hell you can,” I thought, “Anythin’ to keep dat ass ‘round here.” “Sure, I ain’t got nothin’ betta to do.” “Perfect.” She flashed me that smile again and my heart nearly melted. I’m non discriminatory when it comes to women, white, asian, black it didn’t matter. Just as long as they didn’t have anything hanging down below I was fine. She turned and looked at the cameraman giving him the signal. “I wonda if he’s eva gotten any o’ dat ass” I thought to myself as he flipped it on. Charlotte came up beside me, as I finally got a look of her plump ass. Not to big like Ray J’s slut Kardashian but not a usual white girl ass that’s virtually non existant. We stared down the camera as she nodded again at the cameraman and we were live. “Ladies and Gentleman, it is my pleasure at this time to introduce to you, the newest member of the ACW roster, Laron Xavier.” I smiled at the camera, flashing the pearly whites. “Colgate should pay me for dis shit” I thought to myself. It wasn’t necessarily the smartest thing to do as for the first time I almost made an ass of myself on national television as I only caught the last bit of her question. “…making an impact.” “What da fuck is she talkin’ ’bout.” I was hooped, I couldn’t ask her to repeat the question but didn’t want to come across another dumb nigger who couldn’t talk. “Makin’ an impact is huge Charlotte. We all come here from different backgrounds and we out to prove who’s da best. I don’ wanna be just anotha’ dumb nigga comin’ outta da hood, gettin’ da chedder and nothin’ else. Dis is all about provin’ dat Laron Xavier ain’t nobody to be fucked with and I don’t care who I gotta go through t’ prove.” I figured I handled that fairly well as she nodded slightly. “Keep ya shit togetha’ boi, ya doin’ fine.”“You’ve yet to step into the ring so far, presenting an unknown for both the boys in the locker room but also the fans. Up and too this point you’ve ‘talked the talk’ but when are you going to get a chance to ‘walk the walk’.” “Loaded question.” I thought. “Can’t go ‘round makin’ enemies with some cocky shit answer.” I took a moment to reassure myself as Charlotte looked at me, probably thinking to herself something about rookie jitters in front of the camera. “Wheneva I get da chance to wrestle, I’ll be in da ring Charlotte. I ain’t gon’ be like some o’ dem otha nigga’s who just go down and take what’s theirs. I ain’t dat way.” Again she nodded, another good sign. I could tell our time was running short as the cameraman gestured at his watch off camera, signaling we had time for one more question. This was her chance to make me or break me. “Make me look good bitch.”“After Fallen Heroes when you stood up to Chris Phenomenal, you talked about him being a traitor to his roots. Is it fair to say you’re less than a fan of him turning his back on where he came from?” “Success” I thought. She gave me a chance to tee off on one of the big guys in ACW, the former champ and one half of the Omega Effect main event. As far as I’m concerned, she couldn’t have done any better. “Ya, I ain’t a fan of da shit he’s pulled. Da hood is what ya are boi, it’s what made ya. When ya broke into dis business it was ‘cause ya had dat look to ya, dey needed someone who could bring in dat youth audience. Ya had it boi, the world in da palm o’ ya hand, to make all ya nigga’s back home look good but naw, ya traded it in for a silver spoon wit’ Phillips.” I stopped for a moment but I wasn’t finished. “Any time ya wan’ go dog, we can go and I’ll show ya ass what it really means to be a nigga, to grow up in da projects. Imma say to ya Chris, want err body wanted t’ say but ain’t had da nuts t’.
Ya just a fake ass bitch! With that I ended as Charlotte looked at me. I didn’t stare down the camera, didn’t try and further my message anymore. I was going to let me words do my talking for now, but soon I was going to get into that ring and show why I was the future of ACW. “Laron, I’d like to thank you for your time.” With that, the red light went off. I didn’t know whether we’d cut to commercial or ringside, just that I was no longer on the air. Charlotte turned and looked at me with a smile as I returned it. “Laron, you’ve got something about you. That ‘it’ factor. I can’t necessarily place it at the moment but I think you’ll go far here in ACW. You just got to make it your own. Build your way up the ranks, don’t get too big for yourself too soon. Start with TJ before going after Chris and Danny Mainer.” “TJ,” I thought. “Dat belt has made some of da greatest ACW champions befo’.” I gave Charlotte a nod, “Thanks! Chris and I is personal but dat sounds like a good idea. TJ.”Charlotte nodded at me, giving me a smile before walking away. I watched her sweet ass jiggle before I turned back towards the arena. There was now something to do here this evening. Make myself known to the champ.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:08:17 GMT -5
Save for Freeman
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:08:16 GMT -5
Save for Trace
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:09:36 GMT -5
Segment: My Crucible Credit: Theodore Wellington We go to the back to a rare sight, not often seen in ACW. Theodore Wellington sits in his locker room READING. He looks very interested as he flips through several pages intently. Finally a grin came upon his face and he looked up. As he returns to reading, Hawthorne walks by his locker room. He see’s Wellington reading and intriguingly walks into the locker room.Hawthorne: I’m afraid to ask…but what are you doing? Theodore jumps up quickly just now realizing Hawthorne’s presence. He rolls his eyes and sits back down.Theodore Wellington: I think I should ask you the same question. What are you doing just walking in here, no knock, no nothing? Hawthorne: Yeah, it’s kind of annoying isn’t it? Theodore Wellington: How many times do I have to tell you...the rules don’t apply to me. I am better than you. Hawthorne: Yeah, yeah…before you go on this rant again do you mind answering my question? Theodore smiles and holds up the book he is reading. Across the cover the title is displayed in big bold letters, The Crucible. Hawthorne now rolls his eyes and goes to leave, but Theodore stands up and grabs his arm.Theodore Wellington: Aren’t you interested in why I am reading the Crucible? Hawthorne: Well I’d imagine it’s because of the Omega Effect match but… Theodore Wellington: That’s right. Although I fell short of my goal last week, I plan on going to Omega Effect and winning the Crucible, thus giving me the chance to win the World Title whenever I want. Hawthorne: Yeah but I don’t think you understand that… Theodore Wellington: So, in preparation for the match, I decided to read up on the Crucible. Look at each character and see who I feel like I am most like. See who I would play in the 2010 remake of the Crucible. And I came down to a final three. The three it came down to were John Proctor, Reverend Hale, or Deputy Govenrnor Danforth. Hawthorne: That is great news Teddy, have fun with that but really… Theodore Wellington: At first, I though Proctor because of course, he was the main character of the play. He was a man who had the life. He had a wife, a job, AND a girl on the side! He stood up against everyone and made himself hated for not giving in. However, he found himself hung because he refused to sign his name. I mean…come on! It’s just your name! Not only would I have done it, I wouldn’t even be in that situation because I would have paid off the whole town by then. Hawthorne: Yes, the true hero inside you is REALLY showing now. Can I finish a senent…. Theodore Wellington: So then I thought, Reverend Hale. He was a well respected man and considered an expert. When the place was in shambles, they all came running to him to help fix the problem. Much like how ACW was in shambles and everyone came running to me to save the place. Perfect fit, right? Well it would be, except at the end his wife was accused and this caused him to go against his own believes and expertise. I am a man who will stick by what I say, no matter what anyone thinks. Hawthorne: Yes, you think your right no matter what. Are you almost done… Theodore Wellington: AND that, my poor friend, is what lead me to Deputy Governor Danforth. Mister Danforth is a pretentious and selfish judge, who is extremely loyal to the rules and regulations of his position. He rules with a heavy fist and no matter what the people think, or even he thinks himself, he refuses to change his opinion. Even when he starts to believe that what they were doing was wrong, he did not change his mind. He even offered to buy Proctor out, and when he didn’t accept, he was executed. That my friend is me. I do what I want, regardless of who thinks I’m wrong. I even give people a way out, a way to make money and get out of my way. If you accept, salvation, if you don’t, execution. Hawthorne: That is all well and good but can I finish what I was trying to tell you this whole time? Theodore Wellington: Sorry I didn’t know you were talking. What is it you wanted to tell me? Hawthorne: You can read all you want, you can relate to which ever character you want, hell you can even give everyone else a character for all I care. However, the part you’re missing is, I haven’t let you in yet. Theodore Wellington: You haven’t what? Hawthorne: You don’t get to just say you’re in that’s it! Everyone wants a piece of the match and everyone just got say they were in; we’d have a whole roster in one match. I get to say who is in and no matter who you think you are, you have to earn your spot. Theodore Wellington: And how do I do that? Hawthorne: When I think of something, I’ll let you know. Until then, keep reading you might learn something. With that, Hawthorne turns laughing and walks out of the locker room. Theodore takes the book and throws it against the walls. He shakes his head while breathing heavily, obviously frustrated, as the scene fades.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:10:27 GMT -5
Group Therapy [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] 3-10-2010: Knox County, Maine Man: My name is Jim, and I am an alcoholic. Woman: My name is Sue, and I am and alcoholic. Vortex: My name is Dimitrius, and I am and alcoholic. Vortex had not drunk an alcoholic beverage in six months. AA Counselor: Very good! Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery. There were maybe ten people in the room, including Vortex. All of these people had a problem; Jim for instance was 200 pounds overweight and came to the meeting because high blood pressure related to his alcohol consumption could prove fatal. Sue’s story was even more interesting, as it happens, Sue has a problem with not only drinking, but cutting herself with the broken bottle afterwards. Needless to say, AA was not her only group therapy session.AA Counselor: So, how does that make you feel? Jim: It’s like a weight off my shoulders! Jim laughs heavily and then wheezes. Sue says nothing, instead she chooses to sit in the corner and look at her scarred arms. AA Counselor: Dimitrius, how about you? Vortex: I feel…happy. Vortex was not happy. Since losing the World Title match, Vortex had lost all-purpose in life. The match was the mere breaking point; Vortex could confidently say his trials with a certain Mr. Gray drove him to this. AA was not his only group therapy, he was also in car accident therapy, shell shock therapy, and neglect therapy. Vortex had none of these problems; however, the group atmosphere gave him a family.AA Counselor: You have all been doing very well in your recovery. I know last week we set a goal to go three days without drinking, however this week we are raising the bar. I want you all to try your hardest to go five days without drinking! Jim wheezes heavily and Sue groans audibly. Vortex does his best to play along and gets a worried look on his face.Vortex: Five days? I’m not sure I can do this…I NEED the drinks to get rid of the stress. AA Counselor: I will be with you every step of the way! It may seem like a steep hill now, however once you are over it you will feel brand new. In some twisted way, Vortex felt warm on the inside. Most of the class took the news well, except for Sue. Sue was rail thin, maybe a hundred pounds at most. She was also sickly pale, with short-cropped red hair and freckles everywhere. Sue’s freckled face began to contort, and she started to rub her arms with greater vigor. The counselor noticed this right away, and motioned to adjourn the meeting for the night. AA Counselor: Alright, everyone. I think you have all done such a great job I am going to let you out ear— With a primal scream, Sue picked up the nearest object—a ball point pen—and lunged across the room at the counselor. The counselor was a man, however he was also quite thin. This man was most definitely not a fighter, and no one else in the room was about to stop a crazed woman with scars for arms.
Just another day.
Vortex reacts with speed and body checks the woman in mid flight. Sue hits the ground, however she is nowhere near done with her tantrum. The counselor breathes a sigh of relief as Sue changes targets, grunts, and screams once more while charging Vortex.Vortex: Come on, bitch. AA Counselor: That is enough! We cannot have this type of behavior! Stop you two! There was no stopping this one. Part of the reason Vortex was here was for the group atmosphere, the other part was…he liked to fight. There was bound to be one crazy person in the room, and Vortex was both satisfying his own crazy desires and possibly saving lives by taking out people more psychotic then himself.
Sue crosses the gap between herself and Vortex with haste, and throws the pen while doing so. Vortex catches the projectile, smiles, and tosses it away from himself. Like a wild animal, Sue latches on to Vortex, throwing fists, feet, and teeth. The rest of the room sits in shocked silence, and the counselor pulls out a phone to call for help. Vortex: All right Olive Oil, it’s time to say goodnight. Vortex grabs Sue by the arm and flings her into a wall. Sue’s skull cracks off the plaster as she slumps to the ground unconscious. There is a round of applause in the room and the counselor chatters nervously on the phone describing the events that had just transpired.
The rest of the room got up and began congratulating him, making Vortex quite happy. Even though Vortex was not an alcoholic per say, he needed the group therapy more than anyone could have known.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:11:01 GMT -5
Segment: Green and Gold, it's like the Edmonton Eskimos Credit: Theodore Wellington and Danny Mainer
We are in the back in the hall where Theodore Wellington is walking towards the exit, getting ready to undoubtedly piss off many people as he leaves. As he walks he is counting money and not paying attention to where he is going. Suddenly he walks into someone almost falling down when as they hit. He looks up to see what happened but before he can see who it is, his eyes line up with the World Title and he stares straight into it.
He keeps eyes locked on the belt and see's his reflection as it seemingly calls to him. Every dream and desire he has ever had is now right in front of him. As he continues to be lost in it, Danny Mainer finally taps him on the shoulder.
Danny Mainer: ”Did your mother never tell you it was rude to stare?”
Theodore slowly pulls his eyes off the title and now looks up and makes eye contact with the champ. He smirks and pats the belt around his should as Danny Mainer stares at him curiously.
Theodore Wellington: Daniel Mainer, The King of the Streets, the new World Heavy Weight Champion. I would like to take this time to Congratulate you on keeping the title warm for me.
Danny Mainer: ”I beg your pardon?”
Theodore Wellington: Well, the way I see it, your just keeping the belt warm for me. Because once I get my title shot, I am taking that belt from whoever has it.
Danny Mainer: ”You’re an interesting character, I’ll give you that. You’re brash, smug, completely full of yourself and full of the right kind of ideas towards progression. Reminds me of a young Danny Mainer actually but although I didn’t choose my own salary I did have a little more class. Oh and of course even when I was younger, I was a much more talented wrestler than you ever will be.”
Theodore Wellington: My you're confident! You're just very, very, VERY lucky I got screwed out of winning Fallen Heroes, because if I hadn't...you'd be counting down the days till I take that belt from you and put on my shoulders. At least now you bought some time.
Danny Mainer: ”Well, I lived on the streets for a straight month and have been paid a ridiculously low salary for most of my wrestling career. The weight of all the silver dollars in the world couldn't keep you pinning my shoulders to the mat.”
Theodore Wellington: You want me to feel bad for you? Or are you just looking for pity and cheers from the fans. You know, that's your problem Mainer, that's why it took you so long to get where you are now. It's the fans! You want to please them, you want them to love you, you NEED them to want you. And in return? They hold you back and keep you from doing whatever is necessary to get what you want. And when we finally meet in the ring, and I get my shot at that belt, the fans will be your downfall..and they will my greatest ally to winning the World Championship.
Danny Mainer: ”No. Just no Theo. You’ve disregarded the primary concept of professional wrestling, first and foremost this company is a business. Without the fans it’s simply a glorified flexing contest in some rat-pack gym. See you’re as green as the dollars that stuff your wallet with pure, unrequited envy. I don’t have to tell the fans that they’re amazing just to get them to cheer for me. I simply go out there and put on a show. I take risks, I dive off the top ropes and I kick your face so hard that your skull flies out through the back of your head and without one word said the people out there chant my name over and over. Actions speak louder than words and having the fans on my side as a result of my abilities is simply a by-product of the things I do best. You haven’t proved anything to anyone yet, you lost at Fallen Heroes, you get routinely kicked in the face and you haven’t done anything to imply you deserve a title shot. If you want to be on my level then you’d best start putting the hours in, though I don’t see that happening given that you haven’t worked a day in your life. If you can’t prove you’ve got the mettle to handle me, why should I waste my time kid?”
Theodore Wellington: You know what Mainer, you're correct. You want me to prove it and that is EXACTLY what I plan to do. My dreams will be realized, whether its the day after Omega Effect or a couple weeks down the road, you will have to take notice.
Danny Mainer: ”Keep up your aspirations Theo, maybe one day you can buy your way to the top but one thing is for certain. Even if I had loan sharks hounding me to the grave there is absolutely no way you’ll be able to buy this title out of my hands. If you can start bringing your A-game then maybe we’ll see in the future but for now? You’re nothing and I have my doubts as to whether you ever will be anything more than the spoilt brat who pulled off a Suplex and thought he was Kudo Yasuda. Mind you, I doubt you’re capable of even that. In any case, I have bigger, less obnoxious fish to fry so I’ll catch you on the bounce Theo.”
With that Mainer lets Theodore get one more look at the title and heads off down the corridor. Theodore takes a deep breath and continues down the hall way heeding Mainers words and getting ready to make people take notice.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:11:35 GMT -5
It’s Hard T' Yell When Da Barrel’s in Ya Mouth [/u] -TJ *We open the scene backstage of Warfare as we see TJ rolling his neck, warming up for his non title match against XS3. He is in his red ring gear and begins to stretch out his calves.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ XS3, the guy thinks he can spear me during the Fallen Heroes match and get away with it, doesn’t he? I’ll how him how you really spear someone, then I’m going to show him the bottom of my boot. : What da fuck is a nigga doin’ talkin’ to ‘imself. *TJ slowly gets up from stretching out his calves as an African American male walks up to him, he is wearing a black t-shirt and baggy dark jeans. He has an Oakland Raider’s hat cocked to the side. He stands there, arms folded with his head to the side with a look that says, “This guy is fucking crazy”.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, I am, pre match ritual, ya know? : Nah, I don’. Where I’m from, if you talk to yo’ self, you get popped. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Haha. Reminds me of Philly, so what can I do for you? Picture? Autograph? Both? : How ‘bout da title? *TJ scoffs at the cocky new comer.*The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And who are you? : Names Laron Xavier, future ACW champion. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh, names… Laron: Relax, I know who ya are. You be da Entertainment Champion. You claim t] be “Da Soul of Philly” don’ ya,
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I don’t claim anything. I am “The Soul of Philly”.
Laron: Philly! Ain’t nothing’ mo’ den a bunch of east coast fuckheads.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh really?
Laron: Yea I went there, y’all fake, little pansies.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Haha, you know, you remind me a lot of this guy I know.
Laron: Oh ya? Who da fuck is he?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Phenomenal
Laron: Dat Nigga. Dat’s bullshit, I ain’t nothin’ like dat Nigga.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Haha, yea, that bitch. I take it you met him?
Laron: Fuck ya motha’ fucka’. Nigga tried to start shit he wouldn’t finish.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, well, you’re doing quite the same, Laron.
Laron: O’, really?
*Laron steps up to TJ, the foot difference very visible between the two. Laron looks up as TJ smiles.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea. See, I happen to be the guy that gets the job of teaching the rookies how to act. I show you were you stand.
Laron: Fo’ real? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, you look like dat guy who gets da job of being m’ bitch!
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Look, as much fun it would be to shut you up right now-
*And like that, TJ’s mouth was full with the barrel of a .9mm. TJ eyes were still, not looking at the gun, but the man who was holding it. A smile crept from the corner of Laron’s mouth.*
Laron: No one takes a nigga serious until he pulls out a gun. Now, say something stupid again and I pull da trigga nigga.
*Laron takes the gun out, wipes the spit off of it, turns the safety on, and puts it back in the holster it came out of.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Next time you put a gun in my mouth, expect my fist to be knocking your teeth out before you even think about pulling the trigger. Now, get the fuck out my way, I have match to get to before there is another Plaxico accident, only this time it’s not in a club, but back here.
*Laron merely smiles at TJ before pulling the gun out and revealing it to instead be a plastic job. He merely flicks it to TJ before walking away as the scene fades.* [/center] (Additional Credit: Laron)
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:13:10 GMT -5
We're nearly set for our main event, all that can be heard is the sound of the murmuring crowd through out the arena. It grows silent..
The silence breaks with the sound of the tribal drums mixed with the 808s, that familiar theme sends the crowd into a frenzy.It's amazing.. I'm the reason.. Everybody fired up this evening I'm exhausted, barely breathing.. Holding on to what I believe in.. As the song transitions into the hook, there's still no sign of BK London even though he was promised. The lungs of the children begin to give out, until the maestro himself steps through the curtains and the magnitude of the pop increases ten fold.
BK London walks down the ramp in the Ford Center, and he takes a moment to absorb this moment - and it even brings a brief smile to his almost forgotten face. He continues to tread down to the ring, attired in nothing put a white shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers.
He steps into the ring and hits his signature BK London pose, something we haven't seen in quite a while within that ACW ring. London acknowledges Phillip, McNally, & Edison all ringside - and he is given the mic. The music dies down, the lights return to normal, and now he stands with a mighty reaction from the crowd.BK London: It's been a while ACW, how have you guys been? Another roar of support from the Oklahoma fans, we cut to the crowd where several BK London signs are prevalent.BK London: That's good - that's good. It's been a couple months since I stepped in this ring, and my last moments weren't particularly my finest - and I really contemplated if I was going to ever step into this ACW ring at all again. It's no secret that Hawthorne and I haven't been on the same wavelength for the past couple of months, especially because of the whole "benching" of BK London. But recently, ACW reached out to me - once again, they reached out to me and I didn't reach out to them, and I contemplated not picking up the phone. I expected another call for a big match to pull in ratings, or a stint as Co-Chairman and as far as I am concerned - I'm over that. I've got my family, I've got the other ventures I'm planning on embarking on - I love ACW, but that chapter of my life is over with. But something, something compelled me to pick up that phone and on the other line....it was from Senior Board Member Charles Anderson. I immediately told him I wasn't down to re-dedicate my life back to ACW, and he said that's fine - but they'd like fo rme to come here on Monday to make a blockbuster announcement. And that announcement is.. Dramatic pause.BK London: That yours truly, is the first person nominated into the ACW Hall of Fame Class 2010 Quite the applause from the fans, as BK London nods in approval with them.BK London: Yes, you heard it here first - BK London will be inducted into the ACW Hall of Fame on the night before Omega Effect VI. At first I didn't know what to feel about it, I felt like part of me shouldn't accept it because part of me...well, part of me still hates some of the lingering evils in ACW. But another part of me decided that I shouldn't decline a major offer like this because of a few bad apples that spoiled the bunch. I gave mostly my entire career to ACW, and it has helped feed my children, pay my bills, and keep me alive - even though there are times where I could've very well been killed. ACW's been good to me, and I am honored to accept this induction into the ACW Hall of Fame. Thank you, and I'll see you there ACW. "Amazing" by Kanye West pumps through the Ford Center and the fans continue to go nuts, supporting the confirmed future Hall of Famer BK London. However, "Hawthorne's Theme" brings quite an end to this - and London steps right back into the ring.
Samuel Hawthorne steps through the curtain and onto the stage, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a microphone. He doesn't seem as impressed as everyone else is.Samuel Hawthorne: I'm not as impressed as everyone else is.. See.Samuel Hawthorne: ..you see BK London, you were one of the first names thrown up on the ballot for being in the ACW Hall of Fame and while it was vote decided 9-1 for it - I was that 1 vote against it. I respect everything you've done for this company prior to me being here, but since I have come into power - you have been nothing but an egomaniacal JERK! Massive heat for the Chairman, what else is new?Samuel Hawthorne: And frankly, I'm not even that impressed with what you did in the ring. You see, a good wrestler has never met a battle they couldn't win - and as far as I am concerned, there is still one person in ACW who has had your number. That's right, there's someone in ACW the great BK London has NEVER beaten - never! London gazes at Hawthorne with a quizzical expression.Samuel Hawthorne: BK London, you may be benched - but until July 2010, you are still under your 1 year contract to ACW. So, at the ACW 7th anniversary show - I have found you a suitable opponent. Please welcome, BK London's kryptonite....CHRIS PHENOMENAL! Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is HOV! Chris Phenomenal strides out onto the stage as BK London looks up at him from the ring. There’s no need for words as the two’s loathing glares signify everything. They couldn’t settle it in a steel cage at Born Again, now they’ll get a chance at the Anniversary show. The scene fades out to BK mocking Chris with a title belt gesture as Chris stares mercilessly down at him.(Credit: BK/CP)
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 10, 2010 22:16:42 GMT -5
Returning from our last commercial, we cut straight to the ring.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, XS3
The opening of "Hail Destroyer" kicks in and the crowd begins to cheer as XS3 appears from the back, decked out in his ring attire and a toque. He looks on at the fans with his ever-familiar smirk before finally deciding to head down the ramp, tagging a few hands of the fans here and there. When he approaches ringside, XS3 takes in a deep breath then exhales, wondering what the ring will hold for him tonight. Finally, XS3 slides into the ring under the bottom rope and heads over to the ropes, mounting on the second rope and raising his left arm in the air. XS3 hops down and tosses off his toque as the lights return to normal and the music fades.
Phillip: And his opponent, the ACW Entertainment Champion, TJ
The beginning to Hide and Seek by Non Point begins to play as the lights go out. Red, white, and gold lights flash as TJ rises up like Kurt Angle in TNA. TJ looks around. He then does a Goldberg like jump as red, white, and gold fireworks go off and the lights come on. At this same time, the lyrics come on. TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm.
The crowd goes wild as the two combatants in this match stand tall, staring each other down across the ring. These are two huge fan favorites, and as a result the crowd is extremely divided. TJ has picked up some momentum at Fallen Heroes when he had quite a good showing in the Fallen Heroes match, and in the same night he regained his Entertainment Championship. XS3 however has been with ACW for years, and the fans have always flocked to him. The two of them have the main event tonight, and this could be a big match for the both of them. TJ is perhaps the biggest man on the current roster in ACW, and so of course any opponent facing him is going to have a hard time, but XS3 has overcome MANY hard situations in the past, and he is no small man himself.
This match is not going to start off slow, as XS3 decides to start this thing off before TJ can get any advantage. XS3 comes forward and begins right with some blows to TJ, not even attempting to lock up, and TJ doesn’t resist this pace at all, as he begins to return with some shots of his own, as the crowd erupts right off the bat for the two men. TJ is fighting hard, but XS3 is fired up, and he hits some shots that back TJ up into the turnbuckle, and the referee advances forward to break the two up. And then as soon as XS3 backs up, now TJ comes forward locking up with XS3 and backing him up into the ropes…TJ irish whips XS3 off of the ropes, and as XS3 returns TJ goes to clothesline him down, but XS3 ducks under, bounces off the ropes and hits a flying forearm. TJ stumbles and is about to fall but he grabs the ropes, and as XS3 stands up TJ charges forward and hits a shoulder block that sends XS3 tumbling through the middle rope. XS3 recovers before he hits the ground outside, and lands on his feet. He looks up at TJ in the ring, and begins to clap slowly and the part of the crowd that supports TJ cheers.
Edison: Just started and already off to an intense start! McNally: These two are explosive wrestlers, and while they may be fighting as if they want to tear the other’s heads off right now, both of them still have respect for the other. Both just know it will take something extra to win this match.
The quick, hard hitting pace continues as XS3 gets back into the ring, as the two continue to trade blows and fast holds. XS3 attempts to irish whip TJ, but TJ pulls him in attempting to spinebuster him! XS3 breaks free from TJ’s grip though, and hits a spinning side kick! This sends TJ staggering, and XS3 who is in the corner, backs up and sits on the top turnbuckle. TJ charges in but XS3 kicks, sending TJ staggering once more, turning him around, as XS3 leaps and hits a Ralph Klein Special, the top rope bulldog driving TJ right into the mat! Now it’s the XS3 half of the crowd’s turn to cheer, as XS3 comes down and goes for the first pin cover of the match for a quick two count on the Entertainment Champion. XS3 then backs into the turnbuckle, and crouches down, motioning for TJ to get up.
Edison: The Shadow Step attempt already? McNally: Well this match doesn’t seem to be slowing down at all.
XS3 runs forward, but TJ isn’t nearly weak enough, and stands up quickly. XS3 pulls up as he sees TJ is about to attack him, but he isn’t able to stop himself soon enough, and ends up being pulled right into a bearhug! TJ begins to squeeze the life out of XS3 before dropping him down into a spinebuster and going for the cover! He pins, and gets a two count…before standing up, and waiting for XS3 to get to his feet. TJ puts both his hands around XS3’s throat, and attempts to lift him up for the Impact Bomb! But XS3 jumps with him, and uses momentum to get around TJ, as TJ loses his grip, and XS3 grabs him from behind in a sleeper hold. The big man backs up, slamming XS3 into the turnbuckle, and then TJ backs up running in for a big body splash, but XS3 moves out of the way, and TJ hits the turnbuckle hard. TJ turns around, and XS3 grabs him hitting a complete shot.
This match continues at its pace, both men hitting nothing but big moves. No rest holds to speak of, and the crowd is 100% into it. It’s going quickly, but is certainly an entertaining match. TJ manages to work himself back into control and as XS3 attempts to fight back, TJ keeps him down with power moves. He hits him with a sidewalk slam, for a two count. He then lifts XS3 up again, attempting to hit him with a german suplex. XS3 begins elbowing his way out of it, and TJ attempts to lift him, but XS3 elbows again, before switching around and throwing his weight back…hitting a german suplex of his own (although he struggles with TJ’s size it still connects). XS3 comes over for a pin, and gets a two count.
McNally: A lot of two counts this match, but I have a feeling these guys have a lot more in them than what we’ve seen.
Indeed they do. The match continues, and it doesn’t take long before a dueling chant starts up, with half of the crowd in favor of TJ, and half of the crowd in favor of XS3. It is a completely even match, and both of these men are definitely looking good. The real turning point of the match though is when TJ attempts the 215 Drop, and XS3 flips out of it, landing behind TJ back to back. XS3 grabs TJ attempting to hit a neckbreaker. TJ resists it however, and turns around, grabbing XS3 spinning him around, and putting both hands around his neck, this time hitting the Impact Bomb! He pins for a two count.
TJ is starting to feel confident that he is going to win and show why he is the Entertainment Champion, and he puts one arm in the air signaling for the Soulbuster! XS3 gets up slowly, and TJ puts his hand around his throat, suddenly XS3 bats his hand out of the way. TJ hits a stiff right hand, sending XS3 backwards, but XS3 bounces off the ropes and rebounds with a Shadow Step! He didn’t get much of a running start but the move connects and the crowd erupts! TJ however, falls, and rolls sideways out onto the floor! XS3 looks down in a bit of frustration…he has not much energy right now, and he has to get TJ back in the ring to win. The referee begins the count of ten, and as he gets up to five, XS3 rolls out of the ring, and attempts to get TJ back up and into the ring…the referee gets to eight, and so XS3 resets the count. Finally XS3 begins to get TJ up and roll him into the ring. XS3 rolls into the ring and pins… 1 . . . 2 . . . KICK OUT!
Edison: He kicked out! McNally: Under ordinary circumstances, that probably would have ended the match however, in this case TJ luckily fell out of the ring and bought himself some time to recover. Edison: Well it’s definitely an unlucky break for XS3.
XS3 gets on to the turnbuckle. He rallies the crowd to his side, and as Tj stirs and gets up, he jumps…but TJ snaps to life, reaching up and catching XS3 by the throat with one hand, before hitting him with the Soulbuster! The crowd erupts once more, just as they did when XS3 hit his own move…and TJ drops down practically falling into the pin. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Phillip: Here is your winner, TJ!
The crowd cheers, not just for TJ but for XS3 as well, and for the great hard-hitting match they both witnessed. Both men raised their stock in ACW a bit tonight, and for the men up top watching, such as the world champion Danny Mainer, there was a lot to notice in this match. Both of these men may win the world championship in the future, XS3 in fact has come close before. And as XS3 makes it to his feet, he walks over and shakes TJ’s hand, congratulating him on a match well wrestled.
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