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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:44:44 GMT -5
Segment: Ill-Fated Intentions (Credit: BK London/Jason Freeman)
"Amazing" by Kanye West comes to life, and the first ever African American ACW Heavyweight Champion, BK London steps through the curtain to a massive ovation from the crowd. He walks over to one side of the stage and peers over at the sea of fans throughout the Allen Fieldhouse, and they hold up their BK London signs as high as they can and now the champ walks on over to the other side of the stage and gets a slightly louder response.
He makes his way down to the ring, slapping fives with those in the front row before trailing up the steel steps and entering the ring. Sporting some casual wear under a leather jacket, which is weird because it's like 90-something degrees out, he enters the ring and Phillip hands him the mic.
The music dies down, the lights return to normal, and it finally begins.
BK London: So, can you believe it? Next week's the 7th Anniversary show of ACW. The SEVENTH anniversary! That means for the past seven years, we've been coming to you through your television screen giving you the best brand of entertainment in the world. That means, for seven years you've seen ACW go through all it's stages - from the up-and-coming company trying to establish talent to the biggest - and YES, I said biggest wrestling company in the WORLD.
This definitely gets a huge pop from the fans.
BK London: Since I'm being inducted into the ACW Hall of Fame, I planned to make a little appearance here and there at the Anniversary show next week - just to show my support for ACW, but apparently Mr. Hawthorne didn't see it that way. In fact, since he still feels the sour taste in his mouth from what I said to him back in January - he has decided that he's going to punish me by putting me in a match against Chris. But you know what? I've had two weeks to really think about it...and that's fine. I'd have to accept the match whether I want it or not, but I've come to realize that this is really a second chance. This is a chance to undo what's already been done, and that's BEAT Chris.
Another pop from the fans, and BK London smiles at the thought of getting in the ring against next week.
BK London: Chris may have gotten the best of me last time, and I may have not been in the ring since then, but you see - I have a feeling about this time. I have a feeling that this time I'm going to crash Chris' head from pill to pillar, and from post to post. I have a feeling that next week, I'm going to tune up the band and deliver one of the most emphatic Shades of Michaels I have ever delivered. Hell - I have a feeling that I may even climb up to the top rope, look out into the sea of fans and come crashing down on Chris with the most beautiful move in wrestling today - From Brooklyn to London.
London's got the crowd hot, and he can feel the power of the live crowd flowing through his veins.
BK London: You know what? All this talking about it, it's got me excited. So how about, how about Chris himself comes down to this ring and we can get the match started a little early?
The event has been set, and the crowd wants to know if Chris Phenomenal is going to click 'Attending'. London leans on the ropes facing the stage, and he continues to wait.
BK London: Come on Chris, you've got no match - I know you've gotta --
Suddenly, “Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers, and the fans begin to boo. This is not Chris Phenomenal. BK London looks up, as out from behind the curtains comes a man he was not expecting, Jason Freeman. Freeman has a microphone in hand, and as he makes his way down the ramp he does not take his eyes off of BK London.
Jason Freeman: Well…well…well BK London. Look who has shown up to the arena tonight – a little break from retirement. Not who you were expecting, hm?
The crowd boos. They were very ready to see Chris Phenomenal and BK London fight, and get to see the two come to blows a week early. It seems that that is not going to happen tonight. BK London seems slightly confused as well, but being in ACW long enough he knows this was to be expected. He had of course been expecting Phenomenal, and was slightly thrown off -- but it's nothing major. He knows, however, that if Freeman is here, he has a purpose. And most likely if Freeman is going to have his way, it will not have positive results for BK London. London allows Freeman to make his way towards the ring, but in no way is he letting his guard down. Freeman stops right in front of the ring, knowing full well that he should keep his distance a bit as well.
BK London: Could you possibly sound any more of a cliché villain Freeman? I mean really. But all reintroducing aside, what exactly are you doing here?
Jason Freeman: Always the jokester huh? I guess something never change. Now I understand that you wanted to see Chris Phenomenal tonight.
BK London: Oh really? Now where could you have gotten that id--
Freeman: BUT, I’m afraid that you really don’t have to worry about him.
BK London: Oh really? Please, enlighten me...
Jason Freeman: Well, BK, you see…while I understand you THINK you will be facing Phenomenal in this ring next week on the Seventh Anniversary Show..you're also making the quick assumption that you're MAKING IT to this ring next week, for that match.
BK London: I'm assuming that because I am booked next week, and I personally don't see any reason...why...I...should...
Jason Freeman: By your tone, I’d imagine you’ve grasped my intentions…though I don’t know if you understand them completely.
Freeman starts to slowly make his way up the steps, and BK London doesn't shift his stance nor demeanor a bit. BK merely stands up straight. It is his eyes however, that show how ready he is. They are eyes that say “Go ahead and try it.” Freeman returns BK’s glare, and his eyes are locked and loaded.
Jason Freeman: I have one goal right now BK. Don’t think I’ve forgotten you, and our interactions in the past.
BK London: Interesting, I seem to have forgotten them myself.
Jason Freeman: Hmph. Your little insults and sarcastic remarks are not going to have an effect on me. But for the benefit of those in the crowd who truly DON’T remember…I believe in the past I have accused you of attempting to steal the spotlight at all times – never being able to truly step away. Well it seems that here we are again. BK London back in an ACW ring. Now I assume you’ll bring up that you were invited here, right? You were inducted into the hall of fame after all. But I think that you and I both know that it will not end there. And even if it will…I have more at stake than just personal motivation.
BK London: Ah. So it comes down to that does it? More at stake? You've had one or two conversations with the man in charge, have you?
Jason Freeman: Perhaps I have. Perhaps I have some great interest in making sure you never step inside an ACW ring again. And perhaps it would be in my best interest---
Freeman starts to unbutton his cuffs, and slowly the sleeves of the former International Champion begin to roll up as he makes his point..
Freeman: ---to end BK London, once and for all.
BK London is not exactly one to miss a hint, and as he sees Freeman getting prepared for something physical - he does the same. Without even responding, he drops the microphone and he too removes his leather jacket and tosses it aside. The chain, sunglasses, and all other accessories are removed as well - and while London hasn't been in a fight in a few months, he's definitely ready to defend himself. Initially he came here to fight, and whether it's with Phenomenal or Freeman -- it appears he's gonna get it done.
The crowd begins to get amped up, and the BK London chants start to echo throughout the arena - drowning out the 3 or 4 Freeman fans. They're waiting for the blood to shed, the fists to fly, the skulls to crack -- and suddenly, everything's brought to a screeching halt.
With urgency in his voice, Samuel J. Hawthorne rushes out to the stage with a microphone in hand, and he is drowned in a sea of boos.
Samuel Hawthorne: Enough! Freeman, I am ordering you to leave that ring - NOW!
The crowd mumbles in confusion. It had been assumed that Freeman was doing this for Hawthorne…it seemed to make sense. But why then would Hawthorne be telling Freeman to fall back? Is this some sort of trick or something? Freeman even turns around and is slightly confused by this turn of events and he lowers his fists.
Hawthorne: You heard me, leave the ring.
Freeman looks back at Hawthorne, then back at BK, then back at Hawthorne, and then back at BK London once again. The heel shoots a few words at BK London, which we can only make out as "mark my words", before he goes off into something we can't really hear - and he steps one foot through the ropes and out the ring to the dismay of the thousands of fans. London walks towards the ropes, and watches as Freeman continues to head toward the back to the chorus of boos and Freeman eventually turns around.
Hawthorne: Sorry, and as much as I’d like to see the results of this confrontation, BK London has a match next week…against Chris Phenomenal. And that will be occurring. So Freeman, if you have any issues with BK London, they are going to have to wait. And as for BK London, Chris Phenomenal will NOT be meeting you here tonight. The two of you will meet in the ring next week and until then I do not want to waste any more time from my show on you.
BK is still glaring up at Hawthorne, because he has an idea of what really may be Hawthorne’s motivations. BK London was ready tonight, and had Freeman come at him there was a good chance BK would have gotten the better of him. Armed or not, BK London is confident that he could have overcome Freeman, and Hawthorne would surely knew that as well.
It was very uncharacteristic of Freeman to come out without a solid plan, or a back up to that plan. BK didn’t like it…something seemed off…and as Freeman walks up the ramp and exits past Hawthorne, BK is sure he sees some gleam in his eye…He was sure he hadn’t seen the last of Freeman.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:48:26 GMT -5
Title: A lack of communication Credit: Buddy Ghee
Buddy sits down in Hawthorne's empty office, naturally taking the big chair. He faced the window, satisfied at what he'd come up with for his big match at Omega Effect. He stared off into space before hearing the door open. He quickly swiveled around to see who it was.
Gary: Hey, Sam, you ever try Mushu Pork? It's the- Wait... Where's Sam?
Buddy Ghee: Get out.
Gary: Wait, what?
Buddy Ghee: GO!
Gary: Geez, man. Alright, just take it easy!
Buddy turns back around in the chair, waiting for Samuel to come out as Gary rushes out the door. It isn't long before he hears the door open again. He swivels around once more.
Samuel Hawthorne: It's like damn, Gary, pull yourself together, you're a grown m-... What're you doing here?
Buddy Ghee: Sam Hawthorne, just the man I was looking for.
Samuel Hawthorne: Really? You were in my office, I would've suspected you were waiting for Gary.
Buddy Ghee: Cool it. So, what's new in the world of-
Samuel Hawthorne: Knock it off, Buddy, don't act all friendly with me... By the way, you never explained the Dog Collar Match. What is it?
Buddy Ghee: Basically, two men have spiked collars around their necks. They're connected by a long chain, which can be used in just about any way. The object is to pin your opponent or make him submit.
Samuel Hawthorne: Oh. I see... Jesus, now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't have sanctioned it.
Buddy Ghee: Which is why I was so vague. Relax, Hawthorne: Before you know it, Teddy's gonna be running away with his tail between his legs.
Samuel Hawthorne: Right... Well, I'll be seein-... Oh that's right, you were in my office for something.
Buddy Ghee: Right. I was wondering if you could book me for another hardcore match.
Samuel Hawthorne: What is it with you and those matches?
Buddy Ghee: Just wanna make sure I'm not rough around the edges. Thanks buddy. I'll see you 'round.
Buddy exits the room.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:50:12 GMT -5
Match: Scorpion vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Senator) This match started off quickly as Jason Freeman stomped Scorpion directly as he climbed through the ropes. Freeman continued his assault with a series of elbow drops, mounted punches and more stomps, before dropping down into a seated armlock. The much larger Scorpion imposes his will anyway, standing up, and drops Freeman with a headkick, covering for a one count. Scorpion hardly loses a step with his unsuccessful early pinfall, and throws his opponent into the ropes, whiffing on a big boot, but catches Freeman on the return with a back elbow. As the match continues, Freeman's speed continues to nullify Scorpion's power and size advantage, but the cunning of the big man allows him to slowly wear down the pace of the match. Soon, Scorpion corners Jason Freeman, and blasts the former International champ with a spinebuster into the corner, keeping him there with repeated shoulder blocks, and finishing with a surprisingly agile spinning side kick to the ribs. A few more big power moves followed, with Freeman finally bailing out of the ring. Scorpion, with all the momentum on his side, cautiously follows, well aware of Freeman's crafty machinations. The two edge their way down the entrance ramp, Freeman backing away, but Scorpion simply charges forward, connecting with a massive spear...but Freeman keeps enough presence of mind to hook the neck on his way down, and both crash into the ramp with a massive double impact. Referee Cliff Mortimer counts to ten, and the match is over, albeit, not in the way the fans would have liked, by double countout. Draw: Via double countout
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:55:18 GMT -5
[Save for Danny Mainer]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:57:20 GMT -5
The Story of a Meng and a Soul [/u] -TJ *We open the scene inside a house. It is empty and quiet as we are in the living room. We see the front open and let light into the house as the blinds are shut. In walks TJ, with his wrestling gear in a bag that is strapped across his chest and over his shoulder. He walks up the stairs as in walks Raj, An, and Trey. Its apparent they are coming home from the last Warfare. A habit TJ has is spending his money on plane tickets home. Unlike other wrestler, he returns home rather than travel to the next city. Raj walks into the kitchen as Trey hops over the back of one of two couches TJ has in his living room and Trey turns on the TV across from the couch. An stands in the door way as TJ walks down the stairs.* An Woo.Meng How long it take you to get this house? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ About a year, after getting out jail and started wrestling, got enough money to start building the house. An Woo.Meng Ah. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.GingsTJ, you’re out of beer! The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So? An Woo.Meng You don’t drink. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Try not to. Bad luck with alcohol and my family. An Woo.Meng Ah. *TJ goes next to Trey and sits down. He takes the remote and turns the TV off. *Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Why ya do that? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ We have to talk. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Is this about that shit I took on your lawn while you were gone? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ WHAT?! Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Huh? What are we talking about? An Woo.Meng You know someone that’s trying to find me. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings And you are? An Woo.Meng An Woo-Meng. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings A Yakuza member I’m guessing. An Woo.Meng Actually, my uncle was the leader of the New York branch. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Oh shit. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings TJ, how do you know him? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ We shared the same cell for 5 years. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Wait, hold on……..I know I stocked this fridge for when we got back. Someone drank all that beer…..Trey..? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Ok maybe I threw a party the other night. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Whatever as long as your cleaned up. An Woo.Meng Now, look, I’ve asked around and everyone I’ve asked have said that you have the best chance of knowing who killed my uncle. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings But why me? An Woo.Meng Apparently, they came from here, Philly, so when I came here many people said that Trey Gings would know because you are always out and about getting information. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings But how did you find me? An Woo.Meng I remember about TJ talking about his life outside of jail. He talked about his brother, Roger, and yourself. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Oh TJ, I’m touched. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You’re about be knocked out. *Trey and Raj begin to laugh. An even gives a chuckle.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Anyways. Trey, An needs your help. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Wait, why do I have to help him? TJ just because you shared a cell with this guy does not mean you have to help him. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, that’s where you lack knowledge Trey. Remember how Jason was attacked at that Flyers game last year? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Yea. And I also remember how I had to go out with that girl for a few dates before she gave us the tapes. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Actually, you didn’t have to. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings WHAT?! The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, An got us those tapes. Like a day before you went out on that date. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Which one? TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings HAHAHA, “Which one?” he says! An Woo.Meng Yea, but it’s not the first time me and TJ have helped out each other. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ For 5 years we had each other backs, making sure we both got out alive, making sure that no one thought about messing with us. I told An that when he got out, if he ever needed help, he could come to me. An Woo.Meng But I’m a family man because what I’ve learned is that when you ask other people, they normally ask for something in returned, but I have no family now. Much of my family is back in Japan and I haven’t found out if they got taken out or not. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings But this still hasn’t been answered: An why were you in jail and why in Philadelphia? An Woo.Meng I came down on family business that my uncle wanted me to do. And as I was about to finish it, I got caught and hauled in. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ If you don’t mind me asking, what was that job? An Woo.Meng My uncle wanted me to kill a man who had crossed him. He was a ranked official in the branch my uncle ran, but he crossed my father can ran to Philadelphia. I had him where I wanted, he was unconscious, probably in a coma, but I needed to kill him, for my uncle, to prove a point you don’t cross him and live. So I stood over him, gun loaded and finger on the trigger and then the cops came in and threw the cuffs on me. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Did you fight them? An Woo.Meng No, no point. I was caught and the only thing I thought about was my uncle’s honor was not going to be redeemed. But here I am, looking for my uncle’s killer and then I will find that man. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Which is why we need you Trey. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings I’ll look into it for you. An Woo.Meng Thank you. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Now that’s over. Let’s fucking celebrate. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ OH YEA! FLY GUYS! An Woo.Meng What? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Flyers An, FLYERS! An Woo.Meng What about them? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ They came from 3-0 nothing to win the series against Boston. Couldn’t celebrate because I was on the road, but now I’m home to celebrate. Trey, make the call. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Which one? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know the one. Call The Roxxy, we’re doing it Big Philly Style! *Raj, Trey and An laugh at TJ’s last comment as the scene fades to black.* [/center]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:58:45 GMT -5
Segment: Discontent
It is a short time away from Ryan Cole's match on Warfare tonight, and he is preparing. As always, his bodyguard is by his side. He is on his way to his lockerroom for some last minute preparations, and hoping that he will not run into any interviewers on his way...as he has found that more often than not they show up when you least want them to. He does not run into Charlotte King...but he does run into somebody.
Freeman: Well, if it isn’t Ryan Cole.
Cole looks up to where Jason Freeman is walking down the hallway in his direction. Their last meeting was just two weeks ago, and Cole had been hoping he would not encounter him again. It seems that those hopes had already been dashed.
Cole: And what do YOU want? I sincerely hope it’s not about your proposal because I believe I made my stance clear. If you need me to spell it out for you further…perhaps I shall.
And while nothing was said in detail, it is clear from Cole’s tone of voice that this is a threat. Freeman seems amused by this hostile reaction, which is of course not what a very angry person wants to see, and Ryan Cole instantly is riled up further. Once again, there is much tension, Cole apparently waiting for Freeman to back down. To walk away. But Freeman does not do that. He doesn’t budge, and merely stands, watching Cole. Analyzing him. Campbell feels the tension in the air, and gets ready to do his job if it comes to it.
Freeman: There will be no need for that. I would just like to talk if you will allow yourself to calm down for a few seconds.
Cole: Well I wouldn’t like to talk, and so as I have a match tonight, I’d like you to remove yourself from my presence.
Freeman: Ah, a match tonight? Against who?
Cole: Against…Trace Birmingham.
Freeman allows himself to smirk quite visibly.
Freeman: Ah.
A silence once more…the meaning of this one clear, and it seems to get to Cole instantly. The truth of the matter is, Cole was not at all happy when he arrived to the arena and found out who he was forced to face tonight. Trace Birmingham had never won a match in his whole stint in ACW as of yet. He was by far the biggest joke on the roster. And THIS was who he had been chosen to face. This was who the ACW management believed he should be wrestling. It was no matter to Ryan Cole…it was simply another chance to make himself remembered. If he could destroy an opponent who at least had some credibility then imagine what he could do to Trace Birmingham.
Cole: Don’t think I don’t see what you’re trying to do. You want to get under my skin, huh? Well, let me tell you this. Don’t think I’m angry because I’m facing Trace Birmingham tonight. It will only give me yet another chance to prove how devastating I can be. I can destroy opponents with ease, no matter how good they are…and with somebody of Trace’s skill level, I will be sure to make a special example out of him.
Freeman: Interesting.
Cole: …
Freeman: …
Cole: Hm, suddenly a silence. Isn't that nice. Oh, were you waiting for me to ask you why? For me to say “Oh please tell WHY it’s interesting.” Sorry, but you miscalculated. I really don’t care what you meant, and if you think that it will bother me for the rest of my life not knowing what Jason Freeman thought was interesting then you’re sadly mistaken. But still nice to know you're thinking about me Jason. Out of my way.
Cole begins to walk down the hallway, not having the time for this conversation, and Campbell follows. Freeman hasn’t reacted…and Cole has gone a few steps before Freeman’s voice comes from behind him.
Freeman: It’s interesting because you have really convinced yourself that you believe what you’re saying.
In spite of himself, Cole turns around.
Freeman: You can say it all you want. You will make an example out of Trace Birmingham. I have no doubt that that is true, but I don’t believe that you are okay with the fact that you were forced to face him in the first place. As I said, Ryan Cole, I know you because you remind me of myself.
From the look on Cole's face, he isn't very flattered by this a muttered "Oh god". just gets picked up.
Freeman: I know that you’re not content facing Gary and Trace Birmingham. You want something bigger. In fact you’re probably a bit frustrated aren’t you? Because no matter how much you tell people to “remember” you, and no matter how easily you beat your opponents it seems that nobody’s really taken notice, huh? Because if they had, maybe you’d have some actual competition. Perhaps you’re realizing that the path to the top might take a bit longer than you thought, and I have a feeling you aren’t happy with the pace. Hm?
Ryan Cole does not answer…but his face most likely lets on more than he wants it to.
Freeman: If you only knew my plans…there is so much more you could be. So much more you could do. But…you’ve made your choice, right? The Crucible is coming up. I would think you would want in on that, but only six men can enter, and if you’re still facing Trace Birmingham, you’re most likely not even on the radar. Anyways, it’s alright. I hear Alex Trixier is looking for an Omega Effect opponent, and if you play your cards right y---
Cole: THAT’S ENOUGH! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY…YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.I DON'T NEE-
Freeman: Goodbye, Cole.
Cole:Freeman!
And as Ryan Cole clenches his fists, Freeman walks off and down the hallway, leaving Cole alone. Cole stands rolling his wrists and staring at the ground
Cole: Congratulations.... You're in my head.... I promise you wont be there to long.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 21:59:20 GMT -5
The End! Laron Xavier and XS3 Last week Laron Xavier interjected himself in the brewing conflict between Danny Mainer, Chris Phenomenal and TJ. In his in ring debut for Alpha Championship Wrestling he nearly pulled out the victory over the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, the only thing stopping him was his own partner. As the scene opens to the Allen Fieldhouse in Lawrence, Kansas, Laron is seen striding down the hall with a set of locker rooms on either side. He keeps looking before he stops in front of the one marked XS3 drawing a cheer from the sold out crowd. He pauses for a moment, gathering himself before rapping on the door twice and waiting for the call to come from within.XS3: Come in.Laron stares at the door inquisitively before turning the handle and pushing it open. Looking inside, he sees XS3 sitting on the edge of the sofa, guitar in hand plucking at the strings. He looks up and sees Laron which brings a small half smile to his face.XS3: What do you need?Laron Xavier: Da question’s not what I need but what you need. XS3: And what is that?Laron Xavier: An opponent for Omega Effect who’ll give ya a match. Who will step into da ring and give ya a chance to make good on ya promise. I know what dat cracker jack Hawthorne is doin’ t’ ya and dat shit ain’t right. XS3: Yeah, that’s life. You’ll learn to deal with it in ACW.Laron Xavier: Ya see, dat’s just da white boy’s attitude. Dey through shit in ya face and ya let it hit ya instead of battin’ it ‘way. Now da way I see it, ya got two choices. XS3: And what are those?Laron Xavier: Ya can either sit here with ya head in ya ass, playin’ ya white boy music take dat shit as it comes at ya. Ya can be Hawthorne’s bitch for the rest of ya career, which will be until Omega Effect. Or ya can face me at Omega Effect, a kid sure but someone who’ll give ya a match ya can hang ya cap on, who’ll give ya the ability to show da world dat Matthew Irvine still has what it takes to be da best. XS3: So what does this make you? Last week you help Chris, this week me, what do you get out if it.Laron Xavier: I get to face da best in da business. Make a name fo’ myself ‘gainst those who’ve fought long and hard ‘gainst everyone else t’ get there. It’s best for da both o’ us. XS3 looks up at Laron and studies him inquisitively. He takes his time before nodding his head.XS3: Alright, you want a match at Omega Effect you have it but know just because you’re a rookie doesn’t mean I’ll take it easy on you.Laron Xavier: And just ‘cause ya career’s on da line doesn’t mean I’m gon’ let ya walk ova me. Endin’ ya career could vault da career of Laron Xavier to da stratusphere. With that Laron turns on his heels and walks towards the door exiting the room. XS3 follows him with his eyes before turning back to his guitar. He plays a B4 as the scene cuts out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 22:00:38 GMT -5
Segment: Public Service Announcement Credit: Theodore Wellington
The Alphatron shows what seems to be and old school bar that is nearly empty. The camera slowly moves to a man sitting by himself. As the camera gets closer, the man turns around and the fans start to go crazy as the recognize their fan favorite, Wayde Russeller! He smiles at the camera and raises his glass to it.
Wayde Russeller: HOWDY YA’LL! I’m sorry to interrupt your show there tonight but I have an announcement to make. Next week is the ACW Anniversary Show and you know good ol’ Wayde Russeller will be there with a keg to celebrate! Now, there is some business here, cuz life ain’t all party. Well actually it is but you gotta work while you party! ACW management called me the other day and asked for help at the Anniversary Show. Some of you may remember when I was rookie, they had a match known as the Rookie Rumble where me and several other rookies got in that ring and show cased our ability, as well as making a point for which Rookie has the most potential. Now those of you that remember that match…remember that I won! So this year ACW has asked me to come back and host the match! This year it will be a little different though. It will be gauntlet styled and the winner will get a prize! So I want to wish all the rookies good luck and I can’t wait to see ya’ll!
With that he shoots down his scotch as the camera fades and the fans get amped for the return of the Rookie Rumble
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 22:02:55 GMT -5
Surprise (??)
Camera fades to the crowd. They go crazy as the camera pans across the arena. Suddenly the camera focuses on a naked man running down the steps from the upper concourse with just a baseball cap on. The crowd is laughing and staring as he runs by.
Each section the nudist runs by gets loud cheers upon recognition of his Cincinnati Reds baseball cap. The audience has identified the apparently drunk streaker as Mr. Red.
Red races around ringside for a few laps around the ring. He heads halfway up the ramp cheering and throwing up his fists like bull horns at the crowd. He then turns again and races to the ring and slides in.
The crowd groans as Mr. Red gasps in agony after skidding to a stop. He screams out and then stands up. The crowd groans again in shock as the entire front side from chest to knees are bright red from the mat burn he suffered sliding in.
Mr. Red crawls out of the ring and falls to the floor in front of the ring announcer Phillip Jones. Phillip is laughing his ass off at Mr. Red right now. Red glares at him and then staggers off up the ramp. He disappears backstage as the crowd is half laughing and half stunned at what happened.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 22:03:39 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: The Sapling of Eternal Sorrow
It is a commonly understood conception that is implanted into the human psyche upon birth. Humans are taught by their elders of the sinful nature of human greed, of how embracing of that same greed will yield dire consequences in both their social environment and the afterlife. It is taught that those who would follow a path of greed would walk the path of eternal darkness while those who follow a path of righteousness may enjoy placement in a beautiful paradise for all eternity. Yet in spite of this sage advice, humans would rather embrace the darkness of sin than adhere to the strict rigidity that the faithful must possess. Human beings are nothing more than cowards; they refuse to walk the path of righteousness due to its difficulty. Therefore they choose instead to walk the dark and treacherous path of greed, only because it boasts an easier trek to complete. It is to be expected after all, as those who live an imperfect existence cannot be expected to demonstrate the mathematical perfection of logic in their decisions.
Truly the human race is a sad example of the inherent flaws of this world. They live an imperfect life of sadness and distrust. They strive only for personal material gain as opposed to the lord’s will of communal efforts to resurrect the holy utopia. However, the lord undoubtedly recognizes that his will is inherently resisted by the pagan masses, for even if the paradise was to be restored, would not humans be overcome with the greed of keeping it for themselves? Does not the poor man wrongly steal from others as a perceived justifiable means of advancement? Does not the starving man think of himself first and take food from others in the name of sustenance? In this case, the starving is not for chemical energy but instead the feeling of pleasure, as one will find less pleasure in an activity or possession he is forced to share with others. It is only natural to recognize the validity of this argument, as the core of the human spirit is blackened by sin from the very moment of spiritual conception.
It is for this reason that these wretched sinners openly alienate themselves from god’s grace. They understand that their evil and sinful greed would not be allowed to exist within the golden gates of a resurrected Eden. They realize that under the watchful eye of the holy father they would not be allowed to hoard these feelings of happiness for themselves. The concepts of love and family are mere falsities created by the leaders of human society in order to hide the true nature of the human race. One will always think of himself before any others, even those he would declare love for. Love is simply a lie, as unconditional devotion does not exist in this world. Regardless of what is said, one will sacrifice a loved one if it means saving his own life. This is simply a reinforcement of the basic human nature of greed. There is none that can claim to be free of greed, because is not sustaining one’s life an act of greed in that they wish to hoard more time on this world for themselves?
Behold the ultimate truth, the blueprint of human life. When examined with a clear and untainted mind, the instinctive selfishness of the human psyche is revealed. The interworkings of the human soul are simply a factory from which the seven deadly sins are produced. People are inherently configured by their sinful natures to espouse at least some of these deadly sins; to claim otherwise is nothing more than denial of one’s own existence. Does not the young one exhibit lust for the opposite sex? Does not the one driven by motivation feed upon the greedy idea of self-advancement? Does not the depressed man express wrath at his surroundings for his current circumstances, blaming everyone but himself? Does not the gluttonous man also espouse the sin of sloth for his lack of motivation to do anything other than embrace his gluttony? The answers to all of these ponderings is quite simply yes, which is the very reason that so few human souls find favor in the eyes of the lord god above.
However, of all these inherent sins, it is greed that stands at the forefront of the battle against purity. The very essence that damns souls and cripples purity, greed is the epitome of human thought. Everything is driven by greed, as there is no unsaved soul that accepts the destiny handed down to him by the lord. The Grand Design determines the fates of all who would be born into this world, yet oh so many refuse to yield to the eternal power of destiny and vainly attempt to shape their own futures. It is often said that everything begins with choice, however how can one make a choice when the ultimate fate has already been predetermined? If there are two identical paths that end at the same location, is not choice simply a hindrance to one’s journey? The end result is the same; therefore choice is nothing more than an illusion to lull the ignorant into a false sense of security. The ultimate end for the human soul is eternal damnation thanks to greed, therefore should not one do as much as possible to alter the judgment of the lord and perhaps change this horrible fate?
Yet this intense desire of the lord for the sinful to atone shall never come to pass thanks to the eternal ignorance of human beings. They will never admit their weaknesses or express a desire for help, thanks to the arrogance imbedded in their psyches. No matter how much the lord wishes to save these lost souls, they constantly refuse his heavenly embrace. Therefore, what is the great and merciful savior to do? One cannot be granted the gift of heavenly light, he must ask for it himself. Since the lord cannot act, the responsibility is thus passed on to his holy messenger. However the messenger is one not of light but of darkness, a bringer not of salvation but damnation. The Higher One is not guilty of mindless slaughter, yet it is the natural order of the Grand Design that forces his servant to do these horrible tasks. I am commanded by the will of destiny my lord! I hear the commands of fate and shall obey. Watch closely my messiah; I will cleanse the land of greed in your holy name!
Like clockwork the cold eyes slowly open and the tension in his body relaxes. The black soul enjoys his brief period of relaxation as beads of sweat slowly drop down from his brow. The meditation continues to take its normal physical toll, yet the mental growth of the dark spirit overrides the body’s natural desire to cease. Slowly he resuscitates his body with the precious fuel known as oxygen, all while never allowing his focus to waver from his directed task. Again he pauses ever briefly to recount the thoughts that just previously flowed through his enlightened mind. He continuously plans his attacks, for he knows that even a moment’s hesitation would result in the unthinkable sin of allowing a single sinner to go unpunished for their crimes. Such as a failure in the eyes of the lord would be a fate worse than earthly death, therefore the enlightened one focuses solely on his work, the concepts of human pleasure completely voided from his existence. He must live only for the eternal savior, for it is only through a lifetime of sacrifice that one may lay claim to the ultimate prize.
The young one slowly rises from his seated position now and casually gazes at his setting of choice. Obviously the young one has selected a place that assists in adding symbolism to his objective, as he rests in a large graveyard holdings various mortuaries and statues. It is an appropriate setting for the young one, as his physical form resembles a being that has narrowly escaped coming to rest in a burial plot himself. The young one’s upper body is covered with scars and other types of marks, with a large and jagged scar directly over his heart, all obvious wounds inflicted in his previous crusade for purity. It is not a coincidence that this location is identical to the one that previously saw his brutal self-purification; for it is meant to serve as a reminder of the lengths the dark entity will go to perform the holy will. Fortunately for the faith however, the young one still stands prepared to do battle, an obvious indication of the intense loyalty he holds to the holy word. No matter the toils of physical pain, nothing shall deter the messenger of destruction from performing the divine will of god. Truly he would have to come to rest in this very setting for his eternal mission to finally cease.
Apparently deciding his course of action, the dark soul now initiates movement as he calmly begins walking across the graveyard. Admiring the various tombstones and statues along the way, The Scorpion continues to walk like a man possessed, obviously operating under the direction of his lord and master. He continues to press forward, the obvious pain he must be in doing nothing to divert him from his cause. However, he also takes this precious little time to revel in his isolation, to enjoy his time in a place free of the taint of the living. He finally concludes when he comes upon a large opened burial plot, obviously pre-rendered in preparation for an upcoming funeral. He stops in front of the empty grave and gazes downward, admiring the dank brownness of the earth. Truly he sees in the soil a reflection of the blessings of life. From the soil life grows and lives, ultimately returning to the same soil when it dies. Genesis and ending are both born of the very soil that even now is threatened by the horrible blackness of human greed.
With these thoughts in mind, The Scorpion slowly kneels at the foot of the grave and spreads his arms to the heaven, entering into holy prayer so that he may receive directions from his savior in the stars above…
The Scorpion: Physical wounds shall heal while spiritual scars will be an eternal disfiguration. These are the words I live by my lord. My father, your son is currently engaged in a mental struggle against the power of physical pain. The wounds of my earthly body are both numerous and severe, yet I will not forget my mission even once. I am to be the alpha of a new beginning my lord, the catalyst that brings about the creation of a new and perfect world. Dear Higher One, I vow on this very soil I strive to protect that heresy shall not occur so long as I am powered by earthly breath. Surely you hear it father, the cries of a battered and injured planet. I hear the shrieks of agony and the cries for help as Mother Earth slowly withers due to the acidic sin. I will not let the innocent planet die my lord, I will die myself first. The soil, the biogenesis of human life, shall also serve as the final resting place for the physical forms of those who would disregard the will of god. My lord, watch closely as your son helps populate the realm of the dead. Reach out and bless your heroic fighter Higher One, watch closely as I save the pure world.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 22:04:40 GMT -5
Completing his plea to the heavens, the young one slowly rises to his feet and simply gazes down into the open grave once again. While still gazing and allowing his mechanical mind to function like clockwork, he slowly slides his long trench coat off of his beaten upper body. As he exposes his scarred torso to the elements of Mother Earth, it becomes clear that his physical form is in a state of agony, as his facial expressions indicate a clear hurting and sense of searing pain. The Scorpion knows in his godlike mind that his physical form will eventually give out; however he must nonetheless follow the commands of the entity greater than himself.
Slowly dropping his trench coat on the ground nearby, The Scorpion casually and calmly jumps down into the grave in front of him. Eerily reminiscent of previous requests of his heavenly father to pass judgment, he once again rests in an open grave that upon collapse would take him from the human world. All it would take would be a single, quick action of the lord to bring an end to the earthly life of his eternal messenger. However, this time the young one does not rest on his back as he has done in times past, as he slowly kneels and gathers a large clump of soil in his gloved hand. Slowly he allows the dirt to run through his fingers, once again taking in a strong symbolism from his actions. For the soil he has removed from the earth is returning to the earth, just as the purity removed from the planet shall soon return to the planet. With this action he is reminded of the importance of his actions. He is the planet’s only hope, the only one who would fight in the name of restoring Eden. While the rest of the world attempts to bring about war, he is the one attempting to bring about peace.
He allows the rest of the dirt to run through his fingers and back to the ground before casually standing up in the grave. Thanks to his fairly advanced height, the young one is able to reach over the side of the grave and acquire his trench coat once again. Quickly reaching into one of the large interior pockets, The Scorpion produces the now trademark pale white rose and holds the flower gently in his hand. He knows that his actions of the previous days have led to this gentle flower becoming synonymous with a bringer of destruction, therefore he seeks to use its beauty to relay his message in a way that the ignorant pawns might not understand if he merely spoke the holy word. While allowing his mind to wander ever so slightly, The Scorpion simply gazes into the pale petals of the flower, envisioning a resurrected Eden where they would bloom without restraint. Still holding these beautiful thoughts, he slowly places the flower in the soil of the grave with tender care before stepping back and calmly climbing out of the grave after retrieving his coat.
Once again resting on the solid ground of the earth, The Scorpion looks down at the small flower embedded in the bottom of the grave. In seeing this he actually cracks a smile ever so slightly, for he realizes that this is symbolic of the current happenings of the world. He realizes that his actions have planted the seeds of purity for the world and that soon the will of the Higher One shall nurture the gentle sapling into full blown paradise. He also realizes that he must stand guard over this resurrection, as the greed of human beings would seek to kill the gentle sapling before it may bloom. It is no wonder that the pagan souls seek to demean the purity of faith, as it is a clear indication that each is aware of his inevitable damnation, therefore they take the normal human action of denying its legitimacy. No matter how much one professes superiority, a sheep is still a member of the flock.
The revelation is simply a reaffirmation of his own beliefs however, as the dark one does not need to be reminded of the importance of his task. Indeed, it is the life he has lived upon Mother Earth’s hallowed soil that imbues him with a sense of duty and responsibility for making sure the purity of the planet rises again. Truly fate is a cruel mistress, as the very society that crippled the world has produced the one that will initiate that same world’s resurrection. He who is born of society shall in turn bring about the death of society. It is often said that ultimately one will face the consequences of his actions. This philosophy shall hold true upon completion of the resurrection of eternal paradise, as the wrongs laid upon the heavenly spirit by human society shall be righted when stands alongside the lord as one of the chosen few that would embrace eternal paradise. It is then that he may stop his mission at long last and simply allow himself to be carried along by the tides of fate. At that point, he will know that the sacrifices have not been in vain...
His mind eased by these pure thoughts, The Scorpion kneels to one knee and lifts up another small clump of earth, the small clump of soil showing the purity of the planet and allowing him to view a slightly distorted reflection of himself within his own mind. While still gazing, he speaks aloud once again to his lord and master, obviously wishing to relay his internal thoughts to his divine father…
The Scorpion: Watch over this sapling father. Watch over this world as I fight to make sure the sapling of purity may blossom. I am the resistance father, this planet’s lifeline against the eternal assault laid against it by human greed. I am used to sacrifice my lord; therefore I will suffer the blows and embrace the pain. The human being is the ultimate parasite father, how much the world would be better if they were to cease to exist. This world is under constant assault by the sin of human greed, therefore we must stand against this evil force in the name of the golden aurora of the heavens. I will stand steadfast in the fires of war father; I will battle on even when all allies fall. I must be strong and focused my lord; otherwise everything will have been in vain. I am to be the shepherd that herds the sheep into the den of fire heavenly father; I am to be the one that will make sure the world is saved. My blade never rests my lord; I shall swing the blade of justice for all eternity if I must…
His plea to the heavens complete, The Scorpion slowly releases the drab brown soil from his grip and puts his trench coat back on once again. He grants one final soft gaze towards the white rose before casually turning around and walking away from the open grave. He continues walking, yet stops once again to gaze around at the innumerable graves. For a second time he allows the sight of the graves to imprint in his mind, knowing all too well that it is symbolic of the future for all human warriors. Earthly death and eternal damnation are the only fates that await those attempting to stop the sapling of purity from blossoming once again. He is gazing now at the final resting place of all who would stand against him. As he slowly purifies the world of the living, the population shall continually rise in the house of the dead. He knows that they will come to rest here by his hands, a revelation that empowers him once again with the pride and achievement that comes with being the holy messenger of destruction.
However he also realizes that this same sense of pride must also serve to empower him to go on. Regardless of the pain felt in his body he must continue to fight, even if his body’s natural defenses attempt to resist. No matter the pain and anguish, he must continue to suffer the blows and resist the attacks. Such is the fate of the holy son of god; he is doomed to an earthly existence of battles and pain. Yet all matters not upon his ascension into paradise, for when he stands alongside the Higher One at the throne of the heavens all previous pain will seem like an oh so fleeting moment. In an endless infinity, human life is truly a fleeting, finite time span; therefore all will be rectified once paradise returns. Truly he is blessed to be allowed the privilege of saving the world. With no earthly attachment to society he is undisturbed by emotion and can slaughter without the slightest hesitation. The revelation is nothing less than pleasing to the young one, for he knows that the slaughter that shall soon commence will be done entirely in the name of resurrecting an injured world.
With his mind still operating based on these thoughts, the young fighter continues walking through the graveyard, ultimately coming to a large iron gate that exits back into society. However, he slows considerably while walking forward, obviously desiring to spend just a little more time in quiet solitude among the dead. He knows that such a relaxing environment will grow incredibly distant to him in the near future when he initiates the campaign against the pagan forces. With this knowledge, it is obvious that the blackened soul intends to savor as much beautiful solitude as possible, for such a luxury is rarely afforded to one who is a fighter for the divine will. He knows that the idea of solitude will soon become foreign; therefore he logically savors as much time as he can. For even though he lives only for faith, it is still only natural to occasionally desire peace and solitude. While godly in soul, he is still human in form, an unfortunate fact that he realizes he cannot eliminate no matter how valiantly he may try.
This is why he must continue to fight. He knows that if he does not continue then the purity of the world will never reinvigorate its damaged soil and Mother Earth will fall into ruin and decay. Should this happen, his entire existence has been in vain and he will be cursed to a finite existence that would end with the expiration of the physical form. This is his mission, his ultimate purpose, his sole reason for being placed upon the soil of the earth. Without the planet being restored, he will never come to know and embrace true peace and tranquility. Therefore he fights, not for his own benefit but for the benefit of the planet. As is often said, one must not combat cancer by killing the patient; they must simply eliminate the cancerous cells. In this regard he knows that he shall serve as the doctor healing the patient of a deadly disease. He realizes that shall truly be the savior of the world, for he will eliminate the cancer known as society through the destruction of human souls.
The greed of the human race is the reason for everything. If humans did not exist than the world would be saved. It is because of human greed that the world knows pain and suffering, for it is the human psyche that dominates the unnatural workings of the planet and serves to overpower Mother Earth’s natural purity. Truly these thoughts dominate the thoughts of the dark spirit. The Scorpion realizes that he has no attachment to society; therefore it will matter not when it is destroyed in a fire fueled by divine rage. The only way to save the world is to eliminate greed and the only way to eliminate greed is to obliterate the human race. The equation is quite logical, as the results of one action will influence the results of an alternate action. If humans are gone, greed is gone. The simple logic of this statement is what drives the madness residing in the dark one. It is through this logic that he performs the eternal will of god. Through his actions the equation shall balance and restore equilibrium to the world.
These thoughts conclude as his trek ends and he reaches the iron gate. However before exiting, The Scorpion once again kneels in prayer, obviously wanting to deliver one last message to the lord before heading into battle…
The Scorpion: Watch over me heavenly father. Watch over me as I enter into battle against the pagan drones. With your will as my guiding light, I will navigate the dark abyss of humanity and eliminate all who would do this planet harm. No matter who they send against me my lord, all will fail thanks to the divine will. My trek will cease only when it is your will father, I will continue to battle in the name of god until that time comes. Without my efforts, this world is damned to eternal destruction. Thank you my lord, thank you so much for allowing me the power to perform your will. Without you, I would have been doomed to a meaningless life devoid of all pleasure and sentenced to eternal hell. Through you, my suffering now has a purpose. . I expect to feel searing pain and suffer intense trauma. Yet it matters not to the enlightened mind father, for all wounds shall heal upon entrance through the golden gates of Eden. I am the omnipotent one; I am the executioner that shall eliminate all who stand in the way of healing this wounded planet. Does one not fight to defend that which he treasures most? Unlike the rest my lord, I treasure only my service to the faith and the true essence of purity embedded within the world’s soil. All if for your holy will dear father. Without you, I have nothing. Without you, I feel nothing. Without you, I am nothing…
Now finished, The Scorpion slowly rises and calmly pushes the heavy iron gate open. He turns for one last gaze at the graveyard before turning and walking through the gate, never looking back until he vanishes from sight…
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 22:07:13 GMT -5
Ladies and Gentleman
The fourth member of the inaugural class of the ACW Hall of Fame
Yoko Satoshi
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 22:08:34 GMT -5
See You Next Week CP and BK
Leaving town. As BK steps into the parking lot that’s his only goal. He showed up tonight in Lawrence, Kansas to make sure that Chris Phenomenal and him reached an understanding. He walked down to the ring with the purpose of showing the only man in ACW to have an un-avenged victory over him that after ACW’s 7th Anniversary he’d not have that distinction and yet it was all ruined by one man, Jason Freeman. Always making sure he stuck his oversized nose where it didn’t belong and this time it was in his business, in something that was above and beyond him. Sure Hawthorne could make the match and force BK to show up but that’s all he’d have to do. An unmotivated BK London, having come back to ACW simply for his fans could beat a trained and fully gunned Jason Freeman, any day of the week but most certainly at Omega Effect. Chris Phenomenal however was a different story, every day he woke up he was faced with the fact that Chris had beaten him at Born Again, ruined his single month return to the ring. When he retired, BK was at peace with himself and the wrestling world, content with the fact that he’d done everything possible. Now however that wasn’t the case and it burned him, stung in the inner-most recesses of his soul. There was not a man on earth he’d permit to say that BK London had been unable to beat him.
Reaching his car, he pulls out his keys and presses the automatic lock, the lights flashing once signaling the deed is done. Home in Brooklyn is now the only thing on his mind, the flat in the uppermost levels and Kiley awaiting him. As he steps around the back bumper however, that’s all lost as sitting their on a small folding chair is Chris Phenomenal, grinning as BK is caught off guard and jumps back a half step.
Chris Phenomenal: Easy there London, you look like you’ve just seen someone you know you can’t beat.
There it is, so matter of fact, the cards placed on the table immediately. BK steps up and puts a stern grin on his face and studies Chris. Adrian Flamingo, Jay Zero, Andrew Hunter, throughout his time in ACW there were a handful of characters that BK had come across that made him feel this way, that effected him so, forcing him to restrain himself from everyone but there was something different about Chris Phenomenal as well. It wasn’t that he was unbeatable, or that he wasn’t from BK’s era of dominance, it was heritage, a kid much the same as BK who had to fight his way up, claw for everything he ever got a hold of. It was the people who said he was the new BK London, the 2010 version of ACW’s greatest superstar.
BK London: Makes sense I guess Chris. You wait in the shadows waiting for your prey to walk in then “wham” you decide to take them out. Dave Shadow, Rattlesnake, Danny Mainer, it’s all the same. Well guess what, Chris Hanson’s knocking on your door.
Chris Phenomenal: Cute, really BK, Chris Hanson. Let’s be serious here London, I’ve got no intention of taking you out tonight, no intention of starting anything I just wanted to make sure we reached an understanding.
BK nods, the feeling mutual.
BK London: Let me guess, you want to let me know that you’re the best, you lost your ACW Title on a punchers chance and come Omega Effect you’re going to win it back. You see old BK London as a tune up for it against Danny Mainer, someone not in your league but a man in which Danny Mainer has no chance of beating?
Chris Phenomenal: You said it, not I.
BK interjects himself.
BK London: I wasn’t finished, because as far as I’m concerned Chris, you’re giving yourself too much credit. You always have and will always be a cocky little son of a crack whore who managed to stumble out of the ghetto at the right time. You’re riding my coattails along the path that I trail blazed. If I didn’t make it so kids like you could have a shot at Omega Effect, you’d be lying in a coroners office about now. I am BK London Chris, I am an ACW Hall of Famer, the greatest ACW Wrestler in history. If you want to look past me at Omega Effect, that’s your prerogative but it’ll be your down fall as well. In case…
It’s Chris’ turn to interrupt.
Chris Phenomenal: As far as I’m concerned London, Omega Effect is a foregone conclusion. Danny Mainer as you said, got lucky, managed to catch me off guard and walked away with the title. He wasn’t the better man that day, just had a horseshoe up his ass, the same one I pulled out when I threw him over the top later that evening to get to face him again. What I am focused on is you London, because as far as I’m concerned, I’ve been and will be champion again but an opportunity against you, that doesn’t come around every day of the week. At Born Again I…
BK interrupts.
BK London: No, at Born Again I made a mistake, I looked to prove that you were nothing like me and it cost me. I’m man enough to admit when I lost, and next week I’ll get a chance to avenge it. If you recall Chris, I’m the one who controlled the match, I’m the one who had you down for the count. I could have ended it but I didn’t and that was my mistake but next week that’s not going to happen. You didn’t knock me out, didn’t make me submit, I knocked myself out Chris and you took…
Chris Phenomenal: Pah! I played you BK London. You can belie my accomplishments all you want BK, that’s what you made a living out of doing and you’re more than welcome to continue. After next week though, you’re not going to be considered the best, I will. After next week Freeman won't even have a chance to finish you off. You see, it’s a perfect opportunity BK, I get to take you out and shatter Jason Freeman’s plans, he’s locked in, figuring that if he can take you out we will percieve him to be something better than he actually is and when I put you in the hospital, his opportunity to do that will be long gone.
BK London: Really Chris, put me in the hospital?
Chris Phenomenal: That’s what I said.
BK London: Then you’re out of your mind. I’m not going to let you make your career out of my name Chris. I’m going to make sure that Jason Freeman realizes what he’s got himself into and avenge my defeat, to show you that you’re nothing compared to BK London, just another babe fresh off the teat. You said it’s perfect for you, the ability to kill two birds with one stone, well it is and will be the same for me.
Chris Phenomenal: You keep telling yourself that London but deep down, you know that you’re no match for me.
BK London: Really?
Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, you were the big name when ACW was a babe, a promotion without a guide, without direction. You were the best of the worst and that’s quite the accomplishment if I dare say so myself. You never had to face the likes of Dave Shadow, TJ or I, you merely were beating Latino who quite frankly, fears Arizona or FSX who’s still hiding somewere in the ACW arena, long since forgotten in the shadows.
BK London: Really, just Latino, a man who is already in the Hall of Fame. FSX who was considered the best wrestler in the business at the time Chris. It’s fitting though, trained under Senator and his ignorance rubbed…
Chris Phenomenal: His ignorance? Surely you may have beaten him but he told me everything there is to know about you BK London. There’s no one who’s faced you more in the ring, no one who knows every single trick you can throw at me. BK London: Even Phillips doesn’t know everything. No man’s intellect is that great.
Chris Phenomenal: Yes, but you’re not facing just him, you’re also facing me London.
BK London: Right right, I’m sorry, I just figured you contributed so little to the team that it’s negligible.
BK smirks as he looks down at his watch. Chris shakes his head in disgust before continuing on.
Chris Phenomenal: We can sit here all night and do this London, I’m more than happy too but I’m certain you’ve got to head back to Brooklyn so I’ll let you take your leave. Have a safe trip, wouldn’t want you to get hurt and not be able to show up.
With that Chris picks up his chair and backs out of the way, allowing London access to the vehicle. BK steps in and throws the keys in the ignition, smiling to himself inside the vehicle as he puts it in reverse and jerks his way out. He stops as he’s perpendicular to the rest of the vehicles and rolls down the window before looking at Chris.
BK London: You’re right, I do need to get back to Brooklyn but first I’m going back to ACW Island. I’ve got an appointment for a post appearance rub down there. I think it’s with a girl named Paige.
Chris looks at BK, before chasing after him, chair in hand as the car speeds away. Chris throws the chair and it slams into the windshield but not breaking it as London pulls out of the parking garage.
Chris Phenomenal: I swear to God London.
And with that, the squeall of tires turning the corner is heard and the segment cuts to a close.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 22:09:40 GMT -5
Segment: Buddy Ghee vs TJ vs Theodore Wellington Credit: Theodore Wellington The fans have been treated to one heck of a night so far as ACW pushes towards the biggest show of the year…Omega Effect. We come to the main event and it is time for the much anticipated Triple Threat match for the Entertainment Championship. As they anxiously wait for the match to get going Philip gets up and into the ring. The fans start cheering as they know what is coming.Philip: Ladies and Gentleman…the following match is a Triple Threat match for the ACW Entertainment Championship! Introducing first…The Reigning champion…TJ!The beginning to his theme begins to play as the lights go out. Red, white, and gold lights flash as TJ rises up like Kurt Angle in TNA. TJ looks around. He then does a Goldberg like jump as red, white, and gold fireworks go off and the lights come on. At this same time, the lyrics come on. TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm. He hands the belt to the ref who puts it outside as he waits for his other two opponents.
The lights dim and the spot light hits the ramp as Theodore Wellington rises into it from under the stage. He is more determined than ever as he starts marching down to the ring. He climbs up the ring steps and stares at TJ as he wipes his feet on the apron and ducks into the ring. He goes right up and gets face to face with TJ and the two start talking shit back and forth as ref keeps pushing them apart.
Before things get out of hand Shining Star by Earth Wind and Fire plays on the speaker and the fans pop as Buddy Ghee burst onto stage. He too looks more serious as ever as he makes his way down. He holds up the dog collar he is holding in his hand and he points to Theodore. He gets up on the ring apron and turns his back to the ring holding the collar up for the fans to see. While he is turned around Theodore pushes TJ into Ghee, sending Ghee to the floor. Theodore quickly rolls out of the ring as TJ turns around to hit him. Ghee gets up and looks at TJ in the ring by himself before sliding in. He gets in TJ’s face and the two argue when out of nowhere Ghee cracks him with a right hand and the bell ring signaling the start of the match.
TJ turns and punches Ghee right back and the two start a back and forth punch fest that takes them all around the ring. Ghee finally gets the upper hand and starts pounding TJ with lefts and rights, one after the other. He ducks down and uses his shoulders to drive TJ into the turnbuckle back first. With TJ rest on the turnbuckle, Ghee runs to the opposite turnbuckle and runs back to TJ hitting a dropkick to his face. With that Ghee gets up and is feeling the energy. TJ gets up on his hands and knees and crawls forward, trying to get to his feet, when Ghee comes flying in with a scissors kicks that plants TJ back on the mat.
Now Ghee gets up and looks to the outside where Theodore Wellington is just standing there watching the action. Ghee goes to the ropes and yells for Wellington to get in the ring, a request that Wellington just laughs at. He turns his back to Ghee and Buddy doesn’t like that one bit. Buddy goes the on the apron and attempts a springboard moonsault but Theodore see’s it coming and moves and Ghee pulls off a great stop and winds up landing on his feet. He goes to hit Theodore, this time with a bulldog but once again Theodore see’s it coming and he catches Ghee and tosses him in the ring. Ghee stands up and is getting mad but still goes from another springboard except TJ is up now and he levels Ghee from behind.
Morgan tells Theodore he’ll be right back for him as he goes and scoops up Ghee and throws to the mat with an over the head power slam. He quickly goes and picks him up and throws him off the ropes, connecting with a violent boot to the face when Ghee comes back. Ghee is quick to his feet, though probably more off of instinct as he seems to have no idea where he is and before he can realize where he is TJ is back with a running leg lariat the plants Ghee down this time. TJ goes over to the turnbuckle and raises his arm as the crowd cheers.
Before the fans can warn him though, Theodore finally gets involved in the match by running up and planting TJ with a german suplex from the second rope. Theodore smiles at his smart move as he looks down at his two opponents both on the mat. He walks around TJ slapping his head a little to taunt him as TJ gets to his feet. He whips him into the corner and follows behind him. As soon as TJ hits the turnbuckle Wellington is there with a giant splash that sends TJ stumbling forward. Theodore grabs him and hits another German Suplex into the corner post! TJ grabs his neck and rolls out of the ring as Theodore gets up.
He turns around and Ghee is now up and staring at his Omega Effect 6 opponent. The smile on Theodore’s face quickly evaporates as Ghee glares a hole straight through him. Theodore takes a step to the left and Ghee’s eyes follow him. He moves around trying to get out of Ghee’s eye sight but Buddy’s eyes follow him with each move. Theodore decides to just go for it and swings a right hand at Ghee but he blocks and sits Theodore down with a clothesline. Theodore is up quickly as Ghee hits ANOTHER clothesline. Once he gets up again, Ghee kicks him in the stomach and hooks the leg, sending Wellington to the mat with a fisherman suplex. Theodore tries to roll out of the ring for safety but TJ is now up on the outside and Theodore backs right into him. When turns around, TJ grabs him by the back of his head and throws him into the barricade. He picks up Wellington but before he can do anymore damage Ghee comes flying over the top and drops both me with a cross body that sends all three men to the floor.
Ghee is the first one up and picks up Wellington and throws him in the ring. Buddy pushes him against the ropes and hits some stiff chops to the chest. He throws Wellington off the ropes and when he comes back he drops him with a spinning heel kick. Theodore hits the mat and once again tries to roll out but Ghee grabs him and lifts him to his feet. He hooks his head and gets the crowd rallied up before planting Theodore with a corkscrew neck breaker! He rolls over and goes for the pin.1..
2..NO! Ghee gets up and climbs the turnbuckle and now the crowd is in a frenzy as he waits for Theodore to get up. TJ jumps up the apron and tries to grab Ghee but instead gets kicked back to the outside. Theodore gets up now and Buddy flies off the turnbuckle and connects with Shining Star (shoot star ddt)!! The crowd goes crazy as Ghee goes for the cover again..1..
TW….TJ is in the ring and he pulls Ghee off of Wellington. Ghee stands up and TJ hits him with a stiff right hand before bouncing of the ropes and planting him with a shoulder block. Ghee gets up and runs back at TJ but TJ counters by grabbing him and planting him with a tilt-a-whirl slam! Now the fans are behind him and as he lifts up Ghee again and now grabs him by the throat. The fans know what’s coming and they start chanting for TJ, as he feels the fans energy he sends Ghee crashing to the mat with a Soulbuster!! He rolls over for the pin but before the ref can even count he notices Theodore getting up so he runs at him in the corner.
He charges full force but Theodore is able to move at the last second causing TJ to crash into the turnbuckle. TJ turns around and Theodore picks him up and hits a spinning back breaker! He goes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits with sick grin as the fans let out a chorus of boos. TJ slowly gets to his feet and as soon as TJ is fully up Theodore jumps off the top rope and connects with a flying Money Shot! Both men crash to the mat as the fans ooh and ah. Theodore crawls over and goes to cover the closet man to him, Ghee and he reaches forward putting his arm over Ghee. What he doesn’t see at the same he does this, TJ throws his arm over as well! The ref drops for the count…1..
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3! The bell rings but the fans, the ref, and everyone in the arena has no clue who the true winner is. Theodore is the only one on his feet and he is raising his hand in victory before he realizes that no call has been made. Another ref comes out to help make the decision and they talk it over while Theodore yells that he is the winner. He walks over to the two refs and talks to them in a huddle and after he walks away the ref goes to Philip on the side. Philip: The winner…………AND NEW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION……THEODORE ‘MONEY’ WELLINGTON! The ref raises Wellington’s hand and hands him the belt as Theodore holds it over his head. He goes to the turnbuckle and raises the belt in the air as the fans are in shock and disbelief. His music all of the sudden fades as…??: HOLD UP! CUT THIS CELEBRATION!Theodore and the fans turn around and Hawthorne is on the Alphatron. Hawthorne: How did those reffs make such a decision, when NO ONE else, including the first reff, could decide who won the match?? I know you too well already Wellington…Mr. Official…can you please empty your pockets…BOTH OF THEM.Theodore is flipping out in the ring and is yelling curses at Hawthorne. The official slowly makes his way to the middle of the ring and puts his hands in his pocket. He looks up at the Alphatron and mouths “I’m sorry” to Hawthorne. He pulls his hands out of his pocket and with it a wad of cash. The fans let out even more boo’s now as Theodore is throwing a temper tantrum in the ring.Hawthorne: You’d thought you’d get away with it didn’t you? I told you Theodore, your money wouldn’t get you far here! And now I have caught you red handed. SO being that you both covered Ghee at the same time and there is no way of telling who really won, I would normally order the match to continue. HOWEVER, since I just caught you trying to BRIBE a referee…I hereby declare….and I hate to say this…..TJ as the winner of this match!Philip: HERE is your winner….AND STILL THE ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION….”THE SOUUUUUUL OF PHILLY”…TJ!TJ’s music blast on the speaker as Theodore throws a full out tantrum. The officials try to get the belt from him but Theodore swings at them scaring them away. More officials start flooding the ring but Theodore won’t let go of the belt and he kicks anyone who tries to get in the ring. He backs away from the ropes and the fans cheer loudly as TJ is now up. He taps Theodore on the shoulder and when he turns around he grabs his neck and drops him with a Soulbuster!! TJ picks up his title and looks down at Wellington as the fans go insane. He lifts the title above his head while standing over Theodore’s prone body as the scene fades.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 24, 2010 22:12:39 GMT -5
A King’s Ransom Chris Phenomenal and Danny Mainer
Two months ago Chris Phenomenal sat in wait of Danny Mainer, a steel chair in hand ready to batter his brains. The trick had worked against Dave Shadow, rendering him obsolete, placing him into a coma for an entire month. It all went awry however when the sixth sense of the six string Samurai kicked into gear, knowing something was not as it seemed. That night had marked just another failure for Chris Phenomenal in his physical confrontations with Danny Mainer, ending with him crushing the face of a young intern used as a human shield.
This night will be different however as he lays in wait, not with a chair, not with a pipe, not with a physical weapon at all. Danny Mainer has proven time and time again that pain doesn’t phase him, his masochistic tendencies preventing Chris’ main intimidator from reaching him. There is a weakness in every man however and after Mainer’s besmirching of Paige earlier in the evening, it had finally clicked. As he lay in wait of BK London, every card had finally fallen into place, an avenue to bulldoze the psyche of Danny Mainer laying wide in the open.
They say the strongest men are those who can confront their weakness, but when their weakness confronts them it’s an entirely different story. Danny Mainer had made it plain to Chris that he was not yet ready for his demons to face him, his attempts at mockery only serving to veil his self doubt. It was all their, plain for anyone with a brain to see, easy to capitalize on.
With the main event concluded, the show should be winding down however the Alphatron clicks to life and the television screens are black, almost as if the power has been cut. Muffled noise however disproves that theory, instead indicating a darkened room. Slowly the noise grows louder, still inaudible but the source coming ever closer. There’s the sound of a jiggling handle, ostensibly from the door to the room the camera is set in before light fills the room from the hall way and illuminates the face of Danny Mainer. He reaches to his right and turns on the light switch to his locker room, formerly belonging to BK London before turning to his left and looking right into the face of Chris Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: Hello Danny.
The flat tone of Chris Phenomenal, merciless and foreboding serves to enrage Danny Mainer. He begins to charge at Chris before he steps aside, revealing next to him, strapped to a long plank of wood, leaning against the wall. Strapped to the plank in nothing but her negligee is Charlotte King, ACW interviewer and former love interest of Danny Mainer. She appears to have been drugged as she lays helplessly against the plank, not resisting at all. Danny stops in his tracks as he looks at Chris Phenomenal, his mind running a mile a minute trying to figure out what is going through his Omega Effect opponents twisted cerebral cortex.
Chris Phenomenal: I’m sure you know Charlotte King by now so I shan’t have to make introductions.
Danny is frozen looking at Chris. He begins to speak but Chris cuts him off.
Chris Phenomenal: I’m sure you’re wondering why she is here and dressed in such a way and quite simply Danny, it’s because I’m going to give you a choice.
[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Let her go or I will FUCKING CUT YOU.”
Danny’s reaction brings a smile to the face of Chris Phenomenal as he turns around and pulls out a six inch long serrated knife and walks over to Charlotte, surveying her.
Chris Phenomenal: Very good Danny, you still care for her. You see a damsel in distress and your male ego drives you to be the hero. Tonight however Danny, you can’t win.
With that Chris takes the knife and sticks it against the left breast of Charlotte, holding the blade against her flesh for a moment before bringing it down, cutting away from the skin but also going right through the satin brassier, revealing her left breast for all to see.
Chris Phenomenal: You see Danny, you said some things about Paige earlier this evening that drew my attention. You swore to Caitlynn that you’d not cheat anymore, that you’d be faithful to her above all else. I intend to put that to the test.
Finally it clicks for Danny, knowing full well what Chris is going to do. Everything he fought so hard for, his family, his life, his sanity to be restored is now being thrown into his face by a knife wielding foe who has hostage a former lover.
Chris Phenomenal: You see, there’s cameras all over, broadcasting live to the world so you can’t deny this Danny. Either way tonight you’re going to lose, either face with the people who have supported you through it all or with your fiance and daughter who realize you will never change. You see, you can do one of two things Danny, you can either confess your love for Charlotte King and physically show it, or you can watch her suffer as your fans watch you look on, wondering why you’re not going to save her.
Chris pauses and looks at Danny Mainer for a moment, giving him ample opportunity to come and save Charlotte but he doesn’t move.
Chris Phenomenal: Are we gun shy Danny? Afraid your army doesn’t compare to some of the larger ones of the world? Because I have this little switch her that can change every camera from broadcast to record.
Again, a pause from Chris that Danny doesn’t react to. Every fiber in his body is screaming for him to save Charlotte but he can’t bring himself to harm Caitlynn again.
Chris Phenomenal: Have it your way Danny? Let’s see what Ms. King here does in her garden.
Chris takes the knife and cuts off the panties worn by Charlotte before raising them up before the camera. It stays just above the point of no return, preventing the people watching from seeing her pussy.
Chris Phenomenal: I must say, someone has skills of a…
Chris is cut off however as Chairman Hawthorne, accompanied by a number of security guards and police officers arrive with weapons drawn.
Officer: Put the knife down.
Chris smiles as he drops the knife and the police officers come in, accompanied by the enraged Chairman.
Samuel Hawthorne: Chris, I don’t care about Omega Effect and what not. What you’ve done to her is despicable and I am faced with no choice but to fire…
Chris Phenomenal: No you’re not going to fire me you imbecile. As it stands you’re in my debt for taking on BK London and as is, I’ve got that little contract provision that kept me safe from Dave Shadow under Gingerdude. Until I’m convicted of a crime I can’t be fined, suspended or terminated, which officers, I would ask you to turn and watch the video about to play on that television screen.
Chris turns as Danny Mainer.
Chris Phenomenal: And as for you Danny, you gutless coward. What makes your life more important than that of Charlotte. What type of hero are you, what perfect protagonist wouldn’t save a damsel in distress. You’re nothing Danny Mainer and everyone knows it.
Danny is still standing almost paralyzed, watching the two police officers that are tending to Charlotte before the television kicks to life, revealing the face of a perfectly fine Charlotte.
Charlotte King: To whom it may concern. I am certain by know you will have Chris handcuffed and likely carried away in a paddy wagon. However this act was consensual, a fantasy of mine he agreed to carry out.
Chris smiles as he looks at the lifeless form of Charlotte King with a smile, the officers looking at Chris.
Officer: Sir, we’re going to need Ms. King to confirm it herself that this was a consensual act. So at this moment…
The officer begins to read off Chris’ Miranda rights as the copyright logo appears in the bottom right hand corner and we fade to black, ending the show.
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