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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:13:23 GMT -5
Match 3: Danny Mainer vs. The Senator (Credit: BK London)
Two ACW veterans who’ve had there share of encounters over the past few years square off and the opening minutes are nothing short but physical to say the least. The pair exchange stiff right hands and haymakers before it’s The Senator who manages to get the upper hand, but Mainer doesn’t allow that momentum to carry on for much longer as he strikes Senator with a stiff European Uppercut that knocks him for a loop. With Senator out of it for a bit, Mainer attempts to lift him up for the Royal Flush – something that will surely take Senator out rather quickly but the crafty veteran manages to counter with a few knees to the side of the cranium.
Slipping off his shoulders, The Senator lands a high and tight German Suplex to the ACW Heavyweight Champion and now pins his shoulder down on the mat with a bridge. However, Mainer manages to kick out – but The Senator capitalizes by landing a stiff running knee to the side of Mainer’s head to send him stumbling out of the ring. Phillips feels as if he could definitely find his way to an ACW title shot if he manages to beat Mainer this evening, so he’s pulling out all the shots – capitalizing with a Baseball slide that sends Mainer into the barricade. The Senator steps out of the ring and he now grabs Mainer and tosses him head first into the steel ring post beside them. With the several shots to the skull, Mainer is feeling far from a 100 percent.
Chucking him back into the ring, Phillips goes for a cover but Mainer manages to kick out. Phillips, as pugnacious as he is, continues to go on the offense. Hoping to score a huge move, Phillips looks for his Shining Capitol. As Senator flips forward, Mainer manages to counter it into a very short and quick powerbomb before going for the Jackknife cover. Phillips kicks out, and as both men get up – and Senator looks for one of his signature lariats but Mainer ducks under it. A massive roundhouse kick connects to the head of Senator, followed by kick to the stomach and then a hard discus palm slap. The flurry of offense sends Senator into la la land for a bit, and he stumbles over towards the ropes. Mainer races up to Senator and goes for the Straight Flush – but it’s counter with Senator grabs a arm full of the top rope.
Mainer lands on the mat back first, and he rolls over on his stomach writhing in pain. The Senator then looks to capitalize with the La Majistral Cradle – but he kicks out with just a fraction of a second to spare. Both men manage to quickly make their way to their feet, and quickly Mainer climbs up The Senator and grabs him in Fruit Machine – Jujigatame Armbar – but Senator clutches his hands together to prevent any extension and manages to reach the ropes while thrashing about in the ring.
Both men return to their feet, but it’s The Senator who scores the first hit and plants Mainer with a kick to the abdomen. The Partisan Kick looks to be coming next, and as Senator lifts his leg to blast Mainer – Mainer ducks under a bit and manages to lift Senator up in a Electric Chair. The drop however is delayed too much, and Senator manages to slip off the shoulders. Almost immediately he goes for a Backslide and the struggle begins. Eventually, Mainer back flips over The Senator’s back and scores with the Royal Flush. Phillips bounces up in the air and down to the mat as the champ goes for the pin. And the winner is, Danny Mainer.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:13:43 GMT -5
Promo: You are...? Credit: The Dan The Scene is set, it's a sunny afternoon in one of the most famous cities in the world...Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. We are outside the Christ Our King Church, which is just a couple of miles outside Pittsburgh. The trees are blooming, the sun is shining, it's just a beautiful day to go to church! Outside the Christ Our King church, we see a man sitting against the entrance of the church. He is a caucasian male, with long light brown hair and a beard of the same color. He is wearing a red short sleeve shirt and black shorts that stop just below the knee, and is wearing old wore out white jordans. We zoom in on the man and see that he is drinking out of a flask. He seems very agitated and is figity, looking around the area and consitantly checking his watch. He then stops and breathes a big sigh.Man: C'Mon C'Mon, just open up already... A second after he finishes what he says, the church bell rings, right on queue. Man: About time The man gets uo, finishes whatever he's drinking from the flask, and closes it and puts it in his pocket. He then goes into the church. Inside, the church is just plain gorgeous. The wood is made out of a freshly shined mahogony, candles are lit up all on the sides, the place just breathes a sense that just tells you "I'm here for you". The man looks around with a confused look on his face Man: Father? Father Andres? Nothing Man: Father Andres? Are you there? Ah! Zachariah! The man that we now know as Zachariah turns to his left as we see Father Andres Quandry. He is of Chilean descent, has grey hair, wears coke bottle glasses, and is about 65 years old. Zachariah: Hello Father Andres. Father Andres: Greetings Zachariah. Sorry for the late opening, traffic here was terrible! Zachariah: Uh yeah, I heard so. Father Andres: So Zachariah, what brings you here? Zachariah: Father...I need to confess. Father Andres: Oh, okay Zachariah. Come. The scene shifts into the confession stall, where Zach is seated in the left stall as Father Andres is in the right one. As they both close their respective doors, Zach slides the port closed so the Father doesn't see his face Father Andres: Zachariah, I see your face all the time, no need to hide it Zachariah: Father, you will not want to see my face. Father Andres: Zachariah, I have watched people say right to my face that they've cheated on their spouse, murder a person, and stole money from their workplaces. Nothing you will say will make me or God resent you Zachariah: ...okay then Zach slides the port open. They both can see each other Father Andres: So my son, what have you done? Zach breathes in Zachariah: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. Father Andres: You are forgiven my son. Zachariah: I have...spit in the face of God. I have...spit on of his teachings, his wisdom. Everything that I have been told to obide by I have not. I have broken the trust that I tried to amend in the past. Everytime I try to do good, fate shovels it's dirt into my face. Father, I try...I try every day to do God's work...but the temptations are just too much... Silence hits the two for about a minute Father Andres: ...you are forgiven my son. Say no more. No matter what you do, no matter what temptation you give into, God will always love you for what you did after you found religion. I know you Zachariah, I know your past. I know the amounts of money you donate to the church and the charity work you do. You may have had a rough life but you are trying do the right thing, and that's all that matters. During his speech, Zachariah begins to flash back to his past Zachariah: ... Father Andres: Zachariah? Zachariah: Yes Father? Father Andres: What do you do again? Zachariah: How do you mean? Father Andres: You said you were leaving next week for something. Zachariah: I'm leaving next week for a wrestling promotion called Alpha Championship Wrestling. Father Andres: Ah great for you Zachariah! Maybe you can find a friend that like you! One that shares a passion for God, or a girl you can like, a guy you can be friends with, or, or-- Zachariah starts snickering to himself Father Andres: ...Zachariah? Zachariah: ahaha, I'm sorry Father but that was just HILARIOUS. Father Andres: ...w-w, what was? Zachariah: "Shares a passion for God". HA! Those bastards don't deserve his love. Father Andres: Zachariah! Don't-- Zachariah: No-No-No-No Father, you don't understand. I visited ACW, I saw their stars. They are all heathens, every single last one of them. I thought that I myself was a lost soul, but they are spawns of the devil himself... Zachariah visably gets angry as the tone in his voice starts to get darker Zachariah: Those pieces of shit don't deserve the satisfaction of the lord's loving soul. They don't deserve to be sheltered by a cathedral as one such as this. They don't deserve to make the millions and millions of dollars that they make. They don't deserve any of it... Zachariah then strikes the door in front of him with his fist. The door then flies open, but is not broken Zachariah: I deserve it...I give money to my church, I come here every Sunday, I do everything the good lord tells me to do, I...I... Zachariah takes out the flask from his pocket and stares at it Zachariah: ...I deserve something in life...not those sinners... Zachariah then gets up and walks to the entrance of the church. Father Andres gets out and follows him. Zachariah gets to the entrance and opens up the door, allowing a cool breeze to come through. Zachariah then stares up at the sky. Father Andres walks by his side. Zachariah: When will I ever get something Father? When will my life take a turn for the good? Why are my cries unanswered when those whores in Hollywood make all the money and fame in the world? Father Andres: Money cannot buy happiness my son. Remember that. Zachariah: No, but it can buy a hell of a lot of other things. Father Andres: God never lets his followers' cries go unanswered Zachariah, in the end, you will be in his loving embrace. Your life will turn around, believe in him my son. Zachariah: I've been believing for some time Father. Father Andres: One day, you will be rewarded by the almighty. Now go, you have a lot on your mind Zachariah. Zach starts walking to his car, a 2005 black, beat-up Hyundai Elantra. Zach then stops, turns around and looks at Father Andres Zachariah: Father...thank you for your time. Father Andres: It was my pleasure Zachariah. Zach opens up the door to his car, starts it up and drives away
THE END
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:13:39 GMT -5
SHADY AFTERMATH Credit: Criminal Shortly after the match between Senator and Danny Mainer, Criminal is seen walking through the backstage. He is holding his jaw, and does not look very happy. Upon reaching his door he hears a ringing sound. Criminal stops outside his locker room, and adjust his head thinking the ringing is coming from his ears after the kick to the jaw he received from TJ. He quickly realizes that it was coming from inside the locker room. Once inside the door he see’s Alexis going through his bags.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? Alexis picks up the cell phone, and then hands it over to him with it still ringing. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] NEVER GO THROUGH MY SHIT!! Alexis nods in approval at the outburst, but Criminal pays no attention. He quickly grabs the phone and answers it.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Hello… OOOH, HI… hold on a sec. Criminal places the phone on mute and then looks over at the twins in his locker room. He walks over to his bag and pulls out a hundred.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Here ladies, why don’t you head around the corner to the bar, and I’ll meet the two of you there later. The two twins look at each other, and then grab the hundred and quickly leave giggling. Criminal then goes back to his phone conversation after placing it on speaker phone so he can get ready for his night out.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] So, Ashley, Baby, how you doing? Ashley: Well, lets just say I was fine up until I saw your match earlier tonight. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] What do you mean? Ashley: So are you only with me because I’m not fat? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Of course not. Ashley: Then what else is it? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] The sex is good too… well at least that’s what I remember. Ashley: How could you even tell there was two of us? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] That’s what made it good! Ashley: Ok, then answer me this. If it was so good, then what’s with the set of twins we saw in your locker room a few moments ago. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] What do you mean? Ashley: I’m watching the ACW broadcast right now, and can see you talking to me on the phone. Criminal paces around the room, whispering the words “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” under his breath.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Those where… ummm…. Teddy Wellington’s sisters. Ashley: So you just hand people over money? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Of course their brother is good for it. Remember he’s the one trying to pave his way to the top by buying it instead of earning it. Ashley: So your going to go out to the bar with them. Where is he? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] He is suppose to meet us there. You know a victory celebration. Ashley: How would you even know if he won? You were eliminated before the ending of the match, and off of ringside before. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Ashley, there is just so much that you don’t know about this business. Maybe one day I’ll come back to Chicago and bring you to one of my events. Ashley: That would be great. Trinity has been missing your too! [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well giver her my regards for me, look I have to get going. You know I can’t leave the ACW crew waiting for me. Ashley: OK, but you promise me that your not cheating. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Baby, I promise. You know me better than that. Ashley: Ok, then I will talk to you later. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: See you soon. The two hang up the phone, and Criminal’s face is filled with an evil grin.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I can’t believe that dumb bitch believed me. I can’t stand Teddy Wellington, and there is no way I would be seen in the same bar with him. Criminal begins to laugh to himself.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal: [/glow] Although, taking a little bit of money for tonight doesn’t seem like a bad idea. The shower begins to run as Criminal gets ready for his night out. The camera fades out to commercial.---- FLASHBACK Credit: Danny Mainer With a smile on his face and the head in the clouds, Danny Mainer had just scored a triumphant victory against the stalwart senator and in what a way he’d done it, dropping him with the Royal Flush and nearly knocking him unconscious in the process. Swaggering backstage, Mainer held the title belt over his shoulder and grinned maniacally.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Well thank God that ones over, that asshat Senator nearly got me. Think I can feel my eye starting to swell up...- Phone call? Ooh.”Mainer pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it up to his ear.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Hello sugarmuffin.”[Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “Hey big boy, I saw what happened last week. I can see why you cheated on me with her.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Enough of the snide comments sugarplum. Why aren’t you letting me back in my own home yet?”[Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes o the Fog]: “In arranged marriages, the bride moves in with the husband AFTER the marriage has taken place.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”You’re fucking with me, right? First off, I’m not a bride and second, this isn’t an arranged marriage. You’re not being forced into this.”[Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “I’m not?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”No! God no. I know we made that bet, but that was to try and prove the lengths I’ll go to show that I love you.”[Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “Awh, how sappy. If only you’d done that before you cheated on me.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Look, I apologized. I know it’s not enough and nothing ever will be but I’m trying my best because I NEED you in my life. How many times do I have to tell you I’m a terrible human being?”[Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “You don’t, I already know full well how much of an ass you are.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”So is that it then? Are you pulling out of the wedding?”[Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “Hell no. You maybe a jerk but you’re MY jerk.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Alrighty then, so why did you call?”[Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “I just wanted to let you know that you can’t come back to your home ‘til after the wedding.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Y’know not for nothing but, isn’t my daughter missing me?”[Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “Hahaha, no. She doesn’t even recognize you ‘cause you’re always on tour.” Ouch.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Oh wow, listen. I gotta’ get changed alright? I need a shower, I stink of shit. Talk later. Love you.”Caitlynn simply hung up at this stage, leaving Danny seething in anger. He slammed his fist into the wall and turned to walk to his locker room where to his surprise he noticed it was slightly ajar. Confused, he slowly pushed the door open and walked into the room seeing that absolutely nothing had been changed whatsoever except for the fridge door at the far end of the room which had been ripped off. Mainer walked over to it, confused and a little disappointed to see that his beers had been robbed.[? ? ? l ? ? ?]: “G’night mate.” Mainer whipped around quickly only to be cracked straight between the eyes with a police baton. Mainer hit the floor like a sack of potato’s as his assailant went psycho, delivering lethal clubbing blows straight to his head. Within minutes, Mainer’s nose cracked and blood was pouring all over his mouth and chest as the attacker just simply kept attacking. About twenty shots later when Mainer was a lifeless, barely conscious and paling bloody wreck on the floor the attacker stood up straight and rested his bloody hands on his hips. The camera panned around to show the bearded face of one Raymond King, the gray whispy mane on his chine being soaked through with the occasional splotch of red from Danny’s bleeding.[Raymond King l Psychological Contradiction]: ”I’m sorry fella, didn’t see you there. Haha. See this police baton? What I just did to you Dan? That’s what you’ve done to my reputation. Ever since you defiled my niece I’ve become the LAUGHING STOCK of Norfolk. I can’t get served at restaurants, nobody talks to me, I’ve become a joke and it’s all because of you. It was bearable that she’d slept with you, even if they’d teased me some but if you’d actually pursued a relationship and not lead her down this crazy path having her stripped naked on international television I’d still hold some respect. You’ve ruined her life AND mine Danny so I’ve gone to the job of ruining that face of yours. Not that it took much work, beardy. You look like fucking Fidel Castro..”Ray picked up Mainer’s cell phone and began to dial a number, his bloody-fingers making dark stains on the keypad.[Raymond King l Psychological Contradiction]: “Call log... call log... call log... Caitlynn. No surprises there.” There was a dialling tone and soon, Caitlynn herself picked up.[Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “Mainer, what the fuck do you want now?” [Raymond King l Psychological Contradiction]: “’ello sweetcheeks. Uncle Ray here.” [Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “Yeah?” [Raymond King l Psychological Contradiction]: “Remember when you said you wished someone would cave Mainer’s skull in? I’ve taken the liberty of getting a police baton and doing the deed for you, just as you requested.” [Caitlynn Dufraisne l Eyes of the Fog]: “What?! Really?!” [Raymond King l Psychological Contradiction]: “Yup. Oh, and Chris Phenomenal sends his regards.” Before Caitlynn could either thank him or call him a maniac, Raymond hung up before calling to outside the door.[Raymond King l Psychological Contradiction]: “OI! Ross, bring it in!” Without any delay, Ross Lambert himself came in carrying a glass coffee table. He took one look at Danny Mainer and then at Ray who held a police baton, he winced at the sight and simply set the coffee table in the room like he was told.[Raymond King l Psychological Contradiction]: “Thanks man.” [Ross Lambert l Demolition Man]: ”I’m just gonna’ leave the coffee table here and walk back out again. I don’t know what you’re planning to do with it and I don’t care.”
[Raymond King l Psychological Contradiction]: “Just help the poor boy onto the table would you?”
Ross and Ray took an arm each and dragged Mainer onto his front and put him face-first onto the cold glass surface of the table, blood already staining the clear glass making it blurry. Ross quickly made his departure at this point as Ray signalled for the coup de grace, holding the police baton slamming the police baton into the back of Mainer’s head smashing his face through the thick glass of the coffee. Mainer slumped limp over the wire frame of the table which was still intact though the glass was gone. For good measure, King took a skateboard and placed it near where Mainer would’ve “fallen” to hide the evidence. King picked up some kitchen roll and started to wipe the blood off of the baton as the screen faded to black.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:14:03 GMT -5
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:14:53 GMT -5
Match 4: Chris Phenomenal vs. BK London (Credit: BK London)
As soon as the bell rings for the match to start, Chris Phenomenal is quickly racing towards BK London’s side of the ring – and with the former 3 time ACW Champion faced with a quick decision, he manages to send the former champion flying with a back body drop. While Phenomenal is a former champion in his own right, his eagerness to get it on with BK London was his first mistake of the night – and a rookie mistake at that. Quickly Phenomenal gets back onto his feet and London plants him with a swift kick in the stomach, and then another. London now irish whips Chris across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle, and then races towards him – hoping to land a clothesline. Chris however manages to get his boot up into the jaw of London, and standing at 6’7” – it’s not that high. London stumbles back a bit from that shot, and Phenomenal hooks him immediately for what appears to be the Filibuster, however it’s a move BK knows all too well. London quickly elbows Phenomenal in the side of the head, and follows up with a stiff punch to the solar plexus before hitting Chris with a Snap Suplex. The cover comes shortly after.
ONE . . TW- KICK OUT!
Phenomenal isn’t down for long and London doesn’t waste any time in giving Chris any space to breathe. London lands a hefty elbow drop into the chest of Chris, and then another, and another before going for another cover.
ONE . . TWO-KICK OUT!
Once again the former ACW Heavyweight Champion gets his shoulder off of the mat, and London picks up the big man and drags him over to the corner. Attempting to create some space, Phenomenal shoves BK London back a few feet. London goes back on the offensive, but Phenomenal shoves him off again. Once again London tries to go back to land a few punches, but his head is nearly knocked off with a surprise lariat that seemingly came out of nowhere. Both men are down momentarily, and Phenomenal is taking quite a few breathes before returning back to his feet. Chris picks up BK London and strikes him with a European Uppercut which sends him stumbling backwards into the ropes. A quick chop to the chest keeps London from attacking any more, and now he whips London across the ring. A back elbow attempt is thwarted, as London manages to duck under and now he comes off the ropes on his own accord. Like a missile, London launches himself forward and shoulder blocks the right knee of Phenomenal. The Harlem Native goes down like a sack of bricks and before BK can even get the chance to capitalize, he smartly rolls under the bottom rope to the outside – a veteran move.
London attempts to follow the Fallen Heroes winner out the ring, but referee Raymond Allen Fleming – known as RAF, prevents him from doing so. This doesn’t get the best reaction from the crowd, and now Phenomenal picks himself up from the outside and checks on his knee. While that move did hurt, he definitely can move the leg – which is normally a good sign. Phenomenal looks back into the ring and BK London, who looks a bit exhausted in his own right – Phenomenal takes note of that.
Chris goes back to checking on his knee, and BK London decides to take an alternate way out of the ring. Heading out behind RAF’s back, he manages to race around the ring and he’s able to attack Chris from behind. A chop block to the ankle brings Chris back down to the ground, and London is relentless on attacking it – possibly setting up for The Corporate Lock. London presses his knee down on the ankle while pulling the foot up in an awkward position, which gets a howl out of Chris. London continues to drop knee after knee down on it. London is in complete control of this match, and he picks up Chris and chucks him back into the ring by the time they reach the 5 count. London rolls in after, and immediately he grabs the ankle to set up for The Corporate Lock. Chris however manages to kick London off with his free left foot.
Staggering back up to his feet, Phenomenal awaits London to get back up and he wraps him with his arms. A very uncharacteristic Belly to Belly Suplex follows that keeps BK London down for the moment, and stops his momentum. Chris now goes for the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT!
With Chris’ first cover of the night, he didn’t think he’d land that close to winning – and he’s beginning to realize that while London while may be offensively on his game tonight, his stamina is very un-London like. The 4-5 months off from any ring work has really taken its toll on London, and while he looks physically fit – he hasn’t gotten back in his in-ring shape which can only be improved by actual matches. With Phenomenal realizing this, he realizes that with time – this match could definitely tip his way whether London likes it or not.
Chris returns to his feet, and he starts to pick up BK London only for BK to quickly hit a double leg take down. The former Fallen Heroes winner in his own right picks the ankle of Chris and tries his best to apply torque. Phenomenal attempts to kick him off again, but London swats the foot away and manages to turn the 6’7 behemoth on his stomach. The Corporate Lock is in, and with the beads of sweat traveling down the face of BK London – he can feel his win coming rather closely. The screams of Phenomenal only urge London to apply the hold even tighter, and each twist sends a jolt of pain to Phenomenal’s ankle. However, being 6’7 works in his advantage, as within a matter of moments – he manages to get a handful of the bottom ropes which forces London to break the hold.
RAF: One…two….three…four- Get off!
RAF now takes matters in his own hands and he physically removes BK from the ankle of Phenomenal, and London gets a bit vocal & aggressive with the ref, something he normally doesn’t do.
BK London: I have a five count! Come on!
RAF: When he reaches the ropes, you let go! Got that?! I will disqualify you!
With possibly the urgency to win quickly before this match drags on too long in his mind, BK London notices Phenomenal in the ring and quickly he heads over to the nearest corner. The fans are ready, they’re anticipating him to Tune up the band – but that doesn’t appear to be on the agenda for tonight. Instead, London’s slapping his right knee and he’s coiled in the corner, ready to spring on his opponent.
Phenomenal, whose ankle is hurt – tries his best to get back up to his feet. He manages to pull himself up to one knee – and that’s all that London needs. BK launches himself out the corner, going for the Shining Yakuza variation of his ‘Yakuza Kick From Hell’ – and to his surprise, it’s countered. The number one contender appears to have played possum, and he scores with a huge ‘Double A’ Arn Anderson Spinebuster that whips BK London down to the mat. Phenomenal has the wear-with-all to roll over and hook the leg on London.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:15:07 GMT -5
London shoots his shoulder up from the mat, and the crowd is able to take another sound breath. Chris rolls off BK London, and BK rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope to try to catch himself a bit of a breather before the 10 count catches him. Meanwhile, in the ring Phenomenal is doing that as well – while trying to climb back up on his bad ankle. Harlem’s own eventually does make it up to his feet, and BK London follows shortly after on the outside. London climbs back up on the apron, and Chris goes on the offensive by launching himself towards him. A shoulder block to the abdomen keeps Chris at bay, and now London attempts to launch himself over the top rope for a Sunset Flip. But as London is pulling himself back to launch himself, Chris pops back up. Unable to stop himself, London pushes himself up on the ropes and Chris decks him in the mouth with the Superman Punch. London drops back down to the apron below – absolutely knocked out, and he rolls over to the outside.
Chris tries to shake the feeling back into his hand after that hard punch, and London lays motionless on the outside. Chris drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope to retrieve BK London, but this is proving a more arduous task than initially expected. It appears now he has to lift all 249 pounds of the Brooklyn native up to it’s feet, and into the ring, which is not exactly a walk in the park when your opponent is knocked out. Chris lifts London from under his arms and then rests him by the apron. He now lifts one leg, and then the other, and proceeds to push BK London into the ring under the bottom rope. Chris then rolls himself back into the ring, and he goes for the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT! Chris is shocked, and he looks up at RAF who only signals a two – and Phenomenal is wondering how he could’ve kicked out. The ample time definitely could’ve worked in London’s favor on that run, and it may have been an error on his part to punch him out the ring.
Phenomenal sits up, and he looks back at BK London – who’s showing some signs of life after that punch, and he takes a deep breath to himself, he doesn’t quite know how to approach this matter. Phenomenal picks up BK London once more and now he drags him over to the corner before lifting him up in the suplex position and placing him on the top rope. A right hand is planted into the jaw of BK London, keeping him at bay while Chris now climbs up to the middle ropes. It appears he’s going to go for a superplex, but London’s instincts kick in and now he begins to battle away with a few punches to the side of Chris. Chris feels every sting that scores with his abdomen and suddenly he finds himself pushed off the ropes onto the unforgiving mat below. London sits on the top rope, and he looks down at his foe before him and he takes a deep breath.
Moving himself, London now sets him up on top rope – and he’s perched, and you slowly see members of the crowd rising out of their seat. He promised it last week, and he just may deliver with the shooting star press he aptly names, From Brooklyn to London. London’s a little spaghetti-legged, but he knows this may be an all or nothing shot. As Chris’ eyes open up a bit, he sees London maneuvering himself up on the top rope and a green light quickly goes off in his head, he has to stop London from hitting this. Sucking up whatever pain from the fall he suffered, he quickly picks himself and dives forward into the adjacent ropes. London drops groin first on the top turnbuckle, and a collective “Ohhh!” is the response from the crowd.
The pain London feels is unbearable, and a smirk grows on the face of Phenomenal. He takes him a few breaths before approaching London again, and pulling his legs from outside the ring to inside the ring. Now, he ascends up to the middle turnbuckle again – and then strangely enough to the top turnbuckle. One doesn’t know what Chris is about to attempt, but it’s revealed moments later as the 6’7 brawler from Harlem does the seemingly impossible. A Frankensteiner – a freakin’ picture perfect Frankensteiner – send London flying from the top rope to the middle of the ring, and some fans in the crowd applauds the big man’s move.
Phenomenal scrambles over towards the body of BK London, and he makes the cover – hooks the leg to be sure.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
The crowd can’t believe it, Chris Phenomenal can’t believe it – and that eventually sends him over the top. Chris pounds the mat, and gets in the face of the referee and gives him a piece of his mind.
Chris Phenomenal: YOU’RE COUNTING TOO SLOW!
RAF: It was a TWO COUNT! DEAL WITH IT!
Chris Phenomenal: How about I deal with you?!
RAF: How about you get disqualified?!
With that, Phenomenal has no choice but to grind his teeth and live to fight another day, he knows that another win over BK London would solidify him as one of the greatest – no questions asked. However, he turns around and unfortunately met with a swift kick in the gut. The Revolver seems cocked and ready to go, and as London turns – Chris Phenomenal pushes London off into the ropes. London comes off the ropes and is met with a stiff big boot to the skull, which sends London stumbling backwards into the ropes. London uses whatever remaining strength he has to come off the ropes and he lands a picture perfect Shades of Michaels.
The kick knocks Phenomenal’s marbles loose and sends him down to the mat, and BK London collapses on top of him.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-
And just like that, the referee seemingly disappears from the ring. However, on the outside we see RAF standing before someone that the fans didn’t expect to see so soon – Jason Freeman.
RAF is ready to call for the bell when Jason Freeman floors him with a right hook, and now the hungry competitor seems to set his sights on the man who stands between him and a World Title shot, BK London.
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Post by BK London on May 31, 2010 19:15:25 GMT -5
Freeman slides into the ring, his hungry eyes on BK London who lies before him, as the fans begin to boo. BK has been through a hard match - how can he possibly fight back? BK used all of his energy on the kick…but when he doesn’t hear the count, he realizes what is about to happen to him. He rolls off of Phenomenal, making his way to the ropes, and pulling himself to his feet – slowly – with as much effort as he can manage having just wrestled a grueling match…and Freeman merely watches like a shark - or more accurately, a vulture. As BK finally reaches his feet, he turns and his worn out eyes meet Freeman’s eyes…and the look in Freeman’s eyes seems to be one of amused triumph. That’s when BK is smashed from behind by a clothesline.
Edison: WHAAAAAAAAAT? McNally: BK was just knocked down from behind by…Dominic Campbell? But…that’s Ryan Cole’s manager. If he’s here, then---
And before he can say anything more, Ryan Cole makes his way slowly towards the ring from the crowd. Freeman turns his head away from Cole’s approach, a triumphant gleam to his eyes, and then he looks back down at BK London, who always a fighter, still tries to get to his feet.
McNally: Why is Ryan Cole here? He was approached by Freeman before…but…he wanted nothing to do with him! Edison: THAT’S NOT ALL! LOOK OVER THERE
And sure enough, at the top of the entrance ramp Theodore Wellington walks towards the ring as well! The crowd boos harder realizing what is about to happen here. After all, Hawthorne wants BK gone and he controls the security. And BK has just wrestled a long and grueling match. As Cole and Wellington hit the ring at the same time, there are now four men in the ring. Ryan Cole, Dominic Campbell, Theodore Wellington, and of course Jason Freeman. As Freeman turns to watch Wellington enter the ring, with a triumphant nod…BK SUDDENLY EXPLODES FROM THE GROUND AND SPEARS FREEMAN TO THE GROUND.
The fans erupt! BK is outnumbered, but still he is not going to go down without a fight, and a stiff right hand meets Freeman’s lip, before BK is met by Cole and Wellington. BK spins around, and gets a nice hook right to Cole, and BK springs forward, pushing Wellington back into the corner. The crowd gets on their feet, feeling as if they are pulled by some invisible force, so strong is the electricity BK London brings. Some of the newer fans in the arena may not have been around to see BK London in his glory days, but even those fans know of his reputation. So strong is BK London, that while he is against impossible odds here, while he is weak, and is facing four fresh men…for that instant almost every fan believes that he can pull it off. That he can avoid the seemingly inevitable. Campbell comes from behind, but BK spins around and nails him too! BK has had a burst of energy…and has managed to at least get a shot in on all four men, and the fans continue to cheer him on, trying to will him to keep going. BK has no chance in a fight, but if he can just get out of the ring...BK seems to know that as well. He is not one to back down, but this is clearly a fight in which there will be no victory for him. He can thwart Freeman’s plans just by getting out of the ring. Besides, he knows that If he doesn’t get out now, the next shot will bring him down for good. He is running on pure adrenaline, but he can feel the pain beginning to rush back to him. BK turns around, but in the time it took him to attack Wellington and Campbell, Cole and Freeman are up, right in the direction he intended to turn. And when he turns back around, the two other men block his path. All four of his foes begin to circle him. There is no opening for him. He realizes fully now that he will not be escaping this, so the worn out soon-to-be hall of famer gets in a fighting stance and turns towards Freeman specifically. His eyes defiant, he motions with his hands – Bring it on. If he’s going down he’s going to make a last stand. Suddenly---
McNally: OH MY GOD!!!
“Hail to the Chief” blasts to the speakers of the ACW arena, and the fans do something they have not done in a long time…give a standing ovation to The Senator. Freeman spins his head around towards the entrance ramp his eyes widening, meeting the angry face of the man who Freeman attacked upon his return with a lead pipe. The man he threw out of the Fallen Heroes battle royal. The man who has had the more history with Jason Freeman than any other man on the roster has. While all the men in the ring react in shock, it is Freeman’s face that tells the whole story, as the crowd continues to cheer knowing the odds have evened up slightly. In the center of the ring, something that looks like relief crosses BK London’s face as his career-long rival makes his way down the ramp…and then stops, as a Freeman’s face changes to a slow smirk.
Yes. Senator gets to the ring…but stops. The crowd goes silent for a second, as Senator crosses his arms and stands still. BK London’s eyes widen and narrow…And then the camera gets a glimpse of Freeman’s face. Since Freeman’s return, there has always been this unsettling feeling about him. That behind his calm words, his silence, there was something lurking under the surface. That his demeanor was a mask hiding some unsettling instability beneath…and finally the mask comes away. The fans finally get a glimpse at just what Freeman truly is…and it’s enough to send shudders up anybody’s spine. Where moments before there was a smirk, and he was almost cocky, amused…now there is a snarl, his eyes change. They are now vicious – crazed. And he turns his head around towards BK London, and BK glimpses into these eyes before Freeman nods his head as a signal. In the moments prior one could almost hear a pin drop, but now all four men in the ring are on top of BK instantly, as the crowd begins to boo.
BK doesn’t even get a shot in this time, as all four men hit him at once and he is brought down to the ground, and now all four of them stomp down on him. Freeman’s stomps carry the most impact. Pure crazed hatred is in his eyes, and he makes each stomp count, as they increase in both ferocity and tempo as time goes on, seeming almost to go straight through BK. Freeman continues to yell to the other men in the ring.
Freeman: THAT’S RIGHT! HIT HIM HARDER!
McNally: This is sickening!!!! How can this be allowed to occur??? Edison: And how…why…Senator is…letting this happen?
Freeman wipes a hand to his mouth, where he was punched earlier, and draws it away to see blood, and this seems to anger him even further. He turns to Campbell, and points down to BK.
Freeman: LIFT HIM UP!!
And Campbell merely crosses his arms, and Freeman’s eyes widen in anger, as he storms up to Campbell, and gets right in his face, pointing down towards BK. Freeman turns to see Ryan Cole. Ryan Cole advances towards Freeman and there is a moment of silence as the two glare at each other, but a lot is said in that silence. Ryan Cole’s message is clear: nobody besides Cole tells Campbell what to do. Freeman’s message is just as clear. Freeman snarls, as Cole turns to Campbell after a moment’s delay and coolly tells Campbell to lift up BK - a glance at Freeman letting him know that this will only happen when Ryan Cole sees it fit. Campbell lifts BK London up, and Freeman motions to Wellington who comes from behind with THE MONEY SHOT! The crowd’s boos are just increasing in intensity throughout the beatdown as they seem to form into a dull constant roar…as Ryan Cole advances, and locks the downed BK London in the DRAGON CLUTCH, BK’s back bending at an extreme angle, as Campbell begins to kick his lifted chest.
McNally: THIS IS RIDICULOUS! Edison: There was no way BK could have been ready for THIS
Freeman seems to think for a second, and then he looks again at the blood on his hand.
Freeman: GET HIM TO HIS KNEES! I WANT HIM TO BLEED! HE IS GOING TO BLEED!!!!!
And Ryan Cole gives a glance to Freeman, not very happy at this new command, as he seemed to be enjoying the pain he was inflicting on BK, the submission having been locked in for a good amount of time. But Cole, Campbell, and Wellington all grab BK, and pull him up to his knees, as Freeman bends down and looks into his face. And suddenly Freeman bends down, and begins to nail hard punches to BK’s face, one after the other, vicious shot after vicious shot. Just as before they increase in tempo as time goes on, one after the other. Freeman trying to do one thing at the moment…to draw blood, and after a while he does, BK’s forehead beginning to trickle…and after a few more shots, the knuckles digging in, to drip blood down his face. But still that isn’t enough, and Freeman continues to dig his knuckles in until blood is now pouring, and only then is Freeman satisfied. Freeman backs into the ropes, and runs forward and the three men come away, as Freeman hits the shining axe kick taking BK back down to the ground.
McNally: How long can this go ON for? Edison: And look…the Senator is STILL standing there watching.
Freeman looks to the sky as all the boos rain in, and his face does not break from that anger, that relentless insanity. He feels power. And that’s when he sees CP, who had been stirring after having his lights kicked in by BK London, and had rolled over to the side of the ring…unaware to exactly what was going on in the ring, and a glint flashes through Freeman’s eyes. Images spin through his head…being thrown out of the battle royal by this man…and listening to all the comments he has thrown at Freeman over the months. More than that, Freeman feels that power, and wants to use it. Freeman roughly spins Cole and Wellington around by their shoulders, and both turn around with a glare - by impulse both almost strike him.
Freeman: Him too.
He points down to Phenomenal, as Senator on the outside narrows his eyes.
Freeman: I WANT HIM TOO! GET HIM UP!
Senator advances forward towards the apron, and climbs up it, getting up to Freeman’s face, the camera picking up his words.
Senator: This was NOT part of the deal.
And when Freeman’s face spins around…and Senator sees the look on his face…he knows that there is no way Freeman will be reasoned with. He is on another plane right now. He is in another state of mind…a very, very, unstable one. And the men now begin to stomp on Chris Phenomenal, Freeman most viciously of all, still seeing Fallen Heroes in his mind. Senator looks on – angrily, now – as Ryan Cole and Theodore Wellington raise Phenomenal up…and Freeman gives him the same treatment BK London received, rapid punches to the skull. Freeman directs orders, and now Cole and Campbell go back to the fallen BK London, as Wellington and Freeman stomp on CP. Wellington once again lifts CP to his knees, and Freeman, just as he did to BK, runs and hits a shining axe kick on him, sending him back to the ground. Freeman goes back towards BK London, and Wellington does as well. Freeman directs Cole and Campbell back to Phenomenal, and they continue to beat down the fallen former world champion. While Wellington lifts BK up into a second shining axe kick from Freeman.
Freeman then motions for everything to stop. The three other men come towards him.
McNally: Thank god…this vicious attack is over.
That’s when Freeman pulls out the pipe.
There is a moment of silence where Freeman holds the pipe out in front of him, and stares at it, his hand clenching it tightly – so tightly that it shakes. And then he turns towards BK.
Freeman: Lift him up one more time!
And they do. Once again Freeman bends down to meet BK’s eyes.
Freeman: COME ON, BK! DO SOMETHING!
The bloody face of BK London points downwards, as his head droops, his eyes open but glazed…completely out. Freeman slaps BK across the face, and bends down again
Freeman: I know you can hear me, BK. DO SOMETHING! I want to see you DO something! Try to attack me, BK! TRY IT!
Once again the crazed Jason Freeman slaps BK London across the face, and once again BK London shows no sign of life, which seems to make Freeman angrier, as he holds the lead pipe in front of BK’s face.
McNally: This is ridiculous, they destroyed BK London…not even he could move after th---
And Freeman gives BK one more hard slap, but this time BK’s head snaps up. His body still remains supported only by Wellington and Ryan Cole - he cannot move - but he comes to life still, and puts all his energy into headbutting Freeman who was still bent over.
Freeman stumbles backwards, clutching his head…but this seemed to be what he wanted. He closes his eyes for a second, and then the smirk returns, as he spins around and CRACKS his pipe across the skull of BK London. Wellington and Cole hold BK up still for one more shot, as Freeman cracks the pipe across BK from the other side. Then Wellington and Cole let BK fall back down to the mat
The assault is finally over
Freeman has calmed down, and he breathes heavily and closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, he is calm once more. He raises his arms to the air, as he stands over the bloody and motionless BK London, as across the ring lies a motionless CP. The four men stand together: Ryan Cole, Dominic Campbell, Theodore Wellington, and Jason Freeman, as The Senator still stands on the outside. This new group has just left two formidable men lying, and who knows what this means for ACW…
It seems that finally a Jason Freeman plan has come to fruition. Has the power game in ACW just shifted?
End Show
(OOC: Post Match Credit goes to Jason Freeman)
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Post by Jason Freeman on May 31, 2010 19:18:52 GMT -5
Have no idea what happened to everybody THIS week <_<.
Ill assume it's an end of year thing.
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Good, you're working out Freeman....you're gonna need to
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Post by TJ on May 31, 2010 20:39:00 GMT -5
sent in my segment
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Ohh that was ur girl... I thought i reconized her!!
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Post by criminal on May 31, 2010 23:28:16 GMT -5
i sent in 1, the other one will be sent in sometime tomorrow
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jun 1, 2010 20:03:59 GMT -5
And the late segments trickle in!
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Post by The Mainerishi on Jun 3, 2010 6:23:51 GMT -5
THE MAINER REPORT Preparations - Curious, this is a solid start to the show and draws up some anticipation. Phil Collins reference FTL though. I kinda' see Freeman as like the evil mastermind of ACW, he's like a James Bond villain. He could be Dr. No...se. Protest - Great heat builder here, strong dialogue from TJ and Theodore. Nothing utterly mind-blowing. One thing that made me chuckle though is the Colgate and Crest joke, purely because I love the taste of toothpaste. "And that match is NOW!" also made me lol, only for it to cut to... Time Is No Limit - Ryan Cole is a fantastic archetype heel but I feel that his character is missing something. I'm not quite sure what that thing is myself but once he finds it he has the potential to be the top dog in ACW. This was a strong segment and one of Cole's best features is his dialogue which is as usual well-crafted. Match 1 - Wait a minute, it was supposed to cut to a match between TeejWellz VS The Southern Smashers immediately only to be interrupted by Ryan Cole and now Jason Freeman VS XS3? Fail planning is fail. So Disrespectful - Hooray for twins. It's no secret that I used to treat Criminal as a bit of a laughing stock when he first arrived in ACW but it is with a tear in my eye that I say just how much he has improved. Criminal still has a way to go before he's the big dog on campus but he's improved by leaps and bounds since his arrival. I liked his sly use of his criminal background to sneak babes into the arena. Second Class - Oh man the arrogance! It burns my skin. Aggggggh. I like this segment because Kevin Anderson is the most hateable NPC in this fed and anyone who talks down to him automatically gets 10 Danfan points. All I have to say is that it was a little brief for my liking but strong. The Champ - This character is mildly amusing at the best of times. This segment wasn't too bad. I like his delusions of grandeur, is this a portrayal of you in real life Jase? Oh-Mega Effects - Scooby Doo reference to this win. It's a fairly standard interview but TJ's style is intriguing, I lol'd at TJ's ignorance to Criminal only to completely shit all over him in the next paragraph. Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell - ... Sorry. I just... I'm not mentally equipped enough to read through this It's beyond my standard of education. I'm sorry. I Wish I Knew - As a fan of the "strong chairman" character I wasn't too keen on the way Samuel Hawthorne was portrayed as a total bitch but Ghee's attitude was strong. I'd like to see some repercussions for punching Hawthorne in the face, but I do severely doubt it. Man in the Box - BWAAAHAHAHAHA. Any time Candyman is on screen it's a stitch, I like this new non-canon Candyman. It's much better than the Stephen King paedophile version. I legit lol'd at the trapeze guy fight sequence and the constant bashing of Kevin Anderson. This reminds me of Deadpool, or a new version of FSX. Super Game Con XGK9-2010 - Oh just another super awesome segment from that talented and phenomenally sexy Danny Mainer. Just the usual. Oh and Phillips is in it too. Feeling the (Omega) Effects - From being made to look like a skank hoe by Buddy Ghee to kicking ass again with TJ, God I love Hawthorne's transitions. Oooh shit, Laron Xavier and XS3? Too many X's. But is this retconned now that XS3 is on the outways? Shady Aftermath - "I can't believe that dumb bitch believed me", said even though he's been found out through the broadcast of what he's been up to. I love how dense the Criminal character is, yet the man behind Criminal did a good job as often you'll find that shit like this gets overlooked all the time in Wrestling. Flashback - I dunno why I named it that. Oh shit, yeah, now I remember. <_< You are...? - I already told you Scorpion, I can't read your seg-. Wait what? Dan is back it seems and with a case of gimmick infrigement. Great, just what we need. More Bible thumpers. I might have Mainer start a cult now that he's got a beard and everything. That'd be sweet. Danny Mainer and his rag-a-tag bunch of raincoat wearing psycho's "The Brotherhood of Reverence" worshipping the one true prophet Danny Mainer. Sounds like I've got my heel turn planned already. Anyways, this was a strong segment but it's a bit fucked up. Main Event - Omega Effect is always awesome because it's the part of the year where Jason Freeman goes insane and does shit that he claims to "not like writing", the outlandish shit that he always pans me for. I love Omega Effect just because it means Freeman climbs out of his box.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jun 3, 2010 13:11:42 GMT -5
Hey Mainer doing some feedback! Awesome!
And I wasn't meaning to reference Phil Collins when I said that <_< Freeman isn't the one to quote song lyrics lol.
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Post by The Mainerishi on Jun 3, 2010 13:13:34 GMT -5
Hey Mainer doing some feedback! Awesome! And I wasn't meaning to reference Phil Collins when I said that <_< Freeman isn't the one to quote song lyrics lol. I must've mistaken you for Nick Durden.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jun 3, 2010 13:46:09 GMT -5
I laughed way more than I should have <_<
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