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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 21:39:19 GMT -5
Hardcore MatchBuddy Ghee vs. Irie the Intimidator After his loss last week in a hotly contested match to The Scorpion, Buddy Ghee looks to get back on track against Irie the Intimidator. He specifically requested it to be a hardcore match and after careful consideration, Chairman Samuel Hawthorne agreed. Will the Master of Funk get back on track, or will Irie pull out the shock victory.Theodore Wellington InvitationalIt returns. Over the past couple of months we have seen Theodore Wellington take on anyone, with 1 Million Dollars as the stakes in the match. Who will step up from the back this week to claim the chance at the big money, and will the billionaire be able to set them back.One Fall to a FinishJason Freeman vs. XS3 Jason Freeman returns to the Warfare ring against the loser of last weeks main event in XS3. Both men will be looking to gain all the momentum they can heading into Omega Effect and with that in mind, will look to put on a show. Will Jason Freeman start a rise to the top after coming so close at Fallen Heroes? Or will XS3 rebound after his loss and take down the cock sure Freeman.The Second and Third Inductees Are Announced.We will be unveiling two more members of the inaugural class of the ACW Hall of Fame. With BK London already announced, who will be joining him in the hallowed halls?Main Event
Tag Team MatchDanny Mainer and vs. Chris Phenomenal and After defeating Adrian Baird, Danny Mainer was greeted by Chairman Hawthorne with the announcement of a tag team match against Chris Phenomenal. Adding to the tensions, both men will get to pick their partners. This match could get interesting depending on who is involved, but both men will be certain to strike the first blow heading into Omega Effect.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 21:41:01 GMT -5
Fight to Oppose. Chris Phenomenal and Senator.
A partisan shift is occurring in world politics. Two years ago the people of the United States of America sought a leftward shift to a more liberal leader in Barrack Obama. Earlier this month, the people of Britain sought the opposite, moving more to the right in electing a minority leader in David Cameron. In ACW, much the same has gone, the old guard has steadily shifted away as new leaders have emerged with different philosophies. Amongst those changes is the abolition of sorts of the Senatorial Stable, with Steve Phillips focusing once again more on his political career than the ring and the amicable parting of ways between Chris Phenomenal and Senator.
Now, as Chris Phenomenal slowly watches the clock tick down, less than two hours to find a partner to go with him against Danny Mainer’s team and his yet to be announced partner, Chris is left to turn to the one man he can trust above all. His mentor, his guide and in many ways his adopted father, Senator Phillips. Despite his absence from the ring, the training at America’s Top Team has kept him in fit shape as he stands in his office, the room set up for him personally no matter where ACW goes to keep track of his doings. Vacant more often than not, his appearance on the screen to open tonight’s show draws a smattering of jeers. He looks up at the door as a knock is heard and before he can request privacy, it swings open revealing the large frame of Chris Phenomenal.
Senator: Ah, Mister Phenomenal. It truly has been a while.
Chris Phenomenal: To long.
As is customary for Chris he steps right up to the desk of Phillips, pulls out a chair and plops himself down in it. Phillips takes a second to survey Phenomenal before beginning in.
Senator: I must say, I was a tad disappointed when you lost to Danny Mainer.
Chris Phenomenal: I’m not here because of that. I know what you did and why you did it Senator, it’s always been your way. You make sure I retain, you come into Fallen Heroes and aid me in my efforts to win, allowing me to choose my opponent for Omega Effect. You then ask me for the chance, saying it’ll be a great match, teacher vs. protégé on the grandest stage of them all. I’d have done the same thing Sen.
Senator smiles at his former student.
Senator: Of course you would have, whatever means necessary to reach and stay on the top. Almost Machiavellian in nature. Of course, you are not here to talk about that and with time being precious, especially with the current state of affairs, let us just skip to the middle. You want my help against Mainer this evening.
Chris Phenomenal: Who better? You’ve obviously got something against the ruffian and for good reason. You could have just as easily clobbered me upside the head, give Mainer the win and say he was indebted to you as you snuck into yet another Omega Effect main event but you didn’t. You aided me. We both know this separation of power isn’t working, that in order to rule this company we need to do it together and we need the world title.
Senator: That is where you are wrong however Chris, whilst I have been away I have been involved in a number of things that will help expedite the processes we laid out. While I admire your persistence in trying to get back into the Stable and I admit the thought has crossed my mind, at the moment this will not work.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on Senator, you know by now I won’t try and make some ill fated power grab.
Senator: I know Chris, I trust you above likely everyone else in this company and that is why we can not. You likely can not fathom how or why, but by bringing you back into the stable I woud be endangering your career with this company and wrestling in general.
Chris Phenomenal: Right.
Chris stares at Phillips, trying to run everything through his head but as Phillips predicted he can’t come up with anything.
Senator: As for teaming this week. While I could step into the ring with you, the time is not right to do so.
Chris Phenomenal: What’s that supposed to mean?
Senator: Surely I could step into the ring and put up a fight however the time is not right to make my return to the ring in a pure wrestling match. I watched my performance at Fallen Heroes and while I feel and look fine, there’s still something I need to work on.
Chris Phenomenal: So in other words, you’re out?
Senator: Sadly, yes.
Chris doesn’t take the news well as one of the only names on his list is struck through mentally. Senator gives him a sympathetic glance but Chris doesn’t catch it as he’s already up out of his chair and heading towards the door as the scene fades.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 21:45:26 GMT -5
With that said, we come into the ring area to the usual explosions of pyro's and the wide pan of the crowd. Kansas City is still an ACW town as the sold out Sprint Center plays host to this evening's events. After the pan we come to the ring and in turn McNally and Edison who run down the card and let us know that Omega Effect is only five weeks away. We then cut to the back.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 21:46:55 GMT -5
Segment: We Got To Find a Way Credit: Theodore Wellington and Vortex Vortex, the man who made his return to ACW last week, is seen walking down the corridor in the back. Some people greet him and welcome him back; some people just glare as he walks by. He continues down the hallway not really sure where he wants to go and what kind of trouble he is going to cause tonight when he sees a man sitting on a chair in the hall. He pauses to see who it is and it’s not a man he recognizes.
He goes over and sits down next to the guy without him noticing. Once he gets closer, he can see the money symbols on the guys wrestling gear and he now assumes this the Theodore Wellington that Hawthorne told him to avoid. He looks interesting however, so Vortex puts out his hand.Theodore jumps a little just realizing that there is someone the now. He looks over the man who looks a little strange but there is doubt he competes here, even if Theodore hasn’t seen him before. He looks at the man’s hand but does not grab it, instead he returns to eye contact.Theodore Wellington: What the hell are you doing? Vortex: What does it look like I’m doing?Theodore Wellington: Standing there like an idiot. Freaking inbreeds running around here… Vortex simply stares at Theodore. He barely knows the man; and a violent response at this point would only draw undue attention. Instead though he tries to talk to him again.Vortex: I see you may not have been here long enough; however, you are looking at the four-month entertainment champion and recent number one contender for the World Title. Vortex waits for a response from Wellington but he seems to be dazing off into the distance. He waits several seconds before waiving his hand in front of Theodore’s face.Theodore Wellington: What? Oh..yeah….interesting…you’re very interesting guy there buddy. I’m Theodore Wellington, the future of ACW and the richest man in the business. I am genetically and mentally superior to everyone I meet and I have the money and power to do what I want…when I want. Now I just need to find a way into the Crucible to solidify all my goals. Vortex: Find a way into the Crucible? Theodore Wellington: Oh My God…are you still here?!? It’s a match at Omega Effect where the winner gets a title shot…. Vortex begins giggling, causing Theodore to look at him with disgust. Vortex: Whenever he wants….I know. Theodore Wellington: How did you know? Vortex: Last year when it took place I would have entered, however I was already double booked for the PPV. I recently received a phone call from Samuel Hawthorne inviting me to compete in it this year. Other than examining fallen and lost souls, I had nothing else on the calendar…so here I am! Theodore Wellington: They invited you to come back and compete for a spot in? Vortex: Compete? Well if you call the door an opponent…I just walked right through it. Theodore Wellington looks at him confused and then stares off to space, he slowly gets up and grabs at his hair. As a crew member walks by pushing a food cart, Theodore big boot’s the cart right over sending the food everywhere. The man goes to say something but Theodore pretends to hit him and the man just runs away. Theodore starts storming down the hall towards Hawthorne’s office screaming something about “bullshit” and “Money Talking”.
Vortex looks on as he picks up a piece of food that fell off the cart. He starts too much on it as he looks at everything that just went down. He shakes his head while eating a piece of cheese off the fallen cart.Vortex: Money may talk…however, it means little if no one is there to hear it. With that odd statement, Vortex continues walking down the hallway. To the naked eye, that exchange of words between the two men may have meant little. To Vortex however, it means ever so much, he not only has an idea of his opponent, but also his weakness.
Fade
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 21:48:06 GMT -5
Reserve for Danny Mainer
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 21:53:35 GMT -5
Title: Had Enough By: Buddy Ghee
As we come back from the commercial break, the picture fades in to show Buddy Ghee sitting, head down. Behind him is a curtained box, which sort of looks like a popcorn vendor's cart. He brings the microphone to his mouth.
Buddy Ghee: I've... I'm done. I'm done with Teddy. I'm done with Hawthorne. And I'm done with... Y-...
Buddy stops himself before he can say it. He almost said that he was done with the fans. Almost saying that the people who have stuck behind him, that came to his side, were no longer on his priority list.
Buddy Ghee: I just got back from a meeting with Hawthorne. Let's just say I had a little talk with him. (He holds his hand up to reveal his brass knuckles.) Damn. I remember getting in here, thinking I was some tough shit... I was invincible. Amazing. The greatest high-flier of all time. I pinned El Froggy Mask on my first match. And then we had this run in with Teddy. I admit, I come from a poor background. Not as bad as he said. I grew up in Harlem... A place where you're on your own, even if you have friends.
Buddy finds himself leaning into the camera.
Buddy Ghee: That punk has never known hardship. He's never known work. He's never had to do a damn thing. His daddy just swooped down and made it all better. How does that make you feel? Better yet, how does that make me feel? I'm getting punked by a guy who's still supported by his old man. My mama wasn't no whore. She raised me right. Not like this fuck's dad. "It's okay, son. You don't have to learn responsibility."
Buddy falls back into his chair. He looks around, and finds the words.
Buddy Ghee: Well, here I am. Talkin' all that shit about you. You been talkin' your shit about me. What do you say we get all this shit worked out? See, I talked to Hawthorne. I finally got my request. As to what it is?
Buddy taps against the cart in the background.
Buddy Ghee: Right here. At the end of this show, I'm showing you the stip. And let me tell you: After Omega Effect... You'll never look at this humble ol' gate the same way again. I'm gonna show you just how rabid I can be. I'm gonna show you the animal known as Buddy Ghee. You think you can make my life a livin' hell? Kid... You haven't begun to experience hell.
The camera fades out to cheers.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 21:54:17 GMT -5
As we cut back to the ring, Irie the Intimidator is already in the ring, cracking his various joints, readying himself for the match at hand. His weapon of choice is a baseball bat, simple, but deadly nonetheless. He picks it up, takes a practice swing, almost cracking Phillip in the back of the head, and then smacks it in his hand. Suddenly, Shining Star hits. The crowd erupts in cheers as Buddy Ghee bursts from the curtain. He looks around for a second, deep in thought, no doubt, then decides to play the crowd and perform his signature fist roll to applause, making apparent the item which he brought to this brawl: a metal chain. He grins and hops into a sprint, diving through the ring.
Irie instantly begins to ready himself with a swing as the bell rings. Buddy drops to his knees and scoops Irie's legs out from under him, quickly rolling over Irie for a pin.
ONE!
Irie powers his way out of the pin with ease. He stands up, readying another swing, as Buddy springboards off for a side kick. He drops for the pin.
ONE!
Once again, it's not enough. Irie jumps to his feet, seeing Buddy hitting the ropes. He readies his swing and takes one, but Buddy ducks under it. As Buddy comes back around, he issues the butt of the bat to his face, throwing Buddy on his back. He rolls over, on his hands and knees, as Irie slams Buddy right across his bat, breaking it. The crowd instantly gasps as Irie makes a pin, laying over Buddy's head.
ONE!
TWO!
Buddy kicks out and attempts to find his feet as Irie hits him with a leg drop. He then stands back up as Buddy rolls to his back, as he attempts a falling headbutt. However, Buddy raises the chain covered fist and catches Irie right in the face. He rolls out of the ring over to the trash cans. He sorts through, soon finding a pair of brass knuckles. He slips them on and searches for something new. After finding nothing of interest, he empties the trash can and picks it up. He turns to the ring... Irie isn't there!
He frantically searches for the behemoth. Just how do you lose a seven foot, five-hundred-fifteen pound monster? Soon, he spots him, coming at him with a cane. Irie slams his fist into the trashcan, connecting with Buddy, throwing him to the ground. He then begins the caning, drawing blood from Buddy's back.
As Irie picks him back up, Buddy smashes Irie in the face with a brass-covered fist, leveling the behemoth. Buddy frantically reaches his feet, hitting the ramp. He disappears behind the curtain as Irie stands, wondering where he went. He looks around the ring, looks under the ring, in the ring, and finally heads up the ramp, entering the curtain, the referee following suit.
The cameras cut to the hallway, showing Irie powering through doors, searching for Buddy, never finding him. Soon, he reaches the room where Buddy made his promo at the beginning of the show. He's blindsided, as glass shatters on his face. He'd just been smashed by the cart where Buddy was keeping his mystery item! Buddy goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Buddy's music fills the arena, but he can't hear it. Either way, he turns to the camera and raises his fist to the air, holding his bloodied back. He sits down on the floor, resting his head against the cart, exhausted.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 21:58:10 GMT -5
Back in the City Credit:Criminal The sky lights from the windy city is seen. Such a beautiful display, but yet unknown. As the video plays the "ABC 7 Chicago News" emblem is displayed in the bottom right hand corner. The camera starts to display a night club called "Energy" in Chicago. A reporter for ABC 7 news named Kathy Brock is standing outside the door with a microphone in hand.Kathy: Ladies and Gentlemen, Tonight I have word that ACW Superstar "Criminal" is here as we speak. We are going to attempt to get through the security here at the door to try and get a word with Criminal. Kathy proceeds up to the door, and begins to talk to the security man at the door.Kathy: Sir, We have word that ACW sensation "Criminal" is inside your night club. Security: I'm sorry, but I have not seen him tonight. Kathy: We have a pretty good source stating that he has been here for a few hours. Do you mind if we go in and have a look? Security: I'm sorry, but you will need to pay the $20 admission fee in order to get past this point. Kathy quickly digs into her purse, and pulls out a hundred.Kathy: Here, Keep the change. Now lets get in here and find our celebrity!! Kathy as well as the rest of her news team walk into the club. They were unaware of the live performance by "Basshunter", which made the club extrememly packed. They begin to look around, and eventually find what they are looking for. Criminal, looking completely different without face paint and street clothes, is dancing in the middle of two of the finest females in the club. The news crew walk up to him, and start making a big deal about his apperance in Chicago when the "ACW" is no where close this week. The band stops, and the fans raise in "BOO's" before turning around and noticing the news crew, and "Criminal". Kathy: Criminal, Why are you here in Chicago instead of being at the ACW warefare show? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]Well, I don't see why you need any answers from me anyway? This is my life and I can do what I feel is right. Kathy: After losing your Entertainment Championship the first time you vanished for a while never to be seen. Then you come back and defeat TJ in what many might say to be a coward way to become champion. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]Wait right there! First off I had a re-match clause to regain what is rightfully mine, and I did just that. Then TJ also wanted to use his re-match clause where he gained back the title once again. Kathy: Yes, but now we find you here in a night club instead of fighting for the championship. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] TJ right now is the Entertainment Champion, but now I still have a re-match clause once again. I will take advantage of that when the time is right, and I will start to make myself noticable once again, when I feel the time is right. Another voice is heard over the club's sound system. It is that of the Club's DJ, "DJ Rozz"DJ: Yo, Crim, Come up here for a minute. Your holdin up the dance factory! Criminal quickly turns away from the news team and walks up onto the stage with both "Basshunter" and "DJ Rozz".DJ Rozz: Now Crim, how about we do things my way. Lets allow you to answer questions tomorrow on my radio show, RIGHT HERE IN CHICAGO!!! [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]:I'm Down! SO LETS GET THIS PARTY BUMPIN, THE NEXT ROUND OF DRINKS IS ON ME!!! Criminal high fives the band and DJ Rozz. He quickly gets off the stage and walks back to the girls he was dancing with. The scene cuts off after a shot of "Criminal" walking up to the bar with the two gorgerous ladies!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:00:22 GMT -5
Segment: Money isn’t an issue Credit: Theodore Wellington The camera is in the back to the familiar scene of Chairman Hawthorne sitting in his office. His sifts through paper work doing the behind the scenes, hard legwork of running ACW. He leans back in his chair to take a break, he looks up and immediately rolls his eyes and drops his head into his hands. The camera pans around to see none other than Theodore Wellington standing in front of Hawthorne’s desk.
He pulls up a chair and takes a seat at the desk. He plants his feet on top of all the paperwork Hawthorne was just working on, making a mess of the hard work. He takes out his check book and grabs a pen off the desk. Theodore Wellington: How much? Hawthorne looks up and see’s the check book and curiously looks at Theodore. Nothing good comes from Theodore writing checks.Theodore Wellington: I said…How much? Hawthorne: No, I heard you…I just really have no idea what you are talking about. This isn’t unusual.Theodore sits up and leans on the desk, clasping his hands.Theodore Wellington: Last week, you told me I wasn’t “in” the Crucible match yet. I want in, and you said you would let me know how to do that. I’m tired of waiting for you, so I came up with an idea. You tell me a number that would be enough money for you to live comfortably, and I will sign this check. Hawthorne: And all I have to do is put you in the match?Theodore Wellington: That’s it. Hawthorne takes a piece of paper and writes something down. He goes to hand it to Theodore but right before he does he pulls back and leans back on his chair. Hawthorne: See there is one problem here Theodore. If give you this number and put you in the match, I lose all my respect and honor. This show becomes a scam and fans will be infuriated with me. Theodore Wellington: Hawthorne, for once, think about you! If you give me that number, you can retire, and then you don’t have to worry about the fans, or the company, or anything else. You can sit home and watch me dominated ACW. Hawthorne: See for you that might sound great. Actually, for a lot of people that might sound great. However, for me, this isn’t just a business. It isn’t just a job that I can’t wait to retire from. For me this something I love, something I live for. You’re right, I would be able to retire, I would be able to sit at home, but I WOULD NOT be able to just forget the fans or this company. SO…Hawthorne leans forward and takes a lighter out of his draw. He lights it up and burns the paper and drops it in a cup of water on his desk. Theodore jumps up disrespected and pulls Hawthorne up by his collar.Hawthorne: You may want to let go, because you still have a chance at EARNING your way into this match. Lay one on hand on me and it’s all over. No Crucible, No Title Shot, No future. Theodore thinks for a minute and lets go. Theodore Wellington: I expect for you to have a way for me to earn a spot by next week. He turns to walk out but stops at the door and turns back to Hawthorne.Theodore Wellington: Enjoy this upper hand while you have it. It will never happen again, once I am in the match, I make the rules once again. He turns back and continues out the door, leaving Hawthorne with a smile on his face, enjoying the upper hand he rarely gets over Theodore Wellington.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:01:04 GMT -5
First Impressions Are Lasting Impressions[/b] -TJ and Chris Phenomenal THE FOLLOWING HAPPENS OFF CAMERA *We open the scene backstage of the Sprint Center as we see TJ, An Woo-Meng, and Raj all walk in through the door. TJ has a Flyers jersey on, jeans and his bag of wrestling gear over his shoulder. An is wearing a black leather bike jacket, not the kind you would see in Sturgis but rather you would see on a crotch rocket rider. He is also wearing baggy navy blue jeans and dark aviators. Raj is wearing a black hoody, cargo shorts and a Phillies cap. As they walk in we hear the roar of the crowd as the night has already begun.* An Woo.Meng I don’t know much about the wrestling business, but I’m pretty sure if they people are already yelling, you’re pretty damn late. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, but it’s fine. Sammie and me are boys. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Right, and this guy wasn’t in jail with you. An Woo.Meng Haha, whose Sammie? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ My “boss”. I don’t see him as my boss, more like the guy tells me what to do, and I don’t listen. An Woo.Meng So he’s the warden to you. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Haha, basically. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Oh great, more jail humor. Wonderful, I don’t know how much more I can take of this. An Woo.Meng Relax Roger, I’m only here for as long as it takes Trey to find those guys. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, and we all know how long it takes Trey to find a guy in his life, so it shouldn’t be more than 5 minutes from now. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings YO! Chill! That’s my brother. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh god, relax Raj, we always bust on your brother. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Yea, but…..I don’t know. This whole situation is making me uncomfortable. An Woo.Meng What do you mean “this situation”? *An turns around and takes his aviators off and gets in the face of Raj*TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Look, I mean I don’t feel safe knowing my brother is looking for a group of guys who has the nephew of a Yakuza leader worried. An Woo.Meng Hey! The only reason I’m here is because of TJ. If you wanna blame anyone, blame him! The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ WHOA! Ok, relax both of you. : Having trouble with you children over there? Or are they your whores?*TJ, An, and Raj turn to the source of the voice, none other than Chris Phenomenal.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! CAN’T I HAVE AN ENTIRE NIGHT WITHOUT SEEING YOUR FUCKING MUG!?!? Chris Phenomenal: Oh, relax, you act like you don’t like seeing me.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Really, I don’t. The only redeeming part to your face is that has this shape to it, almost like a target shape to it.
An Woo.Meng I see what you mean.
Chris Phenomenal: And who the fuck are you?
An Woo.Meng Who I am is none of your concern.
Chris Phenomenal: You see this, this is the former and soon to be again, ACW World Heavyweight Champion, whoever walks through those doors is of my concern.
An Woo.Meng Ha, that’s funny, because from where I’m looking from, you’re just another punk.
Chris Phenomenal: Really? If that’s how you see it, let me show you the whole picture
*Chris pulls up his shirt a bit to reveal the handle of a gun*
An Woo.Meng Ok, let me guess: Grew up in the ghetto, got into a gang, saw that the gang was a one way trip to death, got into wrestling, got some success, now you rely on that gang background to help “intimidate” people.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Wow, that was good.
Chris Phenomenal: Ha, and let me guess, you’re some kid from Philly that TJ grew up with and now you’re here, sucking his dick to make a pittance. Everyone knows TJ brings all his buddies out of Philly to have his back because no one else will.
An Woo.Meng Not even close. You have no idea who I am nor will you unless I say so.
Chris Phenomenal: You say I don’t know who you are, you may think you figured me out…
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ “Think”? Chris, you got to the “t”.
Chris Phenomenal: You may think you have me figured out, but you have no idea what I can do.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Alright, before someone gets shot, let’s go TJ.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Whoa, this is just getting good! I wanna see who gets the first bullet out of the barrel.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Ah just like old times.
Chris Phenomenal: Well, keep hoping TJ. I unlike you have a match to prepare for.]
*Chris walks away, splitting TJ and Raj. An keeps his eyes on Chris as TJ and Raj take a look back, shake their heads and walk towards An.*
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings That was interesting.
An Woo.Meng Something about that kid……doesn’t sit right.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ He gives everyone that feeling. Come on, I have some deals to make.
*TJ, An, and Raj walk in the opposite way of Chris as the scene fades*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:03:13 GMT -5
Title: Spoiling the Surprise Credit: Buddy Ghee and Jason Freeman
The camera fades in on everybody's favorites...Trace Birmingham and Greg! And by everybody's favorites I mean...Trace Birmingham's favorites.
Trace: Look, you didn't see Thiago did you?
Greg: I already told you, no!
Trace: Because he forgot about me, right? We're done?
Greg: I really don't know...
Trace: BUT IF YOU HAD TO GUESS! Like a giant...er...um...elephant or something...is gonna like step on you...and you had to guess to save your life by teleporting. Would you say yes or no?
Greg: I still don't know.
Trace: BUT YOU'RE DEAD THEN!
Greg: And if I ever get crushed by a giant elephant, Ill be sure to admit the error of my ways to you.
Trace: Grr..well...IM SURE HE'S GONE. I won, it's over! It's been a month and he forgot about me, so Im gonna now forget about him! Don't say his name EVER AGAIN! GOT IT?!
Greg: Thiago?
Trace: YOU KNOW WHAT GREG?! I---hey what's that? (Trace stops dead in his tracks. In front of him is a tall cart, draped in black curtains.) What is this?
Greg: Huh. Oh, remember? Beginning of the show? (Trace stares at him blankly.) You know, Buddy Ghee? (Trace still draws a blank.) That guy with the box?
Trace: Oh! Right. I remember him now... I hate that guy.
Greg: Forget about him. Let's go.
Trace: Wait a second, Greg. Don't you want to see what's behind curtain number... ONE!?
(In one swift move, Trace rips down the curtain. He wheels around to see shutters hanging down behind the glass.)
Trace: That's just sick. That's just-
Buddy Ghee: Whacha lookin' for, fellas?
Buddy walks on camera, smirking. He folds his arms and straightens his posture, as to look more threatening.
Greg: Buddy! Hey, Buddy... Er, friend! We... Saw... Uh...
Buddy doesn't budge. Greg butts his elbow into Trace's arm.
Trace: Oh! Right... Why the hell do you have those shutters on your... Wait. Crap.
Buddy Ghee: Settle down. All friends here. Sorry about blowin' up at you those weeks ago, Trace. But that's neither here nor there... Never thought I'd say that. I was in the hall, getting a drink. Damn vending machine took my cash. I ain't gettin' on without my Coke. So what's your story? What you doin' here?
Greg: Leaving.
Buddy Ghee: So you came here to leave here?
Trace: Yeah! That's right! (He whispers to Greg) Good one Greg we got him! (But Buddy doesnt seem very impressed with this excuse.) Okay fine...We wanna know what's behind this curtain. Er...I mean...Greg did!
Buddy Ghee: Ah. Tell me, do you like Teddy Wellington?
Greg: Er... Not... Really able... To...
Trace: Guy's a douche, plan and simple.
Buddy Ghee: You wanna see his ass gettin' kicked?
Trace: Hell yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!
Buddy Ghee: Well you're waitin'. Just like the rest-a-them. Kids, I got somethin' special in plan for ol' Teddy Wellington. You won't wanna ruin the surprise, do you? Trust me: Once you see what I got in store, you gonna be glad you waited.
Buddy starts smiling, followed suit by Trace and Greg. Trace suddenly stops, leaning in to leer at Buddy.
Trace: I remember you eliminated me at Fallen Heroes. I'll never forgive you for that. EVER!!!!
Buddy stops laughing and stares at him. His eyes begin burning into Trace's soul, proving to Trace that there is in fact a hell and that it's a thin line between that and Heaven, which we all walk every day. He sees a blackness that penetrates deep within. A darkness he had never seen before...
Buddy Ghee: ... Sorry.
Buddy walks off to the hallway, leaving the two alone. Trace stands stagnant, unmoving.
Greg: Trace... Are you alright?
Trace: I... I don't know... It was like every one of my sins just flashed before my eyes... It was horrible...
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:04:18 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: Ascension to a Higher Form
It is one of the most well known and seemingly universally accepted philosophies in all of human existence. It is a seemingly inherent fact that the human mind will have the capacity to differentiate between certain types of emotions. However, this logic applies only to a world of complete black and white, with little room for the influx of shades of gray. Generally, one is simply supposed to casually accept the provided definition and not think past what they are told. When one examines the situation logically, the fallacy that the definition provides becomes shockingly clear. Human beings seek to differentiate themselves from others, to live a life dominated by a manufactured concept known as individuality. This intense desire to be unique often blinds those same individuals to the real truth. This universal concept, the eternal battle of good versus evil; what does it truly stand for?
Indeed, upon logical examination the provided definition fails to hold up. While the two mindsets have differing definitions, the devil lies in the proverbial details. What is the true difference between good and evil? Is it a definitive difference in spiritual philosophy or is it simply a difference of viewpoints on individual matters? How do human beings truly tell the difference between the perceptions of good and evil? It is often noted that the evil are wicked and the good are righteous, however we are not allowed to make that judgment for ourselves. These concepts are based not upon logical premise, but rather upon the pre-ordained notions ingrained into the human psyche. Human beings are born into ideological bondage upon their birth, harshly thrust into a pre-established set of rules and beliefs without the chance to make these intense judgments for themselves.
It could be said that a natural instinct of the human spirit to question, however what is that same spirit to do when all of the pre-established beliefs denounce its own interpretation of good and evil? Most commonly, that spirit will break to the crushing weight of isolation and disregard its true beliefs in favor of acceptance among the established majority. If one is to seek a higher plain of intellectual existence, he must accept the consequences that come with deviating from the accepted societal norms. All too often, this is too much of a price to pay. Human beings have no true choice; we are born into a society where the concept of "good" and "evil" are already decided for us, we have no capability to make the deduction personally. Logic oftentimes does not enter into the human psyche; we are often complacent with the pre-rendered notions of justice and consequence upon our birth. It is in this fact that the true ignorance of the human mind begins to establish its boding presence…
It is the most common of human teachings that the good are righteous and the evil are villainous. However, what if the spirit disagrees with this viewpoint? Furthermore, is this understanding of human emotion not dominated by relativism? What happens if a personal interpretation differs from that of the majority? Rather than being examined as an alternative viewpoint, it is simply disregarded as ignorance or heresy and the pre-existing thought process continues to reign supreme. Truly the concept of “good” and “evil” is the epitome of human psychological control. The leaders of a godless society utilize these concepts to foster complacency and acceptance among the uneducated masses. The inherent fear people possess of facing rejection overrides their logic and they embrace the pre-rendered definitions. If one is “evil” than one shall be isolated and disregarded. Thusly, one is instead “good” so that he may find acceptance throughout society.
However, these issues also bring a more pressing question into light. What is the true reason for the concept of evil? Is this concept that we as human beings call "evil" actually the true inherent nature we possess? This is the question those not enlightened by the lord would most passionately attempt to avoid. Those that would seek to manipulate and control fear the eternal master known as logic more than any uprising or rebellion. The simple reason for this fear is that when logic is applied by an enlightened mind, the control mechanism is revealed for what it truly is: a pre-existing set of beliefs utilized solely to herd the wayward sheep that comprise the masses. Human history is wrought with examples of free thought being the strongest enemy absolute control could ever face. When one looks at the history of the human world and sees completely totalitarian regimes, what is one of the universal constants? A severe fear of and organized efforts to stamp out intellectualism.
What is "good" for some might be "evil" for others, therefore who are we to declare one side correct over the other? Is it not simply a matter of personal interpretation? It is widely noted that murder is "evil" and therefore "bad", however what if the murder occurred with good and logical justification? Are we still to assume it as being evil? If a child suffering severe abuse at the hands of a parent commits murder in self-defense, should that child be denounced as evil? According to the human interpretation of what murder represents, said child should be treated no different from a serial killer who murders in cold blood. Yet, can this truly be regarded as the right approach? These are the logical questions that the godless pagans would hope to never encounter. Any type of logical and reasonable challenge to their system of control. This is the reason for the synthetic faith of the false messiah, as it is simply another layer of the control scheme.
However, even this scheme falls into a logical Gordian knot that may not be untangled. For the synthetic faith would speak of human equality, of the belief that all under the false messiah would be seen as equals regardless of ability or genetics. The general idea is that all are equal in the eyes of this omnipotent greater being. This is not possible however, as human beings are quite simply not equal. If we are all made equal, then how can one logically pronounce another's way as "wrong"? If we are all equal, are we all not of equal intellect and thus fully capable of making judgments for ourselves? If we are all equal, then why do some rise through the ranks of human society to respected positions of leadership? It is this simple question that destroys the logic of the societal leaders and makes clear the message of the great father in the heavens above. The true leader of the spirits knows that such a message is illogical and wrong, thus he seeks to blind the resentful masses with the golden light of truth.
They fear this truth my heavenly father, for they would dare not listen to one who would go against the generally accepted beliefs and attempt to imbue them with the holy light. They fear the seraphic radiance father, for they know that the light of truth would reveal their true spirits as nothing more than soulless marionettes being manipulated by sin. Therefore they cling to their pathetic pre-established notions of good and evil. My lord, I am “evil” in the eyes of the pagan masses. Ironic is it not, that the only one who is truly “good” would instead be labeled as the antithesis. Let it not concern you Holy Father, for the will of god shall be done regardless of earthly label. I will show them all father. I will show them how ignorant their labels and accusations are. If I am to be seen as evil, then I swear to you I shall show this world what evil truly is!
Slowly, the eyes leading into a raging spiritual spiral of anger and hate open to the light of the world once more. Beads of sweat form upon the young fighter’s brow as he draws in precious oxygen in short, quick bursts of breath. As he resuscitates his fatigued body, the young soul gazes upward into the beautiful, cloudless night sky above. Gazing longingly into the endless boundaries illuminated by starlight, he envisions a physical world of equal beauty. That physical world is the very planet he currently rests on in her true form, an eternal paradise free from the corruption brought about by the genesis of humanity. That is to be his final resting place, his final reward for all the pain and suffering. He stands solemn and alone, prepared to take on the tasks placed before him by the ever-watching eyes of the lord above. He stands ready to serve as the progenitor for a higher form, free of sin and vice, eternally linked the natural beauty of nature.
A soft breeze suddenly blows and the dark essence known as The Scorpion slightly arches his back in a sign of irritation. Situated on a quiet rooftop, the young fighter sits devoid of his normal trench coat or black muscle shirt. He sits alone in nothing other than his trademark black pants and boots, even devoid of his normal fighting gloves. Another gentle breeze blows and results in a similar arching of the back, as bits of grime are caught along with the wind. The scars and marks on the young soul’s back are still tender from the brutality he inflicted upon himself previously, yet he knows that such agony is nothing compared to what he shall unleash upon those that would stand in the way of his divine cause. No amount of physical pain in existence could equal the trauma of failing his beloved messiah again; therefore The Scorpion has truly entered into a mindset that makes him more dangerous than ever before.
It is almost amusing and most definitely ironic; the very instance of defeat that was thought to be his destruction has actually made him more powerful. The Scorpion sits now a heavenly fighter than has felt the sting of defeat, the humiliation of having to explain to the Holy Fighter why he was too inefficient to get the job done. Never again does he want to experience that feeling, therefore he sought to purify his blood into the epitome of human purity once more. Even on this night where he has not been ordered into battle, The Scorpion still prepares for all upcoming tasks with the mechanical precision that has become so commonplace. The lord above might stay his hand, but never does the lord stay his mind. Such a truth is a testament to the Higher One’s faith in his beloved son; for there is minimal interference thanks to the young messenger’s staunchly professed capabilities.
Armed with this soothing knowledge of confidence from his father, the dark entity actually cracks a slight smirk before gazing into the seemingly endless light of the moon and speaking aloud.
The Scorpion: The pain is slowly fading away; the physical agony is casually leaving my battered and beaten physical form. Such a reality is a welcome experience, for it serves only to allow my spirit to be purified even further. Blessed messiah, I am ready for my next task, ready for the next denizen of the den of inequity to be purified by holy light. Yet you stay my hand on this night, even though I feel I am ready to do battle. However, it is not the place of the messenger to question the messiah; rather it is his place only to perform the divine will. The grand design for all existence is constant and eternal, never changing but always evolving. Resting now a renewed spirit, know that your adoring son is prepared to enter into battle at a moment’s notice. Alas, you seek to stay my hand on this night, thus your will shall be done. Our enemies should consider themselves fortunate, for now I have been reborn into an even higher plane of existence. Drifting towards the endless stars I rise higher as a resurrected spirit, the seraphic radiance of the angels once again lighting my path to eternity. Blessed is my existence dear father, you are the only reason I have to persevere in this restrained human form…
His message to the lord completed, The Scorpion continues his hypnotic gaze into the moonlight. Truly he is a new entity, for he appears to be finished with the spoken word. By purifying his spirit in such a manner he has obtained a higher plain of understanding, thus his communication with the lord above had transcended the form of the spoken word. Knowing this, he becomes even more dangerous due to his enemies’ inability to comprehend this method of communication. Knowing this, he performs a truly foreign act and actually SMILES while continuing to gaze into the moonlight as the scene slowly fades away…
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:05:51 GMT -5
Segment: Theodore Wellington Invitational Credit: Theodore Wellington “My Time” by Fabulous blasts on the speakers and the chorus of boos immediately fill the arena as the ACW’s most hated man is about to enter. The green spotlight hits the center of the stage as Theodore Wellington rises onto the stage directly in the spot light. He cockily makes his way to the ring with a big smile on his face. Tyson Washington follows close behind him as they approach the ring. Tyson climbs in the ring as Theodore goes up the steps and wipes his feet on the apron before ducking into the ring.
He walks over to the ropes and he yells at Phillip to give him the chair. Philip reluctantly gets up and slides the chair into the ring and Theodore sets it up to sit on. He takes the mic and leans back in the chair as all eyes are on him. Theodore Wellington: I know you all thought we were gonna have a Theodore Wellington Invitational here tonight…..but I canceled it. There are much more important things going on tonight. For instance…Ghee is back there with that stupid chest telling everyone we will see the stipulation when he is ready. I guess he thinks that some stipulation can actually give him a chance in beating me! HAHAH. And the biggest issue on the table..in case you people missed it, let me re-inform you…Next week on Warfare I will be in a Triple Threat match with TJ and Buddy Ghee for the Entertainment Title! Crowd has mixed reaction the monumental match announced earlier, they only wish that Wellington wasn’t in it. Theodore laughs at this as nothing can ruin his mood now.Theodore Wellington: Now, you all know how I feel about Ghee, and I will get to that thug later because I assume at some point tonight he will be telling everyone, including me what type of match I have with him at OE. As far as I am concerned, Ghee is not a threat next week, nor is he a threat EVER. The crowd starts a “Ghee” chant in support of the man they have grown to like. The man who defies the richest man in ACW has a place in their hearts now. Theodore Wellington: Chant all you want, it won’t help him be anything here in ACW. Now, let’s move on to TJ, YOUR Entertainment Champion. The SOOUUUUULLLL…..of bullshit. That’s all he is…bull shit, a transitional champion. See, TJ only has that belt because I let him have it. If it wasn’t for Hawthorne trying to throw his power around and taking the belt off the line in my match with Criminal last month, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. TJ would be a non-factor, and once I beat him next week, he will once again be a NON-factor. More boos for the insults to their favorite wrestlers.Theodore Wellington: No, I get it…you guys don’t like me talking about your guys like this right? I know why you love them, because they ENTERTAIN you, right? And that’s what this belt is all about, right, entertainment! You guys want to be entertained? Does a near 7 foot monster entertain you? He points to Tyson he goes over and leans on the top rope pushing it down. The crowd responds with the normal boos.Theodore Wellington: No, I guess that doesn’t Entertain you…but how about this? He quickly drops the mic and nails Tyson with a Money Shot! Tyson crumples to the ground and Theodore jumps up smiling as he stands over him. He picks the mic back up and squats next to him. The fans watch in silence and shock not knowing what to think.Theodore Wellington: What a waste of money this big oaf was. But you know what…I don’t feel like you guys are entertained yet. He drops the mic and goes and picks up the chair and puts it on the face of Tyson before climbing to the second turnbuckle. He jumps off and double stomps the chair into Tyson’s face, bloodying his lips and nose and everything else seemingly. Theodore kicks him out of the ring and leans on the turnbuckle.Theodore Wellington: How about now…you entertained yet? No, I’m not feeling the love yet! With that he jumps down and goes to the bell ringer on ringside. He grabs him by the back of his head and clocks him with a hard right causing him to go limp. Wellington grabs him and throws him over his shoulder and carries him over by the steel post outside. Three security officers run out and stand in between him and the post so Theodore puts down the bell keeper and runs, planting a big boot on one security guy. He punches the other and the third just backs off. Theodore goes and picks up the bell keeper by the back of his head and he rams it full force into the turnbuckle causing the fans to “OOOOO” and “AHHHHH”. He sits on the ring apron and grabs the mic.Theodore Wellington: How about now, what is it going to take to entertain you people? To prove I’m more entertaining than TJ or Ghee. Oh, I got an idea! He goes over to the railing and shakes a fans hand, but when the fan goes to let go, Theodore grabs him and pulls him over. He drags him to the ring and rolls him in before sliding in himself. The fan cowers in the corner as Wellington slowly walks towards him. The fan goes to crawl out but Theodore grabs his legs and pulls him back. He takes the fan in a powerbomb position as security and refs flood the ring. They keep yelling at him to knock it off and every time some goes in the ring, Theodor swings at them. He smiles as he picks up the fan and powerbombs him once on the mat but he doesn’t let go. He lifts him up again and walks over to the ropes and tosses him into the security and refs causing them all to the floor. He goes and grabs the mic and leans on the ropes, sweat dripping down his face and an intent look in his eyes.Theodore Wellington: How about now…are you…Entertained?? You know what; it doesn’t really matter because I am entertained. Get used it people…because after next week, you will get entertainment like this week in and week out. “My Time” hits the speakers and Theodore drops and rolls out of the way as the EMT’s and security all rush to the three men just injured. As they do, Theodore backs up the ramp with a smile on his face. He gets to the top and motions his hands in the form of a belt around his waist before disappearing around the curtain.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:06:46 GMT -5
Let’s Make a Match!-TJ *We open the scene inside of the Sprint Center. We are inside the office of the chairman, Samuel Hawthorne. He sits at his desk, looking over a stack of papers, probably contracts with potential superstars. He has one paper sit alone on the edge of the desk. We hear a knock at the door.*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Come in.
*The door opens up and we see “The Soul of Philly” TJ, the Entertainment Champion walking in. He is in his ring gear with a Flyers jersey on. The Entertainment title hangs over his shoulder. TJ also has a bottle of water in his right hand. TJ walks over to Hawthorne’s desk and leans against one of the walls and takes a sip of water.*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne So, TJ, have you decided who you want to face next week?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Huh?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne That’s that you’re here correct?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, I’m here because you’re making me pick my person now.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne And that’s a problem?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Only because I understand your idea concerning my Entertainment Championship, but I don’t see why I have to defend my title next week, three weeks before Omega Effect.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne TJ, you are not the World Champion, you do not have a set opponent, a set match at Omega Effect.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yet.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne That may be, but at this time do not and therefore you must defend your title between now and Omega Effect. So, remember if you do not pick someone from this list, I’ll add someone from this list.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright, fine gimme the list.
*TJ reaches for the list, but Hawthorne pulls it away from TJ. TJ raises an eyebrow and goes for the list again, this time reaching over Hawthorne’s desk, but Hawthorne puts the list in the drawer of his desk.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know I’ll break the desk if you don’t give that list to me.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne I never said you could look at the list. Now pick someone.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright, fine. Let me think…..I could face CP just to get my hands on him, but I doubt his name is on the list because he’s afraid to face me when I’m 100%. I could face Gary to give him a chance at Entertainment gold. Actually, I know who I’m going to face.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne And they are?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh, you know who it is. It’s the guy who pisses you off almost as much as me.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Mr. Wellington?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes. I’ve been wanting to kick that asshole’s teeth in for a month now. And I’m pretty sure he would love the chance at facing me, so he’s name is on that list right?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Nope.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ WHAT?! That asshole is afraid to face me?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Actually, I didn’t allow him to sign up. So TJ, I will pick your other opponent.
*Sammie brings the list out and looks at it, and smiles.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne The person towards the top of this list. They’re a good choice.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Who are they?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Oh, you nor Theodore will find out until next week.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Really Sammie? I thought we were buds. Who is it?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne No, I am not telling you. Now, be gone. I have more important problems to deal with.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I thought I was important.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Not at this point.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Damn it Sammie, breaking my heart.
*Hawthorne waves him off as he goes back to the stack of paper. TJ turns, puts his belt on his shoulder and begins to walk out of the room. He stops, turns around, opens his mouth like he was about to say something, and then closes his mouth, deciding not to say anything more. He turns back around and walks out of the room shutting the door behind him.*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:08:18 GMT -5
We're gonna need a bigger book -Ryan Cole
We cut to Ryan Cole's locker room, the camera focused on the centre of the room where there is a chair set up smack bang in the middle of the room. After a few seconds Ryan Cole strides in wearing a high quality suit, a smirk on his face and a comically large book under his arm (It looks as if he is having trouble holding the book under one arm but he would never admit that). He sits on the chair and lays the book on his right knee
"My old English teacher always used to say that "the size f the dictionary you use must be equal to your intelligence"
He gestures at the monstrous book on his knee with a disappointed look
"It was the best I could do on short notice."
"Everybody remembers their favourite teacher, ACW and so I'm taking the responsibility to... educate the less naturally gifted among the audience tonight "
He strokes his chin as if pondering something for a moment
"And by that I mean all of you quaterwits."
He flips open the dictionary and leans forward slightly in the chair.
"Gather round for some definitions from the Coleford English dictionary
Cole casualy flips through a few pages before arriving at the wanted page with a satisfied "Ah".
"Crucible" "Pronunciation: Kroo-suh-buhl" "Definition: a severe, searching test or trial."
"Whilst I doubt a 6 man ladder match was what was in mind when this definition was written it aptly serves it's purpose don't you think?"
"The Crucible is indeed a severe, searching trial of a match and to properly compete in such a match it is necessary or the competitor to have an outstanding threshold for pain, they'd have to say, win a submissions match."
He cockily smiles and outstretches his arms
"Eh?" "And not only that, a participant in this match would have to be able to manage multiple opponent at one time, like in a triple threat match"
He raps his knuckles along the cover of the dictionary.
"Hmmm, who could possibly have both those qualities..."
"Never mind that for now though I wouldn't want to overwork you people"
"I'll just give another definition about what the match is about for your sakes"
An over emphisied "hmmmmmmmmm" follows as he browses the pages followed by another "Ah"
"Flashpoint" "Noun" "a critical point or stage at which something or someone suddenly causes or creates some significant action."
"Significant action let me think of an example of "Signifigant action", just off the top of my head... how about winning a world title shot at Omega Effect? How about winning a world title shot at Omega Effect in your rookie year?!"
Cole leans backwards in his chair and lets out a sigh "Nah. No one coudl do that without being godly talented.
Ryan pushes the dictionary off his knee and it hits the ground with a thud
"Mr. Hawthorne, incase you have noticed anything my door is always open."
With a smile he leans forwards and stares right into the camera. "One last definition, I don't need a dictionary for this one, I assure you it's burned into my mind and it is certainly something that you can..." "verb" "to retain in the memory; keep in mind; remain aware of."
"Remember."
End
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