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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:03:45 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare May 31st 2010
ACW 7th Anniversary Show Omaha, Nebraska Qwest Center
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Jason Freeman vs. XS3
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ACW Rookie Battle Royal Scorpion vs. Theodore Wellington vs. TJ vs. Buddy Ghee vs. Laron Xavier vs. Ryan Cole vs. Ben Hatley vs. Trace Birmingham vs. Criminal
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Danny Mainer vs. The Senator
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Chris Phenomenal vs. BK London
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:04:08 GMT -5
Specifically for this event ACW decides to throw out all the works with the fireworks display. They come from all angles and strike the Alphatron which result in a huge explosion that amazes the Omaha fans. We pan through the live Qwest Center, and tonight ACW is celebrating 7 fantastic years in business.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:04:19 GMT -5
Segment: Preparations (Credit: Freeman)
Jason Freeman sits in his locker-room, complete silence surrounding him. He is deep in thought, which is usual for his scheming mind. Everything was going well, and if the cards fell the way they were supposed to…well…there would be good days ahead. There was still a small point to be taken care of, but he was confident everything would finally work out the way it was supposed to. But he was not taking any chances yet. He was not going to get lazy. He had to make sure everything ran smoothly. Certain tasks had proven more difficult than Freeman had anticipated, but he had persisted, and he believed that it was about to get much easier. It is then that his phone rings, and he looks down on it before picking it up to his ear. It seems that this is an important phone call, as something like triumph passes Freeman’s eyes.
Freeman: Yes?
He listens to the person on the other line, the gleam in his eyes intensifying as time goes on. It seems that this is good news. In fact, the reason Freeman had been sitting in his locker-room in the first place had been because he had been waiting for this call. As the person on the other line speaks, Freeman nods his head. The other man had called just as he was supposed to. And everything was happening the way he had planned. With Freeman's recent luck, he had become slightly embittered, and in the back of his mind had been expecting something to go wrong - something he hadn't realized until things had actually gone right.
Freeman: I see.
From Freeman’s vague comments, it is impossible to tell what exactly is going on in this conversation. The man on the other line is obviously doing much of the talking.
Freeman: Good. You’ve made the right choice. You’ll see that soon enough.
And Freeman hangs up the phone, and spends a moment just taking it in. He wants to relish this moment. The moment where his plans come together. Then when he has sufficiently celebrated in his own mind, he dials a new number, and once again brings his phone up to his ear. He waits patiently until the faint murmur of a voice on the other line is heard.
Freeman: All is set.
And just like that he hangs up, before standing up, and turning his phone off. A short conversation to be sure, but a meaningful one. Those words coming out of Freeman’s mouth cannot be a good thing. But who was he just talking to? Who called him originally? What is he planning? Had someone such as Kevin Anderson seen what had just gone down, he no doubt would have many questions to ask, but he didn’t. In fact, Kevin Anderson was on his way towards Freeman’s locker-room right at that very moment. He of course, looks to interview Freeman over his actions last week when he confronted BK London in the middle of the ring. The two men cross each others’ paths when Freeman opens his locker-room door, just as Kevin reaches it. Freeman would most likely be annoyed at Kevin’s appearance, but for some reason, he finds himself unconcerned. In fact, it was probably the best mood he’d been in in a very long time.
Kevin: Jason Freeman, last week you confronted BK London in the middle of the ring, before being forced to back down by Samuel Hawthorne. Do you have anything to say about the situation?
Freeman merely closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, looking up at the sky. He then opens his eyes once more and slowly begins to stand. Kevin realizes that Freeman usually only speaks, when he decides he wants to, and many interviews with him lead to nothing, but hopefully he will want to respond to this. It seems at least, like he intends to. He seems in a relatively good mood, probably the best mood he’s been in since losing at Fallen Heroes. Whether that was a good or bad thing, however, Kevin had no idea. The fans are a bit curious to see what Freeman has to say for himself, because the situation was bizarre last week. It wasn’t like Freeman to put himself in a situation such as that, where there didn’t seem to be any obvious plan of action. The silence goes by, until finally Freeman opens his mouth to speak, and Kevin eagerly puts the microphone in front of him.
Freeman: Do you feel it Kevin? Do you feel it in the air?
Kevin’s face says it all, as his eyes squint with confusion. This was not exactly what he was expecting. He doesn’t exactly know how he’s supposed to answer, or what exactly he’s supposed to be feeling, though something in Freeman’s voice was very eerie.
Kevin: Er…feel what?
Freeman: You’ll see.
And as Kevin opens his mouth to respond, Freeman turns, and continues on his way down the hallway. Kevin stares after him, wondering what has just happened, and why for some reason he feels extremely uneased...
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:04:32 GMT -5
Segment: Protest Credit: Theodore Wellington and TJ “My Time” blasts on the speakers and the fans are horrified at the thought of Wellington starting off the show two weeks in a row. If you couldn’t tell by their faces how disgusted they are, they let EVERYONE know by the roar of boo’s that almost shakes the arena. The spotlight hits the stage but Theodore does not rise from underneath it. Instead he comes out from the back and makes his way to the ring, for going his usual entrance. As he makes his way to the ring he sees a sign directed at him that reads “YOUR MONEY ONLY TALKS BULLSHIT”. He stops and walks over to the fan and rips the sign out of his hands and tears it in half. He drops it on the ramp and continues down to the ring.
He gets to the ring and he climbs up the steps and wipes his feet on the apron before climbing into the ring. He has the people at ringside get him a mic and he waits for the crowd to die down so he can speak. Theodore Wellington: Last week…last week….last week, I was robbed. Plain and simple. I wrestled a perfect match, I wrestled with FLAWLESS strategy, and my victory was taken away from me. You see, TJ and Ghee themselves couldn’t stop me, they needed Hawthorne. I was basically put into a 3-1 situation and I still almost came out with the belt. I am out here tonight because I want to put an OFFICIAL PROTEST to the match and I want to officially start a petition to get Hawthorne fired! Now I know you all hate me, and frankly, I don’t give a damn! But you all know how unfair and biased Hawthorne is as a chairman and he needs to be dealt with, even if I have to do deal with him myself. Even if I have to take away the advertisements and shut down the show completely! I will ge… Wellington is cut off as Hide and Seek by Nonpoint blasts on the speaker and the fans explode with cheers and Theodore rips off his sunglasses. TJ comes out from the back with a smile on his fac. He is wearing his white pants that have the Flyers’ logo on in several places. He is also wearing his own T-shirt that is covered by the Entertainment title as it is draped over his shoulder. He has a mic in his hand as he begins to walk down the ramp and talking to Theodore as the music dies. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Teddy, Teddy, Teddy, you have it all wrong! If you take away the advertisements, it’ll give management to undo the mistake of hiring you by firing you, then we’d get those ads and more just for taking you off, but I think we won’t get Crest or Colgate to sign on. I mean, just look at those pearly whites, how much time does it take you to get those teeth that white? An hour? Two? THREE!?! The fans begin to laugh as TJ crakes another smile. Theodore does not find the humor, or chooses to ignore it as he stares down at TJ as TJ enter the ring.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh come on! Show me those pearly whites! Smile! Ok, or not. But look, you did something that no one else can say: you came closer to taking this belt from me then anyone that didn’t attack me before a match. It’s sad that will be as close as you get to taking my title. As far as this “protest” goes, it’s a better joke than that Colgate and Crest joke I just had. You want to get the match reversed? Look, I don’t want to bring up the video because I don’t feel like sitting in this ring with you much longer than I have to. What happened was with both pinned Buddy at the same time, well I beat you to it by about a millisecond and the refs had to discuss it. And you and your fucking trust-fund impatience couldn’t wait to see who won, so you bribed the ref. Dumbass. You got caught and now you are crying for something that won’t happen.
Theodore Wellington: I…
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh shut up! God damn it, no one wants to listen to you anymore tonight just shut up already. Now, onto this petition to get rid of Hawthorne, how many of these claims do you have to make to make yourself sound believable? Look, Hawthorne was doing his job and protecting the integrity of the Entertainment championship, something that if you won via your bank account, would have dropped the Entertainment championship into the toilet. Unlike you, I’m concerned with how I represent the company, something that really you should start doing.
Theodore Wellington: I don’t care what you’re concerns are. Hawthorne screwed me out of that title TWICE now, and he refuses to put me in the Crucible so I can get a title shot he CAN’T mess with. I wi…
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Crucible? Now you’re trying to get in the Crucible? Haha, it funny, because no matter how far ahead you think you are, you will always be in my footsteps.
Theodore Wellington: Great, let me guess, you’re in the Crucible already? Maybe I will just beat you and take your spot.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Like you did last week? Oh wait that’s right *TJ takes the belt off his shoulder and raises it in the air as the fans cheer* You didn’t. And no, I am not yet, but I am letting Sammie have the honor of announcing my name as the last name and as the top draw. I mean, Sammie, as incompetent as he is when it comes to knowledge of wrestling, he knows how to make money, and with me in the match, the match is sure to bring in a lot of money, something that with you in it would just diminish.
Theodore Wellington: You know, I’m getting really sick of you little boy. Maybe I’ll just kick your ass for the fun of it. [/color] With that he drops the mic and steps towards TJ, who drops his mic and steps closer. The two stare at each other, face to face, tension so thick you can cut it with a knife. Before anything happens though, Hawthorne once again appears on the Alphatron. Hawthorne: TJ…THEODORE….UP HERE! The two men reluctantly look away from the stare down and up at Hawthorne on the tron. Hawthorne: Good, I got your attention. What am I going to do with you two? I put you guys in a match, things get out of hand and I have to get involved. You guys don’t have a match, and you’re out here causing trouble and now I have to get involved. So now I look at the ring and when I see you two next to each other, it confuses me. I mean, you both love the sound of your own voices, you think you’re the best at what you do, and you both spend your nights thinking of ways to annoy the hell out of me! So in that spirit, and with you both wanting in on the Crucible, I decided how you guys can earn your way in…you two are going to be in a match where the winner gets into the Crucible match. It will be TJ and Theodore Wellington….TEAMING UP AGAINST THE SOUTHERN SMASHERS! And that match is NOW!The fans explode with cheers and the monumental announcement as TJ and Theodore just stare at each other, shocked and confused. Theodore takes off his suit jacket and shirt as the two stare each other down…
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:05:20 GMT -5
Segment: Time is no limit. (Credit: Ryan Cole)
We cut to Ryan Cole standing in front of his personal “RCW” banner. The mood is lighter than when we usually see the mortal enemy of modesty; he has a certain excitement about him and is even smiling rather than his usual cocky smirk.
Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, fans of RCW I must tell you that tonight is a very special night because as you all know tonight, is an anniversary for RCW you see tonight marks the the moment where one of the greatest things in this sport began.
He pauses for a moment and plays to the crowd who start an “ACW” chant which widens the smile on Cole’s face.
Cole: That’s right tonight marks the date. It’s hard to believe, I’m still struggling to comprehend it myself. I mean ... 6 weeks...
Cole lets out a nostalgic sigh and wipes away a non-existent tear the crowd are quite trying to figure out just what the London native is talking about but the silence quickly turn to boos as some of the crowd pick up on what he means.
Cole: It’s been six whole weeks since my debut here. 6 weeks. Time does fly doesn’t it?
The audience boos the incredible ego of Ryan Cole even on this night still focusing on himself.
Cole: Now Campbell’s not here just yet, good people he’s helping to finalize everything for the celebrations of this monumental anniversary, sadly fans of RCW you won’t be able to join me for these celebrations. The reason for this being ... why would I invite you?
More boos rain down upon Cole. He moves out of the way of the RCW logo and motions for the camera to zoom on it
Cole: Do you see this?
He steps back into the frame.
Cole: This is what I’ve done in just six weeks. I’ve made this company mine; I’ve made this company revolve around me. In six weeks I’ve had a submissions match, a triple threat match, I’m undefeated, I’ve won at Fallen Heroes. I have done more in these six weeks then most do in a lifetime certainly more than any of you.
Despite the conviction behind his words there is a slight hint of uncertainty something not before seen from Ryan Cole.
Cole: Speaking of which. Tonight’s “Rookie Battle Royal” has got me thinking. I’m going to be in the ring with eight other men who have been in this company for less than one year, and yet I’m already in a different league to all of them. You see the difference is that for most normal men, thy need time to establish themselves but for me? Its different time is no limit for me I’m only limited by the oppertunites I’m given and tonight is a big opportunity, and even if I’m not given an opportunity, I’ll make one.
Cole’s signature smirk returns and an air of calm settles around him
Cole: Now it might be difficult for you to concentrate with all the flashing lights and pretty colours of this being the anniversary show but, please try and ... Remember that.
Ryan runs a hand across the RCW logo before smiling to himself and barging his way past the camera as we fade.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:08:47 GMT -5
Match 1: Jason Freeman vs. XS3 (Credit: Jason Freeman)
XS3 looks across the ring at the man who eliminated him from the Fallen Heroes battle royal, and being that XS3 is in a fiery mood lately, he prepares to get some revenge that he failed to get the last time the two faced off. Freeman merely stands and watches. XS3 seems ready to start things with a fist fight, but Freeman motions XS3 forward and locks up with him, wanting to start this one slow. XS3 decides to play Freeman’s game, and the two begin with some technical wrestling. Both of the two are aggressive in the ring, being able to work over their opponents, but both men also are very skilled in the technical department. In the initial minute however, it is XS3 who seems to have the advantage. Things take a turn when Freeman attempts to irish whip XS3 across the ring, and XS3 ducks under a Freeman clothesline attempt, rebounding with a flying forearm. Freeman attempts to get up, but XS3 hits him with a spinning side kick, which causes Freeman to back up, and rebound groggily off the ropes into a spinning spinebuster, an explosive burst of offense that gets XS3 an early two count.
The middle part of the match shifts gears and both men change the pace. XS3 attempts to work on the ribs of Freeman, perhaps softening him up for the Shadow Step, while Freeman goes for the legs of XS3, a strategy he likes to use as weakening the legs is a good way to get the opponent to their knees in preparation for the shining axe kick. XS3 gets the first major submission of the match in with a hammerlock bearhug, wrenching at the ribs of Freeman, but Freeman uses his other hand to hit XS3’s head, and get behind him, put him in a full nelson, and spin him around into a faceplant. Before XS3 can recover, Freeman locks in a half crab, working the legs. This back and forth exchange continues. Both men are methodical when in control, but Freeman especially takes a slow and punishing pace. Just as the fans seem to be getting a little restless, things heat up, as XS3 shakes off an attempt for another half crab, and pushes Freeman forward with his legs. Freeman hits the turnbuckle, and XS3 gets to his feet running forward for a shadow step! Freeman moves and XS3 hits the turnbuckle, and Freeman spins XS3 around going for a lifting complete shot! XS3 recovers in the air and shifts his weight, landing on his feet, and then shoves Freeman’s head back into the turnbuckle, changing their positions and hitting his own complete shot for a two count.
The pace picks up again as the match draws near its close. Freeman finally does manage to hit his lifting complete shot but it’s only a two count, and Freeman waits for XS3 to get up. XS3 starts to stand and Freeman runs forward for a shining axe kick, but XS3 explodes up into a belly to belly! Freeman flies across the ring, but XS3 stands up clutching his leg. Freeman has worked on it throughout the match and it shows. That doesn’t stop XS3 from climbing to the turnbuckle, and as Freeman stands XS3 hits his Ralph Klein Special (flying bulldog)! The fans erupt as XS3 gets ready to finish this one. He crouches down in the corner, and motions Freeman to his feet. Freeman slowly gets up and begins to turn around as XS3 charges forward, and then Freeman dives out of the way, but in the process kicks his leg out to hit the leg of XS3 that Freeman has worked on the whole match! It works, as XS3 sinks down to his knee clutching his leg, and while he realizes too late what he’s just done, he cannot move in time to avoid the shining axe kick….1….2…3
Phillip: Here is your winner…Jason Freeman!
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:10:11 GMT -5
Segment: So Disrespectful (Credit: Criminal)
Shortly after Jason Freeman defeated XS3 to start of tonight’s warfare the camera moves out to the front of the building. There is security standing in front of the doors, and fans surrounding the front of the building only to be held back by a barricade. A long black limo pulls up drawing the attention of the fans. The quickly move towards it, some tapping on the roof in hopes to get attention by whoever may be inside. The chauffer gets out and quickly goes to the back door of the limo and opens it. Out steps the long anticipated street thug. He steps out of the limo, grabs his luggage, then glares at the building. The fans started yelling for the superstar to come and give them autographs. He glances in the direction of the fans, gives of an evil grin then proceeds to walk towards the door. On the way to the security he notices a set of twins to his left. Being the man that he is, he can’t just leave them alone. After a split second decision he walks over to them.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well, Well, Well, What do we have here?
Twin: Hi, we are BIG fans!!! My name is Emily, and this is my sister Alexis.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Nice to meet you guys. Look, we can talk more inside. Let me help you two over this barricade.
Criminal drops his bags and leans over the barricade. The two girls wrap their arms around his neck, and glare at him as he picks them up and brings them over to his side.
Alexis: Are you sure we are going to be able to get through the security?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I have a…. well lets just say, distinct, way to deal with people like them.
The two girls then walk side by side with Criminal all the way up to the security guard.
Security: Can I see your pass?
Criminal shows it to him, and then tries to walk inside, only to be caught and brought back to the front of the security.
Security: Sir, you are required to go through a pat down safety check. It has come to our attention that some superstars think that you are here to come after them.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I’M A PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER!! Why else would I come to such a degrading town.
Security: Sir, hand you bag over and my partner will check it.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I’M WARNING YOU!!
Security: Warning me?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I am a man full of surprises. You search me, and you just might find yourself somewhere you don’t want to be.
Security: Is that suppose to be some sort of threat?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I’m not really a threatening person. You don’t get anything accomplished by threats.
Security: Sir, are you going to allow me to search you or do I need to call over some of the police?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Go ahead.
The twins walked right in with no problem. Although, they weren’t wearing much clothes to allow them to conceal anything. The girls stand in the doorway watching the superstar get patted down. Suddenly, the security guard feels something tucked away in the pants, and placed against the spine. He grabs it out and looks at it. Before the security is even able to comprehend what he has just found, he hears screams.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] The security guard as an unregistered gun.
Criminal quickly pushes the security guard out of his way and bolts for the door. On his way through he grabs his bags, and pulls the girls inside with him. You are able to hear the cops telling the guard to put down the gun. Criminal then slows down and walks with the twins grinning as if everything went as planned.
Alexis: Was that part of your plan?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You gotta do, what you gotta do. I warned him, and he didn’t want to listen to reason.
Emily: Reason?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Look, ladies, if you are just going to nag at me for the way that I behave you just walked through the door, and you can go back though it.
Alexis: Then who would be by your side?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Women come a dime a dozen when you are famous like myself.
Emily: Girls like us?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Any girl I want.
Emily: Really?
Criminal: Yes, Really, Are you trying to question my ability?
Alexis: Well, you do seem to be a bit on the cocky side.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I will prove myself when I go out to the ring, but right now lets all go in here real quick.
The have reached Criminals locker room. Criminal holds the door open for the twins.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Have a seat in here. I have to go out to the ring, because I have a match tonight. It’s time for yours truly to make some dough. You can watch my match here on this monitor. You can also watch me prove your wrong Emily. After the match, I will be back, and then we will go party.
Alexis: I can’t wait for your return.
Emily: Hurry!
Criminal leaves the locker room, and the camera moves to inside the arena. The lights begin to flicker as Eminem’s “Criminal” begins to play over the PA system. “BECAUSE I’M A CRIMINAL” is heard and pyros fly up into the air. The fans raise in “BOO’S” but the superstar is not anywhere in sight. A voice is heard and the camera cycles the crowd to find out where the man is standing.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] CUT THE MUSIC! CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!
Criminals music stops.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] It seems that some people think that I am not the ladies man that I claim to be. So I have decided that for tonight only, I am going to put all of my criminal antics behind me, and prove myself to be superior. Well, wait, it’s a little to late for that part, but lets not think about what happened an hour ago, but more what’s going to happen now. Ah, I see someone right now.
Criminal walks down the stairs to an obese lady.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal: [/glow] Would you, if given the chance, hold on let me try to say this without vomiting, would you date me.
Obese Lady: OH HELL YEA!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ASKED ME!! ME!, OF ALL PEOPLE TO…
Criminal cuts her off.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well thanks for proving part of my point but I could never ever be seen in public with you. I’ve been to farms that had smaller cows than you! So it’s time for me to move on to someone that actually looks more like a women instead of something that should be slaughtered.
The fans once again raise in “BOO’S” but the superstar don’t care. He proceeds down the stairs and towards the ring when he stumbles upon a sexy blonde.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Same question to you gorgeous.
Blonde: You are cute, and I could see myself being with you.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You could see yourself with me? That’s a little ironic don’t you think? I could never be with you either. You just as bad as the obese slut a few rows up.
The blonde takes her hands and outlines the curves in her body.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] That’s all you have is the looks, but look at your boyfriend next to you. Actually, at first glance he kind of looks like Teddy Wellington. You all know who I’m talking about. The man that thinks he can pay his way to the top. Well I guess if you can’t sleep your way, you might as well pay for it. Hell, Better yet you can just work for it like everyone else does. Now blondie, The only thing worse than that is the Entertainment champion, The “Soul of Philly”. Both men I will meet in just a few moments in this very ring. However, this blonde right here is probably the one that has her number up in public men’s bathrooms for a free blow job. If your over there sucking up on someone more useless than Wellington, that just means you will suck anything. Don’t worry though, Wellington has money so he might be able to put you to work later on tonight. Now, ladies and gentlemen as I enter into this ring, its time for us to begin this battle royal.
Criminal sets the microphone down and enters the ring. The camera’s fade off to a commercial break.
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Segment: Second class (Credit: Ryan Cole)
We cut to Ryan Cole sitting in his locker room alongside his Enforcer Dominic Campbell no talking no doubt about Ryan Cole planned celebrations for his 6 week anniversary in ACW. This peaceful moment is interrupted by a hard knock on the door, Cole sighs he had hoped to go uninterrupted this week but he got up and opened the door he sees one Kevin Anderson
Anderson: Ryan Cole I’m here t-
Cole: Who are you?
Anderson: Me? I’m Kevin “The Internet” Anderson and I’-
Cole: Okay then. Now, what are you?
Anderson: I’m an interviewer and I-
Cole: And what are you doing?
Anderson: I’m here to ask you some questions about the Rookie battle royal
Cole: I already spoke my piece about the battle royal, so what are you doing now?
Anderson: Well, I-
Cole: You are interrupting me and wasting my time Kevin!
Anderson: I’m sorry I ju-
Cole slams the door on Anderson fury visible on his face although it calms a bit when Cole hears a loud “OW” from the other side of the door.
Cole: Campbell, am I in some way mute? Is it for some reason impossible for people to hear what I say?
A confused Campbell shakes his head.
Cole: Then tell me, why is it that I’m treated like a second class citizen by this company? They can’t be unaware of my accomplishments in just this short space of time, they can’t be unaware of how this company revolves around me and yet I’m stuck with second class opponents, and now even second string interviewers.
Campbell goes to make and objection but decides against it when Cole resumes speaking rage flowing from him
Cole: What do I have to do to make them realise my potential, my skill! What do I have to do to make them remember me?
Campbell scrambles to come up with an answer
Cole: I have done everything one man can do! I have done everything that....
Coles face changes immediately a sudden realisation dawning on him
Cole: Now... Now I remember. Now I get it.
He turns to Campbell a glint in his eyes.
Cole: You have everything ready for the celebration?
Campbell proudly nods.
Cole: Cancel it.
Dominic Campbell’s shoulders drop and a look of bitter disappointment washes over him
Cole: I’m sure it was all lovely Dominic but believe me, this will be much better.
He rubs his hands together and lets out a satisfied sigh
Cole: Something far more... Memorable.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:10:51 GMT -5
Segment: The champ (Credit: Freeman) Greg and Trace gather inside Trace’s house. THAT’S ALL THE BACKGROUND INFORMATION YOU GET.Trace: ARE YOU READY?!!! Greg: I suppose… Trace: I SAID……….AAAAAAAAAAAAAARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU READYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Greg: … Trace: I SAIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---Greg: I’m out of here. And Greg stands and turns to the door.Trace: HEY! HEY! Where are YOU going? Greg: I’m leaving. Trace: You can’t leave Greg! This is a grand opening! Greg: A grand opening? What did you make a website or something? Trace: NO! Didn’t I tell you? Greg: No…you said “GET OVER HERE GREG! IT’S A BIG SURPRISE!” I said “What?” You said “GET OVER HERE NOW” I said “No” You said “OH NO A KILLER LION BROKE INTO MY HOUSE IT’S EATING ME COME SAVE ME I NEED YOUR HELP” I said “No” again, you said “Fine, just come over I have something to show you” and then you hung up the phone. Trace: MAN! That was good! Ya know those things in those court shows that memorize conversations? Like in the court, and they memorize like everything? You should be one of those guys. Greg: First of all, I’m pretty sure they read it off a list, but whatever. Second of all, are you going to tell me why I’m here yet? Trace: I guess so…okay three guesses Greg: Can we not play games? I’m really not in the mood for this, Trace. Trace: THREE GUESSES! Greg: Ugh…fine, is it--- Trace: WAIT WAIT WAIT! That’s too hard, I’ll give you an easier one, let’s play 20 questions! That one is so easy…But you have to start with is it an animal, mineral, or vegetable or something first. And I never got that question. First of all, who plays twenty questions with vegetables, and second of all, what if it’s none of those things? Greg: I’m not here to debate the intricacies of twenty questions with you. In fact, I don’t know WHY I’m here. Trace: SO YOU COULD BE HERE FOR THAT! Greg: You know why I’m here don’t you? Trace: Well yeah, I invited you! Greg: Am I here for that? Trace: No…. Greg: Okay then. You have five seconds to tell me what I’m here for. Trace: Well, okay, but the thing is Greg, ya--- Greg: 5. Trace: Hey, stop counting I GOT THE POINT Greg: 4. Trace: Er…okay, so I guess now you really want me to--- Greg: 3. Trace: OKAY OKAY I’m READY TO TELL YOU JUST STOP THE C--- Greg: 2. Trace: I AM GOING TO SHOW YOU MY NEW ACW TITLE BELT! God, ya gotta ruin the fun in everything… Greg: That's not a grand opening, that's a---Wait, new…ACW title belt? Trace: Don’t you remember? I pinned Danny Mainer so I had a friend make me my own ACW title belt! Greg: Trace, you don’t HAVE friends. Trace: Okay so maybe it wasn't a FRIEND, more like some guy I gave some money to but---HEY!!!! Yes I do! I have like...a billion friends! I have you for one… Greg: I’m not your friend. Trace: Trace seems crushed by this news…Trace: You’re not my friend?!! THEN YOU DON’T GET TO SEE MY NEW ACW TITLE BELT! Greg: I’m not exactly crushed, if you thought I would be. Trace: YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE FRIENDS WITH THE ACW CHAMPION GREG! Greg: YOU’RE NOT THE ACW CHAMPION! Trace: AM TOO! I PINNED DANNY MAINER Greg: In a battle royal! Trace: YEAH THAT’S RIGHT! Ya know what, Greg? Ya know what? Next week LIVE on Warfare….I’m gonna unveil my title belt to the WHOLE WORLD, and let EVERYONE know I’m the ACW champion…okay? EVERY SINGLE PERSON. Greg: Whatever…Look I’ll meet you at the arena. You’re in that rookie rumble thing. Trace: ANOTHER battle royal? Greg: Yeah, TJ’s in there…why don’t you pin him and be the Entertainment Champion too? Trace: …………………………. Greg: I was joking… Trace: THAT’S AN AWESOME IDEA! TONIGHT TRACE BIRMINGHAM BECOMES NOT ONLY THE ACW CHAMPION BUT THE ACW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION TOO! A GRAND SLAM CHAMPION! Greg: There’s two belts not four… Trace: Well it’s all the belts so… Greg: Grand slam means four. Trace: FINE! Then…TONIGHT TRACE BIRMINGHAM BECOMES THE FIRST EVER GROUND ROOT DOUBLE CHAMPION IN ACW HISTORY! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! WHAT AN AWESOME IDEA GREG! Greg: I won’t even bother to correct you… Fade.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:11:12 GMT -5
Oh-Mega Effects -TJ
*Shortly after his impromptu tag match, TJ is in the hallways of the Qwest Center. He has a towel over his shoulder and the Entertainment title around his waist. He makes his way towards his locker room and he approached by Kevin Anderson and Butch, Kevin’s camera that seems to follow Kevin around whenever Kevin looks for TJ.*
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson TJ! Can I get an interview?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah, damn it. If I don’t let you get one, you’re gonna keep bugging me until you do, aren’t you?
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Probably.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Go ahead.
*Butch sets up the camera as Kevin looks at TJ.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh, sorry, Kevin, I don’t roll that way.
*Butch lets out a hardy laugh as Kevin looks over at Butch with an angry look. Butch gives the signal that he is ready and the light goes on.*
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Hello there, The Internet, Kevin Anderson here with the Entertainment Champion, “The Soul of Philly” TJ, who is coming off an interesting tag team match to say the least.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’d call it fun as hell.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Why do you say that?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh well, I mean look at what happened: Teddy goes and cries about losing last week, I come out correct him tell him stop his crying, talk about his teeth, and then, he wants to try and get tough.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson And that’s fun?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, but kicking his ass all over the damn place would have been, and I would been able to do that if it weren’t for that meddling Hawthorne, and that damn dog of his!
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Ahhhh, I don’t think that Hawthorne has a dog.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh, then it’s just Hawthorne then. He had to go and stop me from doing that. I mean he could have put me in a match against Teddy winner gets a spot, but now we both are going to be in the Crucible match.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Speaking of that, what are your thoughts on the match at Omega Effect VI?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, other than me and Teddy who are in?
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Well, it’s just VorteX.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And how many people are going to be in this match?
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson I believe 6.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And how many weeks from Omega Effect VI?
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Including tonight, there are 4 weeks until then.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So, in 4 weeks we’ll find out the last three people?
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Yes.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Great. Wonderfull. FAN-FUCKIN’-TASTIC!
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson What is wrong?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Just the fact is the match that can change a career for better or for worse, the biggest match on the biggest event in ACW, AND WE DON’T KNOW WHO IS GOING TO BE IN IT!
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson I still don’t see the problem.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh come on Kevin. We are a month away from the 6th Omega Effect and there is only one match announced! Right now there should be a fucking parade being set up for the damn thing. There should be fucking commercials!
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson But there are.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No there’s not. No real ones with the matches!
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Oh.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And Eddie and Max haven’t done the whole run down thing yet. And you know whose fault that is?
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Hawthorne’s?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No. What? He just makes the matches official. It’s the other people’s fault damn it!
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Oh, so how are you going solve this problem.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m going to do my part.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson How? Are you going go around and challenging people to a match for your Entertainment championship.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, but I’m going to Sammie’s office right now and I’m going to tell him who my opponent is at Omega Effect!
*TJ walks off camera. Kevin watches as he leaves and turns back towards the camera.*
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Well, I’m Kevin Anderson, back to you guys.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ AY! WAIT!
*Kevin turns as TJ walks back towards him.*
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson What?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know, now that I think of it, that was a pretty lame interview. Go on and ask some more questions.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Ok, well, how do you feel about the recent re-appearance of Criminal on ACW broadcasting?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ He’s back?
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Yea, he is. Two weeks ago we saw him inside of a Chicago night club parting rather than at Warfare. He was asked about what happened and he said he took advantage of his rematch one time, and he’ll do it again.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ok, so I am supposed to be worried about him? He wants me took look over my shoulder, looking for him because he has another rematch clause? Criminal, I want you to look at the screen when I say this: I am through with you. You had to jump me to take back this title. I gave you two weeks’ notice that I was taking my title back. That was two weeks to prepare and, I guess the reason why I dominated you is simple, instead of training, you were busying celebrating. I think you should change your name from “Criminal” to “Bum” because even criminals do their job instead of partying. Do us all a favor at ACW, and don’t come back, stay the fuck away from ACW and stick to partying.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson That’s some intense words.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What do you expect from me? You want me to say “oh, it’s alright, he’ll get another shot”? Fuck that. When someone would rather show up at a club and drink and party instead of going out and wrestling when that’s their job, they lose any respect they got from me. If Criminal ever steps in the ring with me again, I will make sure he won’t be able to show his face in a club.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson What about Theodore?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Didn’t we talk about him?
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Yes, but not a lot. How do you think Theodore’s presence in the Crucible will affect you.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I really don’t think that it matters if he’s in the match or not, but not because I’m going to win, but because I everyone will get their ass kicked just as much as everyone else by yours truly. I am going to win and I am going to have the contract that will allow me to use it whenever to get a World Title shot.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Well, that’s all the questions I can think of.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Good, because I think I have to go get ready for that Rookie Rumble.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Damn it. Almost forgot to ask you about that. Quick last question, you obviously feel you’re going to win, biggest competition?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Either Scorpion or Teddy. Those two have had the biggest impacts, in my opinion, since they got here.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Thank you TJ.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No problem.
*Kevin turns to the camera as TJ takes a step behind Kevin and begins to flip him off.*
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Now back to you Max.
*Butch turns the camera off and begins to take it down.*
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Wow, for once TJ was calm, but I still can’t stand that guy.
*Butch clears his throat and points behind Kevin. Kevin turns around as TJ is smiling, looking down at him.*
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Oh, thought you left.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Nope, but ah, I am now. Next time I’ll make sure Charlotte is able to interview me.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:11:38 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Credit: Scorpion)
It is the greatest of hatreds that could possibly manifest within the confines of the human form. It is the optimum example of vivid mental imagery being utilized to elicit physical control. It is the ultimate fear that consumes the human psyche. From the very moment a human being is born into the world they are taught to fear and abhor the terrible place called hell. They are taught of the necessity to be righteous so that they would not suffer the burning agony of the flames and instead enjoy a concept of paradise. They are taught that only the evil and immoral shall suffer the heat of the flames whereas the good and just will instead know peace and paradise. They are taught that in order to manifest this goodness, one must conform to the ways of the pre-established organization and engage in the heretic worship of false idols and synthetic, human manifested saviors. Out of all the lies spread throughout human society, this has to undoubtedly be the greatest of all…
According to that synthetic religious dogma that the people of this world would embrace, those who are righteous, charitable, good-natured, and faithful will be spared eternal torment in exchange for eternal peace. Playing into the age-old mythology of human morality, the righteous are rewarded while the wicked are punished. If one wishes to be spared eternal torment, he must conform to all the rules and regulations preached by the religious hierarchy of man. However, what the false faith would deny its beloved sheep is the actual truth, that being that they are inevitably damned to hell from the beginning. Fate is the eternal overload, the overseer of all entities that would exist on the planet’s soil. This same fate has decreed that human beings are to share in the sorrow of their progenitor, for it was through human actions that paradise was initially stripped away. Human beings were infected with the virus called sin; therefore they were effectively quarantined away from Eden. Since the human spirit is born into a world of sin, are not they also afflicted with that same terrible virus?
The concept of “faith” as human beings are taught is used as nothing more than a crutch by the masses that do nothing to educate themselves to the truth. The simple fact is that no matter how righteous or pious one believes they might be, in the eyes of the great judgment they shall now and forever be deemed unclean and impure. Their very existence destroys the sacred purity of the world; therefore there is no amount of earthly penance that can alleviate this sinful impurity. They are victims of guilt by association, for they share the same impure blood as those selfish infidels that initially took eternal paradise away. They are the descendants of the forces of evil that sought to unify with fallen archangels and scale the Tower of Babel to dethrone the true lord in the heavens above. For this, they have been made to suffer the greatest curse in all existence: humanity. The very existence of the human spirit is what also damns it to eternal destruction…
However let it not be said that the concept of salvation from hell due to purity is untrue, for it most certainly is not. In actuality, the true means of finding sanctity in eternal euphoria is quite similar to what the pagan masses might claim. The general pretext is accurate; however the lies from the leaders of human society come from the proper definition of heaven and hell. For these that would lead a rebellion against god do not make it known that the true hell is what surrounds the ignorant masses at this very moment. The obedient puppets, openly allowing those in control to manipulate their strings through trickery and deceit, they do not realize that the very thing they have come to fear has been inhabited by them the entire time. After all, what could be a more damning fate than being forced to exist for eternity solely within the narrow parameters of the human form?
One does not realize that “hell” is any place that is not the beloved paradise of a restored Eden. Any location, rather physical or spiritual, that is not the paradise decreed by the messiah is to be populated only by the sinful and unclean. There is simply heaven or hell; no middle ground exists. One’s spirit must either eternally reside in one realm or the other. Therefore, since they reside on a planet that has had her purity destroyed by the toxic sin, are they not residing in the very hell they seek to avoid at all costs? Since the world is dominated by humans, a species that is driven by base instincts and illogical emotions, does not that same world become a cesspool from which the seeds of evil propagate? Of course, when examined by the pure logic of an enlightened mind, such an understanding is all too easy to comprehend. However they are too ignorant and blind to see this simple truth, as their paths are illuminated by the light of lies rather than the true heavenly aurora of god.
Just as the phoenix must rise from the ashes and the human form must eventually lose its earthly flesh, so also must the true form of Mother Earth revive anew. It is inevitable; there is no stopping the world from naturally filtering out the toxic poison called sin. Such a reality is the pinnacle of nature’s greatness, for it possesses the capability to naturally purify itself over the endless trek of time. However, due to the constant new influx of the virus it is more than the precious world can handle. Therefore she cries out in agony and pain. We hear her cries however; the shrieking wails penetrate the senses of the holy messenger and the grand and merciful Higher One. We hear the screams for help. We hear the pleas for assistance in combating this seemingly endless foe. We hear your cries dear world and we shall put an end to your suffering. Father, yield me the strength to end this wretched pain, allow me to bring peace and serenity back to a suffering world!
The young man’s eyes quickly snap open and he proceeds to softly breathe in and out. Like clockwork the man’s chest rises and falls, the beloved oxygen restoring energy to his exhausted earthly body. Once again he is attempting to readjust his physical body to the world of reality, having returned from his trip. In meditation the dark entity travels into the deepest recesses of his own mind, a place of such magnitude that its very description would be incomprehensible to the average denizen of an impure world. With each trip, he goes ever deeper, seeking to fully ascertain the ultimate meaning for his own existence. His meditation grows in intensity each passing day, for the closer one comes to god the greater one’s preparation for doing his will must be. In order to truly serve as the sword arm of an omnipotent being, he must fully immerse himself in the ways of the gods. Humanity is a restraint, an iron that binds his physical form to the prison known as modern society. Only through the boundless reaches of thought may he truly find the ultimate source of divine energy.
The young one slowly resumes his normal breathing pattern and leans his head back against the damp and filthy wall upon which he rests. Situated in an old and abandoned building, the young one slowly gazes at his miserable surroundings. The dilapidated structure has obviously been condemned for quite some time, caked with dust and mold in every corner. The large amount of dust covering the floor indicates that a significant period time has passed since that floor was last trampled by human feet. Most would seek to immediate flee such a manifestation of misery and decay, fearful of potential health hazards and overcome by the irrational human paranoia that results from settings that do not please aesthetically. Yet rather than seeking to flee from these poor conditions the dark soul instead seeks to further his stay, for it is only in complete solitude and isolation that he can truly become one with his father.
His sharp eyes gaze slowly as he sees a rat scurry across the room, yet he still does not move an inch from his position. The symbolism from the lord above is clear, as the rat is meant to serve as visual of human society fleeing from the rightful judgment that the lord’s messenger is to hand down upon them. Instead of reacting with shock, fear, or any other base human reaction, the entity called The Scorpion seemingly derives calmness from the sight. He simply closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall, absorbing the peace and serenity that comes from his isolation. He rests in comfort among his only allies in all of existence: darkness and silence. His surroundings yield him nearly total silence other than the occasional scurry of a rat or creaking sound from the aged building, giving him the perfect opportunity to receive his directions on how to further the Grand Design.
He remains in position with his eyes closes and his head rested, yet this time speaks aloud to his beloved lord and savior…
The Scorpion: Bless this moment my lord, for it is hear that the seeds of nature may start to bear fruit. Thanks to their own illogical prejudices, such a wonderful setting is untainted by humanity, for it does not conform to their notions of beauty. Ironically, this illogicality is simply a lesser manifestation of their reasons for opposing the holy will. It is so very ironic father, those that would be our enemies fear us due to the inherent fear of “hell”, yet do not realize that they stand within hell at this very moment. The human psyche does not realize that the only true “heaven” is a world without the pungent stench of the human stain. Our beloved Eden shall soon rise again my lord; we will be free of any who are unclean. Only the pure and just shall be given the honor of serving you Higher One, therefore I will ensure that any who do not meet the requirements are eliminated before they can taint our paradise with their wretched and impure souls. Hear the ticking of the clock, the sound of life itself. The Armageddon clock slowly ticks away heavenly savior, soon the alarm will finally sound and the battle will commence. When that moment occurs, I shall be at the very front yielding a blade of heavenly light, happily welcoming the oncoming slaughter. When I have nothing left to give I shall give my physical form, the ultimate sacrifice needed to have the honor of walking through the golden gates…
The black spirit completes his message to the lord god above and slowly opens his eyes once again. He calmly rises from his seated position and begins to walk forward, his eyes obviously adjusted to the darkness. He walks forward and exits to another room, where he comes upon an aged and dust-covered window. He slowly gazes out the window and sees the very society that would seek to destroy both his flesh and his faith. He knows that he has no allies; the only source of comfort he can possibly find in this forsaken world is not among others, but instead among silence. He has come to embrace solitude more than any other possible pleasure, for it is only when alone and undisturbed he can truly further his faith and become ever so closer to his holy father. Truly the greatest anomaly humanity has ever known, The Scorpion is alone for as long as he is restrained by human flesh. Yet there is no sorrow in this existence, but rather joy and serenity, for once his mission is complete he may finally achieve his greatest desire of existence without the presence of the human form.
Continuously the dark being known as The Scorpion gazes through the window, watching the movements of the outside as if he were a hawk eyeing potential prey. His disgust slowly builds as he watches the people outside, idly watching their days go by without once fulfilling their true role in the Grand Design. He hates their heartless selfishness, as they care only for earthly vices and their own selfish desires, not once thinking of the horrendous harm they are laying upon the sacred soil of the earth. He hears the cries of Mother Earth, the horrible agony she is in from the infectious sin. They are nothing more than parasites, leeches that sustain their own existence by destroying the existence of an innocent planet. What was once a heavenly garden has now become a lifeless desert of humanity, stripped bare of all its beauty by the greed and vice of inferior creations. However, there is a shining light for the world, as the messenger hears the directions of the great and merciful Higher One. He hears and obeys, for the lord above is the only one that can end the young one’s seemingly eternal cycle of pain.
However, the dark one demonstrates his incredible will and breaks his hypnotic gaze through the glass. He slowly turns and resumes a seated position against a nearby wall. The faint light coming in through the glass gives a greater insight as to his apparel, as he rests in a simple black muscle shirt and his trademark long black paints. He once again sees the rat scurry across the room and grins demonically, for in that rodent he sees a representation of human society. He knows that like rats they scurry when he approaches, for with his approach comes their impending destruction. Human beings are nothing more than cowards; they do as much harm as possible to a planet with no means of fighting back. Once the Holy Father sees this injustice and sends his messenger to fight on that innocent world’s behalf, the parasites flee from battle due to fear at having to finally battle on even terms. He sees the injustice of this and therefore will see to it that it comes to an end. He realizes that he is truly on the side of good.
Armed with this knowledge, it appears that the black heart is ready to leave and return to the battle. He turns to leave the dilapidated building, however he stops when he notices a buildup of dust on a nearby wall. He calmly gazes at the wall and then performs a strange action, as he takes his fingers and separates them before sliding them through the dust. He gazes at the results of his actions and sees that his motions have made the impression of a claw mark within the dust. Once again he sees the symbolism in this action, as it represents the ferocity with which he shall slash away at the impure world. Like a claw cutting through flesh he shall descend and cut through the pagan hordes for the purpose of reaching the purity of eternal paradise. He knows that it will be a long and arduous task, filled with pain and injury; yet again it matters not to him, for he knows that he is protected by the holy light of god.
The Scorpion now turns his head away from the window, only to find one of the many rats populating the condemned building staring at him from a few feet away. He cocks his head to the side, as if analyzing the small rodent, before calmly taking a couple of steps towards it. The rat hisses as if to show aggression, but The Scorpion quickly jerks his head back and flips his long, wavy black locks out of his face. His face free from obstruction, The Scorpion quickly drops to one knee and locks eyes with the rat, the glass-like pale green of his irises seemingly reflecting the change in the animal’s demeanor. While previously showing aggression, the large rat now seemingly backs down in fright, as if The Scorpion’s gaze is penetrating its very soul. While maintaining the stone-like gaze, The Scorpion now performs another unusual action as he calmly takes his right hand and lays it upon the floor with the palm facing upward.
At first the rat looks to scurry away, but The Scorpion maintains his gaze and narrows his eyes to turn his cold stare into a more commanding glare. The rat’s eyes grow wide from seeming fright, but then the rodent slowly walks towards the outstretched hand. The rat keeps coming forward with its eyes still wide, seemingly induced to a trance-like state by The Scorpion’s almost hypnotic eyes. Eventually, the rat comes to rest in The Scorpion’s hand and he slowly rises to his feet, carrying the animal with him. Upon standing, The Scorpion slowly raises his hand upward and puts the rat at eye level. Again without saying a single world, he changes demeanors once again by relaxing his eyes and slowly raising his head. The seemingly breaks the mental control over the rat, as it calmly lays down in The Scorpion’s hand as if no longer afraid. A slight smirk comes across the left corner of The Scorpion’s mouth upon seeing this act and he quickly drops to one knee once again. Once there, he releases he rat, watching it scurry away into the darkness.
While maintaining this position, he quickly closes his eyes and speaks aloud one more time to his beloved leader…
The Scorpion: Did you see reflections in the eyes of the beast? Did you see how the gaze of an enlightened mind was able to influence an animal without the cognizance needed to analytically think? Such an entity is what was truly meant for this world. This world is meant to be inhabited by creatures such as that rat and his brethren. Innocent creatures, free of the responsibilities that come with utilizing independent thought. Food, water, shelter, and survival. These are the only issues concerning such a lesser creature. When met by an enlightened mind, the animalistic instincts were quickly overpowered and it almost immediately became subservient. This is how the world was originally designed. Those who populate the planet are meant to be the beasts while Mother Nature is meant to be the enlightenment. However, thanks to the influence of sinful natures, the human race has attempted to reverse the roles. Even though they were granted the gift of developed minds, they refuse to use them in the manner originally intended. The true purpose of humanity was to serve the planet; instead they seek to tyrannize it. However, while they might tyrannize nature, it is the gods that tyrannize them. I am to be the manifestation of that tyranny, the physical embodiment of the anger the gods look down at the world with. Just as my gaze froze that of an animal, so also shall the gaze of the gods freeze humanity. Hark, the horn of Gabriel sounds even now, calling forth the troops to battle. It is now I must unsheathe my saber and lead the charge. It is now that I must ready myself for the sacrifice…
His message seemingly complete, The Scorpion quickly turns to his left and leaves through an old archway, disappearing around the corner as the scene fades to black.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:12:03 GMT -5
Title: I wish I knew... By: Buddy Ghee
The feed starts up, showing Kevin Anderson speaking with Buddy Ghee.
Kevin Anderson: Alright, I'm here with Buddy Ghee, usually interviewed by Charlotte King, I don't know, I'm just the backup, but right now, I'd like to talk to Buddy about all that's going on. First off, Buddy, what is your strategy for tonight?
Buddy Ghee: Well, I'm gonna make a quick move to the refrigerator, issue a front-line assault on a couple of beers, and relocate myself to the couch.
Kevin Anderson: But Buddy, I thought you were in that battle royal.
Buddy Ghee: What're you talkin' about?
Kevin Anderson: Yeah, you, Criminal, Theodore Wellington, uh... Lamon-
Buddy Ghee: What? I didn't know about that.
Kevin Anderson: Well, maybe you should've-
Buddy Ghee: Shut the hell up. I gotta have me a little talk with Sammy Hawthorne.
The camera follows Buddy through the various hallways of the ACW backstage, as he weaves through stagehands and threads himself through throngs of wrestlers. He finds himself at a door he recognizes as the office of ACW Chairman Samuel Hawthorne. He attempts to open it, but it's locked. He then raps his hand across the door three times.
Samuel Hawthorne: Who is it?
Buddy Ghee: It's Mr. Nobody Tells Me Shit, open up.
Samuel Hawthorne: Uh... Buddy, I'll have to get back to you, I'm a little b-
Buddy slams his shoulder into the door, creating a serviceable bang, as Samuel throws himself into his wall. Buddy stomps in, grabbing Samuel by the collar, and throws him against the wall.
Buddy Ghee: Your meetings are canceled.
Buddy stares daggers at Samuel, who stutters, trying to find the words he wants to use. He'll have to be delicate when dealing with Buddy Ghee.
Samuel Hawthorne: Buddy... I-I-I can explain...
Buddy Ghee: ... Go on.
Samuel stares, dumbfounded. He can't think of anything.
Buddy Ghee: You wanna explain why you keep bookin' me as an afterthought? "Oh, two guys are in this match, let's just shoot ol' Buddy Ghee inna the match. Not like he's goin' anywhere. Not like anyone cares about him."
Samuel Hawthorne: Buddy, it's not like that!
Buddy Ghee: Bullshit. I have to fight tooth and nail to get my own match. You and Teddy Wellington, you're what's holdin' me back in this frickin' company. You book me into matches where I'm an afterthought, no way in hell am I gonna win that shit! Then Teddy paid every bastard in this industry to screw me over! YOU know it, the FANS know it, and I know it!
Samuel Hawthorne: What do you want, Buddy? You want some matches? You want me to bend over and give you the God damned title? What!?
Buddy Ghee: I want you to pay me the respect you KNOW I deserve!
Samuel Hawthorne: Buddy! You don't get it! You know Theodore has everyone under his thumb. You know he has more pull than anyone else on the roster. It's not my fault, it's his!
Buddy Ghee: Shut the hell up!
Buddy throws a stiff punch into Samuel Hawthorne's face, knocking him to the ground.
Buddy Ghee: I shoulda figured you'd try to pin this one on him. It's his fault, it's your fault, and it's my fault for not punching you sooner!
Buddy storms out of the room, leaving Hawthorne to rub his jaw.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:12:09 GMT -5
Match 2: ACW Rookie Battle Royal - Scorpion vs. Theodore Wellington vs. TJ vs. Buddy Ghee vs. Laron Xavier vs. Ryan Cole vs. Ben Hatley vs. Trace Birmingham vs. Criminal (Credit: BK London)
We return to the ring and all men are in this ring for this match to start, and almost immediately as the bell ring – Trace Birmingham attempts to go after TJ with a roll up, and the other participants are astonished. Once again, Trace believes that if he pins a champion – in no matter what match, he can win the belt – much like he did at Fallen Heroes. When he sees no referee counting, he picks his head up and wonders why no one is counting. But before his question can be answered, he is quickly disposed of with a Gorilla Press over the top rope to the outside TJ. With the match now down to an even eight, everyone appears to pair off in a corner as if it were the last dance to a prom. Scorpion and Hately are going at it in one corner while Ghee is trying to throw Xavier over the top rope in another. Criminal and TJ are scuffling which leaves Wellington and Cole to battle it out.
Xavier manages to kick Ghee off, and he stumbles over into Wellington who takes offense to that, Wellington begins to thrash Ghee with several forearms to the upper back and now he irish whips him sternum first into the corner. Wellington looks to score with a stiff clothesline in the corner, but Ghee boots him in the jaw. And as quick as a cat, Ghee ascends to the top rope to go for a Moonsault and he hits it – almost. Wellington catches him on his shoulder, and he now points to the ropes and it appears he’s going to toss him over like a javelin. However, Ghee swings his body around attempting to go for a Tornado DDT but Wellington isn’t having any of that. Now feet first, Ghee goes over the top rope but he lands on the apron to the dismay of the Wellington. Ghee knocks Wellington away from his peripheral with a well placed roundhouse kick to the head – but instead he’s the victim of a Dropkick from Criminal which eventually sends him over for the elimination.
Back in the center of the ring, it appears Hately now has Xavier up on his shoulders for a Death Valley Driver – but now he approaches the ropes and it appears as if he’s going to toss his fellow newcomer over. It’s TJ however that takes advantage and he grabs the ankle of Hately and tosses both him and Xavier over the top rope to the outside. TJ, turns around and it’s Cole, Criminal, Wellington, and Scorpion staring at him – and they see an opportunity to eliminate the biggest man in the match. TJ fends the three off for as long as he can, even delivering the Soulbuster to Scorpion. Criminal attempts to go to the top rope to land a dropkick, but TJ boots Criminal right in the face and sends him down to the ground with a nasty fall. Cole makes a quick decision to jump on his back, and hopes to grab him in a sleeper but TJ attempts to chuck him over the top rope. The shifted weight of Cole is enough to send TJ over the top rope as well, and both men eliminated one another to the surprise of the fans and themselves.
This leaves Theodore Wellington alone with the man who has been just driven nearly through the ring with that Soulbuster. Wellington is licking his chops at the thought of getting his win in this Rookie Battle Royal and he attempts to land a huge Big Boot. Ryan Cole is now stirring from his fall, and he now gets in Keiji Makabe and Carter Donovan’s face – and now both referees are focused on his outburst on the outside. Meanwhile, Scorpion side steps the big boot and Wellington is sent over the top rope to give Scorpion a much needed win. Or so we think? With no one to call the win, Wellington looks back and he sees Cole’s outburst and distraction. He re-enters the ring and catches Scorpion from behind with the Money Shot. Scorpion’s back is further damaged, which gives Wellington the power to lift Scorpion and toss him over the top rope. Makabe looks behind him and sees the fallen Scorpion and looks in the ring to see Wellington standing alone, the official winner stands as Theodore Wellington.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:12:34 GMT -5
The first act of the carnival: The man in the box (Written by Panther) Last week, Samuel Hawthorne signed off on bringing The Candyman too ACW. Off screen some controversy was created from many groups claiming his mental health issues made it exploitation for him too appear, despite Jason Freeman being allowed too wrestle (THAT'S a jab, last week was a mention ). Too accommodate him, Samuel Hawthorne ordered the construction of a vehicle too transport and house The Candyman away from the fans and other wrestlers. The vehicle is currently parked in the ACW parking lot, next too a production truck. The vehicle is based on a troop transport truck which was too be used during the Vietnam war as a way to stop Vietcong fighters getting inside and stealing advanced weapons or killing high profile targets, but it was deemed too be ineffective and none were built.
The truck is slightly larger then an RV, but the interior is entirely stripped down. The outside has thin amour plating, in the original design too protect from gunfire, but now is is so nobody can destroy a wall too break out Candyman. The truck uses a fingerprint scanner with all important ACW staff on register, so wrestlers and fans can't get in but staff members can. The interior is separated into two sections, most of the truck is bare except for a few chairs and a desk for whoever is guarding Candyman at the time, the other quarter at the back is a padded cell with bullet proof glass stopping Candyman escaping, a bed and a small TV. At the current time, Candyman is sat on the bed in his cell, wearing his normal clown gear. There is a guard sat at the desk asleep, his head down.
There is a knock on the door causing the guard too jump, much too Candymans amusement. The guard shoots Candyman a dirty look before opening the door. Kevin Anderson immediately walks into the truck, pushing past the guard.Guard: Kevin, you can't come in here, this is a locked down area. Kevin Anderson: I know, Hawthorne has given me special permission. Guard: Why, so you can give a lousy interview with generic questions? Anybody can do what you do, hell I- [glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] *Interupting* Hey, Security Steve, I've spent the last three days watching daytime chat shows and eating "food", if you can call it that. Now if you're done with your rant, sit down and let Kevin do his interview. Maybe it'll even be interesting and I won't have too throw the TV through this glass, rip your eyes out and then watch you run about for entertainment. The guard is almost sure Candyman wouldn't be able too smash the glass with a TV, but he decides not to call his bluff and pushes a chair up too the glass for Kevin. Anderson sits on the chair as Candyman sits up so he can look straight into Kevins eyes. Kevin shivers slightly as Candyman grins evilly at him, baring his teeth. Noticing this, Candyman chuckles.[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Awww, is Kevin too scared to ask a question? Kevin Anderson: Erm, no, I'm just, OK OK, what wrestling experience do you have? [glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Well, I once beat up a guy who was wearing tights. Kevin Anderson: Which wrestling promotion was this in? [glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] No no no, it was one of the trapeze guys. He said clowns are worthless and talentless so I gave him an old school beat down. You know, a few punches, some kicks, a headbutt, threw him down a flight of stairs, took his clothes and abandoned him out in the Las Vegas dessert, the normal. Candyman shrugs and smiles at Kevin in a "you know how it is" way, further unsettling Kevin.Kevin Anderson: Oh yeah, I know what you mean, yeah. Erm, so your family, what were they like? Did they help you train? Push you towards wrestling? [glow=green,2,300] Candyman:[/glow] Well, I had two brothers. One left home when I was a baby, the other went into foster care. When my mom wasn't getting smacked from room too room by her pimp who is apparently my dad, she was either having sex in a cheap motel room or taking heroin. I don't think she knew I existed, I don't think either of my parents ever said they loved me. The whole room is silent for a few moments as Candyman stop grinning and frowns.Kevin Anderson: I'm sorry about that. What was it like, growing up in a house like that? [glow=green,2,300] Candyman:[/glow] I don't know, I was just fucking with you Kevin. I never had a family, because until I joined the circus I wasn't me. I was just an empty life form with no real purpose, until I joined the circus. There I felt like I belonged, I felt loved. After a while I just...I just forgot about my life before that. It never really happened, Candyman never had a childhood. My god you are too easy Kevin. Kevin Anderson goes red, feeling embarrassed at how easily Candyman controled his emotions.[glow=green,2,300] Candyman:[/glow] Now Kevin, how about I ask a question? Why did you decide too become an interviewer? Kevin Anderson: Huh? [glow=green,2,300] Candyman:[/glow] Sorry, do you want me too say it in French? Why did you become an interviewer? Kevin Anderson: Well, I'm quite interesting- [glow=green,2,300] Candyman:[/glow] Swing and a miss Kevin. Is it because you have no desirable talents? Is it because you know that in your personal life nobody will willingly talk too you so the only social interaction you can get is through interviews? Or is it because you tried too make it as a wrestler and ended up getting rejected, rejected, rejected, and eventually rejection after rejection got too you, but by then you were 25, unemployed and living with your mother, so you took this low paying job just to chum up to celebrities? Kevin Anderson: I think I have enough stuff, you can go back too whatever you were doing. Kevin stands up and starts too leave, not making eye contact with Candyman.[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] OOOH CRITICAL HIT! Haha run along Kevin, I've had my fun. Candyman cackles and lays back down on his bed as Kevin leaves.[glow=green,2,300] Candyman:[/glow] That was great, maybe I won't hurt you. The guard sighs and relaxes.[glow=green,2,300] Candyman:[/glow] Maybe.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:12:45 GMT -5
SUPER GAME-CON XGK9-2010 Danny Mainer & The Senator Deep in the heart of Tokyo City’s convention centre in Japan, it appeared some kind of video game/wrestling joint show was taking place. The venue was absolutely PACKED with hordes of screaming fans trying to play some new Japanese games and get a handjob from our heroes in this roasting hot Tokyo summers night. In one booth, Senator could be seen standing at a table with a delightful fountain pen with a line about ten miles long for autographs. In the distance, Danny Mainer could be seen smoking a cigarette surrounded by the Japanese congirls that usually attend these festivals, dressed like video game characters and looking all sexy and whatnot? Anyways, Mainer was charming his way into their G-strings in traditional “I’m a Loverat on Vacation” fashion. You know how much he loves them Asians.
Senator had already signed about two and a half thousand autographs and had no intention of stopping yet. He was to have no help from The Capitalists, Kalb and Fitsharris either as they were too busy playing the exclusive demo for the new ACW 2010 game against random Japanese locals. They were making fun of their poor English and making the occasional racist joke or two about Chinese democracy and were utterly miles away. To reach them would be like swimming the seven seas in a venue as packed as this.Senator: Ugh... why did I agree to do this? Senator’s many years of signing contracts and passing acts for the state of Iowa were showing here at this Japanese convention as he quickly and efficiently signed many autographs in a very short period of time. Many of those that he’s signing for are obvious pro-wrestling geeks, others just random people who turned up to the convention for the crack. Peering over the crowd of Asians, Senator could see Mainer chatting up some of the Japanese cosplayer models. There was about five of them, all stood around listening as he told an anecdote.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”... and then I said to her, I said, BUKKAKE!”Mainer’s adoring audience all crack up and laugh at this story for seemingly no apparent reason. Senator shook his head in discontent as Mainer. The world champion himself was completely oblivious to Senator’s uncomfortable looks a few minutes later, the que of Senator fans had died down. Seeing opportunity, Senator snuck away to go berate Mainer for his half-assing of the job.Senator: Dan, I know you’re world champion but aren’t you supposed to be interacting with your fanbase? I mean I thought that is why we were sent here, not to chat up some tarts dressed like Yoko Satoshi. [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Hear that ladies?”Japanese Girl 1: “Sounds like jearousy!” Mainer gasped in shock that the girl actually followed up on what he said and gave her a high five as a result.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”HAH. Oh man. You’re my favourite so far Kiko!”Japanese Girl: “It’s Hiroko.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Whatever Hazuba. Alright bitches, Senator wants some loving. Give it to him.The girls began to surround The Senator. He didn’t show any emotion and let the words do the job for him.Senator: Lay a single diseased finger on me woman and I shall proceed to tear out your ulna and make a rather large incision in your throat with it. Do I make absolutely transparent in clarity? [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Gee, calm down Phillips. I thought you were into Asians, remember Rena?”Senator: Oh God... this is just getting worse. [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I wouldn’t worry about getting infections off of these hoes, most of ‘em are virgins and really it should be the other way around if you fucked Rena!”Senator: Now LISTEN here you miscreant, I will- Japanese Convention Guy: “Mr. Mainer! Mr. Phillips! We require you to play Street Fighter. Is tradition for guests at convention to play games!” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Will this be being played on the Commadore?”Japanese Convention Guy: “Hohoho, no sir. We play Xbox 360, much more modern.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Think we’re gonna’ have to give it a miss there Kenji.”Japanese Convention Guy: “My name is Tom.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Whatever Takeshi. Anyways, I don’t think Phillips even knows what an Xbox is. He’s a little old fashioned. Probably wants to listen to ham radio and bite his pillow.”Senator was staring blankly at the ceiling, not listening to the conversation until he realized both of these two men were staring at him.Senator: Oh sorry, I was just trying to remember some of the thirteen strike combo’s that The Capitalists taught me. Nevermind eh? We playing then? Senator was trying to put a brave face on things and both Mainer and his entourage of ho’s in Japanese schoolgirl costumes were lead towards the centre stage where there was a big screen with character select already waiting for them. Mainer was straight in there, picking the electric warrior Blanka with a smile on his face as Senator carefully weighed up his options. Finally, he settled on using Guile. Soon, the fight begun as the crowd started to cheer for the two wrestlers.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Ready for me to kick your ass again?”Senator: Your confidence will be your biggest downfall. Round 1.Senator: Sonic boom! [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”How about you eat my electricity?”Senator: Yes, because blocking and shocking is what you seem to do best. It’s a wonder you even won your world title. [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”OH?! What’s that, you’re getting your ugly ass eaten Captain America? That’s damn right.”Senator: Ultra! [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”You missed. And oh? Two blocked Sonic Booms and WHAM, OH FUCK YEAH! EAT IT! EAT ITTTTTT! KO motherfucker!”Senator: Ugh, cretin. Round 1 goes to Mainer. Round 2 begins.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”You like that Phillips? Your white ass is getting eaten!”Senator: And so’s your health points after you just chewed your way through that Sonic Boom, Barbarian. [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Monkeyflips everywhere in this bitch.”Senator: Ultra and OHHH you blocked it. Great. [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Oh and there’s MY ultra but you blocked that too.”Senator: Flash kick, then a monkey flip? Oh, that’s right. Roll-through into an Ultra. Once again making the best of a bad situation. That’s why I’m a multiple time world heavyweight champion. Round 2. One all. The fans were split half and half in support of Mainer and Senator.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Blowing America’s fuse with electricity, sounds like what I do every Monday night.”Senator: Shut up and fight me! [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”OHHHH. Take a bite out of that one Phillips, you can’t handle the flav. Blanka eats America and Blanka thinks America is delicious.”Senator: And there’s my ultra move again. [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Oh my God, I just got teabagged by Steve Phillips! What the fuck?!”Senator: Victory is mine, you petulant weasel. [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Ultra motherfucker! FUCKIN’ FLASHKICKS, how do they work?! OH WAIT, ULTRA from Blanka! Mainer’s got this in the bank!”And rightfully so, KO eminates from the screen and Senator’s eyes flash wide in shock.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Shouldn’t have teabagged me should you? So close yet so far Phillips, is that why Rena left you?”WHAPASH! Senator simply couldn’t handle the arrogance anymore and demonstrated this by delivering a knife-edge chop straight in the windpipe of Mainer. Mainer dropped to the floor, spluttering and choking violently as a result of this insane act. The crowd gasped and security quickly intervened. Mainer was helped to his feet by concerned onlookers but he shrugged them off and started at the smug Senator who was slowly walking off. Mainer hurled the controller like a shuriken and smiled with sick glee as it clattered off the back of Senator’s head sending him stumbling forward. Senator snapped around and charged and it appeared the two would clash but security ran in to intervene and stop this massacre. Heaves of burly Japanese guys pulled the two men apart as the crowd whooped and cheered until the screen faded to black.FADE
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:12:51 GMT -5
Feeling the (Omega) Effects[/b] -TJ *We outside of Samuel Hawthorne’s office. We hear the roar of the crowd in the background as we see TJ, coming off his loss in the rookie battle royal, come into the picture. He goes to knock on the door, but decides not to. He walks in the same direction he came in, and then he come back, he looks at the camera and brings something to his face, and it’s a sledgehammer. TJ smiles as he knocks on the door with the hammer. From the inside we hear:*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Come in!
*TJ smiles even bigger and winds up and swings the hammer through the door.*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne WHAT THE-? TJ!!!
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What? You said come in.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne YES THAT MEANS OPEN THE DOOR FROM THE DOOR KNOB!
*TJ takes two more swings during this exchange.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh…..well, I had this sledgehammer and I wanted to make sure it worked.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Will you get in here already?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ok.
*TJ ducks as he steps through the giant hole he made. *
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne What do you want?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m here to name my opponents for Omega Effect.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Ok….wait, did you say opponents?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne You know you only have to face one person as long as you face someone off that list.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, but I want to do a certain type of match.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Go on.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, Sammie, you know how I like to promote my matches.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Yes, and sometimes it gives me a headache.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, but the idea is to bill this match as “The Past, Present, and Future of ACW in one match for the Entertainment Championship.”
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Hmmm, this is a good idea. Actually, forget about that whole list thing. I want to know who your opponents are.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ok, well I know these two have match all but official, so since it’s not I can jump in and make the match official. The past will be represent by XS3, the present, yours truly, and the future, Laron Xavier. All three of us for my Entertainment championship.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Do you understand that you will be double booked.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes, but I don’t care. I know the odds will be against me but I plan on walking out with the title and the Crucible.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne You are aware the odds are good that you walk out without both.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes, but if I believed in odds, I wouldn’t be a wrestler. Sammie, this is Omega Effect we’re talking about. This night changes everyone for better or for worse. I plan on starting something special: my legacy.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne I understand. I’ll make this official. Good luck.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Thanks.
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