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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 21:57:29 GMT -5
Schedule of Events ---
Zechariah Sykes vs. Rich Richardson
Laron Xavier vs. Alex Trixer
Buddy Ghee vs. Ryan Cole
Non Title: Scorpion vs. TJ
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 21:59:00 GMT -5
Let’s Play Hide and Seek Chris Phenomenal and Danny Mainer
The show opens not with the wide angle pan of the crowd as the pyrotechnics go off atop the ramp. Instead the gathered audience are drawn to the AlphaTron as the viewers at home are treated to a full screen shot of Chris Phenomenal. Atop him there is a single light bulb, glowing in the darkness providing the only light for the scene. He sits atop a three legged stool, staring at the camera intently and unwavering.
Chris Phenomenal: Good evening ladies and gentleman. I’d like to thank you all for joining us this evening as we come within two weeks of Omega Effect VI. I would like to tell you that you’re in for one heck of a night, filled with high paced wrestling action, put on the greatest wrestlers in the business but sadly that is not the case.
Sure, this evening has been billed as such, with two of ACW’s largest stars in TJ and The Scorpion colliding in this evenings main event however that match is nothing compared to what extraordinary talent like myself can do. If it were not for me, TJ would not even be in this company, a big man who was simply that, a talent less carnival act that grew tiresome after the first time. If it were not for his masochistic tendencies, a cross between great wrestlers like Rose and Ridley, The Scorpion would not be here. There is no hatred between these two, nothing to motivate them to give you each and everything they have. I could have given that to you folks but Samuel Hawthorne decided you were not worth his time.
You see, last week Jason Freeman decided to get involved in my business…again. Like genital warts, you think he’s gone when he decides to stick his oversized nose into my affairs. I had BK London on his last legs, thinking he had my defeated and having avenged his defeat at Born Again but I had him where I wanted him, luring him into my expertly laid trap. For too long Jason Freeman has been the lone thorn on my rose and tonight I sought to pluck him off but instead, I’ve been barred from in-ring competition this evening.
This draws a small cheer from the crowd which in turn brings a smile to the face of Chris Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: That said however, I have something else in mind and in this goes out to my Omega Effect VI opponent, Danny Mainer. As you will recall, two weeks ago he proved what a gutless coward he is, refusing to save Charlotte King’s innocence. He proved what I have always said, that he is nothing more but a street rat who managed to finagle his way into this company, not on talent, charisma or cunning, but on the ability to suck a meaty cock.
Tonight however I’m giving him the opportunity to make up for that, you see Danny, as I did two weeks ago, I have also taken something you care about, something obviously more than Charlotte.
With that Chris spins the camera on the tripod in front of him and then flips the night vision switch on. Instantly against the black, the green silhouette of Caitlynn Dufraisne. The crowd in attendances lets out a sigh as she squirms against the bonds that hold her. They don’t budge at all however as she is forced into submission by them.
Chris Phenomenal: I have no sexual interest in your deviant wife, no desire to see her innermost secrets. Instead Danny Mainer, I will do to you what you almost did to me. You made sure that Paige was abducted all in a matter to extort the Crucible contract from me. You put her in harms way, forcing her to pose for fetish magazines and perform unspeakable acts. For that Danny Mainer I can never physically punish you enough, I will never be able to break you into as many pieces as I desire so instead I’ll take it out on the people you love. First your wife, then your daughter, your sister, your biker friends. Every person that you hold dearly somewhere in your blackened heart will feel my wrath.
Chris pauses for a moment, punctuating his words.
Chris Phenomenal: It won’t just be that however Danny, I’m not going to just put there pain on your conscience, I’m also going to add the fact that you could have saved them to it as well. This evening, we’re going to play a little game of hide and seek. You see, I’m going to take Caitlynn somewhere and hold here there until tonight’s main event is concluded. If you’ve not recovered her by that time, then you never will, if you manage to, I promise no harm will come to her.
Danny, it’s time to play.
And with that we cut to our opening video.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:02:36 GMT -5
As the opening video ends, we do the usual wide pan and then the pyrotechnic display atop the entrance ramp. We then cut to ringside with Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison who run down the card and tell us that we're only two weeks away from Omega Effect. They also announce that tonight the final four inductees for the inaugural class of the ACW Hall of Fame will be revealed this evening. We zoom in on the hanging Omega Effect logo which in turn fades into our second segment of the evening.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:06:27 GMT -5
A Scorpion’s Tale.[/b] -TJ *We open the scene out in the open of a field. There is a gentle breeze that moves the leaves of the trees and the blades of grass. In the middle of the field is a bench along a trail of flat land. From the left of the bench we see two men walking up to it. The two men are none other than TJ and Roger Gings. Roger has a camera on his shoulder.*
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Again, remind me why we are coming here to shoot a promo?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Something new.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Yea, but this field isn’t you.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What do you mean?
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Well, TJ, you’re “The Soul of Philly” not “The Soul of Fields.”
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, you know who I’m facing this week right?
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Yea, Scorpion.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And he’s not a normal guy, so we’re doing something new.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Alright, let me get set up.
*TJ walks over to the bench and takes a seat. TJ looks up and Raj turns the camera on and aims it at TJ. He gives the ok that the camera is rolling. TJ takes a deep, long breath and then exhales.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The fresh air. Something that is taken for granted a lot. No one thinks about how lucky they are to be able to take in fresh air until they close to their last breath. No one thinks about how fortunate they are to be able to walk out and go for a run in the fresh air. No one thinks about how blessed they are to go out into that ring and entertain the fans. And I almost got to that point awhile ago. Then I went for a run, along this trail in fact. I found this bench and sat down. And I had a talk with….well, my uncles and my brother. No, not like I closed my eyes and I saw them and went over the conversation in my head. I sat down and ask for some help, not with running, not with wrestling, but with life. You see, the last two years have been an up and down ride in and out of the ring. It was this time last year I step away from wrestling for almost 9 months. That decision was a mistake. I step away from my fresh air. I left my comfort zone. A few weeks before I came back, I went on that run and stop here. My uncles and brother came to me, not because I asked them, because they knew I needed them.
See even when they are on the other side, my family knows when someone needs help. They told me to do what I loved, to go back to wrestling. A few weeks later I come to ACW and the rest is history. But why is this story so important? Well because it shows what I believe in, and what I believe is in, it’s nothing to do with The God Complex’d Scorpion.
*TJ stands up and walks out into the field, his back to us.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You see, there is a difference between confidence, arrogance, and a god complex. You see, I’m confident. I know what I say isn’t going to far from what I am going to do in the ring. Arrogance is when you say more than you actually end up doing; someone like Theodore Wellington is arrogant. Saying he is going to beat me, saying he was going to take my title, and yet here I stand still the Entertainment champion. And a god complex is when you expect your words to do the fighting for you. Scorpion has a god complex. Honestly, the guy has the thought in his head that he is the greatest wrestler to walk the face of the earth and what has he done?
*TJ turns around, his eyes almost, golden in color.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ NOTHING! THAT’S WHAT HE HAS DONE! And this week, starting with Scorpion, I am going to prove that the arrogance of wrestler is the same as their accomplishments: nothing but a figment of someone’s imagination. Oh and Scorpion, don’t think I have not taken note of you “work”. You see everyone has built you up as this monster, this beast, but what have you been able to do to someone with actually talent? Again, NOTHING! Who has been your toughest competition? XS3? I beat him? Buddy Ghee? I beat him. Name the toughest person you have faced in ACW, and I can tell you when I beat them. Last week you “controlled” a rat with your eyes because you’re “the physical embodiment of the anger of the gods”. Great, that’s what you claim to be, but until I see you shoot lightning bolts out of your fucking eyes, you’re not. I am the physical embodiment of your nightmares, Scorpion. When you look into my eyes, remember that rat, and how it froze in fear, because, even if for a split second, you will be frozen in fear. You will know you are fucked. You will be looking into the eyes of ACW’s true monster.
*TJ closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He opens his eyes and his eyes have returned to their normal blue eyes.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Everyone wants to hand Scorpion the fucking medal for being so damn good, for being the beast of ACW. God damn it, he doesn’t even meet the height requirement for being a beast. Best believe that come Monday, Scorpion, Hawthorne, and the rest of the world, will see the true beast of ACW. They will see greatness in its truest form. They will see “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUL OF PHILLY” having his hand raised in the air, having his named announced as the winner, being the only man standing. Scorpion, prepare to see greatness.
*TJ smiles as the scene fades to black.*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:11:27 GMT -5
Segment: Balloons, balloons, clowns love balloons. Fun, fun, clowns love fun. Kids, kids....meh (Written by Panther)
For the second week in a row, Candyman is present at Monday Night Warfare despite not having a match. As his permanent residence is his mobile padded room in an RV style vehicle, Candyman pretty much spends all his time wherever Warfare is taking place. Samuel Hawthorne has so far enjoyed having Candyman as part of the ACW family. Candyman sells merchandise and has a low salary. Tonight, Candyman is doing a bit of self promotion, with permission from Hawthorne.
There is no match going on, so fans are currently using bathrooms, buying food or trying too steal something they can flog on e-bay. Candyman is wearing his normal (Well, normal by his standards) clown costume, handing out balloons or various colours too kids, smiling devilishly. Too each side is an ACW security guard holding batons, in case Candyman gets a bit "rowdy". Candyman sees too be in his element, handing out balloons like a man possessed. Or somebody who REALLY likes giving out balloons. A small child who looks about seven or eight walks up too Candyman.
Child: Hello mister, I'm Chris. Why do you like handing out balloons so much?
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] I don't know Chris. I guess it's because it takes me back too a simpler time, before all these problems.
Chris: Problems? What's wrong?
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Have you ever thought about everything? How crazy everything is? Heh, of course you haven't, you're just a kid.
Chris: Yeah, being a kid sucks.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Being a kid sucks? What do you mean? I run around in face paint, causing some violent mischief and I get thrown in a madhouse. You do that and people think you're just having some fun! Look at the looks I'm getting!
Candyman points too the crowd and turn Chris around, showing him that people are muttering too each other and pointing at Candyman.
Chris: Wow, that's mean. It's not your fault you're weird!
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] The late Garry Coleman says watchu talkin' about?
Chris: It's not like you WANT too be a bit strange. It's just how you are. My mommy and daddy always said too be nice to people, whatever they are like!
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] WEIRD? STRANGE? MAYBE I'M NOT AVERAGE JOE, BUT AT LEAST I'M NOT ONE OF THESE LOSERS.
Candyman again motions at the crowd while yelling at Chris. The security raise there batons up, just in case.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Chris, when you get older, you know what you will be doing? You will be working nine till five too on minimum wage at a crappy job, while I do nothing and get a tasty check. I'd much rather be a bit "weird", then A SNOT NOSED LITTLE SHIT, WHO WILL SPEND HIS ENTIRE LIFE, WISHING HE COULD BE HALF AS GOOD AS ME! I WAS THE TOP CLOWN IN THE LARGEST CIRCUS IN AMERICA, I TAUGHT ENTIRE CLOWN TROOPS EVERYTHING THEY KNOW, AND NOW I GET MORE MONEY PER WEEK THEN YOUR DEADBEAT FAMILY MAKES IN A YEAR!
Chris starts sobbing, drops his balloon and runs.
Guard: HEY HEY HEY, I THINK IT'S TIME TOO GO!
The guard raises his baton threateningly, causing Candyman too head butt him, knocking the guard down and making his nose bleed slightly. The guard yells out in pain as Candyman laughs menacingly and turns, walking off.
[glow=green,2,300]Candyman:[/glow] Yeah yeah, in the parking lot, I know where too go.
Candyman whistles a merry tune as he skips across the lobby, heading back too the parking lot.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:22:46 GMT -5
Segment: A New Alliance (Credit: Freeman/Cole/Wellington) The fans sit restlessly in the ACW arena. The fans are always excited, but around Omega Effect season there is a constant electricity in the air that everybody can feel. The thirst for ACW is extremely strong during this time, and every paused moment at a show makes every member of the audience eagerly anticipate whatever is going to happen next. Unfortunately however, it was not exactly something they were looking forward to seeing.
"Ugly" by The Exies hits the speakers of the ACW arena, and the fans erupt with boos for the man whose devious plan to take out BK London came to fruition last Monday night. And of course he isn't alone. Ryan Cole and Dominic Campbell enter on his left, and on his right stands Theodore Wellington. A new group that promises to take control. Freeman has never been a fan favorite, but after his actions last week there is a newfound hatred that has most likely not been given to him since his conflicts with AK just one year ago.
As the four men make their way slowly to the ring, they seem to bask in the reaction they are getting. They all enter the ring at their own speed, as Freeman goes around to get a mic first. The music eventually dies down as Freeman steps to the center of the ring, however the crowd noise does not. The constant booing remains, and Freeman waits a while for it to die down, but it does not.Freeman: If you would be so polite as to quiet yourselves and allow me to speak, perhaps you may learn a few things. The crowd of course takes this as an invitation to boo even louder, as expected. After last week, there wasn’t much doubt about the fact that Freeman was going to get torn apart by the crowd for his actions (not that they were fans of his before.) And of course, it isn’t just Freeman, but Theodore Wellington and Ryan Cole as well that get this massive heat. Theodore Wellington isn’t one to care much about fan reactions, and so he isn’t too concerned. Freeman seems merely amused. But Ryan Cole’s eyes slowly begin to light up as he hears himself getting part of the biggest negative reaction he’s gotten in his ACW tenure, and the difference between this and what he was receiving just a few weeks prior is crazy. Ryan Cole is not exactly your average superstar. He focuses merely on being remembered, and after this reaction, being remembered is a certainty.Freeman: Now…Standing before you in this very ring are the four men who just seven days ago took the future hall of famer, BK London, and reduced him to rubble before your eyes in the middle of this ring. The result, of course, of much planning on my behalf. What surprised me however, was that there seemed to be shock at the success of my attack. To be honest, it was a foregone conclusion. Not to diminish my own actions and accomplishments, but you all shouldn’t be surprised at how easily BK fell. It was BOUND to happen. He was nothing but smoke and mirrors. He thrived and survived off of a memory - A ghost of a past career. And thankfully, myself and these men were able to show you fans exactly what BK London has been reduced to. A soulless shell of his former self. No substance. You see, BK London used to have passion. Heart. He was a champion. Soon however, that was taken from him, and he became something else. An addict. The fans boo this analogy, but Freeman shakes his head. Of course they’d boo…Freeman thinks to himself. A bunch of sheep flocking to their shepherd. Anything BK London did or said would be extolled in their eyes.Freeman: Yes, BK London became an addict, because he was addicted to fame. He was addicted to money. He was addicted to glory. You see, he used to love the sport of wrestling, and he used to love this company. Now do you know what he’s doing? Do you know why he keeps coming back? It's because he needs to walk out, hear the roar of the crowd, feel important once more, and then at the end of the day go and cash his huge multi-figure check at the bank so he can fade back into retirement, his massive ego stroked and soothed, able to relax until of course he needs his next fix. Well, the sad part is…something died inside of BK London along this journey. The BK London of old, something of an entity, became BK London the sad, pathetic, desperate man. Now, I realize that you fans look at him, and you see the same man. The same physical being. BK London himself most likely looks in the mirror and sees no difference. But I do. I saw everything. I knew that when it came down to it, BK London had become NOTHING. And without that soul, without that heart, I knew I could expose him as the fraud he was in the middle of this ring. And I did. The fans boo, as Freeman shakes his head bitterly. In Freeman’s mind, it’s as if they haven’t even listened to what he’s been saying. As if they let the words float over their heads, knowing that if they let them register – if they allow the words to reach their brains, then they’ll be forced to reexamine their lives…their idol. They’d be forced to confront BK London for what he really is, and so instead they drown it out with the sound of their boos. That is, of course, what Freeman believes. But Freeman enjoys the booing, because in some strange way, though he doesn’t care much what the fans think about himself, and is merely after personal glory…something in those boos seems to empower him. Seems to make him feel deliciously superior. It seems to validate him somehow. But in any case, he knows it’s about to get a lot worse.Freeman: And do you want to know what the absolute worst part is about this whole situation? Freeman waits , as if expecting the fans to begin calling out answers. The fans don’t seem to be very interested in what the “worst part” is however. Freeman can barely contain his smirk.Freeman: For all that I’ve said, I really don’t give much of a damn about it. I want you fans to know that while all I said was true, that is not why I did it. I wasn’t trying to nobly expose BK London as a fraud, while I may have done so. I wasn’t trying to force him out of the spotlight, though I reveled in the opportunity to do so. And to be honest, I could care less whether he cares about this business or just wants a paycheck. I am only saying these things so YOU fans know what BK London truly is. But as for my actions? I was doing what I did for ME. I was doing what I did because I needed to not only take out a big foe, but get myself into championship contention. You see, I feel I might as well disclose this information. It is no secret that there are certain people who are not very big fans of BK London. It is very possible that one of said people may have granted me a title shot provided I took out BK London, and because I did...that title shot shall be mine. So yes, this was purely selfish, and all that really matters is that now I SHALL be becoming world champion, and BK London can sit at home knowing that he wasn’t even an important part of my game. He wasn't the end goal, but the bridge. He was a steppingstone that was necessary to push down, and he can know that he is DIRECTLY responsible when I hold the world title belt up in this ring. “His” world title belt you could say, looking at the amount of cumulative days he held the belt. And when I WIN that belt I'll in one reign, surpass all of his reigns combined. That championship, once it reaches my hands, will NEVER leave my waist. And while that would be a hard task to accomplish alone…luckily I am NOT alone. And now he turns to the side, where the other members of his “group” had been waiting patiently during his mic time. What a strange group they make…Freeman looks them over, seemingly trying to figure out who to speak about first.Freeman: Most people know I am not above working together with others for a cause…and that is what had to be done. To rise to the top and take control, I needed some men on my side…and for the first time ever, you shall see Jason Freeman in a long lasting alliance. And while none of these men were initially warm to the idea of joining with me, I know that the fact that they are standing here right now proves that they were the right picks for the job…exactly what I thought they were. You see, they each have certain qualities that causes me to see myself in their eyes, and I respect that. First, Theodore Wellington. A man who understands that the value of victory is much more important than morals, and if that means buying your way to the top, then so be it. And Ryan Cole, a man who cares about nothing and nobody. His one goal is to be remembered. Success - at any cost. The one thing that drives him. Now, while Ryan at first resisted, he came to the realization that--- Suddenly Ryan Cole snatches the microphone away from Freeman, in a move that seems to surprise Freeman himself, as he glares into icy eyes of Ryan Cole. The look between the two is reminiscent of a similar stare down that occurred last week during the beatdown of BK London. What’s interesting is that Ryan Cole was last seen saying he would never join with Freeman, and yet there he was last week, right by his side. And by the looks in their eyes, whatever dislike and tension that was there has not gone away. Why then are they joining forces? There seems to already be tension in this new group, as Ryan Cole begins with not-so-subtle sarcasm.Cole: Thanks Freeman, but if you don’t mind I think I’m capable enough to speak for myself. That is…if that’s okay with you.Freeman glares at him, obviously annoyed about his tone, but he allows him to speak. Ryan Cole smirks and continues.Cole:You're all wondering aren't you? You all want to know why I would change my mind so quickly. Why I would join Freeman after resisting him so much before. The reason? The reason? The reason is... Cole takes a glance at Freeman behind him and then scans the crowd almost inspecting every booing face in the arena before laughing.Cole: The reason is you! The reason I helped Freeman was you! I could destroy; I mean destroy everyone that got thrown at me. And you still didn’t care. You thought that I was just another cocky wrester, too big for his boots, just a flash in the pan. You all thought that I’d be gone within a few weeks. You all thought I was just an arrogant kid, you see those every other week, they turn up but they never last, it takes someone special to last in this company. I AM THAT SOMEONE SPECIAL! But you didn’t see it. It didn’t matter what I did. It didn’t matter the skill I used, it didn’t matter how dominant I was you didn’t care, and you didn’t remember what I did. You never would have remembered me. He immediately winces as if in pain from this idea. Cole: So I took drastic measures, I saw what Freeman planned. Couldn’t you? Remember when Jason confronted BK but Hawthorne broke it up? All of you were so disappointed. But I wasn’t. I saw what was going to happen and considering that to you people and the ACW management treating me like some second class citizen despite my talent and potential are you surprised what I did? I went to someone who would help me get what I want. And he did. So now you remember me. Now you have to remember me and now whenever you remember that horrible night when your hero was left a bloody mess you’ll remember me bending him in two, you’ll remember me stomping him into the mat, you'll realise that your hero is everything you hate me for. He is trying to get to you to remember, remember his glorious past, and yet despite us having similarities, trying to get you to remember, he is everything that I'm not! He is failing to rekindle his past, if you need proof just remember last week. He ended up a stain on this mat. Freeman said it best; he became an addict to you people to your cheers and your adoration. I am the opposite of him I am going to make you all addicts of me I am going to make you all worship me the way BK worships you. I'm going to burn my image into your minds, not try and rekindle long forgotten images. I wont be a warm nostalgic memory, I'm going to be a sharp painful memory that you can't get out of your head. And from now on you’ll all remember, every single one of you will remember that for everything I have done and everything I will do. You have only yourselves to blame. Ryan Cole, having said his piece, leisurely walks back towards Freeman and casually begins to hand him back the microphone. Sarcasm somehow seeps through even when he isn’t speaking. But before he can even give the microphone back, Theodore Wellington intercepts it and grabs it for himself. Ryan Cole seems a little annoyed, even though he was done speaking anyways, but Wellington decides to say his piece.Wellington: And I'm sure the fans are also wondering why someone such as myself has joined up with two other men, when I should be more than able to carry my own career. Well, I'll admit, at first I wasn't too happy with Jason Freeman's proposal. After all, it was he who threw me out of the Fallen Heroes battle royal. Surely, that tension will not fade. Has Wellington truly forgiven Freeman for this?Wellington: But two weeks ago I had a revelation! I should be the Entertainment Champion right now! I won that match, but somehow I ended up walking out of there STILL not the Entertainment Champion. STILL. Why? Because those officials were biased! They were against me from the beginning. Every single person in this comapny wants to stop my inevitable rise, because they fear me! I am sick and tired of being held down by corrupt management. Corrupt management? That is a pretty strong claim to make, especially when it was pretty much a fact that Wellington had bribed the officials to attempt to win that belt. This is a part that Wellington will not admit to however.Wellington: Sure there were false accusations going around about bribery...but that was just an attempt to stop me. I've learned that I am not going to get to the top through legit and fair competition, because Hawthorne will always attempt to hold me down. I am going to have to change strategies. I am going to force my way to the top, and to do so I could think of no other way then joining with Jason Freeman. If nothing else, I respect him. I respect him, because he realizes that attempting to play by the rules isn't going to get you anywhere, and with these two men at my side I will rise to the top, and then Theodore Wellington will be one of - no - THE greatest star in ACW history. Because money talks...and bullshit walks! Wellington now finally done, Freeman finally does get possession of the microphone once again.Freeman: Yes. Together we all shall be unstoppable. Something that it seems BK London was not. And BK, I hope you’re at home listening to this. I want you to watch this show later tonight. Don’t tune out. Because there’s more coming up that I think I’d like you to see. I don’t know if you’re by a TV or not, but I hope you are. The one place I know you AREN’T is here in the arena tonight. The fans know this is probably true, but they don’t want to give up hope. Freeman has left himself wide open, and the fans jump in with a chant “BK London!” “BK London!” “BK London!” as the chant grows louder and louder, the fans knowing that most likely he IS at home, but putting their faith in the man…putting their spirit into willing him somehow to return and achieve revenge. Freeman shakes his head and rolls his eyes as he hears the chants.Freeman: I know that you fans expect the storybook ending as always. That would certainly be wonderful if tonight the fallen hero, BK London, comes back from his beatdown better than ever, and angrier than ever. He returns tonight somehow, to a thunderous ovation, and stops me and all of my plans as he exacts brutal efficient revenge. Well, I hate to tell you this ACW fans, but that isn’t going to happen. We aren’t going to have a cliché storybook ending tonight. So let’s see, then. How about I give him a chance? BK London if you are here tonight, why don’t you come out right now?! And there’s a moment’s silence, the fans somehow expecting to hear the beginning of BK London’s theme song to burst through the silence. To see the wide-eyed look on Freeman’s face as BK makes his way to the ring to prove him wrong…but…it doesn’t happen that way. In fact, nothing does, besides Freeman shrugging after ten seconds go by, and the crowd cheers lower to a dull disappointed murmur.Freeman: Well, then. That settles that. Now, it’s time for myself to take care of some business. I would like to leave you with this however. You are now looking at the group that IS going to rise to power in this company. And there is nothing that ANYBODY can do about it. Freeman’s music kicks in as his speech finishes, and he takes a minute to allow the fans to take in the sight of these four men standing triumphant in the ring, feeling quite satisfied with their recent actions. BK London does appear to be gone, and if that is the case, then they have accomplished a feat that will certainly bring them up the ladder. The fans know that this IS a powerful group - although they don’t like to admit it. And as the four men make their way backstage, the fans can only hope that somebody –anybody – will show up to stop whatever future plans they may have.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:26:28 GMT -5
Match 1: Zachariah Sykes -vs- Rich Richardson (Credit: The Dan)
A lone flute is heard over the arena for half a minute as “With Great Power” by Immediate Music then starts after the flute is over. Zachariah Sykes comes out of the back, head bowed, holding the Holy Cross in front of him. He comes out to little fan reaction, the usual small boos from the little kids who hate the heels and love the babyfaces. Phillip Jones: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighting in at 214 lbs, he is, ZACHARIAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH SYKES! Maxwell McNally: He comes “The Disciple”, Zachariah Sykes, making his ACW Debut. Sykes then makes it to the ring and slides the Cross under the ropes as he rolls in. Rich Richardson, who was in the ring before we came on air, looks at Sykes with a relative nervousness in his eyes. “With Great Power” fades out as Sykes stares down Richardson. Phillip Jones: And from Richmond, Virginia, weighting in at 215 lbs, he is, RICH, RICHARDSON! Maxwell McNally: Hello everyone, and welcome to a live edition of Monday Night Warfare, I am Maxwell McNally alongside my colleague Eddie Edison! ”Fast” Eddie Edison: It looks like Sykes has something to say… Sykes demands the ref to get a microphone for him. As the ref signals for the time keeper to get a mic, Sykes picks up the Holy Cross and holds it in front of him. The ref gets the mic and hands it to Sykes, who then faces the audience, ignoring Rich Richardson. Zachariah Sykes: Attention, Ladies and gentleman, before this match begins, we must start with a prayer. Sykes is then booed by the ACW fans ”Fast” Eddie Edison: What? Maxwell McNally: Is he serious? Zachariah Sykes: Come on, stand up you heathens! Do something noble for once in your pathetic lives and respect an almighty power! Sykes is booed even louder Zachariah Sykes: We start, NOW. HAIL MARY FULL OF GRACE THE LORD IS WITH THEE BLESSED ART THOU AMONGST WOMEN AND BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF THY WHOM JESUS HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD PRAY FOR OUR SINNERS NOW AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH AMEN. During the entire prayer, boos were getting louder and louder in the arena. After the prayer, Sykes slides the cross underneath the bottom left corner, and with a pissed off look, begins to talk Zachariah Sykes: Just as I thought…no respect…no remorse…, no— Sykes then cracks Rich Richardson over the head with the microphone. Richardson falls down on impact as Sykes throws the mic out of the ring. ”Fast” Eddie Edison: That wasn’t very holy… Maxwell McNally: Looks like Sykes is gonna take out his frustrations on Rich Richardson. Sucks to be him. The bell rings as Sykes sheds his sleeveless white jacket. Richardson is holding his head in pain as Sykes circles around him and stomps him rapidly. Richardson rolls onver to his stomach and gets on all fours, but Sykes punts him in the ribs. The impact from the kick sends Richardson to the left side of the ring, right to the ropes. Richardson pulls himself to his knees with help from the ropes, and we see that the mic shot that Sykes gave him busted him open a bit and he is bleeding from the forehead. Maxwell McNally: This isn’t gonna end well for Richardson, I can tell you that. ”Fast” Eddie Edison: NO, really!? Sykes then puts his body through the second and first rope and apples a sleeper hold on Richardson, and pulls back onto the ropes. The ref starts the five count, 1…2…3…4…Sykes breaks the hold. Sykes gets back into the ring as he drags Richardson to the middle of the ring. Sykes then picks up Richardson and brings him to his feet, as Sykes then headbutts Richardson, opening up the cut even more. Richardson falls to the ground again as Sykes takes Richardson by the legs and apples a boston crab! Sykes has the crab locked in for a while until Richardson reaches the ropes. The ref starts the five count, 1…2…3…4…Sykes breaks the crab and drags Richardson to the middle of the ring again and stomps him over and over again. Maxwell McNally: Sykes isn’t giving Richardson an inch of breathing room ”Fast” Eddie Edison: I kinda feel bad for Sykes… Maxwell McNally: Why? ”Fast” Eddie Edison: Because Richardson’s blood is gonna stain his wrestling tights… Sykes then picks up Richardson and puts him in a front facelock. Over and over again, Sykes knees Richardson in the face, once again opening up the already huge cut on Richardson’s head. Sykes stops the knees, turns him and Richardson around, and connects with The Blackout! (Sitout Hangman’s Neckbreaker). Sykes goes for the count, 1…2…kickout at 2 and a half! Sykes complains to the ref that it was a slow count, and the ref threatens to DQ Sykes if he complains any longer. Richardson gets back to all fours as Sykes takes him up, whips him into the ropes, and hits Richardson with a spinning wheel kick! Sykes then picks up Richardson and whips him into the corner. Sykes charges at Richardson and hits him with a devastating shoulder thrust! And another! And another! And another! And one more for good luck! Sykes backs up from the corner as Richardson staggers towards Sykes, and Sykes picks up Richardson and connects with a snap powerslam! Sykes goes for the cover, 1…2..kickout! Maxwell McNally: Sykes doesn’t even have a size advantage and yet he’s just dominating Rich Richardson ”Fast” Eddie Edison: At the end of the day, Sykes is just a supreme talent. Sykes gets back up, and mounts himself onto Richardson. Then, Sykes throws a flurry of closed right hands to Richardson, the ref starts the five count, 1…2…3…4…the ref yanks Sykes off of Richardson and tells him if he WILL DQ him if he doesn’t break the five count. Sykes keeps complaining as Richardson slowly gets back up to his knees. The ref and Sykes stop arguing as Richardson clothelines Sykes—No! Sykes ducks the lariat attempt by Richardson and cracks Richardson in the face with Let There Be Light! (Yakuza Kick) Sykes then picks up Richardson by the throat and tells him something that is inaudible. Sykes then picks up Richardson and scoop slams him to the ground, followed by a jumping knee to the head! Sykes goes for the cover, 1…2…Richardson kicks out! Maxwell McNally: How does Richardson keep kicking out! ”Fast” Eddie Edison: I have no idea, but he should just quit right now… Sykes is then visibly pissed off. Sykes then starts to stomp on Richardson once again as he picks up Richardson and hits a gutwrench backbreaker. Richardson falls to his stomach as Sykes then drags him to the middle of the ring. Sykes then puts his left leg in the middle of Richardson’s legs and crosses them around his leg. Sykes then takes ahold of both of Richardson’s arms, and then with his right leg, kicks Richardson in the back of the head, completing the Curb Stomp with a vicious impact! Maxwell McNally: Curb Stomp! It’s all over! Sykes goes for the pin, 1…2…3! Maxwell McNally: And it’s over! ”Fast” Eddie Edison: Richardson’s gonna need medical attention here… “With Great Power” hits the PA System as the ref takes Sykes right arm and raises it in the air. Sykes, with such pride, smiles from ear to ear. Phillip Jones: Here is your winner, Zachariah Sykes! We see a couple of medics attending to Richardson, trying to get him up as Sykes puts his sleeveless jacket back on and takes the Holy Cross out from under the bottom left corner. Sykes then exits the ring as the camera focuses on him. Sykes then looks at the camera, and with a smirk, says “I am doing God’s work”. Sykes then exits to some boos as the medics try to wipe away the blood on Richardson’s face and try to stand him up on his two feet [spoilers]Winner: Zechariah Sykes[/spoilers]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:31:11 GMT -5
Name: An explanation By: Buddy Ghee
In a very familiar locale, Buddy stands, awaiting his interview by Charlotte King. As the cameraman gives the signal that starts the promo, where the average wrestler talks about who he's going to destroy, how he's going to take the title, blah blah blah.
Kevin: As always, I am here with Buddy Ghee, a man who has had a lot to say about his stance here in ACW.
Buddy Ghee: You're damn right, Charlotte. I have a lot to say about ACW, about Sam Hawthorne, about Teddy Wellington, about that son of a bitch Trace-
Kevin: Wait... What'd Trace do?
Buddy Ghee: Well he... Alright, he didn't do anything, but still, Sam and Teddy are my subjects, as well as my match at Omega Effect. You see, people have called the reveal of my match... Underwhelming, and that's because my criticizers can't see anythin' in wrestling past blood and violence. I'm not usin' the Dog Collar match the same way you would a barbed-wire match, or what have you. I'm usin' it to put an end to this shtick that Ted has goin': He and I have yet to meet in the ring in a one on one match, which is something else I'm talkin' about. But all he does is come in, ruin everything I got goin' on, and leave. He's humiliated me, and he's screwed me out of any wins I'm about to see. He just hits and runs. But now, at Omega Effect, all that separates me from him is six feet of chain. Six feet of chain that I'm-a use to choke the shit outta him. Jive turkeys like that, it's the only way they'll learn.
Kevin: Strong words from a strong man. So, you were talking about never meeting him in a one on one match, right? What was that about?
Buddy Ghee: Yeah, that's right. Which brings me to Samuel Hawthorne, the one reason I'm not making it in ACW. You see, Sam isn't paying me any respect. He's only booking me in these battle royals, these triple-threats, I'm never gettin' my own time. I'm sharing it with other bastards, like TJ and Teddy Wellington. You know what that tells me? Teddy and TJ are fighting for the TV-Title, and I'm just injected in there. I'm an afterthought. Look at this shit they wrote on the card: TJ wants to retain his title, Teddy wants to steal it, Buddy wants to prove himself. They don't know what to say about me. There's no reason for me to be in this match! This is between them, not me! But I'm there just to "raise the stakes." Not like "it could be neither one gets the title," no! More like "who's gonna pin Buddy for the title?" That's what they see me as! "Who cares about Buddy? He's the most talented mother fucker in this business, but whatever! Put him in this match with no build up!" That's another reason I got the dog-collar match! He's the reason I've been put out as this fuckin' jobber! I want to prove that I'm the man for the job, not this son of a bitch with millions of dollars comin' out his ass every d-
Buddy halts, suddenly reaching an epiphany.
Buddy Ghee: I think I got it. Sammy's got Teddy's money linin' his pockets! I get it. So, when I'm done murderin' the shit out of Teddy, I think I'll pay Sam a visit. I'm the baddest mutha in the business! And you will respect me.
Buddy storms off camera. Charlotte makes a face at the camera, mocking how long-winded Buddy was just then.
FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:34:05 GMT -5
Scheduling Conflicts [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The camera fades into the chairman’s office, where he sits pondering over a stack of papers. Hawthorne flips through the stack, looking for one name in particular. After a few moments he finds what he is looking for, the temporary contract with Vortex’s name on it. Since contacting Vortex nearly a month ago about the upcoming Crucible match, Vortex has done everything but fulfill his contract. Reading the terms again, Hawthorne can clearly see that Vortex was supposed to have been booked already, however as he has been consistently no showing, that has not been possible.
The chairman reaches for the phone; however before he can lift the receiver he hears soft laughing across the room. Hawhtorne’s head jerks up as he sees the exact man who he was about to call…Vortex. Vortex stands in the corner of the room, underneath one of the potted plants in the corner. Dressed in his now usual attire of a flannel shirt and blue jeans, equipped with his newfound golf club turned best friend, Vortex simply regards Hawthorne with a cool look.Hawthorne: How did you get in here? Vortex: The same way you did. I guess I could have clotheslined the door off its hinges or something ‘flashy’…however I don’t need the attention. Hawthorne: I know what you do need, and that is a job. If you wish to keep it, I suggest you sit down and explain yourself. Vortex: Look…about the terms of my contract…Hawthorne: Sit down, NOW. Vortex looks at Fred and mouths ‘sit down now’ before giggling again. Hawthorne looks at Vortex with daggers and Vortex finally obeys the order by crossing the room and sitting down across from Hawthorne.Hawthorne: I suppose a good starting question would be…where the HELL have you been? Vortex: Let’s not get hostile. Hawthorne: Hostile…HOSTILE? I am paying you to show up for work, and you are not here. It does not take a rocket scientist to figure out the problem we face. Vortex: YOU face. I see no problem. Hawthorne grunts slightly and leans back in his chair. For a man of extreme patience, Hawthorne has murder in his eyes.Hawthorne: I grow tired of this act. Any more smart remarks from you, and I will terminate your contract. Vortex: I really don’t think you want to do that. You called me for one reason, and that was to secure yourself a draw for The Crucible. Let’s face it, half the people aren’t even announced, the match has no buildup, and the people who are announced are nobodies at this point. Hawthorne: One of those ‘nobodies’ is the current Entertainment Champion. Vortex: Yay? Look, people come to see ME. If you fire me now, you have another open slot on a match that is already tanking like no other. I propose something different. Hawthorne: Go on… These words come out of Hawthorne’s mouth with labor, and Vortex’s smile widens as he well knows that he has Hawthorne right where he wants to.Vortex: I want a flexible schedule. That means, I will show up when I want and where I want. Hawthorne: You know that is simply not possible. It would be… Vortex punches himself in the face.Hawthorne: What…what are you doing? Vortex: No, STOP! Vortex hits himself again, and then throws himself backward. Looking up at a bewildered Hawthorne, a now bloody Vortex begins choking himself.Vortex: *gargle* I’ll do whatever you want! Hawthorne: Get up this instant! Vortex picks himself up off the floor and hits himself in the face once more, before throwing himself forward on Hawthorne’s desk, sending papers flying everywhere. Vortex: Cut my pay! Just…not this! NO! Hawthorne can only look on in shock as Vortex stands up on the desk and proceeds to catapult himself head first through it, creating an explosion of sound and wood debris. Hawthorne: My desk… The door bursts open and ACW security look at the scene. What they find is Hawthorne towering over a broken and bloodied Vortex. It looks like Vortex’s schedule was about to become a LOT more flexible.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:37:31 GMT -5
Segment: A re-encounter (Credit: Freeman/Senator)
The segment opens up to Trace and Greg in a car. Trace is driving
Trace: So today’s the daaay!
Greg: I’m so excited….
Greg clearly is not very excited at all…
Trace: Today’s the day everyone sees the WORLD CHAMPION TRACE BIRMINGHAM’S world title belt! YEAH!
Greg: Well, as long as it finally happens this time. You’ve been saying that for how long now?
Trace: Well, last time it wasn’t READY yet.
Greg: What are you talking about? You asked me to come over your house and see it!
Trace: OOOOH…THAT TIME. Yeah it was ready that time, but I wasn’t REALLLLYYY ready to show it. This time I’m REALLLLY ready, ya know? It’s like a kinda like…when you’re ready you know, ya know?
Greg: No…Anyways Trace, why again did YOU want to drive? How many times do I have to tell you I don’t trust you behind the wheel of a car?
Trace: Well, come on! I’m a good driver, I played Mario Kart and I always got first…except of course…I had to use those red shells a lot. Hey did you know you can throw bananas FORWARD?
Greg: No, and to be honest I never really cared much about Mario K---
Trace: Anyways, if this was rainbow road right now, I’d totally h---UGH!
It is at that moment that Trace tries to stop the car but is too late…somehow he’s crashed into somebody...while moving very slowly in a parking lot. Trace and Greg are fine, but the person outside doesn’t seem to be. Greg glares at Trace who looks like a deer in headlights
Trace: GREG, YOU HIT HIM!
Greg: YOU’RE DRIVING YOU FOOL!
Trace: Oh….er…..um…OH MY GOD, IM GONNA GET ARRESTED! I gotta change my name…Trance Armstrong…that’s right, I’ll change it to that, and I gotta run. RUN FAR AWAY, TO LIKE…MEXICO. AND NEVER COME BACK
Greg: Look, he’s getting up, you don’t have to---actually, yes, maybe you should do that.
Trace: He doesn’t look very happy…Man I feel like I’m fightin’ Thiago Gracie all over again, when he was so mad and stuff…thank god he forgot about m---AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Greg: What?!
Trace: IT’S THIAGO! I HIT THIAGO!
Greg:WHAT?!?!?!??!?!
Trace: Yeah!
It is indeed Thiago Gracie, who gets up holding his arm, his dark eyes boring holes deep into the soul of his "rival." Trace sinks down in his seat nervously.
Trace: Oh man…he’s gonna like….kill me or something worse….like kill me twice or something…
Greg: You’ve really got yourself into something now…
Trace: YOU! YOU GO OUT THERE! HE WON’T REMEMBER YOU HE ONLY WANTED TO KILL ME!
Greg: I’m sure he’ll remember me!
Trace: JUST TRY IT! GET OUT THERE! TELL HIM YOU’RE BLIND OR SOMETHING! THAT’S WHY YOU HIT HIM!
Greg: Why would I be driving if I was blind?
Trace: er…DEAF THEN. YOU DIDN’T HEAR HIM COMING
Greg: Look I’m not gonna---
Trace: AGH! HE’S COMING!
Greg mumbles to himself, and exits the car to where a furious Thiago Gracie stands.
Greg: Er…hi…
Greg thinks to himself…What the hell was that? It isn’t usual Greg is having to get himself out of trouble. That’s usually Trace’s role, and Greg finds that it isn’t as easy as it looks.
Greg: Er….I---
Thiago: BAD MAN, YOUR NAME WILL BE ARMBROKEN! THIAGO GRACIE WILL HAVE HIS REVENGE, THIAGO GRACIE WILL FIND JUSTICE, THIAGO GRACIE WILL MAKE WORLD FEEL YOUR PAIN!
Greg is shocked to realize however, that Thiago doesn’t recognize him as Trace’s manager. If he had he would have probably had his arm snapped already.
Greg: Er…well…I did…yeah, but it was because…um…
Thiago: You look like person I know, person I no like.
Greg: Er…no…you know my…twin. He’s…an actor…from…a sitcom?
Greg wants to facepalm his horrible excuse…especially when he hears Trace’s whispered reaction from the car.
Trace: Good one, Greg!
Greg cringes. If Trace thinks it’s a good one, then it was probably a very, very bad one indeed.
Thiago: I HEARD THAT, PATHETIC RIDER OF CAR!
Greg: Er…that was….the wind? THE WIND THAT SHOULD PROBABLY BE QUIET RIGHT NOW.
Thiago: Not good, not very good! You on way toward arm break!
Greg: Er…yeah…well…I only hit you because I’ve…got….er….a disease, where…I…randomly go…blind…at random times…or something.
Trace pumps his fist at Greg’s great excuses, as Greg cringes
Thiago: If you run now, I no break arm, because you already too weak, too puny, you need arm unbroke if you want make live. But if you stay in Thiago's face, you find meaning of true pain!
Trace: YEAH YOU DID IT GREG! Er….oops…
In getting so excited, Trace has inadvertantly revealed himself to Thiago...and Thiago recognizes him instantly, as Trace can practically see the old hatred returning to Thiago's eyes.
Thiago: TRANCE ARMSTRONG! I BREAK YOU DOWN MAKE YOU WISH YOU BORN IN HOSPITAL! I MAKE YOU WISH YOU BORN IN HOSPITAL, NEVER LEAVE THERE! I MAKE YOU ADDICT TO KILLERS OF PAIN!
Trace: I…I…COME ON GREG LETS GO!
Greg jumps into the car, and they speed off, as Thiago yells after them in the distance.
Thiago: TRAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:39:08 GMT -5
Cause and (Omega) Effect[/u] -TJ *We open the scene inside of Samuel Hawthorne’s office. Inside we see TJ sitting down in front of Hawthrone’s desk, but Hawthorne is not there. The door opens up and Hawthorne stands in the doorway, reading a pamphlet of papers, which distracts him from noticing TJ, who watches as Hawthorne sits down and continues to read the paper. TJ shakes his head and looks down and sighs, but not loud enough for Hawthorne to hear him. TJ looks at Hawthorne.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJRAPE!
*Hawthorne throws his papers in the air and looks around, his eyes wide open. TJ bursts out in laughing. Hawthorne looks at TJ angrily. TJ finishes laughing as Hawthorne gathers his papers.*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Why…….how…..was…..AHHHH!
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Stressed out?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Only when you’re around.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Aw, that’s sweet. I make you stressed out. Is it because I’m your favorite?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Far from it. How did you get it here?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The door.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne I didn’t mean that. The door was locked!
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah…..no?
*TJ brings up a ring of keys. Sammie grabs them out of his hand*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Where did you get that?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Janitor.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne God…..Why are you here?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well I want to talk to you about Omega Effect VI.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne What about it?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, both matches I’m in.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne The Crucible and your title defense?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes. You see, I have a problem with both ways the matches are being looked at.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Well what’s your problem with the match you made?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, XS3 isn’t going to be a part of the match, in part, on your doing.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne How’s that?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Come on, you gave the guy a hard time from the beginning to the end. He’d done a lot in his career, and didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. But that’s neither here nor there. I need that match to be just me and Laron.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne That’s fine.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ But, Sammie, no more of this list things.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Why? Getting to hard for you?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, but because you saw a few weeks ago, you get matches like that match where it’s competitive, but some bullshit tries to take away from the match itself.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne That’s true.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So, no more list. No more bullshit. I tell you who I chose as my opponent, you either give it a yes or a no, but you do not add someone to the match.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne I’ll only agree to that if you do not use your rematch clause if you lose.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Fine, as long as the person beats me, fair and square. My next problem is who else is in the Crucible?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Well, it’s funny you ask, because I was going to name the next 2 people in the event. The first is the young, but impressive Ryan Cole.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ He’s impressive so far, I mean Panther isn’t a slouch, but he isn’t as good as me. Who’s the other?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Well you are facing him?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Really?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Why, you think with Scorpion in the match, you won’t win?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, but that means I’ll have to deal with all this, “TJ you’re facing a monster. You’re facing the beast of ACW.”
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne TJ, of all people, can’t stand that?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, I can’t. There are three things in this world I can’t stand: Loudmouths, Frauds, and Texans.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Why Texans?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Just weird people. But Scorpion is a fraud. I would expect you of all people would know a fraud when you see one.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Well, I’m unbiased. Now, is that it?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea…..wait. Me, VorteX, Teddy, Scorpion, Cole…..that’s 5. Isn’t there supposed to be 6?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Yes, but the 6th has asked to say a secret until Omega Effect.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ DAMN IT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO IT IS?!?!
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne No.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Okay. Bye Sammie. I will see you later.
*TJ waves good bye and leaves as Sammie shakes his head as he goes through his papers to find his place as the scene fades.*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:40:50 GMT -5
Laron Xavier VS Alex Trixer Credit: Danny Mainer The quicker, younger Xavier quickly scored big over the crafty older veteran. Matter of fact, he completely dominated this contest. Snap Suplex started things off the right way slamming Trixer down into the mat and then as Trixer tried to fend off the young gun he received a Shotei right to the face damn near breaking his jaw as a result. Trixer collapsed in a heap on the floor as Xavier went for the pin, only to get a 2-count. Trixer kneed Laron in the gut and attempted to beat down Laron in the turnbuckle but after a Reverse Roundhouse followed by a Tiger Feint Kick it was almost obvious what was about to go down. A massive bump to the head lead into the Ode to Compton and the free count for the Westsider.Winner: Laron Xavier
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:47:31 GMT -5
Taking An (Omega) Effect On My Match![/b] -TJ and Laron *We open the scene backstage after Laron Xavier’s victory over Alex Trixer. In fact, we cut to TJ clapping as he watches a TV in the hallway. As they cut to Eddie and Max talking about the match, TJ walks towards the stage. TJ grabs his belt, puts it around his waist, over his white shirt. As he makes his way to the stage, he sees Laron, probably the reason why he was heading there.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ HEY! ROOKIE!
Laron: Da fuck? Who da hell are ya callin’ rookie, nigga?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Whoa, no need to get all defensive, just calling you what you are.
Laron: Then call me da future Aye Cee Dubya Ente’tainment Champion.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Right, no. I won’t, I like calling you rookie. See I need to let you know something.
Laron: Fuck. Dat. Shit. Da on’y thing ya need to know is dat I’m gon’ be walkin’ out wit’ da title ‘round m’ waist.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sure, but you might want to listen up, kid. What I have to tell you is that our match, is no longer a triple threat match. That rumor about XS3 is true, he’s done.
Laron: Nigga walks away befo’ he can get his ass handed t’ by me. Dat’s bullshit! Let me guess, dat Nigga Hawthorne had somethin’ t’ do wit’ dis?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I don’t know, honestly, I don’t care why he is doing what he is doing. The only thing I care about is this match.
Laron: What ‘bout it?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well the fact that it’s now a one-on-one match, we need something to build this match around?
Laron: Somethin’ to build ‘round?
*There’s a pause for a minute before Laron looks up at TJ.*
Laron: How ‘bout dis?
*Laron goes to smack TJ, but TJ grabs his arm and shakes his head.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Rookies….no, what I meant it like it was going to be “The past, present, and future of ACW”, but now it’s... Laron: Shut da fuck up, if we ain’t gon’ do dis da old fashioned way, ya need some white boy here ye, here ye bull shit. What ‘bout dis idea: It’s da fake ass nigga from Philly versus da real hardcore nigga from Compton.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I don’t know which I should be more insulted by: you calling me fake or you considering yourself real. Look, we can make this a big East Coast vs West Coast match.
Laron: So ya fiddy and I’m ‘pac?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Why 50? Why not Biggie?
Laron: ‘cause dat would insult Biggie ya dumb fuck.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hmmm, I like your idea on how to build it.
Laron: O’ really. Well mutha-fucka, ya...
*TJ punches Laron in the mouth. Laron holds his jaw and looks at TJ, eyes wide.*
Laron: A dead man.
*The two begin to brawl for awhile before security runs in to break the two apart.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Rookie, I am going to kick your ass and shut your big mouth up.
Laron: And I’m gon’ kick your fat ass. Fake ass nigga.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You’ll be just another name on the list of smug rookies that get their asses beat by me!
Laron: Keep tellin’ ya self dat bitch.
*The two continue to shout at each other over the security as the scene fades to black.*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:50:41 GMT -5
Let’s Play Hide and Seek Pt. 2 Chris Phenomenal and Danny Mainer
Returning immediately following Laron Xavier’s demolition of Alex Trixer and his subsequent confrontation with TJ, we cut to Chris Phenomenal, once again in the same room as before, the light over head and the moans of Caitlynn Dufraisne coming from the corner eliciting a smile from the face of the former ACW World Heavyweight Champion.
Chris Phenomenal: Hello again ladies and gentleman, Chris Phenomenal here with an update on Danny Mainer’s futile attempt to rescue the “love of his life” Caitlynn Dufraisne from the grips of yours truly. So far one hour has passed and still he has yet to find me which brings forth the question, what is he doing? I’ve made no attempts to conceal my location, he could ask anyone who has seen me this evening and they would be able to direct him in the general vicinity of me. I’ve made no attempts to hide from Danny Mainer and yet I am sure he is making no effort to find Caitlynn. If I had one guess to make, I’d say at this very moment, Danny Mainer is balls deep into a piece of Asian snatch. He’s banking that I won’t go through with hurting Caitlynn and that I’ll let her walk and he can come up and say he was trying to save her.
I pray that isn’t the case Danny because if there’s one thing I’ve fought my entire life to prevent it’s innocent blood being spilt. I risked my life time and time again to prevent people from getting into trouble. I first stepped into this business to show kids with no future, destined to be dealers or pimps their entire lives that there was another way. I was willing to do anything it took, even giving up my Crucible contract which came in handy for you to make sure that not a hair on the head of Paige was harmed. I did it not because Paige was mine, but that she was an innocent who had done nothing to harm you Danny.
All of those things however taught me what spilling innocent blood can do. What it feels like when you realize that you had the power to stop it but weren’t able to. When there screams fill your dreams, when their memories weighs down on your conscience, the lifeless feeling you have as you are stuck wondering why you couldn’t have taken their place. Danny Mainer, for everything you’ve done to me and to Paige, I pray to God that you don’t come and save Caitlynn so I can do the same to you. So you realize that the bleeting of the lambs never stops.
Chris pauses for a moment before he turns towards Caitlynn. He flicks the camera again in her direction before grabbing the stool and heading towards her. He plops the stool down and plucks the gag away from her mouth.
Caitlynn Dufraisne: I’ll kill…
Chris Phenomenal: Temper, temper, Ms. Dufraisne. I don’t think you realize the gravity of the situation you are in. You see, I hold all the cards, your life…and your daughters in the palm of my hand. One false step and I can make sure you never get to hold her again. I can bring your world down in a matter of seconds if I choose so I suggest you listen.
Caitlynn stares at Chris, her eyes glowing with fire but she restrains herself from saying anything. Her hands and legs still bonded to the board in which she is strapped. Pleased, Chris sits back on the stool before facing the camera.
Chris Phenomenal: An hour is a long time to wait idle, wouldn’t you say Caitlynn?
Caitlynn simply nods her head in the affirmative.
Chris Phenomenal: So while we do, why don’t we get to know each other a little better, see if we can’t reach an understanding.
Tell me Caitlynn, how many times have you cheated on Danny Mainer?
Caitlynn nods her head sideways.
Chris Phenomenal: A simple nod isn’t going to work here Caitlynn.
Caitlynn pauses for a moment before responding.
Caitlynn Dufraisne: No, I’ve never cheated on Danny.
Chris Phenomenal: Need I remind you the power I hold at the moment Caitlynn. If you’re lying to me, I will make your world rock like Young Money only wishes he could. So, again, I ask, how many times have you cheated on Danny Mainer.
Caitlynn Dufraisne: No!
With even more power than the last time, Caitlynn’s response remains unchanged. Chris smiles to himself slightly, letting forth a small exhalation of air in mixed glee and schadenfreude.
Chris Phenomenal: You see Danny Mainer, that is love. No matter what happens, she’s remained pure solely for you, made sure that you are the only man she will ever love. I know exactly how she feels and what it would do to me if I ever found out Paige cheated on me. You’re confessions destroyed her completely Danny, she had always been yours and you never felt the same. The only reason she has agreed to marry you is for Alexis, so she can grow up in a stable home, with a loving mother and father to dote on her.
I never had a mother or father Danny, never had someone to guide me and it’ll be a shame to see the same happen to Alexis. Danny, you know what I am and I am sure you don’t want your little girl to grow up to be exactly like me. On top of that though, you don’t want her to grow up with the knowledge that her father decided the life of her mother wasn’t worth more than an easy lay, wasn’t worth the sweat off his brow. You need to save Caitlynn Danny, and the clock is ticking.
Chris turns and grabs the gag from the small table beside it and holds it up to his lips before sensually licking the portion which had been in the mouth of Caitlynn. Seductively going up the top before coming off the end and looking down at it.
Chris Phenomenal: If you were mine Caitlynn, I’d make you my world, just as you deserve. I have to know about Danny, does he tell you about the riff-raff he hangs out with. The whores, the drug dealers, the small level mob members? Does he let the dregs of society around his own daughter?
Caitlynn Dufraisne: No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t tell me, he doesn’t allow them near us. He insulates us from everything.
Chris Phenomenal: That’s what he wants you to believe Caitlynn but secretly, he doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t trust you enough to confide even who he is friends with with you. He thinks that if he brought you around the scum of society you’d realize exactly what he is. That you’d come to know exactly what a low life piece of shit Danny Mainer is. He’s not protecting you Caitlynn, he’s just saving his own ass. He knows how much he’d have to pay in Child Support for Alexis, that’s why he’s going to marry you. He probably didn’t even tell you about the fat raise he got and all the added perks that came with it. He’s a cheat Caitlynn, nothing more.
Caitlynn looks at Chris, wondering how much he is saying is true.
Chris Phenomenal: I refuse to lie to you Caitlynn, everything I say is the truth. I’m not going to protect you because you need to hear the truth Caitlynn. You need to, but Danny doesn’t.
With that, Chris flicks the camera off, plunging everything into darkness as we cut away.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:52:46 GMT -5
Ain‘t Nothin‘ But a Cheesesteak Laron Xavier[/center] Nigga wants t’ play, we can play a’right. He ain’t messin’ wit’ no east coast Nigga’s now, not tryin’ t’ fuck wit’ dat Phenomenal Nigga. Naw, he’s messin’ wit’ da illest, da greatest, Laron fuckin’ Xavier. As I walked through the halls I was still steamed at TJ and the fact that he’d decided to get involved in my business, again. First it was supposed to be XS3 and I in a battle bit on a mutual respect, something that would benefit the both of us in the long run no matter the result. Then TJ decided to stick the title in their against my will but XS3 was in for it, thinking that it’d be his Omega Effect moment, only to quit days later. I wanted to be the champ at some point, but not in this fashion. I didn’t want to have to take on TJ, he had done nothing to me up until that point but he made it personal when he decided to get involved in my business. The same as Puffy, Lil Cease and all of Biggies crew when they decided to mess with ‘Pac and Death Row. Laron, can I get a word on what went down out there moments ago? Turning around, there was Kevin Anderson, thrusting his microphone in my face like he wanted me to suck it or something. Get dat shit out o’ my face Nigga. I don’ swing dat way. He kept looking at me though and I knew, like a lap dog he’d follow me until he got what he wanted. You want a comment Nigga, here’s what I got t’ say t’ you. TJ had dis comin’ a long time, he decided it wasn’t enough just t’ be da Entertainment Champion, but he also needed t’ make his mark. He needed da victory over XS3 to punctuate his reign as da champion but he bit off more den he can chew. He doesn’t know what da fuck he’s got himself in t’ by messin’ wit Laron Xavier. I started to walk away from Kevin but he followed, still holding the alien probe at me, trying to determine why my skin was black. Look Nigga, I ain’t got time for ya bullshit so I suggest ya get t’ steppin’. I punctuated it by flicking my hand slightly, trying to intimidate him but it didn’t work. You said TJ bit off more than he can chew, does that mean you expect to win the Entertainment Championship at Omega Effect? Fuckin’ Nigga just doesn’t get it. I spat off to the other side and licked my lips slightly, moistening them with a slight sigh before carrying on. I don’t think Nigga, I know. TJ ain’t messin’ wit’ CP no mo’. Dis isn’t da east coast where faggots rule da mother fuckin’ roost. Dis is da big leagues, da real deal and TJ ain’t ready for dat. He been feastin’ on chumps ever since he got here, Buddy Ghee, a fake ass nigga lookin’ like he just got done pickin’ cotton. Den Criminal who ain’t nothin’ but a cracker jack and Theodore Wellington who knows nothin’ ‘bout earnin’ da paper, who’s had da silver spoon forced down his throat like a big black cock since birth.
TJ’s fightin’ someone who’s hungry for once in his life, he knows what it takes t’ be da best in da world. Who will walk out o’ Omega Effect da champ and den, once Chris Phenomenal beats dat Nigga Mainer and fucks dat oh so sweet, Dufraisne chick, I’ll take his fuckin’ title to. Ya dig? Kevin looked at me as we reached the parking lot of the Pepsi Center. I guess, you said… Before he could finish his question though, I had reached my car, parked strategically in the spot reserved for Chris Phenomenal. He could park elsewhere, it was all about sending a message. I saw the key marks but I didn’t care, it was a rental and I knew it was slowly beginning. First TJ, den ya ya fuckin’ piece o’ shit.With that, I slammed the keys into the ignition and pulled out, roaring away leaving Kevin Anderson in my dust.
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