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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:17:59 GMT -5
One Fall to a Finish Ben Hately vs. Adrian Baird Ben Hately made his debut in the ring two weeks ago and walked out victorious against Jeff Jones. This week however, the task gets a little tougher as he takes on the angry Scot in Adrian Baird. On the same show that Hately won on, Baird was embarrassed as he lost to Danny Mainer. Will Hately be able to use mystery and subterfuge to hand Baird another loss or will Adrian go William Wallace on his ass
One Fall to a Finish Ryan Cole vs. Trace Birmingham Ryan Cole has been making waves throughout ACW, going undefeated up and too this point. This week however he has to step it up as he takes on Trace Birmingham who despite his lack luster win loss record has become a fan favorite in ACW for his antics. Will Cole be able to set Birmingham back or will the two week lay off effect him and allow Trace to pick up the win.
One Fall to a Finish The Scorpion vs. Jason Freeman In a match that could one day be for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship, The Scorpion takes on Jason Freeman. For The Scorpion, it's all about continuing to elevate his game as he heads towards Omega Effect and towards the upper echelon of the stars and for Jason Freeman, sending a message to Danny Mainer and Chris Phenomenal that once he's dispatched BK London he's coming for them.
Main Event
ACW Entertainment Championship TJ (C) vs. Buddy Ghee vs. Theodore Wellington Back and forth, these three men have all come across each other in some way shape or form and now they do it in one match for the Entertainment Championship. For Buddy Ghee, it's about proving that he can be a difference maker, worthy of the ACW Entertainment Championship. Theodore Wellington has made it known he feels that the title is beneath him in ways, going after both Chris Phenomenal and Danny Mainer but expects to add the belt to his trophy collection. TJ will look to make sure he doesn't lose it again, having it stolen right out from under his nose. No matter the outcome, it's sure to be a slobberknocker.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:21:43 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. Lawrence isn't the largest town but with the sold out Allen Fieldhouse playing host to this evening's events, many people from the surrounding areas have made the journey in. 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 four weeks away. We then are interrupted by Theodore Wellington.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:22:09 GMT -5
Segment: What We All Waited For Credit: Theodore Wellington After the usual fireworks and sign waving from the fans the camera finishes its sweep around the arena and stops at the entrance ramp. What better, or more annoying, way is there to start Warfare than “My Time” blasting through the speakers signaling Theodore Wellington’s entrance. The fans boo and groan as they thought they had time before he would be out.
Theodore however does not come out, instead his face pops up on the Alphatron and his usually cocky smile is plastered across his face. He waits for the fans to die down on the jeers and he begins to address them.Theodore Wellington: As you can see, there is no big ogre behind me…no silent yet deadly macho man…no waste of money who can’t even do his job right. It’s just Theodore Wellington sitting before you, the soon to be Entertainment Champion. Boo’s and a couple of chuckles from the fansTheodore Wellington: You can laugh, boo, riot, or whatever makes you feel better, however you cannot stop the future! And this future is long overdue, this match is long overdue. After all the running, hiding, and politicking that has kept me away from the Entertainment Belt, it was unavoidable that the Soul of Bullshit would be set up to lose the title to me STILL. Now I am out here now to let everyone play catch up on the Entertainment Title match later tonight. He points to the Alphatron where a timeline comes up with blank spots on it. The first blank spot starts showing a highlight.[/I] McNally: It appears as if we’re ready to go here with our main event of the evening.
Edison: I personally can’t wait for this to be honest. These two have a storied history outside of the hallowed ACW halls and tonight they bring their intense dislike for the other into the black and gold squared circle.
McNally: It’s a real heavyweight bout here as well. We’ve seen some smaller wrestlers really take over ACW, the only two big names I can recall in ACW is Hitman of the Gods and Thunderkiss who are sadly no longer with us.
Edison: Quite a shame as well. Thunderkiss’ return early this year had a lot of promise but Chris Phenomenal made sure that he was tucked a…
WAIT A MINUTE!
**CRACK**
McNally: What in the name of Parker is he doing out here.As McNally speaks the camera rapidly cuts back into the ring and shows Criminal standing over TJ with a steel chair in his hand. He looks down at the Entertainment Title that TJ won from him two months ago before dropping it and ducking out of the ring and grabbing a microphone from ringside.Criminal: Let’s be honest with ourselves, this big oaf is not fit to wear my title belt. Not fit to hold the Entertainment Title. So tonight, we’re not going to see a “Champion vs. Champion” match that no one wants to see. Instead we’re going to have an Entertainment Title defense. RIGHT NOW!
McNally: How, how can he do that?
Edison: I don’t know but from what I can pick up, he’s mentioning something about a re-match clause.Sure enough, that’s what it is as Criminal slides into the ring as TJ is trying to gather himself, not even sure of what is going on as Joey Reynolds calls for the bell. Criminal waits patiently as TJ turns around from the ropes and walks right into The Heist from Criminal. The Ace Crusher sending the big man plummeting into the canvas. The shocked Joey Reynolds quickly makes the cover as TJ appears to be out.
…1 …2 …3
NO!
Somehow TJ manages to roll his shoulder off the canvas but he’s definitely feeling the effects of both the chair shot and the Ace Crusher and Criminal knows it. Getting to his feet he does pretty much the same thing he did as TJ got up the first time, knowing that he’s out on his feet. TJ slowly pulls himself up and again turns around, his eyes glazed over showing signs of a possible concussion. This works all to well for Criminal who leaps up and plants TJ with a second heist and TJ simply stops after the impact. Criminal pulls him away from the ropes slightly before hooking the leg after rolling him over, Joey Reynolds making the count.
…1 …2 …3McNally: Criminal has stolen the Entertainment Title
Edison: Quite fitting actually when you think about it.[/quote] Theodore Wellington: It all started when TJ managed to get his ass handed to him by a no good Criminal. Now, did I love seeing TJ get knocked out? Of Course, but was I going to let Criminal wear that belt? HELL NO! Talentless, dirty, and undeserving was Criminal and I was going to change that! Take him on and win that belt from him inside a steel cage! Until… The second spot on the Alphatron Timeline flashes and another highlight plays.Theodore Wellington: That’s right…Hawthorne took advantage of a situation and screwed me over! Could I have fought that and changed it? Yes, but was it worth my time…Not at all. The world title was the big picture and that’s what I had to focus on. So I went on to beat Criminal in that match and I showed the world how damn good Theodore Wellington is. But there were two people who decide to get involve and try to stop the inevitable rise of Theodore Wellington…Ghee and TJ Theodore Wellington: You see that, the two of them tried their best to cost me the match and just like everyone else in my way, they failed. You see, there is not one person or anything out there that can stop my roll towards ACW domination. Tonight, after a long overdue wait, I will get in that ring with Ghee and the Entertainment Champion TJ and I will not only push my record to 8-0, but I will walk out Your Enterta….no, no wait. I won’t be “your” anything. I will just BE the new Entertainment Champion. Because money talks, and bullshit walks. With that he boasts another smile as he glares at the screen and the Alphatron fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:24:38 GMT -5
Segment: YOU KNOW YOU MISSED TRACE BIRMINGHAM (Credit: Freeman)
You probably didn't really miss Trace Birmingham, but here he is walking through the ACW hallways ready for his match tonight!
Greg: I’m surprised with you, you know.
Trace: Hm?
Greg: You took defeat rather well.
Trace: Defeat?
Greg: At Fallen Heroes. I mean I haven’t heard you complain much since then. One would think you’d be devastated. You’re showing some real growth as a person, Trace.
Trace: Yeah, thanks! But I didn’t lose at Fallen Heroes!
Greg: …Er…what?
Trace: Yeah! I didn’t lose at Fallen Heroes! I won!
Greg: You…won?
Trace: Oh Greg. Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg…
Greg: …
Trace: You obviously weren’t paying very much attention to the match!
Has Trace gone crazy? That seems to be what Greg wonders as well from the look on his face.
Trace: Here let me show you…do you have a portable DVD player?
Greg: …No.
Trace: Oh…cause Ive got a portable DVD…
He pulls out a DVD labeled “Falen Heros”
Greg: Why are you carrying that around?
Trace: IN CASE MOMENTS LIKE THIS HAPPEN WHERE I HAVE TO LIKE…PROVE THIS STUFF TO PEOPLE! For some reason nobody ever knows what Im talking about! HEY RANDOM BACKSTAGE WORKER GUY!
R.B.W.G: Hm?
Trace: Yeah you! DO YOU HAVE A PORTABLE DVD PLAYER?!
Greg: Trace I’m pretty sure nobody carries a portable D---
R.B.W.G: Yeah, right here!
Trace: ^__^
Greg: I don’t believe it…
Trace: BELIEVE IT! NOW WATCH AND LEARN GREGG-O!
Greg: Please don’t ever call me that…
Trace puts the DVD in the player, and the Fallen Heroes match starts as Danny Mainer and Chris Phenomenal make their way to the ring.
Greg: Do you want to…skip ahead?
Trace: Hm?
Greg: To the part you want to show me?
Trace: OH! Yeah! GOOD IDEA! That’s why you’re my manager!
Trace fast forwards…and gets to the part. He hits play, and on screen, Trace rolls up Danny Mainer and counts his own pin... “1…2…3!”. Trace pauses the DVD.
Greg: …
Trace: YOU SEE THAT?! YOU SEE THAT?!
Greg: …
Trace: I DID IT! I PINNED DANNY MAINER!
Greg: …
Trace: I’M THE ACW CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!! I told you I’d do it! I totally got him he didn’t even see it coming!
Greg: Pretty sure that’s not valid.
Trace: IS TOO! I’m the champion! Everybody just doesn’t know it yet…but they will soon!
Greg: Why don’t you tell Danny Mainer that?
Trace: Nah, that’s okay. I wouldn’t want to…uh…make…him…sad…or something. Yeah. I wouldn’t wanna make him sad cause he’d see the REAL ACW CHAMPION right in front of him.
Greg: I’m pretty sure you can’t win the world title by pinning in a battle royal.
Trace: Pretty sure?! PRETTY sure? HA! Not 100% sure huh?
Greg: 100% sure.
Trace: …You’re wrong. IM A WRESTLER, YOU’RE A MANAGER. I don’t tell you manager rules you don’t tell me wrestler rules!
Greg: First of all, you DO try to tell me “manager rules.” Second of all, saying you’re the champion doesn’t make it true.
Trace: Does too!
Greg: Where’s your belt, then?
Trace: In production!
Greg: You---wait, what?!
Trace: Yeah! I’m having a friend make me one as we SPEAK!
Greg: Oh god…this won’t end well…
Trace: Of course it will!
It probably won’t. Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:25:57 GMT -5
RCW?
We fade in to see the International man of arrogance Ryan Cole alongside his ever-present 6’7 enforcer Dominic Campbell standing in front of a wall covered with the ACW logo
But it seems a bit off. The cameraman seem to agree as the camera zooms in to show the “A” in the ACW logo is in fact ... a “R”
Cole: You like it?
The camera pans back out to show Ryan Cole proudly motioning towards the RCW logo
Cole: A little idea I had. Because it’s obvious to most people already that this company revolves around...
A chuckle and a shrug
Cole: Me.
So I thought I’d just make it a bit more official y’know?
He looks at Campbell who gives him an agreeing nod.
Cole: So ladies and gentlemen welcome to Ryan Cole Wrestling, RCW. Now it may have been two weeks since I last wrestled here In RCW but I’m sure that you all remember what it look like when I’m in the ring, my opponents certainly do. They all woke up in a hospital days after the match throbbing with pain going “My god what hit me.” And then they remember what hit them and then they go back to sleep, so terrified of the memory of me..
He shoot a glace upwards at Dominic Campbell who is menacingly cracking his knuckles with a smile on his face.
Cole: Or him.
Ryan joins Campbell with a smirk
Cole: Standing over them, their face buried into the mat their body covered in bruises, wracked with pain. Screaming for whatever god it is that they pray to at night with my image burned into their mind. And like you people associate memories with people or things, they will now forever associate my image with one thing
Pain.
Cole’s smirk fades and he runs a hand through his hair before looking towards the sky.
Cole: There is a moral to this story good people. I come out every week. I build myself up. I tell you why I am the greatest wrestler in this company. And I give you reason after reason as to why you should, why you will remember me. But this week, it’s a little different, this week I’m not speaking to you to tell you how I’m going to make you remember me. This week I’m here to tell you that I don’t care. I don’t care how you remember me. I just care that you remember me.
You might hate me and remember me as the man who makes your blood boil. You might remember me as the man who beats your precious favourites.
You might remember me as a bringer of misery. You might remember me as the ancient sun god who killed your sheep I don’t CARE!
All I care about is that you remember me. And you will. And you will.
Ryan takes a look at the RCW logo behind him and smiles.
Cole: You most certainly will.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:27:03 GMT -5
GENERAL MATCH SUMMARY:The match started quickly with Baird as per usual going absolutely ape-shit early on. Repeatedly hitting swinging, clubbing, insanity strikes to the face of Hatley, it seemed that Baird would pick up his first win in a long time. Baird dropped the wayward weirdo to the mat with a Malky headbutt followed by a Tenants Superslam. Hatley was getting absolutely nailed by the rough and tough Scot when suddenly, the big Hatley dodged an Old Firm Fallout attempt and got caught up in Hatley’s man-size bearhug. Swinging him around like a rag doll it seemed that there was little Baird could do under the increasing pressures on his spine from Hatley. Dropping him to the floor he hit a quick Full Nelson Slam and attempted Extravagance but Baird dodged, bounced off the ropes and went for another Old Firm Fallout which whiffed. Baird span around into the Extravagant Drop. Baird was a dogs dinner for a 3-count. Winner: Ben Hatley
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:29:15 GMT -5
Segment: Unexpected Appearance (Credit: BK London)
Eddie Edison: What a match between Ben Hately and Adrian Baird, honestly - those two look like they could be the future of this great company.
Max McNally: I'd have to agree with you there Edison, but the future will come - let's talk about the present right now. I understand that we have Kevin Anderson backstage, and he's ready to interview arguably ACW's biggest rising star - The Scorpoion.
And just like that, on the Alphatron we cut backstage to the voice of the backstage Kevin Anderson who's standing in front of the locker room of 'The Scorpion' as it says on the label.
Kevin Anderson: Indeed I am McNally, and we're going to get a few thoughts about what happened last week at War -- wait a minute, breaking news folks, the interview is going to have to wait.
Anderson seems to have spotted something off camera, and quicker than a hiccup he is on the scene. He walks a few feet to catch someone grabbing a bottle of water from the catering table down the hall. We aren't able to id the person quick enough, but as soon as we are the crowd goes absolutely bananas - B-A-N-A-N-AS!
Kevin Anderson: BK? BK London...
BK, who looks rather cool, calm, and collected, finishes off his brief swig of water and places the cap back on the bottle.
BK London: Kevin, longtime no see - still having those very unpleasant mornings after certain "dreams"?
Kevin Anderson: Dreams? I don't know what you're talking abou--
BK London: Now now now! You don't have to be a ashamed, it happens to everyone around your age - you're like what, 17?
Kevin Anderson: I'm 32...
BK London: Oh, well - uhh... what is it you wanted to ask me?
Kevin Anderson: Well I wanted to know exactly what you're doing here, I mean I see nowhere on the schedule that you're supposed to be here tonight.
BK London: Well, the way I see it is - I have a match next week against Chris at the ACW Anniverary Show, so I'm here to remind Chris Phenomenal exactly who he's messing with.
Kevin Anderson: And how exactly are you gonna do that?
BK London: Well, in about 15 minutes - I'm going to go out to that ring. And let's just say that whatever happens...happens...
BK London walks off, and the premise of that last statement excites the crowd a bit. It's been a while since they've gotten any action from the former ACW Champion himself. Things are definitely going down tonight...
Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:30:45 GMT -5
ROAD RAGE: EPISODE 1 Credit: Danny Mainer ”I realized what it is in life that I’m missing...” “What’s that?” “Friends. The whole world worships me but I’ve got nobody left that I can really connect to.” “Well why not connect with your audience?” “No. They know me for my fame, they’ll idolize me and treat me as superior. I want people I can really connect to.” “I know just the people.” New York City. Danny Mainer was deep in the beating heart of the East Coast metropolis, inside a local biker clubhouse. He’d just gone through the front entrance and had been weapon and ID checked before being sent through the doors. Dressed up in his leathers, his bike now in the club garage he felt pretty nervous about the ordeal. He’d had his bike checked by the gang underlings to make sure it was understandable but right now, Mainer was in a violent territory. He was in the home of The Oddballs bikergang clubhouse and didn’t know a single person. If he looked at the wrong person the wrong way he would be dead before he knew it. As he headed through a set of double doors, there was an open doorway to the right where against the doorframe stood the most beautiful brunette you have ever seen in your life. Long shapely legs, a juicy pear shaped ass, busty but not overly big, perfectly in proportion with the rest of her with tight jeans, a tube top and a leather jacket to accentuate her features.
Add to this a gorgeous pair of “Come to Bed” eyes, full pouting lips and the grin that could melt the heart of Satan and you had every man for a mile salivating in anticipation. She gave Mainer a smile and fluttered her eyelashes at him, shaking her long, wavy brunette locks over her shoulder as she gave him a soul-destroyingly sweet smile.[? ? ? l The Brunette Vixen]: “Hey sugar, don’t you know it’s five dollars to stare in public?” The brunette in leather licked her lips slowly, staring transfixed into Mainer’s eyes.[? ? ? l The Brunette Vixen]: “It’s free in private... Hehe.” She winked and walked the other way as Dan tried to contain his amusement. To his left, a tall Caucasian skinhead wearing leather smirked at him deviously.[? ? ? l The Predator]: “Chin up, buddy. Might actually be able to lace up your damn boots some day.” Mainer carried on ignoring the cocksure skinhead, not really fazed by his comments. Carrying on he met the total opposite of the skinhead in the form of a Caribbean looking man with short dreads, sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt.[? ? ? l Tropical Storm]: “’eyo, what’up wit’cha mon? Ignore that mon Viper, he’s got real angry vibes.” Danny simply smiled at the Jamaican who’s thick accent was as clear as day. Mainer continued further to the end of the corridor until he bumped into a muscular looking Asian man with long jet black hair and sunglasses.[? ? ? l Okinawa Thunder]: “Hey, I’m Ikira Tanaka. Nice to meet you buddy, you racing?” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: “Yup, I got told to meet Bolo before the race. Do you know where he is?” [Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “He’s in his private lounge on the phone to Chris Lawson. Guy’s a fuckin’ ass. Who’re you anyways?” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: “I’m Danny Mai-... Danny Masterson. Just moved into Midtown the other month.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “Ah, that’s cool. What you doing here anyway?” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: ”My buddy Dimitri told me to come down here. Said I could meet some comrades.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “Dimitri, you mean Dimitri Rubrev? The guy who runs that new lesbian bar?! HA. Oh man. He’s a class act. Scary dude when he’s angry but great sense of humour. How you know him?” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: ”Business partners.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “Ah. I see. Dimitri ain’t the only one with an eye for lesbians huh?” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: ”Nah I’m spoken for.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “Stay away from Belladonna. Tall, black leather jumpsuit, bleach blonde hair. Single guys are panty-freeze to her, taken guys on the other hand? She usually carries around a baseball bat with a nail in it. She’ll make you bleed and you’ll probably enjoy it, a lot but uh, if you’re committed then stay the fuck clear of her. She’s a fucking psycho and she qill quite literally rape you.” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: ”Sounds like I should avoid her at all costs. Who were those other guys I ran into?”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “The girl you ran into was the babe-a-licious Natasha Rosenberg. 100% flirt, keep her eyes off. She’s Bolo’s LEADING lady and if you touch her he’ll cut you and so will I, her and I had a thing going before the split of the group but that’s a story for another time. The skinhead dude you met was Reggie James, codename Viper. He’s a bit of an asshole but he’s scary when he’s angry, don’t piss that guy off. Last guy was Odie Jackson. He’s real chill, big hit with the ladies but him and Viper are always at each others throats. Viper’s a little racist and Odie just hates him for being an asshole.” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: ”Alright, so it’s just you guys, Bolo and Belladonna here?”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “Hell no dude. There’s Jorg and Sven, Jamie Slater and a whole bunch of other cats. Then there’s the Lost Boys of Queens ran by Chris Lawson and his entourage. Bunch of Judas assholes. See, our club The Oddballs used to be ran by a guy called Biff Taylor but after he disappeared without a trace there was a split. Bolo and Lawson both thought they should be the one to take over so they spread their influence and the group separated and Lawson formed The Lost Boys and set up shop in Queens. We stayed here in Manhattan.” [Danny Masterson l Ghostirder]: ”Lawson seems like a pretty messed up individual.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “He’s a jackass but he’s a hell of a biker. Guy is tough as nails, maybe not as tough as Viper but he can hold his own in a fight and above all he’s a smart dude. Between The Oddball and The Lostboys there’s about thirty or so bikers that usually turn to race. There’s a couple of lone-riders out there too. Walter Walleye was considered Biff’s protégé for a long time but he left not long after Biff did. Now he rides alone, he’s a creepy creepy man but he’s a dedicated rider. Then there’s Buffy but we don’t really see her around anymore.” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: “Too many vampires in Manhattan?”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “Don’t make that joke to her face. She usually carries a gun on her.” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: ”Thanks for the pro-tip.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “No problem buddy. I like you, I think you’re gonna’ be a great addition to the Oddballs.” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: “You’re inviting me to the gang?”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “No but if you can ride, Bolo sure will. Anything to get the edge over Lawson. Can you fight?” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: “Oh yeah, I’m Muay Thai trained.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “Oh really? What belt?” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: “Let’s just say I’m qualified enough to give the belts, not earn them.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “I’ve done a lot of Tae Kwon Do over the years. Viper’s a fully trained amateur wrestler and boxer. Nobody’s as tooled up as our Bolo though. He’s done a shitload of Japanese jiujitsu, Krav Maga and kendo. Plus he’s taken more rifle courses than I have hot dinners. Guy’s a class act though.” [Danny Masterson l Ghostirder]: “I’ve done a few gun maintenance courses in my time.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “Well we’ll see what your capable of eventually but right now I think it’s time we meet the entire crew. What do you think?” [Danny Masterson l Ghostrider]: “Let’s do it.”And with that, a friendship had officially been formed. Welcome to the Oddballs, Danny Mainer.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:32:07 GMT -5
The grand opening of the carnival! (Written by Panther)
Our scene opens inside of a long white room. The walls are padded and the entire room is well lit. There is not a spec of dust or dirt anywhere. There are two chairs facing each other and a door at each end, both have many locks, a swipe card and a large "AUTHARISED PERSONEL ONLY" sign on it. There are six people in the room, two in the seats and four standing. The four people standing are in white coats, holding large tasers. Two are stood too the side of each chair. In one seat is a Doctor who looks too be about forty or so. He is wearing the normal expected stuff, white coat, nice shoes, the usual. The Doctor has short brown hair and is about average height and weight, nothing which makes him stand out.
While this guy is notable because he doesn't stand out, the person sitting across from him is notable for the exact opposite. He is wearing dirty purple pants, a black shirt with a worn out green waistcoat and a moth eaten purple jacket. His hands and feet are cuffed tightly together so he cannot move. However even more noticeable then his strange attire, is his facial appearance. On his face he is wearing chalky white face paint, and on his lips he has clown style lipstick, going from cheek too cheek. His hair is unkempt, greasy and most noticeably green. He is grinning wildly like a madman, exposing a set of long razor sharp teeth. The clown is staring across the table at the Doctor, who is looking straight back at his glare. The Doctor takes a small tape recorder out of his pocket, turns it on and then sets it on the table.
Doctor: Good evening, I'm Doctor Madison, your new personal psychiatrist after your.....incident with Doctor Williamson. Now, I've had a look at your case file, and I have too say you are very interesting, although some key information was missing. For example, your name?
[glow=green,2,300]The clown:[/glow] Well Doc, I go by a few names. Captain Crunch, Mr Munster, Jason Freeman, Miss Madison, but most people call me The Candyman.
Doctor: That's all well and good, but what's your legal name?
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] You're new too this, aren't you? OK, let me walk you through it. You ask questions, I give you an answer, and you ACCEPT THAT ANSWER!
As Candyman yells, the guards raise their tasers.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Oh come on guys, we're all pals here?
The guards keep there tasers up, not wanting too take any chances.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] So, Doc, what do you find interesting about me? My juggling skills? My stunning good looks?
Doctor Madison: Too be precise, the nature of your crimes which got you sent here. Looking at your record, it seems that there is no pattern, no motive, no real reasoning for any of it. It says you worked at a circus for a few years as a clown, then one day disappeared. From there police reported you committing crimes all over North America wearing the same outfit. Assault, robbery, arson, petty theft.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] I do get around yeah. Now can you tell me where you're going with this, I have a birthday party too do in half an hour and I need to practise!
Doctor Madison: Well, it seems most of these crimes were for nothing more then your own enjoyment. You never hung around anywhere so you didn't know these people; you didn't meet them before hand. It all seems so strange.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] I'm in a mental hospital, obviously I've been doing SOMETHING strange, huh?
Doctor Madison: We prefer too call this an asylum.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] We? Who's we? You and Doctor One Ear Williamson?
Candyman laughs at Madison mockingly.
Doctor Madison: Well anyway, why do you do the things you do?
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Have you ever punched someone in the face, Doc?
Doctor Madison: No, I can't say I have.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Oh Mad you're missing out! You get this amazing rush flowing through you, it's like the best drug trip ever when you see the look in somebody’s face which says "I've just been punched in the yapper"! You should try it! How about now Doc?
Candyman leans over the table, his face close too Madison. The two guards behind Candyman roughly pull him down into his chair.
Guard: This is your first warning, don't attempt too leave the chair!
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Aww, I bite ONE persons ear off and send a few people too intensive care, and suddenly you go all hostile on me! So Doc, next question!
Doctor Madison is visibly shook up now, his formerly cool exterior is now one of fear and confusion. On the other hand Candyman is still smiling from ear too ear.
Doctor Madison: You refused too talk to me previously because I didn't want you too wear your make-up. Why is that? What do you get from it? Is it the same rush you get from violence? Is it a weird sexual thrill? Are you hiding something?
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow]How about this Maddy. What would you say if somebody said too you that, you can talk too me, but you have no face when you do it? Just, a blank facial area?
Doctor Madison: Please just give me a straight answer; I'm not that partial towards hypothetical situations.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] But that's no fun! Have some imagination kids!
Doctor Madison: Ok, well, if somebody said that, I'd say I would prefer not too interview you. I wouldn't have any eyes or a mouth, so I'd have no way to communicate with you.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] And the same for me, I wouldn't want too come out here without my face!
Doctor Madison: So, your make-up, you consider it a part of you?
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman[/glow] DINGDINGDINGDINGDING! YOU ARE THE WINNER! My make-up, it's what makes me who I am. Without it I'm not Candyman the Clown, pride of the circus. I'm a dead corpse, an empty body with no soul. Do you understand?
[At this point Madison is really freaked out. He can't make contact with Candymans gaze, instead looking down in the desk.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] I thought you wanted too talk Doc? Look into my eyes.
Madison keeps looking down as Candyman’s voice changes from nice and cheerful into a deeper, more sinister voice. The guards recognise this voice and raise the tasers up close too Candymans face.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman: Madison, LOOK AT ME![/glow]
As Candyman says this he leaps up across the table, pushing his chair over. The guards taser him but it has little effect as he wraps his handcuffs around Madison and starts choking him. Loudly Madison chokes as the guards try too pull Candyman off too no avail.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] LOOK AT ME NOW DOC! LOOK INTO MY EYES! WHY CAN'T YOU LOOK AT ME? WHY DOES NOBODY LOOK AT ME ANYMORE?!
Madisons eyes roll back into his head as he starts too pass out. With the last of his strength he takes a syringe out of his pocket and plunges it deep into Candymans knee. Candyman lets out a bone-chilling cackle as he slowly falls asleep, his choke hold on Madison loosening up. The guards drag Madison off Candyman as the door opens and four people walk in. Two are nurses who start putting the sleeping Candyman in a straight jacket, one is another man in a white coat who is slightly older and the fourth is ACWs own Samuel Hawthorne.
Old Doc: Are you sure you can handle him?
Hawthorne: As I said, ACW is a great place for people like Candyman! He gets too let out his rage, he gets a stable home and you the people get entertainment from watching him fight.
The old doctor sighs.
Old Doc: Fine, when can you take him off our hands?
Hawthorne: Whenever you want, we have a specially designed mobile padded cell in a camper van for him too reside in and a top psychiatric team who can look after him.
The guards take the sleeping Candyman away on a makeshift stretcher as Hawthorne and the Doctor leave the other way and we fade away.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:34:36 GMT -5
The show pans in to show a discreet video segment on the titantron. Across the bottom of the screen it reads "Last Friday Night". As the camera cycles, it shows a familiar face, that of a man that was seen in the same location last Sunday night. Although, the person is unknown a reconizable face walks up to him. The camera moves out to get the whole picture, but makes the place more reconizable once the neon lights at the roof display "Energy Night Club".
Security: I need to see an ID?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You can't tell me that you don't reconize me!
Security: Oh, You're Criminal, from ACW!
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] That's right.
Criminal then looks behind him glancing at the ladies with a smile on his face.
Security: Well, then I guess it's nice to meet you, But I still need an ID.
The security guard does not seem to be the budging type of guy. Criminal reaches in his pocket and pulls out the ID, and hands it over. The security guard looks at it, then looks at Criminal, then looks at it again before giving it back.
Security: Alright, you're free to enter.
Criminal gives a disgusted look towards the security guard before entering. He is quickly greeted at the bar by DJ Rozz.
Rozz: Yo, Crim, What's shakin?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Not shit actually, Decided to give this place another chance. Hopefully, without the news crew and everything this time.
Rozz: It's all good, Buddy. Look, just take a few of these and pass them out to whoever you want.
Rozz then hands Criminal a baggie containing roughly fifty pills. Criminal glances towards the baggie and quickly realizes what they are. He looks around at all the lights, and just feels the pulse of the bass.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Have you taken any?
Rozz: I've downed five of those babies already. You my friend have a lot of catching up to do.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well, hand me a beer and lets get this shit poppin.
Rozz slides a beer down the bar, while Criminal grabs two of the pills and quickly takes them.
Rozz: There ya go! Now just get out there and find you some tail, and I gotta get back to the DJ booth. I'll see ya around.
Criminal nods as he swallows the gulp of alcohol in his mouth. He then leans with his back up against the bar, scoping for his tail for the night. Suddenly, a gorgeous, petite, sexy, female locked onto his sights. Criminal makes his way over to her and begins to grind up and down on her. The two start dancing all over, and things begin to get very heated. The lady signals to Criminal that she wants a drink, and then the two proceed over to the bar.
Lady: So are you gonna buy me a drink, or are you just gonna dance with me.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well, the dancing was free, but I have money.
Lady: What is that suppose to mean?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: It all depends on what your intentions are for tonight?
Lady: If you are thinking that I have a man, then the answer is no. I am here to have a good time, and if anything were to happen then it happens.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: BARTENDER I NEED A...what you drinkin?
Lady: Vodka and cranberry.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: VODKA AND CRANBERRY...vodka and cranberry?? Why not just a beer? It's fast, and easy, and taste good.
Lady: Maybe to you, but if your wanting some of this it's gonna cost a little more than a dollar.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well, I do have something else.
Lady: Like?
Criminal reaches in his pocket and pulls out the baggie of pills.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] This! You want some or not?
Lady: OH MY GOD! I have been looking for these everywhere. Can I get a couple? PLEASE?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I don't see why not? Here is two for the time being, if more is needed then let me know.
Lady: Do they work?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I'm starting feel them now, so, yeah, I guess they work.
Lady: HOLD ON, I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: WAIT, where you going?
Lady: My two girls were looking for some too!
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well lets just wait to see how you react before we give them some. We can talk for a minute.
Lady: Talk?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Yes, talk, because I don't even know your name.
Lady: Oh, I'm sorry, here you are buying me drinks, and giving me ecstacy, and I haven't told you my name.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] and your name would be...?
Lady: It's Ashley, sorry I have been drinking for a while now, and now this, I'm overly excited.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well, Ashley, lets go dance and see how things work out.
Ashley nods her head, and chugs the rest of her drink before heading back out to the dance floor. They both begin to dance, but the Criminal starts to daze off into the lights. His pupils dilated, and his body feeling numb, he is overwhelmed with such an outstanding feeling coming through his body. He quickly walks away, full of sweat, and feeling dehydrated. Ashley stops dancing and looks around to find Criminal back at the bar. When she walks up the bartender is already making him a few drinks.
Ashley: So what you order.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I got a couple glasses of water.
Ashley: Your feeling the pills, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU!!
The pitch of Ashley‘s voice gets excited.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Yeah, I feel them.
Ashley: Good, I’m going to go get my girls. I will be right back.
Ashley quickly runs off into the crowd to find her friends. Criminal sits at the bar, zoning in on the lights, and admiring the wonderful taste that fulfills his mouth when the cold water hits his tongue. Ashley and her friends are quick to come back. Ashley however is looking a little different. She quickly sits down and asks the bartender for a few glasses of water, making it obvious that she is feeling the effects of the pills as well.
Ashley: These are my friends.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Nice to meet the two of you lovely ladies, and your names will be?
Girl1: My name is Trinity.
Girl 2: And mine is Lisa.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Alright, I will try to remember that. Now I heard you guys were looking for something that I might have.
Trinity: Hell yea, we want to feel like her.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Well here is two a piece.
Criminal hands them two of the pills. The stand at the bar and crush them up, then quickly snort them.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Well, that’s one way to take them.
Lisa: It just makes it hit your body faster.
Trinity: I say we all go dance.
Ashley: LET’S GO!
The girls get up and begin to walk back towards the dance floor. Criminal looks around and realizes that they have all abandoned him, so he quickly jumps up and heads back to the floor. Whilst on the dance floor he notices that Ashely has become a lot more touchy. Criminal being the man that he is decides to try and make a move by placing his hand on her leg while dancing. Ashley quickly puts her hand over his and guides it up her skirt. Just then he starts to remember the effects of the drug. “It makes women horny“. Criminal then quickly glances behind him and notices that the other two girls are up at the bar, probably getting water. The evil grin that has been seen before arises once again. He turns Ashley around and kisses her, causing her body to give way. He then guides her back to her friends at the bar.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Ladies, I say we leave here and go back to my place.
Ashley continues to grope the superstar and the other two girls agree that it is time to leave. Once outside the limo meets them at the door, and they all pile in. Trinity and Ashley are now making out, and Lisa is all over the superstar. This night just keeps getting better and better. As the women start to take their shirts off the camera cuts out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:36:27 GMT -5
[Save for Senator]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:37:48 GMT -5
Trace Birmingham has had a bit of confidence as of late, ever since he "Pinned" Mainer in the fallen heroes battle royal...perhaps that's why he does what he does. He sticks his hand out for a handshake, and Ryan Cole approaches with disgust in his eyes, believing Trace to be beneath him. With a tense hand, he shakes Trace's hand, perhaps about to follow up with an attack, only to be slapped in the face by Trace Birmingham! The crowd cheers as Trace raises his arms in the air, thrilled to hear crowd support...but then Ryan Cole runs forward and DESTROYS him with a vicious clothesline, fury in his eyes. Methodically Ryan Cole continues to assault Trace Birmingham, who can do nothing to fight back...and for a couple minutes, Ryan Cole continues to attack. Ryan Cole tosses Trace with a release tiger suplex, before going over to his fallen body and picking him up. He sets him up for a vertical suplex, before with a yell, turning it into a snap swinging neckbreaker...completing the Manebreaker! Trace is motionless...completely motionless, and Ryan Cole still snarls down at him. Cole goes over to him once more...and locks in the Chiropractor's Nightmare! Trace is knocked out from the manebreaker....and in no position to continue any longer...and the referee rings the bell as Ryan Cole keeps the submission locked in...not letting go. The referee begins to yell and count, and Cole realizes if he's not careful the decision may be reversed, so he drops Trace down to the mat, and stands up to a chorus of boos. Cole still looks angry...and he can't resist one final stomp on Trace's lifeless form as he exits the ring, and makes his way...frustrated...up the ramp. Cole does not seem satisfied with his opponents as of late. Winner: Ryan Cole
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:39:18 GMT -5
Segment: Doggy Style Credit: Theodore Wellington “My Time” hits the speaker and once again the arena fills with boo’s and jeers for the most hated man in ACW. This time, however, instead of just going on the tron, the lights go out and the spotlight hits the stage as Theodore Wellington rises up with Emma Young at his side. They make their way to the ring, Theodore wearing a nice suit and shades and Emma carrying a bag.
They get to the ring and Theodore climbs up the steps and wipes his feet on the apron before ducking into the ring. He holds down the ropes for Emma to crawl into the ring with the bag and she goes over and gets a mic to hand to Wellington. He gets a chair and much like last week he sits in the middle of the ring in the chair. As the jeers die down, Wellington raises the mic to talk.Theodore Wellington: So I know that you guys were mad I didn’t come down to the ring earlier today, I felt the pain you all had not getting to see Wellington in person. The truth is, there is no one in this arena that DESERVES to see me in person. There isn’t even anyone in this arena that is close to deserving to be in my presence. That is why I stayed in the back earlier and let you watch the video. However, what I had to address now, I wanted the whole world to see. As you guys know, last week, Buddy Ghee announced that we will fight in a Dog Collar match at OE6. Cheers from the fans at the thought of the monumental Omega Effect Match fill the arena.Theodore Wellington: And you people cheer?? You people think that is good? I am Theodore “MONEY” Wellington…I should not have to strap on a dog collar and be attached to some thug! It is an outrage, and travesty that Hawthorne would even let this take place! And if I am injured or anything in this match, he will be hearing from lawyers…EVERYONE will be hearing from my lawyers! He takes a deep breath and calms down. He points to Emma who opens the bag and pulls out a dog collarTheodore Wellington: This, as you can see, is a dog collar…and tonight I wanted to send a message, or make an example if you will, for what will happen at Omega Effect. Emma…put the collar on. Emma looks at Theodore with a shocked and confused face. He points to the collar and once again tells her to put the collar on. She gets nervous but slowly she does what he asks.Theodore Wellington: Now get on your hands and knees. Now Emma’s nervousness turns to pure fear on her face as she shakes her head no. Theodore takes off his sunglasses and throws them to the side. He points to the mat telling her to get down as Emma just shakes her head and pleads with him. Theodore takes a deep breath and tells her one more time. When she refuses, Theodore charges at her backing her into the corner and grabbing her by her hair. He gets right in her face and starts yelling into the mic.Theodore Wellington: I’M NOT ASKING YOU, I’M TELLING YOU! YOU WORK FOR ME REMEMBER?? YOU SAW WHAT I DID TO THAT FAILURE TYSON LAST WEEK AND IF YOU THINK I WONT DO THE SAME TO YOU, THAN YOU’RE WRONG. NOW I’M NOT GOING TO ASK AGAIN…BE A GOOD LITTLE BITCH AND GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES NOW!! He releases her and takes a step back. She begins to cry but slowly goes down to her hands and knees as the fans watch in silence and Theodore smiles and sick smile. He grabs the leash and pulls Emma to the middle of the ring, practically dragging her.Theodore Wellington: Now bark for me baby. Emma ducks her head crying and shakes no.Theodore Wellington: BARK! Emma lets out a yelp and does the best dog impression she can under the circumstances. Theodore now laughs and starts dragging her around the ring as he continues to talk.Theodore Wellington: See, this is what happens to people who cross me. Tyson and this woman here failed miserably at their jobs and now Tyson is in the hospital and Emma is here crawling like a dog. Ghee wants a brutal, savage match at Omega Effect? He’s got it. But make no mistake about it…just like Emma here, at the end of the day, I will make him my bitch. With that Theodore drops the leash and pets Emma’s head. He tells her it’s ok and she can stand up. She stands up slowly as tears drip down her face and her makeup smears and smudges with every tear. She gets up fully standing and Theodore gives her a hug, a hug she doesn’t want but does not want to cross him again. He releases her as he holds the ropes open for her to crawl out the ring and she slowly starts making her way up the ramp. Theodore climbs out of the ring and out of nowhere drops her with a Money Shot! “My Time” blasts on the speakers as the fans sit and look on in silence at the horrific scene the just witnessed. Security runs down and starts pushing Theodore back as the EMT’s get down to Emma. They load her up on the stretcher as Theodore watches on. As soon as it is safe to move her they start pushing her up the ramp. They get to the top where Theodore stands right in there way, blocking them from getting out of the arena. Security screams for him to move out of the way but Theodore just stares sadistically down at Emma. He pushes the security back and grabs the stretcher Emma is on. They all plead with him to let go but he takes the stretcher and runs down the ramp slamming it, and more importantly, Emma, in the ring. As the stretcher flips leaving Emma underneath it, his music hits again and he starts backing up the ramp, not taking his eyes off the damage he has done. He disappears around the corner and the camera show the EMT’s working on getting Emma safe as the scene fades.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:42:12 GMT -5
Buddying Up[/u] -TJ and Buddy Ghee *We open the scene inside of Buddy Ghee’s locker room. He is putting tape on his wrists as we hear knock on the door.*
Buddy Ghee: Come on, man, I'm in the zone.
*The door opens as the camera spins to see Buddy’s opponent for the night, the Entertainment Champion, TJ, walking in the room. Buddy finishes wrapping his wrist and rips the tape as he stands up.*
Buddy Ghee: Why are you here?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Relax Buddy, I’m here because I want to talk to you.
Buddy Ghee: About what?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well me and you, we’re not so different.
Buddy Ghee: We have nothing in common.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hear me out for a second. Now we both came up from the inner city.
Buddy Ghee: Ok
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ We both take what we learned from life in the city and put it to use inside that ring.
Buddy Ghee: Right
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And we both cannot stand Wellington. At all.
Buddy Ghee: Oh really?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, see and it’s for the same reason. No matter how hard one person hits him in the mouth; it’s not enough to shut him up. So I’m coming here to propose an idea.
Buddy Ghee: Go on.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright, so why don’t we take Teddy out?
Buddy Ghee: No.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Huh?
Buddy Ghee: If Teddy’s career is ended, it’s by me, and no one else.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright fine, you can take out Teddy, but I’m walking out with the belt.
Buddy Ghee: This is my chance to really break it up. If I win the title, I'll show that I'm better than Teddy over there, and I'll show that I can out-wrestle some punk who thinks he's so great because he's tall.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Buddy, if you haven’t seen me in the last few weeks, I am someone that you do not want to piss off.
Buddy Ghee: You don’t scare me
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That may be, but thanks to this little meeting, I will beat you, and Teddy and walk out with my title. I will leave you and Teddy broken bodies and whoever will be the one who gets up first will win whichever fight you two have in the future. Good day Buddy, and good luck.
*TJ walks out of the locker room, shutting the door behind him. The camera looks at Buddy as he watches TJ leave. He then turns to the camera giving a goofy smirk.*
Buddy Ghee: ... Pfft. Women.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:43:49 GMT -5
Segment: Shoot yourself in the foot (Credit: XS3)
As we come back from commercial, “Hail Destroyer” kicks in. The crowd begins to cheer as XS3 makes his way from the back. Dressed in jeans, a Dio shirt, and sneakers, he seems to be in no mood for anything tonight. XS3 quickly slides into the ring, receiving a mic for his troubles.
XS3: Cut the music. Cut it off.
The stagehand in the back follows XS3's request, and now all is silent, save for a few excited murmurs.
XS3: Look, I'm gonna cut to the chase right here. Samuel Hawthorne, come out here. I've got some dirty laundry to air out...
XS3 soon lowers his mic and awaits the arrival of the chairman. Sure enough, Hawthorne's theme hits, and he comes out from the back, making his way down the ramp. He soon enters the ring, and XS3 shares a small staredown with his boss. XS3 then guides the mic back to his mouth to speak his mind.
XS3: Last week, you brought me into your office, and you told me that I've lost my touch. You actually had the balls to tell me I can't seem to cut it anymore. You, like so many others, have been on my ass for the past month or two, telling me I have no desire anymore, and that I may as well be relegated to a background character or a jobber to the stars. Well, you know what? You're right. I have seemed to lost my edge. Not getting a win in weeks, can't even pin the Entertainment champ. How pathetic is that? Well, I would have more desire if you actually had the drive and intestinal fortitude that Jonathan Gingerdude had before you came into HIS company and wrecked everything.
Oh no. You're not interrupting me this time, bud. I'm calling the shots right now. You want to drag me into your headquarters, and bitch at me for not being your money-making “superstar” that you've wanted me to be? I never did this for money, I did this because I love WRESTLING. When you called me back here – don't you look at me like that, you know damn well YOU called ME – when you called me back to ACW, I was ready to come back and once again make a name for myself. I figured, you know, it's a new ACW, I'll start over like the old days. But what was your view of the good ol' days? You patronized me by bringing Lobo Kerrang back, you disrespected him, telling him that he only needs to come to protect me. I should be his backup, because the man has survived his own hell to become what he is today, and what he was back then. The man was an icon in the Kritical Wrestling Alliance. He earned the nickname of “The Craziest Son of a Bitch in Professional Wrestling”. And what have you done? What have you done to earn your spot here in ACW? Don't even try to tell me I can't cut it in ACW anymore, because everything you have wanted me to do, I already did in a company called Soul Wrestling Incorporated.
You see, while Rawt Ross was metaphorically “biting the dust”, I was winning the SWI tag titles with Ben Drinkin, a man that was a hardcore legend long before ACW gave him a new home. While OLYMPIA was flexing his muscles in front of Ray Lloyd on Fallout, I was winning the North American title. While Jay Zero was becoming the “Entertainment” Champ, I had a match of the year candidate with Ben. And while Hitman of the Gods was singing showtunes with Randy Kanyon, only to serve as foil for Great Khali competing in the 2006 Fallen Heroes battle royal... I was defeating Arn Allen to win my first, and to this date, ONLY world title. That's right, everyone! I've been living a lie for the past four years. I am a former SWI World Champion. Destiny was fulfilled a long time ago. But oh no, I'm not allowed to talk about SWI anymore. God forbid I ever flaunt my accomplishments in SWI on ACW TV! They only wish for me to focus on what I have right now: a job with a company that has become of a shell of its former self. And looks who's driving the bus right now.
SCREW YOU, HAWTHORNE! You bank all your money on Chris Phenomenal in hopes he becomes the poster boy for this so-called new age of ACW! You have the nerve to give Thunderkiss television time, like he needs it, to put over his failed promotion and frustrated dreams! And you're the son of a bitch that is ruining the legacy Gingerdude created with his bare hands. You capitalize on the man's past success, and hope that one day, you will become more than just the “new guy holding the reins”. Don't even consider yourself to be my true employer. You weren't there when the Entourage had an epic struggle of power with the Senatorial Stable. You weren't there when Atomic Kitsune took Alexander Starkweather off the hell in a cell through the announcer's table. And you weren't there when Top Draw became divided, and put on some of the best wrestling I've seen. You will never live up to your predecessor's legacy, because you are a hack.
Hawthorne, you want me to make an impact? You've been wanting me to drop a bomb on all the ACW fanatics here?! Here's your goddamned impact: You put me in a match at Omega Effect. I don't care if it's Mainer, CP, TJ, Jake Steele, Laron Xavier. I don't care. You put all your money on the opponent you line up for me. If I can't beat your opponent, you let me have a world title match whenever I want. But if I lose, I will quit the company, and leave you to continue running your affairs. I'll give you a week to complete your decision. But I assure you, Hawthorne, if I am not destined to win, I will go down in a blaze of fuckin' glory. I will prove to you why you should have had more faith in me.
What you've done to this company...
There's no question... It is unforgivable.
XS3 then hands the mic to Hawthorne, and gently brushes past him. XS3 soon steps through the ropes, and makes his way up the ramp, walking past all the astounded fans. As Hawthorne stares disapprovingly at XS3's words, there is no doubt that his employee has caused quite a stir in ACW.
Fade.
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