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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:08:33 GMT -5
Segment: What’s In it For Me? Credit: Theodore Wellington and Jason Freeman We are in the back where Theodore Wellington is marching down down the hallway. With so much already having passed for him tonight he is sifting his thoughts as he searches for Ghee and his chest with the stipulation. He looks under and around every box and corner as he continues to march down. As he pushes a door open to check, he hears a voice behind himFreeman: Theodore Wellington? Wellington looks up, and sees Freeman coming towards him. His eyes quickly grow into a glare as he sees the man who tossed him out of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal after he managed to reach fourth place. He approaches Freeman as well, finally the opportunity to confront him. It is quite obvious that Wellington is not approaching in peace, but Freeman gives no sign that he has noticed. Freeman approaches calmly, and speaks before Wellington reaches him.Freeman: I've been searching for you? I--- Suddenly Wellington shoves Freeman backwards, and Freeman's back goes right up against the wall. Wellington glares daggers at Freeman, who merely looks up with eyes seemingly amused, though when he first hit the wall there was almost a flash of something more? anger perhaps, but it is gone so quickly that it isn't certain whether it was ever there or not. Freeman regards Wellington almost as if he is confused by his behavior. Wellington looks ready to take this beyond shoves, as his fists are clenched. Freeman straightens up, looking at Wellington across from him.Freeman: Have you gotten it out of your system, or would you like to take this further? Wellington: You've been looking for me? Well I've been looking for you ever since you threw me out of that battle royal. That was MY match to win, MY future, MY world Championship! Freeman: Was it? Well as I was able to throw you out, it seems that wasn't true. Theodore Wellington: You talk a big game for somebody who was thrown out himself. Freeman: Yes, I was. I am not here, however, to discuss your elimination in the match, but what occurred moments earlier. A pause.Freeman: Unless that is, you would like to strike me before I am able to get to my point, but I think that it would be in your best interest to hear me out. Freeman waits for Wellington to react, and when he doesn't, Freeman nods.Freeman: Good. You see, in that Fallen Heroes match there was a moment where you and I were helping each other in that ring to take out some of our opponents, and during those moments I realized something. I think you and I would make an interesting team? Theodore Wellington: In case you couldn't tell....i stick to the Team of Me. Freeman: Well, I'm doing a bit of...recruiting, you could say. Not just you, of course. Any man that would effectively buy the final spot in the Fallen Heroes battle royal is a man I would like to do business with, however, and so I?m honoring you with one of the first spots. Theodore Wellington: Well, I'm glad someone around here finally knows some respect, but I'm afraid I don't understand why I would accept your offer. Or were you not listening when I told you that I plan to get revenge on the fact that you eliminated me from the battle royal? Freeman: I heard you. I did whatever I had to do to win. I am not trying to start a friendship but an alliance, and I don't see how that is relevant. Had I been in your shoes I would most likely plan revenge as well. I would lose respect for you had you not been planning on avenging your loss. But don't let a grudge affect your rationality. I am going to the top, Wellington, and I don't have to bring you with me but I see how an alliance between the two of us could be quite beneficial. However, if we are both on top, I would rather have you with me than against me. I know a man such as yourself isn't too proud to form an alliance if he thinks it'd be best for him. After all, when one flaunts money such as you do, he can't have too many reservations. Theodore Wellington: Oh and you just happened to pick me? Is this just because we worked together in that battle royal for a few minutes? Is this just because you saw how I - how people CLAIMED I got my number 20 spot? Or is it possible you have some other motive in mind? Freeman: Perhaps yes, perhaps no, but I don?'see how that affects you either way. You see, no matter what MY intentions were, nothing will change the effects that an alliance would have upon you. You see, whether or not our motives line up, our results will. Now, I have spent too long negotiating this. I have a meeting to attend with our Chairman tonight. So what I want to know is yes or no? Theodore Wellington: And what would I get out of it? Freeman: My assistance, and a trip to the top with me. Could you ask for more? Theodore Wellington: Yes, I can and will. I think I'd want a little more than that. Freeman: And what would that be? Theodore Wellington: Hmm? you'd know when I decided. Freeman: You could have my guarantee that you would receive whatever it was that you wanted. After all, that is the definition of our alliance is it not? Mutual benefit? Theodore Wellington: I don't have time to think about this tonight...I have other business. I still haven't forgiven you Freeman, but I'll say this. We'll speak again soon. [/center][/color] And at that Wellington walks away, his reaction a bit cryptic...was this meaning the offer is being considered or merely that he would be coming back for some revenge at a later date? From the look on Freeman's face he suspects it's the former...but he very well may be wrong.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:10:23 GMT -5
Radio, Radio, Radio Credit: Criminal The camera shows a room with nothing more than soundboards, microphones, chairs, and headphones. No one is in sight, but music is playing fairly loudly. Suddenly, you can hear some voices coming from a hallway. The footsteps get louder, as well as the voices. DJ Rozz stands inside the door way, but who is he talking to? Who is the other man?DJ Rozz: Alright, here is how this is going to work. I am going to ask you a few questions, then you answer, and then we will open up the phone lines for any other questions your fans may have. [glow=red,2,300]Voice:[/glow] Alright, that sounds good. DJ: Ok, then follow me. DJ Rozz walks into the room with a man following him. The man removes his jacket, and looks up to notice the camera man in the room. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: A camera man? In a radio station? DJ: Yea, they are here because of the amount of celebrities that I bring into the studio. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Understandable, I guess... The two men then walk into the studio where they take their seats, and place the head phones on.DJ Rozz: Alright, Alright, Alright! Today I am here with the man of the hour. A man that has won the ACW Entertainment Championship two times. A man that needs no introduction...CRIMINAL!! Now Criminal, when you go back to work do you have any intentions of gaining the Entertainment Championship back? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Is that a trick question? Of course, what kind of champion sould I be if I didn't take back what is rightfully mine. I am a two time, count it, two time champion. So I lost it to TJ once again, but I have taken it back from him before, and I will do it again. DJ: WOW, the phone lines are explosive already. Lets take the first call. Hello, your on with Rozz, and the Crim. Ladies Voice: This question is for Criminal. Criminal, You claim that you defeated TJ, and took back the title. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] That I did. Ladies Voice: What I saw was just a coward attack, to gain it back. There was no actual match, you just waited till he was down and finished him. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] A COWARD ATTACK!! Are you serious with this? There was nothing coward about it. In my eyes it was just smooth thinking. Why waist all the time, and all the energy, and all the build up just to be face to face with someone you can't stand. Obviously, you don't know what intelligence is used for in such a great sport. Although, I didn't think a woman would understand the aspect of the sport anyway. Rozz: OK, next caller... Mans Voice: Criminal, Why did you disappear from the ACW for such a long time, and only make minor apperances? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You think I disappeared? I never really left from the sights of the ACW. I just grew weary of coming out week after week to show people up. After I gave it my all towards buddy gee in our first street fight match that lead to neither of us winning anything but some broken ribs, and a but load of medical bills, I just didn't feel the need to give it my all anymore. Rozz: Alright, now... Criminal quickly cuts him off.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Now before we go to the next caller, can we get someone on here that actually knows what they are talking about? Rozz: Lets find out. Lil boy's voice: CRIMINAL YOU ARE MY FAVORITE!! Are you going to come back and take Wellingtons money? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] See, now this is a guy that knows what he's talking about. Theodore Wellington is a man that has recently come to the ACW, and has been offering people cash prizes if they can defeat him. Right now, if I am correct, he is still running an undefeated streak. Well, I'm going to be one the one that takes away two things that he holds so dear, and all in one match. Theodore, I am coming back for you, and "The soul of Philly" I'm also coming back for what is mine. Ladies and Gentlemen, the next couple weeks are going to be nothing more than some more fun and games, but a crime wave is about to hit the ACW arena's. Rozz: Alright, my producers are saying it's time for a dance factory commercial free hour. Criminal, thanks for answering some fan questions. You guys are listening to "92.7 Energy FM". Criminal takes off the headphones and sets them down. He shakes hands with DJ Rozz who is still sitting down, hitting a few other buttons. Criminal then walks off, and disappears without another word.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:11:19 GMT -5
Freak Streak by Hatley
[My first match came and went. I found myself victorious. It felt good too. No words could really describe just how good it really is.]
Hatley: 1 and 0. It's not much, but it's motivation. I can finally say I'm a winner again. How long has it been since I felt this way?
[As he thinks deeply, he shakes his head. Nothing comes to mind. It's a shame too as it would be good to have some shred of an idea.]
Hatley: Too long, I think. So it's a welcomed feeling. I can put my mind at ease knowing that the hard part is finally over.
[Hatley laughs to himself. The hard part he says. Was getting that first win the "hard part" as he put it? It probably is for some people. Maybe, just maybe, it was for him too. But not completely.]
Hatley: The pressure is finally off of me. I've made my mark in ACW. The Freak Streak has begun.
[But one thing still lingers over him. That damned mask. It's constantly on his mind, but no one really knows the story behind it.
The truth is that he dons the mask because of an accident. A car accident. Lucky to be alive, his face received the most damage. Hatley brushes his hand across his mask and through his long, black hair.]
Hatley: Everybody looks at me, they see this mask and they wonder just what lies beneath. Is it a freak? Is it a crime against humanity? Maybe there's nothing wrong with me and I just like anonymity. If only that were the case. It doesn't seem that long ago. Driving down that road in the rain. In the blink of an eye, my world was turned upside down.
I remember bits and pieces. I remember a car speeding past me. I remember seeing it take a turn and spin out of control. I made the mistake of trying to swerve out of it's way. The next thing I know, I'm in a hospital bed with my head bandaged. Several weeks had passed. I learned that my car had been totaled and was lucky to be alive. My face...required surgery.
Yes, I'm lucky to be alive, but at what cost? The cost of having to hide my face behind a mask for the remainder of my life? Is this the future I have to endure? I ask myself that question every so often and I can't help but say yes. I've learned to accept my fate. Everything happens for a reason. I survived so I could do something spectacular. But just what can I do that's spectacular?
[Hatley looks around. He takes a deep, calming breath. It almost feels like he's found a purpose of many. A goal set forth to work for. Attaining it would be no easy endeavor, but for someone to survive what he went through, nothing is impossible.]
Hatley: What's spectacular wouldn't be pertinent to say right now. Why give it away to everyone? That wouldn't be a smart thing to do.
I'll just say this, you ain't seen nothing yet. Just when you think you know what's going on, something completely different happens. A simple fact of life.
[Hatley sits down and relaxes. No match tonight, but an opportunity to sit down and enjoy the evening is what he'll be doing.]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:12:35 GMT -5
“YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE” Credit: Thunderkiss [This morning as he awoke he looked outside his window at the birth of a new day. The sun and the cool breeze confirmed to him what he had expected, that today would be a good day. It is because of this that he is perplexed at what his eyes now lay themselves upon. As the village comes into sight at the conclusion of his recent excursion into Tokyo, he recognizes trouble is afoot. Several members are opening sobbing as if they have lost a loved one. Little does he know that this assumption isn’t far from the truth. Standing amidst the chaos is his adopted father, Hiroshi, a look of sorrow emanating from his usually proud self.] Aiden Joseph: Hiroshi, what has happened?! Hiroshi: Disaster, Son Joseph. A rig carrying many gallons of crude oil has run ashore and its contents have all spilled into the bay. The fish, our livelihood, are gone. Aiden Joseph: This ... this cannot be. Hiroshi: I am afraid so. [He refuses to believe it until he sees it with his own eyes. With great haste Aiden rushes down a winding path that has not changed since the days of feudal Japan. It leads him to the foot of the bay and the end of his isolation. The instant the great sea comes into view, his speed slows as if he has suddenly become too afraid to accept the truth. What was once a beautiful topaz sea of life has turned into a wasteland of decay. To his knees he drops, overcome with the wrought of this stunning revelation. As his heart races and his breath quickens, a hand comes up from behind and places itself upon his shoulder as if it were determined to keep him from falling into madness.] Aiden Joseph: It’s gone. It’s all gone. Hiroshi: My family, and many others in this village, have fished this bay for many generations. We will now be forced to relocate, our traditions and history both coming to an untimely end. Though this is a sad day, I know that as this chapter ends another will ultimately begin for all of us. We cannot allow ourselves to become too attached to the past or there will be no place for us in this future. Aiden Joseph: Hiroshi, I do not want a new beginning. THIS was my new beginning and it has been taken from me! Taken by some incompetent fool who cannot steer a boat! Hiroshi: Calm yourself, Son Joseph. Aiden Joseph: I will not do such a thing, not until someone pays for this wrong. Hiroshi: I am afraid you will be waiting a long time, Son Joseph. The company whom owns the vessel has laid the blame on us. They point to our fishing nets as the culprit for the boat’s demise; an outlandish lie, of course. Unfortunately, we have little means to settle the matter legally and must come to terms with this - again if we are to move forward. I shall not live the rest of my life with revenge in my heart. Like yourself, Son Joseph. Aiden Joseph: Explain yourself, Hiroshi. It is unlike you to chide me. Hiroshi: I have said before that I sense must unrest in your heart, like now. You will always have a place with us, Son Joseph. But with this catastrophe I sense that your seclusion is waning and soon you will face your demons head on. Until that day, all sense of peace, here and elsewhere, will be nothing but an illusion. [Hiroshi’s words bear down upon his conscious like a five hundred pound rock of truth. If he is truly able to move onto the future he must first take a step back into his past. It is a journey that he would do anything to avoid, but as he works his way towards the sunken ship, he will soon discover all the motivation in the world. At first he thinks his eyes deceive him. Surely he did not read correctly. There written in plain English on the side of the boat is the name of the company that has painted this once serine body of water in black - ] Phillips’ Oil Thunderkiss: You sick son of a bitch, you just cannot allow me to have peace, can you? If it is your intent to hound me at every end of the Earth then let me save you the trouble. Daddy's coming home and won't be leaving until I know damn well you'll never look in my direction again.[FADE]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:13:15 GMT -5
Title: Revelations By: Buddy Ghee
The titantron comes up, around the end of the show. The camera is trained on Buddy's mysterious cart, but Buddy is nowhere to be found.
Theodore Wellington: I don't care. I just want that open. I'm sick of waiting.
Theodore and his bodyguard rush into the room, the guard holding a lead pipe.
Theodore Wellington: Open it. Now. Just... Just bust it open!
The lead pipe connects with the cart, shattering the glass in front of the shutters. As it's all cleared, the guard reaches into the cart and tears down the shutter. The camera is set up in a way that obscures the contents of this pandora's box.
Theodore Wellington: ... No... You've gotta be fucking kidding me.
Teddy reaches in, conjuring up a piece of paper. He clears his throat and reads it.
Theodore Wellington: "Dear Teddy Wellington... Believe it or not, pouncing on things that don't give you your way like a howler monkey doesn't solve anything. Try again next time... Buddy Ghee." Cute, Buddy. Real cute.
Buddy Ghee: Teddy, Teddy, Teddy...
The camera pans over to a TV screen, cross-fading into the action in the ring. Buddy stands, well dressed, standing next to a curtained object. The shape doesn't quite show off what it is, but it's obvious that it's the stipulation.
Buddy Ghee: What are we gonna do with you? I could have just let you reveal it. Why not? I don't know. I think I just like to fuck with you. It's funny. You pound around like an ape when you don't get your way. Hilarity! But enough of that. Let's get on with the show. The real main-event of the show. You don't care about all that, pfft... *Wrestling,* do you?
Let me tell you a quick story. I was in a much smaller promotion, hard to believe, I know, and I was in a title match against a gate we called Riker. He was one hardcore sonuvabitch. And this gate challenged me to a certain type of match. I only remember two things about this match: 1) I was in it, and 2) I won. It was so demanding, I couldn't remember a thing that happened.
It was the crowning moment of my career... Which... Is kinda depressing, once you think about it. This was my signature match from then on. What kind of match was this?
Buddy grasps the curtain, and throws it down in one fell swoop. The item was a coat rack. On either side was a spiked collar. A chain snaked around the rack in a serpentine coil.
Buddy Ghee: A dog collar match!
Buddy stands, grinning ear to ear, fans screaming applause. He lets his arms hang back as he takes it all in. Soon, Teddy's bodyguard hits the ramp. He starts sprinting for the ring, but Buddy hits him with a baseball slide as he gets close to the ropes. Shining Star fills the ring to applause as Buddy stands triumphantly in the ring... The camera fades out, signaling the end of the show.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:13:45 GMT -5
Reach Out and Take Fate -TJ and Danny Mainer *We open the scene as TJ is walking around backstage in his ring gear with a Flyers jersey on. Make that speed-walking. It seems TJ is looking for something, or someone. TJ stops in the middle of where two hallways cross and stops. He looks down both hallways and then sees that something or someone and sprints down the hall, knocking whatever and whoever gets in the way, including a fan trying to get his autograph.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh shit!
*TJ runs back and helps the fan up and signs the piece of paper and goes back to running for whatever it is he was running after.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ MAINER! MAINER!
*Danny Mainer: ACW World Heavyweight Champion, the thing that TJ was running after.*
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”TJ! TJ! See that’s annoying.”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I could have tackled you.
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Point, but I could have kicked you.”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Counter point. Anyways, I know you are looking for a partner.
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Oh do you?”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes. And no one, and I mean NOOOOOOO ONE, is more qualified nor wants to be your partner more than me.
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”So, you want to be my partner?”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes!
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”So what’s in it for you?”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I get to step in the ring with Chris, and that’s something that will make him second guess getting in the match.
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”And for me?”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I have the unique ability to break a man in half.
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”As much as that is great, I kinda want to break Chris myself.”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes, I figured that, but what I also possess is a certain type of skills-
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Who are you? Liam Neeson?”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, but what I about to say was that I also could take Chris out until Omega Effect where he will be 100% for you to take out, we both get what we want.
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I get a partner and a healthy Phenomenal at Omega Effect…”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And I get my hands, and my revenge, on Phenomenal.
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Alright then. TJ, you got the position.”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ YES! WOOOO! Mr. Mainer, you will not regret it.
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I don’t plan on it.”
*TJ and Mainer shake hands as they go their different ways, but not each look at the other’s eyes.*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:14:46 GMT -5
The door to Samuel Hawthorne’s office crashes open with a sudden thud, and as he looks up from his desk, he sees the eyes of Jason Freeman glaring into him from across the room. It is not a look that one wants to receive, and as Jason Freeman is holding a lead pipe in his left hand, Hawthorne realizes that he is in a bad spot. Things have always been tense between the two, but in a cordial fashion…Freeman has never wanted to let too much on and neither has Hawthorne. Some of that seems to be gone now however. There is no effort to hide the hostility. Hawthorne isn’t worried though. He is not going to allow himself to be bullied, and he knows as well as Freeman does that if Freeman was to actually strike him there would be hell to pay. He knows that Freeman is a loose cannon, but he values himself too much to screw himself over by physically assaulting his boss. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to do it, and Hawthorne knows that it is killing Freeman more to hold that pipe in his hand in the same room as Hawthorne, than it is killing Hawthorne to be in the same room as Freeman in this state.
Hawthorne: I assume you DO know, that if you were to hit me with that pipe your ACW contract would be instantly terminated, correct?
Freeman forces his face into a smirk that comes off more like a grimace. His eyes full of hatred, he advances closer to Hawthorne until he stands above his desk, and Freeman then leans down, his fists on Hawthorne’s desk and the pipe still in his hand. Hawthorne believes he is attempting to seem both intimidating and in control, but he is doing a worse job than he normally does, that’s for sure.
Freeman: We had a deal, did we not?
Hawthorne: Perhaps.
Freeman: Perhaps?
Hawthorne: We may have had a deal, but---
Freeman: No. Please stop talking, as I am speaking.
Hawthorne looks up at Freeman, and allows him to speak, but makes it clear that he is not at all intimidated.
Freeman: You see, two weeks ago I entered the Fallen Heroes battle royal. It was very important that I win. Now, of course I knew I had a very good shot at winning through intellect alone but that sometimes one needs an insurance policy. You had a little debt to me, and while I could have used that payment, I decided I would make that contract null and void if you would do one little thing for me…And you didn’t do that, did you?
Hawthorne: Hm? I’m afraid I don’t know what you---
Freeman: SILENCE!
A tense silence in the room, Freeman realizing that he is losing control, and he lowers his head breathing deeply, his shoulders rising and falling. Hawthorne knows that Freeman has allowed himself at times to lose slight control to add intimidation, but Hawthorne believes this was not one of those times. The pipe was supposed to intimidate him sure , but whatever Freeman had planned before he walked in the door is failing before his emotions. A tiger can’t change his stripes, Hawthorne thinks to himself. Freeman has always been an angry man with fiery emotions, and while he may be able to control them better now, they are still there, and Freeman may seem always in control but that is not always true. Most likely he had a plan of action, walked in the door, and lost it. The Fallen Heroes match was too important to him. Freeman finally looks up again, and this time talks in the calm, threatening tone that he has taken to since his return.
Freeman: You see, all was well. I eliminated The Senator, and XS3, and Theodore Wellington. It came down to me and Chris Phenomenal…and I was ready to throw him out of that match and claim my rightful prize. Then, before I know it, I find myself and him hitting the floor almost simultaneously, and I lay on that ground knowing what was going to happen. You see I was sure that that referee was going to call my name is the winner, as that seemed to be the obvious sequence of events, did it not? Since the opportunity came up where the referee’s being…influenced…towards a certain decision could be a bit of a help. But then they said HIS name, Hawthorne. HIS name.
Hawthorne: Perhaps I decided to let things run their course?
Freeman: Yes, but you see when one has a deal – especially a deal with a man such as myself – he is expected to follow through with the terms. Now Chris Phenomenal is going to Omega Effect, and that just should not be.
Hawthorne: Well, it seems you should have won the match then. Unfortunately you didn’t, and he did.
Freeman: I believe you’re missing the point here.
Hawthorne: NO, Freeman, I believe YOU are missing the point here. Yes, we had a deal. And you know what? I chose not to honor it. If you think that I got to my position today by honoring every single agreement that was ever presented to me, then you are not nearly as smart as you give yourself credit for. I decided that I wouldn’t like to honor your deal. I decided I did not want to be part of ANY of your deals, because you see Freeman, I am no longer going to be a slave to my debt to you. I am the chairman of this company, and I am in control. It was nice working with you but I am done, and had I gone through with what you wanted me to, it would have caused a great deal of unnecessary controversy that I am just not willing to invoke on account of you.
Freeman: Well, I’m afraid that there IS still the matter of the contract, and because you didn’t hold up my end I won’t hold up mine. And I would like to invoke that contract now, for good.
Hawthorne: Ah, there’s a slight problem.
Freeman: And that would be?
Hawthorne: Yes…your contract that entitles you to become chairman of this company for one night, is that right?
What?! Was this really what the contract entailed? What could Freeman have done with THAT power?
Hawthorne: Which no doubt you originally intended to use to somehow put yourself into a title match and end up stealing the world championship, did you not? Do you deny that? Well I do hate to tell you this Freeman, but it turns out I talked to the board of directors…and yes we do have a board of directors. Unfortunately I cannot overrule their decisions, and they decided that I did not have the power to give a chairman spot even just for a day. As I am the chairman it does seem a bit ridiculous, doesn’t it? One would think I could simply…give my position to another for the day. But they don’t see it that way, Freeman, and although we DID have a contract I would be obligated to fulfill, because I do not have the power to grant you that the contract is now null and void, and it seems that are dealings have been completed. While it will be sad to see you go, Im afraid I have no further need for your assistance, and now you can fight your way back up from the bottom like everybody else with absolutely no assistance from me. Thank you.
And Freeman bangs his fist on the desk as hard as he can, and his head snaps up, and for a second Hawthorne IS afraid…because while he thought he had figured Freeman out completely, he had not accounted for this. The look on Freeman’s face is one of utter rage and insanity. For a second…just one second, Hawthorne is truly sure that Freeman IS going to attack him, and that there will be nothing he can do about it. But once again Freeman calms himself down…
Freeman’s mind had become a whirlwind of emotions for a minute…and he can’t let that happen. So this is a setback…it’s time to think quick. It’s what he does. And he clears his mind…
Freeman: Well, that is an unfortunate occurrence.
Hawthorne: I suppose it is.
Freeman: Well, that is sad…but if there’s anything else I can assist you with.
Hawthorne: There isn’t.
Freeman: Anything you need t---
Hawthorne: No.
Freeman: Or any problem you may b---
Hawthorne: Freeman.
Freeman: …
Hawthorne: Leave. My. Office.
Freeman: …
Hawthorne: NOW.
Freeman continues his heavy breathing, and there is a tense silence, and now it seems Hawthorne has gotten the advantage. Freeman has been defeated. He has been gotten the best of…and he has nothing to do. They say a caged animal is most vicious, but this must not be the case. Freeman’s quick mind apparently is unable to think of anything under the circumstances, as he was certainly taken by surprise…and he can do nothing but look down, and slowly turn away and begin making his way to the door…his fists clenched. Freeman cannot see the smile that passes Hawthorne’s face. The weight that is finally off his shoulders.
Then Freeman pauses.
And suddenly Freeman’s demeanor changes.
Freeman: What about BK London?
Hawthorne: …
Freeman: …
Silence.
Hawthorne: What do you mean?
Freeman: You have power, Hawthorne. But not enough. You don’t want BK London here, REALLY, do you? You would like him gone. But the board of directors is above you. And you know that THEY want him here, don’t you? I mean they inducted him into the hall of fame. He’s good for ratings. It only makes sense they’d want him around. But YOU don’t want him here. And Chris Phenomenal may beat him…but he won’t be gone, Hawthorne. He’ll still be around.
Hawthorne: I can handle that myself.
Freeman: But can you? Let me let you in on a little secret, Hawthorne. People don’t like you. I don’t mingle with the other faces in the lockerroom, but even I know you aren’t popular. In fact, some people who don’t even like BK London are happy he’s around…just because they know that it must be making you feel weak. Powerless. They want to see you brought down a peg. And the sad part is that it will work. Because as long as BK London is around all anyone will be able to think is that you can’t get rid of him. And maybe they’re hoping you’ll at least push him far enough so that he’ll get his hands on you.
Hawthorne: You exaggerate.
Freeman: Do I? Well, if you say so. But you see…there is something I could do to help you. I could take care of BK London. I could make sure he never shows his face here again. I would do it. For a price.
Hawthorne glares. Freeman has just turned around, and now the tide has shifted. Hawthorne knows he can’t accept this proposal…but yet…Freeman’s words ring inside of his ears. Freeman was almost out the door and Hawthorne curses himself for even listening to him speak. But he can’t unhear. It is true that Hawthorne had used the directors as an excuse to get out of the contract with Freeman, in what he thought was a genius move. However it was also true he had some resentment that BK London was offered that hall of fame spot. He had been the only one opposed, and he did not want BK London on ACW TV ever again and yet here he was. And had Hawthorne had the power he wanted that never would have happened.
Yes, he would do anything to get rid of him. But to put himself further in debt to Freeman?
Hawthorne: I am not going to offer you any---
Freeman: It doesn’t have to be complicated. I won’t ask for anything elaborate. Something simple. A world title shot for example.
Hawthorne: …
Freeman: An easy choice for you, I would think.
Hawthorne: You…You…You have to give at least one week’s notice.
Freeman: Hm?
Hawthorne: None of your sly tricks…you can’t cash this in whenever you decide. You need to announce your decision to challenge and leave one week for the match.
Freeman: Done.
Hawthorne: And…you cannot assault your opponent before the bell, nor HAVE him assaulted, or you will lose your shot.
Freeman: As you wish.
Hawthorne: Well…then…IF you can do what you say, and IF you get rid of BK London for me…then…you can have the title shot you ask for. But only then.
Freeman: Well, I'm glad we could see eye to eye.
Hawthorne: Yes...as am I.
Freeman: Good. We're both happy, then.
And Freeman turns, opening the door and shutting it behind him...as Hawthorne puts his head in his hands still seated behind his desk. How could he have acceepted that offer? He was free from Freeman but for some reason he had caved in. Why? But he knew what did it...for as much as he hated feeling in debt to Freeman there was something that annoyed him that much more, and that was the presence of BK London on HIS show. So if Freeman fails, then Hawthorne is not required to give him anything...but if Freeman could succeed? Well, then he couldf inally get BK London out of his hair forever...Freeman would receive his title shot which is a lot less harmfiul then the other requests Freeman had had - after all, Hawthorne could determine the number 1 contender anyways, it was part of his job. And then Freeman WOULD be out of his hair, becuase he would have received what he wanted.
Hawthorne vowed to himself that after this, Freeman was done with him. There WOULD be no more deals. This is THE last one...although he had said that before. It didn't matter though, this one had too good to pass up. Half of him hoped Freeman would fail so he wouldn't have to give him that title shot...but he knew that that was just his brain speaking. Deep inside...he knew that he wanted Freeman to succeed. Anything to get rid of BK London. Anything. Now all that was left was to watch and see what would happen. It was out of his hands.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:16:35 GMT -5
Seeking a Partner in the Moonlight. Chris Phenomenal and Scorpion
The Witching Hour. As the last glimpses of light fade into the oblivion, we’re taken to the rooftop of the Sprint Center in Kansas City, looking down at the sprawling metropolis that unfolds before it. The Urban white noise simmers in the background, the murmur of voices and the faint wail of emergency sirens. In the downtown core the buildings are dark save for a few windows, workers powering through some long overdue work. Panning around the off side, the silhouette of a man is on the roof, gazing up at the moon now shining brightly in the sky.
The Lotus Position. Used to deepen ones meditation, it has been used for centuries to encourage one to retreat within one’s self. Shiva the Ascetic Hindu God, Siddhartha Gautama the founder of Buddhism and now The Scorpion, devout follower of the one true God. He sits shirtless, the cool winter air rushing across his scarred back and occasionally sending a shiver down his spine. Only the faint sound of exhalation can be heard coming from him, the rise and fall of his breastbone the only indication of life from his body. Devout Buddhists and Hindu’s spend their entire lives struggling to reach the bliss filled state, pre-Moksha, which the Scorpion has entered. The true release from the human body as one grows closer to the end, a return to nothing.
For Scorpion however, the end is not the desire, at least not at the moment. Though he longs to be re-united with the Lord, he acknowledges that too gain his favor he must accomplish his mission. The Gentiles must be purified, the corruption of His earth must be brought down and natural order restored. He must magnify him beyond comprehension; unify the beasts in the field, the fish in the sea, the birds in the sky and every other life form on earth under his banner of love and mercy. In order to achieve the end, the stones must fall, the first of which is ACW.
As he breathes out once again, the chantra filling his reposes, a second presence steps out onto the roof. Whereas the Scorpion alone belies a spiritual quality, a certain calming aura exuding from his body, the second presence is one of distress and in some ways despair. The black of his heart makes the night look like the sun, the uncaring disposition setting him apart from nearly everyone else…save for The Scorpion.
Though they may not appear to be alike, in fact their differences are quite noticeable, the juxtaposition between the calm, calculated Scorpion presenting a stark contrast to the anger filled impulsivity of Chris Phenomenal, they do share one common trait that powers their souls. Love, and love for only one. For Scorpion, it is his God, the all powerful, the omnipotent, omnipresent and omnibenevolent being. Chris on the other hand, it’s all about one women, Paige, the girl he fought so hard to save, to love, to be with. The one he was willing to drop the title and quit wrestling for.
Walking up beside the seated Scorpion, his black locks cascading down to about shoulder length, Chris takes his time in addressing the man, their chance meeting almost two months ago at Madness still vivid in his mind. In fact, that is why he is here, the audacity to stand up the present champion, the presence he presented, the power that he exuded that evening. With Thunderkiss and Senator out of the question, he knew he was running out of time and potential partners with sufficient skill to take on TJ and Danny Mainer. He needed someone who would take everything they had and give it back to them tenfold, to not break at the slightest bit of pain. This match went against nearly everything he had grown to believe, The Senator had in some ways betrayed him, casting him off on his own to further his career. Macho Man RDK had shown up, rekindled the Mega Star Alliance only to leave for Hollywood two weeks later. At some point in his life, everyone had abandoned him.
Scorpion wouldn’t however, the fear of his Lord and the consequences for his failure would see to that. He had seen the marks on the back, had heard about self-flagellation and put two and two together. He knew that this was the man who could assist him in victory, in sending a message to Danny Mainer and TJ that their temporary coalition based out of hate for him, would not survive the night. He needed a partner who was willing to do anything, a partner that would leave only a scrap of Danny Mainer for Omega Effect and allow Chris an easy walk out with HIS World Heavyweight Championship. Who better than Scorpion? A man who has sought to cleanse the world of sin, or lechery, of everything unholy…Danny Mainer in a nutshell.
Sitting beside his hopeful partner, Chris doesn’t attempt to enter the Lotus position, instead sits straight legged looking out over Kansas City, waiting for Scorpion to acknowledge him. The moon moves slowly overhead as Scorpion sits unresponsive to the interruption until a small gust of wind comes across his back at which point he calmly speaks to Chris in hushed tone.
The Scorpion: So I say to you, ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.
The Sermon on the Mount. One of the most beautiful passages from scripture, the giving of the beatitudes, the revelation of the way to eternal life at the feet of the father. The words of the Nazarene paving the way for the followers to enter the Kingdom of the one true Lord.
Chris Phenomenal: I need three loaves.
The Scorpion hears the words and draws them in before slowly emerging from the Lotus position. Unwinding his feet from themselves and slowly drawing his head up. He slowly opens his eyes, batting them once to adjust from the light of his Lord to the darkness he created to give rest to his peoples. Without turning to Chris, he responds from the same passage.
The Scorpion: He who is not with me is against me, and he who does not gather with me, scatters.
Chris Phenomenal: For where two or three have gathered together in my name, I am there in their midst.
Chris smiles slightly to himself, Sunday church services with Senator finally paying dividends as Scorpion turns his head towards him. Shooting him the slightest of glares, The Scorpion turns away and looks into the moonlight once more before continuing.
The Scorpion: And you experts in the law, woe to you, because you load people down with burdens they can hardly carry and you yourselves will not lift one finger to help them. Woe to you, because you build tombs for the prophets, and it was your forefathers who killed them. So you testify that you approve of what your forefathers did; they killed the prophets, and you build their tombs. Because of this, God in his wisdom said, ‘I will send them prophets and apostles, some of whom they will kill and others they will persecute. Therefore this generation will be held responsible for the blood of all the prophets that has been shed since the beginning of the world, from the blood of Abel to the blood of Zechariah, who was killed between the altar and the sanctuary. Yes, I tell you, this generation will be held responsible for it all.
A slight pause as another gust of wind blows across the top of the Sprint Center.
Chris Phenomenal: Are you the son of the Lord?
The Scorpion: You seem to believe so.
Another pause, this time as Chris tries to find the words but is unable to as the Scorpion speaks up.
The Scorpion: You seek assistance from one who would be your enemy. What is your reason for such an act? Your answer, however, is irrelevant, for you will not find your desires here. You have swept around the house in search of a single coin but alas, your search shall continue.
Chris Phenomenal: I’ve given you a chance to cleanse this company of one of its greatest offenders, of one of the people who brings the greatest dishonor to our lord, who…
The Scorpion: Our lord? Do you truly wish to insinuate that you have a mind capable of comprehending the desires of heavenly overlords? Do you truly believe in your inner spirit that you are capable of manifesting the heavenly father’s grace? Do you truly feel that you are worthy to draw the same breath as one such as I? If these questions are indeed true, then you are even more misguided than I initially thought.
The moon faintly illuminates the rooftop and lands right on the now crimson cheeks of Chris Phenomenal. Anger beginning to take hold, rational thought starting to cease.
Chris Phenomenal: It is cowardice isn’t it? You talked a big game in front of your lord when you were beating yourself with that strap, about how you would continue to serve him but when you are given the chance, when he acts through a messenger to give you a shot at atonement you dismiss it. Remember what you said, “‘I will send them prophets and apostles, some of whom they will kill and others they will persecute.” When your hour comes and you face down the lord, remember this night.
The Scorpion: “Beware of false prophets who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly they are ravening wolves.” Matthew 7:15. If you truly desire the eradication of all false pretenses of human potential, does that not include you as well? Only a false prophet would charge headstrong towards his enemy while claiming to serve the same cause. Are you willing to be destroyed along with your foes?
Chris Phenomenal: You shall not put the LORD your God to the test, as you tested Him at Massah.
The Scorpion: You couldn’t even begin to fathom the meaning of that statement.
The Scorpion turns and sets Chris with a glare but doesn’t move him. The two stare at each other for a moment before The Scorpion speaks.
The Scorpion: Our business is done. I bid you take your leave.
Chris Phenomenal: And if I refuse?
The hostile tone of Chris’ voice cannot be mistaken. However, The Scorpion calmly turns his back to Chris and seemingly gazes out into the sky. Holding this position, The Scorpion raises his voice and for the first time speaks at a volume higher than a whisper.
The Scorpion: Do you see the marks on my back, the agony I inflicted upon myself? Imagine what I would do to you. For now the Holy Father stays my hand, but for how long is another question entirely.
Chris stares at him emotionless, weighing the odds before slowly retreating, again The Scorpion getting the better of him. He disappears into the shadows as The Scorpion looks back up at the moon.
The Scorpion: On this night peace still reigns supreme. However, our battle will come soon…
And on that note, we fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:17:02 GMT -5
Segment: Interrupting co—MOOOOOOOO (Credit: XS3)
In the back, we see Samuel Hawthorne at his desk, doing some last-minute paperwork. A knock at the door interrupts his thought process, and he acknowledges the person doing so.
Hawthorne: Come in.
The door swings open, as Hawthorne puts his work away for the time being. In comes XS3, wearing his ring attire and a raised hoody. The crowd can be heard cheering in the background.
XS3: You... wanted to see me?
Hawthorne: Ah yes, have a seat.
XS3 complies with his employer, and takes a seat.
Hawthorne: You see, Matt... I'm a little concerned about your recent performances here in ACW. You haven't picked up a victory since March... Dare I say it, you've lost your edge.
XS3: I--
Hawthorne: And with the recent return of Jake Steele, Danny Mainer becoming world champion, and folks like Laron Xavier debuting, I have a feeling you'll be lost in the shuffle.
XS3: Well, I--
Hawthorne: So I'm giving you until Omega Effect to impress me, and make an impact. Go out there against Jason Freeman, and show why you're a true veteran.
XS3: Okay, but I--
Hawthorne: That is all. Now if you don't mind, I'm a very busy man.
XS3: ...
Upon seeing Hawthorne resume his work, XS3 has a look of disdain on his face for his boss. XS3 slowly stands up from the chair, not taking his eyes off of Hawthorne with his disgusted look, and slowly exits the office. He shoots Hawthorne one last glare before closing the door behind him. XS3 is seen outside the office doors, and looks around before going towards a table with a coffee machine and cups on it. He grabs the table and flips it over in a rage, kicking at an equipment box before walking off down the hallway in a furious manner, cursing under his breath as he does so.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:17:14 GMT -5
XS3 vs. Jason FreemanChris PhenomenalThis match sparked the return of Jason Freeman to the ACW ring in a normal match. At Fallen Heroes, he fell just short eventually succumbing to Chris Phenomenal. For his opponent, XS3, it was all about regaining the momentum he once had, nearly beating Chris Phenomenal at Madness for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. Both men needed the victory heading into Omega Effect, but the main question throughout this match was who would get it. The match started off with XS3trying to push the pace and succeeding. A collar and elbow tie up started the match, appearing to be to the advantage of Jason Freeman. Jason backed XS3 into a corner and broke the hold, but before he could connect with a knife ends chop XS3 ducked out of the way and pushed Jason into the corner. Two European uppercuts rocked Jason, before XS3 went and took it up a notch executing a set of shoulder thrusts that took nearly all the wind out of freeman before sending crashing to the mat with a hip toss. As Jason tried to get to his feet XS3 connected with a spinning side kick to the temple that floored Jason. XS3 quickly went for the cover but was only able to get a two count. XS3 immediately pulled Jason up, but not for long as he kept pushing the pace with a snapmere and then a kick to the back, stunning Jason. XS3 hit the fair ropes running and hit a low drop kick once again flattening Jason for a two count. As XS3 got to his feet Jason rolled out of the ring , shaking his head obviously not having got off to the start he wanted to in his return to ACW. McNally: Jason Freeman seems a bit off of his game coming here out of the gate.
Edison: I’d chalk it up to ring rust. He’s been out of singles action for over four months and XS3 isn’t the type of opponent you want to return against.After gathering himself Jason Freeman slowly climbed back into the ring, making sure that XS3 could not catch him off his guard. The two circled before Jason extended one arm with his hand open challenging XS3 to a test of Strength. XS3 accepted and took his hand but Jason dropped out and delivered a knee to the gut, doubling XS3 over. A clubbing blow to the back ensued dropping XS3 to one knee. As he tried to get back to a solid base Jason delivered with a toe kick before taking XS3 down with an Head Driving STO. Jason rolled him over and hooked the outside leg, but was unable to put XS3 away as he kicked out at two. Jason pulled XS3 to his feet looking to put an end to the match as he hit him with a brain chop, served more to mock XS3 than damage him but the following Spicy Drop did. The match appeared to be over as Jason hooked the leg and rolled up onto the shoulders of XS3, but still XS3 managed to hang on grabbing a hold of the bottom rope to break up the fall. McNally: Quick turn around by Jason Freeman from the slow start to the impressive come back.
Edison: XS3 isn’t going to go down that easily however.XS3 slowly crawled to his feet, looking to be hanging in by a slim thread of hope. As he got to one knee Jason Freeman charged in, looking to hit the Shining Axe Kick but XS3 ducked out of the way forcing Jason to hit the ropes. On the rebound Jason looked to hit a lariat but XS3 ducked under it and went off the far rope at which point they connected with a double clothesline. Both men were down for a moment and as they got up, a succession of high paced grappling moves ensued with XS3 getting the advantage after the Ralph Klein special. He nearly ended but Freeman kicked out and when he pulled him up, Freeman took a slight beating, a number of punches and chops before poking XS3 in the eye and then connecting with a lifting complete shot that got him a two count. Jason rolled to his feet, flustered at the fact that the high impact move did not finish XS3. XS3 slowly got to his feet still feeling the effects of the elbow and Jason took advantage, with a knee to the gut doubling XS3 over and then a stomp to his knee dropping him down to one knee. Jason broke into a gallop hitting the ropes before coming back and connecting with the Shining Axe Kick for the winning fall. Winner: Jason Freeman
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:17:52 GMT -5
Save for Trace
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:18:28 GMT -5
Last Ziggles Save.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:22:34 GMT -5
A New Outlook [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] It has been a while since Vortex last attended Warfare. As Vortex walks through the halls, he looks at the many new faces that have joined ACW. While Vortex may have been there long before any of them, he knows that underestimating any opponent is a very bad idea.
As Vortex roams the halls, he ponders who the other Crucible members are. After the phone call with Hawthorne, Vortex expected a follow up notifying him of his opponents…however, he had received none. This could be a ploy by Hawthorne to spice up the match, and from the chatter it would seem that there might even be open competition for the spots.
As Vortex’s phone call with Hawthorne was unannounced to the public, his fans had no idea that he is in the building this evening. As there was no match going on now, and no one else was occupying the ring, Vortex pondered going out himself. Vortex approaches the curtain and then stops, looking downward. Vortex says a few words to the object he is carrying and then steps through the curtain.
The arena lights are brighter than he remembers, however they quickly die down and cause the once active audience to become silent. Two spotlights illuminate Vortex, and the crowd noise begins to rise as an orchestral cover of ‘Toxicity’ by System of a Down fills the air.
Pyros shoot up and down the entrance ramp and Vortex holds up the object in his hand…a nine iron with a sock on the end of it. The cheers for Vortex turn into confusion, and he only laughs as he begins making his way to the ring. The most striking aspect of this sudden change in entrance was what Vortex was wearing. Gone are the respectable clothes he is known to don. Now, Vortex sports a full beard, jeans, and a flannel shirt.
It would seem that Vortex has become just a little bit crazier since his last appearance.
Vortex walks around the ring, takes a microphone, slides the nine iron under the ropes, and rolls into the ring. Vortex picks up the nine iron once more, looks at it for a few seconds, and then sits in one of the ring corners. The music dies down and the lights rise, causing Vortex to squint at the brightness. It almost appears as if he has not seen the light of day for the past three months.Vortex: Hey.There is no roar of welcoming, only awkward silence. Vortex: Over the time I was away, I have changed my outlook on things. Before, I was restrained…too focused on the near goals and not enough on the overall picture. I have been roaming the country for the past few months, seeking a way to free myself. I have found that, but in a most unexpected way. Vortex looks down at the nine iron. It is well worn, slightly bent, and has grass stains on the handle. The sock that occupied the top of the club was white, and had a smiley face on it in black sharpie. It was unknown if Vortex had put this on himself, or if he had found the club. Either way, the audience was completely unsure of how to react.Vortex: You see, Fred here reminds me of why stress is a bad thing. That was my problem, I was stressed out and therefore unable to compete at the level required of me. Being thrown into the World Title scene so soon after losing the Entertainment Title put more strain on my psyche than I would have liked and so I had to flee. I did not know where to go, and what to do so I simply roamed the country. Then I found Fred. Instead of booing Vortex out of the building, or starting a ‘boring’ chant, those in attendance sit there listening. The man may be completely out of it, but apparently, his ramblings were entertaining.Vortex: Fred is actually the name of a boy about 14 years of age. He enjoyed golf, and was rather good at it. I met him on the course one day as he was practicing for a local tournament. Fred was really a very bright kid; however, he was also pushed to his limits. Being a total stranger, he was reluctant to tell me much about his life, and as the course was private, I was quickly hauled off. I could tell there was something wrong though…and a few weeks later, I read that Fred had lost the competition he was in, and bludgeoned the person who won to death with a nine iron. Vortex looks sadly down at ‘Fred’, running hi s fingers up and down the club. The lights were very bright…however, the people needed to hear this message.Vortex: A few days later, I found this club, and named it after Fred. I had to find out why people were so troubled. Therefore, I went on a cross-country tour to find those like Fred, if only to discover what it was that makes people break. Some of you may be at this point, however do not fret. There are many bowls, and only so much water to go around. Vortex looks up at the lights. Those in attendance simply stare in wonder as Vortex gazes up at the rafters for a good thirty seconds. Suddenly his transfixion with the lights ends and Vortex snaps his head downward. Vortex: To get to a point more relevant to your interests, ACW is holding The Crucible once again this year. I do not know who is entered…other than me. This brings the crowd to life, and a small pop echoes through the arena. They may not know—or give a damn—about Fred, however any ladder match involving Vortex was sure to be entertaining.Vortex: Once I ascertain who my opponents are, I will be better able to form a battle plan. As of now, all is mystery. I thank you for your time, and ask you not to take life too seriously as it passes by far too quickly. Vortex drops the microphone and holds up Fred once more. There is little reaction to this gesture, and Vortex simply roles out of the ring cradling the club. As he makes his way to the back, those watching wonder if this is the beginning of a new Vortex, or the end of Vortex, as they know him.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:24:08 GMT -5
How I Became A Wrestler Pt. 2 Laron Xavier “Look at dat ass shake.” As we hightailed it after the two girls I turned and looked at Griff before gesturing at the one on the right. He got the message as I put on a slight burst of speed to cut in front of him before slowing up to keep even. As we gained on the girls they must have heard the slap of the leather from our shoes on the pavement as they slowed up and turned around to face us. “Fuck!” That was about all I could think as she turned around. From afar I could tell she was a looker but up close, again., “Fuck!” Coming to a halt near them, she leaned to look past me before turning around. “So, who are you runnin’ from?” My heart skipped a beat as she spoke, her sweet refrain like that of an angel. “I don’ run from Nigga’s shawty, Nigga’s run from me.”She chuckled as I smiled slyly, flashing her just a small part of my smile, knowing I was working her over. I looked at her and even though I could see Griff making an ass out of himself on the corner I wasn’t going to bail him out here, not with that fine piece of ass in front of me. Her chuckle turned into a quizzical look as she looked me once over before nodding her head. “I know you, you’re Laron Xavier.” I’d never seen her before and yet she knew my name. On the streets of Compton, that was either good or bad. I wasn’t into the sort of shit that got a Nigga shot so I figured it was good. “Da one and only shawty.” I wasn’t going to play this hoe slow, naw, she seemed like the type who liked it rough, fast and hard. “So, why are da two of ya wanderin’ da streets at dis hour. Ya don’ look like workin’ women.” I smiled as she gave me a slight look before lifting the short jean skirt up slightly seductively. “Damn girl, ya sure know how t’ play a Nigga.” She gave me the wink and I knew I was hooked. “So how ya know da one and on’y. I ain’t neva seen ya ‘round da school befo’?” “You don’t remember me boo?” “Boo.” Immediately my thoughts went back about ten years, in the old project buildings. I marked down every girl in my mind and couldn’t remember there ever being a white girl. “How does she know ‘bout Boo.” I knew I was struggling and it apparently showed as she jumped in, saving me from my own struggle. “DJ…” “…Quik.” That was a long time ago, a project for some of the inner city kids to go, let Quik get some good publicity in front of the media, showing all the good he was doing for Compton. Really, it was all about getting kids some exposure to the Tree Top Piru’s, see the shit they had that there parents couldn’t afford. Shit that could be theirs if they joined up. “Amanda” she said as I came out of my own thoughts of the Piru’s and focused all my attention on her. It was her turn to be stuck in a quandary, whether to give me a hug or to extend a hand. I wasn’t sure what social convention dictated so I resorted to typical Laron behavior. “Hammer time.” She smiled, recalling the joke as I started doing my best Hammer move. “Fuckin’ Nigga couldn’t dance, couldn’t rap, wa’ just fuckin’ bullshit. Worse, he’s betta known den Eazy E and DJ Yella now.” My contempt and loathing of Hammer was renowned, even more so than my complete and utter dislike of everything from those east coast Nigga’s. Jumping back to reality, I looked at Amanda who grabbed hold and embraced me like an old friend. I managed to steal a peek at Griff and he’d seemingly turned the tables, sitting on the curb gettin’ personal with his girl. “So what are ya two doin’ dis evenin’?” She turned and looked at her friend who was neck deep in Griffs grill causing her to turn back and smile at me. “Nothin’.” I gave her a smile as the cogs started spinning in my head. Here we had two wonderful pieces of teenage pussy right in front of us, more than willing to go the distance, all we needed was to seal the deal. “Shawty, ya even been down to Freshy’s.” Freshy’s was the name of a basement club in Compton, very few people were allowed to enter but once you were in, you’d never forget it. A lot of the greatest rappers on the west coast got their introduction down their, if you made it there, you could make it in the main stream with all the fake ass niggers listening to your shit. “Naw, that’s just some fairy tale…” “It’s real shawty, fact we can go tonight if ya want.”At the mention of Frenchy’s Griff had stopped mackin’ his hoe and shot me a look. He knew it was real but didn’t know I was in on the list. I didn’t need him following me in then hyping up those east coast honkies. I was due up on the mic’ tonight and I knew it was my chance to get my mom out of Compton, to make it so she’d never have to work again. “So Shawty, ya in?” Amanda didn’t even hesitate for a moment. “Yeah, I’m down.” I needed to get back to my crib to get ready for the evening. Basketball shorts, ratty school t-shirt just wasn’t going to cut it on the stage. “This is the night boi, ya can’t fuck dis shit up. Shawty’s, cash money, it’s ya chance to make a name fo’ ya self.” I gave Amanda a smile and a slight nod before pulling away for a moment. “Meet me at Myrrh and Willowbrook at nine and we’ll head over.” I whispered in her ear. “Alright.” Griff looked up at me and nodded his head towards the girl he’d been getting to know. “Nigga’s gon’ get lucky tonight fo’ sure.” I got the gesture and with an acknowledging head nod bid him farewell for the evening. “I’m sorry ya can’t come nigga, ya just a fuck head who’d get ya self shot there.” I knew he understood and beside, if he actually got some he’d forget all about it. “ I’ve got to go get ready. I’ll see you there.” I smiled at Amanda as she melted my heart again with a slight reciprocated smile. “Alright boo.” I gave her a look and at that point, we both knew this was going to be a night hat changed our lives. We didn’t know by how much though.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 17, 2010 22:25:11 GMT -5
The price of pride. -Ryan Cole
We cut to Charlotte King outside Ryan Cole's locker room yet again. however as she attempts to enter the door quickly slams back on her wrenching her shoulder
King: OW!
Cole:Really not the best time Ms. King
Rather than just leave she shushes her camera crew and leans in towards the door trying to listen in.
"Campbell."
A curious grunt replies. "Freeman hasn't tried to get in contact has he"
Silence as King tries to discern if the Enforcer with Etiquette is speaking
"or a man so determind he gave up rather quickly, Don't you think?
"Or maybe he wants me to stew on it."
"Maybe he thinks his offer will become more appealing with time."
"Campbell you're from Oxford right?"
A soft "Uh-huh" replies
"And you went to University there right?
The same "Uh-huh" this time with a hint of pride.
"So you're a smart man"
"And you've known me for years right?"
"You know me pretty well as a person."
"So Dominic, riddle me this."
"Do you think I would ever sacrifice my pride to become a lacky to someone like Freeman?
Another short silence.
"Exatly."
"How about this."
"DO you think I should?"
Another silence but this time awkwardly long
"Campbell?"
"Yes."
A dissapointed sigh escapes the room.
"Always honest Campbell, one of us has to be I suppose."
"So you think I should, but Dominic the question is do you think I will?
A low pitched chuckle escapes the mouth of the normally stoic Dominic Campbell
"Hah. No."
"Right again,my friend."
"I can achieve my aims on my own and I don't need Freeman to help me attain them. And I hope that he remembers that fact.
"And Ms. King, if you'd be so kind could yu make sure Jason gets that message from me"
Charlotte panics on the other side of the door nearly tumbling over but she manages to prop herself up against the door.
"Uh.. Sure."
"My thanks."
"Now please leave Ms. King and I do apologise if I hurt you I didn't intend too."
The door suddenly opens and Charlotte, her support removed goes tumbling to the ground.
"If I was trying to hurt you, you'd most certainly know it."
"Goodbye Ms. King."
The door closes again as Charlotte dusts herself off attempting to glare a hole in the door.
End
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