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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 22:54:14 GMT -5
Segment: A Plan Revealed (Credit: Freeman)
The segment fades in to Hawthorne's office, and in a scene that has been very familiar to frequent watchers of ACW, Jason Freeman enters. These two men currently have a lot to talk about. It was Hawthorne who first granted Freeman a deal that would get him a title shot if he could take out BK London. Freeman had fulfilled his part of the bargain, and finally he is going to get what he has wanted for a very long time. It can be assumed that THIS is what he has came here to discuss. Hawthorne however, does not seem too excited to see him. It's not exactly an unusual reaction to have, given that all of their previous interactions had been frequently unpleasant. Will this one be the same? Hawthorne does however have to give the devil his due. It was an impressive beatdown, and he was very satisfied while watching it.
Hawthorne: I have to admit Freeman, that while I didn’t exactly want to make the mistake of doing business with you again…you did a good job last week.
Freeman: Of course I did.
And Freeman takes a seat, a familiar scene now. Freeman sitting casually across the desk from the chairman. Hawthorne is reminded – unpleasantly – of the many discussions that occurred in this very position. Most of these discussions involved bargaining that Hawthorne wanted no part of, and while he knows that this one was certainly worth it, he can’t help feeling wary in this situation. Hawthorne of course knew that one’s brain could be trained to have certain responses to certain situations, but it was certainly bizarre to see it in action, and he had to remind himself that this deal was a relatively safe one. One title shot, one beatdown on BK London.
Freeman: Now, the payment.
Hawthorne: Of course. You earned it. One world championship match at a time of your choosing. Of course, as I said, you MUST give over one week’s notice. There isn't going to be any title stealing from you. You are going to have to wrestle for it just like everybody else.
Freeman: Of course, Hawthorne. I agreed to the terms, and you should know that I do not agree to a deal unless I weigh all of the options first. I am well aware of the limitations of our deal, but I’d like to get this off your hands quickly.
Hawthorne: What do you mean?
Freeman: Well, I know that you didn’t enjoy that old contract we had sitting with you for long, so why wait for this one? Now, I think I’ll set the date of the world title shot right now.
Hawthorne: Ah, well…okay. Go right ahead, you’ve earned the right after a very satisfactory job in getting rid of BK London.
Freeman: Yes, and after a long decision, I’ve decided I will challenge for the ACW championship on June 20th.
Hawthorne: June 20th…but that’s….
Freeman: Yes. Omega Effect.
The fans erupt with boos as they hear this announcement. How could nobody have seen this coming? Hawthorne seems to be cursing himself as well by the look on his face. When he gave this title shot to Freeman, never once did it cross his mind how he might use it. And suddenly he realizes that his earlier instincts were correct. It seems that he could never trust Freeman. Freeman smirks as soon as the words are out, but the smirk is short, and is replaced by an expressionless face once more. Freeman is having trouble it seems, containing himself, as suddenly the fans realize how well everything has come together for him. It seems that he has bypassed the Fallen Heroes match altogether. While he did not get a title shot there, he managed to get it another way: through manipulation. Exactly what he does best.
Hawthorne: I’m sure you know that we already have booked---
Freeman: Chris Phenomenal vs Danny Mainer yes. However, now there will be a new main event. You promised me a title shot whenever I wanted one, provided I give a week’s notice. I am giving a week’s notice, am I not? I am telling you right now that at Omega Effect it is going to be Danny Mainer vs Chris Phenomenal vs…Jason Freeman.
The fans continue their thunderous booing. The fans don’t like Chris Phenomenal, that’s for sure. But at least it can be said that he earned his championship opportunity after an amazing performance at Fallen Heroes. Would the fans have rather a guy like XS3 won? Yes, but they aren’t going to deny the accomplishment that Phenomenal achieved. Freeman however, did not in their opinion earn his shot at all. He had beaten down BK London, and somehow had managed to as a result get himself into the biggest match of the year, the main event of Omega Effect.
Hawthorne: Well…I---
Freeman: Are you backing out of our deal, Hawthorne?
Hawthorne: …No.
Freeman: Good.
Hawthorne: Well Freeman. Congratulations. You’ve finally done it.
Freeman: Hm?
Hawthorne: Don’t play dumb. Since you returned to this company you’ve attempted to play me. You’ve attempted to manipulate me. You’ve done anything to try to get a world title shot out of me. You’ve played on all of my character traits, going through many schemes, and finally it seems you have succeeded. As much as I regret it, I have made a deal that you have taken advantage of, and you know what? Congratulations. Because you’ve shown true strength and dedication, and at least this time I got something out of it as well. You’re a scheming snake, Freeman, but qualities such as that got me where I am today. So you know what? You’ve proved to me that you deserve this title shot.
This is a twist, and not one the fans were expecting. They don’t exactly like Hawthorne, but he has always held strong against Freeman, always working against him. Now Freeman finally outsmarts him, finally wins, and Hawthorne…is congratulating him? Why isn’t Hawthorne fighting this? This is ridiculous! How has Hawthorne finally accepted this? Hawthorne in the fans’ eyes has just decreased many respect points. Freeman even seems surprised by this twist. He apparently hadn’t foreseen this…
Hawthorne: So why don’t you join me in the ring later, for the contract signing? You’ve earned your way into the Omega Effect main event, and so good luck to you. The ball’s in your hands now.
Freeman: Don’t worry. The title WILL be mine. In any case, I am once again glad to do business with you. I shall be seeing you later in the ring.
And Freeman stands up, and turns, walking out the door, for once with a non-tense atmosphere in the room. Finally a plan has come together for Jason Freeman, but the fans are still digesting what they have just heard. It seems we will be for the THIRD time, seeing a triple threat main event at Omega Effect. Can the conniving Jason Freeman manage to find a way to walk out with the title? If the past weeks have been any indication, then yes he can…and that does not bode well for the other two men, nor for ACW in general.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:01:47 GMT -5
Payment[/u] We cut to ACW chairman Samuel Hawthorne sitting quite happily in his office before being interrupted by a knock on his door. The knock is slow and precise Hawthorne listens curiously before calling his visitor in. The chairman cocks an eyebrow as in walks Ryan Cole a smirk on his face and closely followed by Dominic Campbell.
Cole: Mr. Hawthorne? I’m not interrupting you am I?
Hawthorne: That was new.
Now it’s Cole who cocks his eyebrow in curiosity.
Hawthorne: The knock.
Cole: You noticed my knock was new?
Hawthorne: Well more so just the idea of anyone in this company actually bothering to knock for once.
Cole laughs at the notion and coolly walks up to the Chairman's desk not bothering to sit down
Cole: Some just lack the proper manners, sir. Now if I could have a moment of your time?
Hawthorne: Just to speed things up a bit Ryan, what do you want?
Cole: I’d just like to point out to you that you appear to have forgotten someone.
Hawthorne: Oh? I have, have I? Now whom have I forgotten?
Cole: Well you surely can remember what happened last week?
Hawthorne: You mean with BK?
Cole: I thought you’d have an interest in that. Now when I beat down BK Lo-
Hawthorne: If I remember right you had some help.
Cole: I wouldn't think that you’d want to be credited with your role in that.
Hawthorne glares sternly at Cole and begins speaking slower and more quietly than before.
Hawthorne: I meant Freeman and Theodore.
Cole: Of course sir. My association with those two is something I'm sure you find most interesting.
Hawthorne: Well it can hopefully get Freeman and Theodore out of my hair for a while.
Cole: Exactly what I thought, sir.
Hawthorne:Freeman is happy because after he ... helped, he gets a lot towards his appeal for a title shot. And as for Theodore he now has extra muscle to back up his money and his mouth, so maybe next time he wants something he’ll go to you rather than bothering me again.
Cole: Well you can hope. But yet again you’ve forgotten someone sir.
Hawthorne: Who else? Campbell? Campbell is just like your personal attack dog, he could probably be bought the same way as a dog, if I ever need to I could just buy his favour with a month’s worth of steak dinners
Campbell seems to consider the offer but a sharp glance from Ryan Cole immediately snaps him back to the moment
Cole: I think you’ll find that my enforcer’s loyalty is not so easily bought.
Hawthorne: What about yours?
Cole: Pardon?
Hawthorne: What was the cost for your loyalty? Money? Did Theodore manage to buy you?
Cole: I don’t care about money Hawthorne, I’m not Theodore. He works with money, for money.
Hawthorne: And you?
Cole: He uses money for money, I use My talent, for Me.
Hawthorne: So answer my question what exactly do you get out of your little group?
Cole: I get the experience and skill of The Senator and Freeman and the wealth and influence of Theodore. And I get a chance to get noticed like I deserve.
Hawthorne: That’s debatable
Cole shoots a glare at Hawthorne but quickly looks away and tries to calm himself down.
Hawthorne: But what exactly are you getting out of this Ryan? Surely you get something more... practical out of this partnership don’t you?
Cole: From them? No, I’m getting nothing but support and opportunities.
The chairman sighs; he knows what’s coming next.
Hawthorne: You said, “From them”, so that means you want something from someone else right? and let me guess, that person is –
Cole: You.
Hawthorne: So what do you want from me then?
Cole: A ticket.
Hawthorne: I appreciate metaphors and symbolism as much as the next guy but... what?
Cole: I want a ticket to Omega Effect.
Hawthorne: You want a match?
Cole: Not just any match.
Hawthorne: Ryan you’re not getting a title match, you’re not going to be inserted into the world under any circumstances I don’t care what you do. And TJ’s a little bit busy with the Crucible.
Cole: Now we’re getting somewhere.
Hawthorne pauses and considers what Cole has just said for a moment.
Hawthorne: You want in the Crucible?
Cole: Exactly.
Hawthorne: And why should I do that?
Cole: Well think about it. Freeman “helped” you with BK for no reason other than simply wanting to get himself a title shot, he did it for him. So did I.
Hawthorne: You want to be rewarded for what you did?
Cole: You’re the one who wanted BK dealt with, would you punish me for simply helping you?
Hawthorne: No but I’m not sure that you should be rewarded for it.
Ryan slams his fist on the table rage in his eyes.
Cole: I helped you. I did what you wanted done. Why would you deny me what I have earned?
Hawthorne: Have you earned it? Cole: I earned much more than just this. I have earned this opportunity and yet you want to deny me? Why would I not be rewarded for what I did last week! Did you not see it!
Samuel Hawthorne lets out a chuckle angering Cole even further and Ryan lets out a low pitched growl.
Hawthorne: You can’t intimidate me Cole.
Cole lets out a grunt but quickly attempts to regain his composure.
Hawthorne: You can however; impress me
Cole’s face immediately switches from anger to an arrogant smirk.
Hawthorne: But listen to me Cole. This is a onetime deal. You get one shot. You blow this you get no more help from me.
Cole: It’s all I need.
Cole lets out a slight chuckle and a wide smile slowly creeps across his face he gestures’ to Campbell who opens the door and stands by the door waiting.
Cole: Pleasure to do business with you, Sir.
He outstretches his hand offering it to Hawthorne and the Chairman shakes his hand sealing the deal
Hawthorne: A pleasure, now get out of my office.
Cole slightly taken aback offers a slight bow of his head before calmly leaving the room. Campbell goes to follow him but Hawthorne stops him
Hawthorne: My offer about the steaks still stands Dominic.
Campbell’s eyes glisten for a moment but a cold shout from Ryan snaps him back yet again to the moment and he quickly leaves but gives Hawthorne a sly smile as he leaves.
Hawthorne: Well that’s another one for the Crucible.
The chairman leans back in his chair pleased with himself as we fade
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:05:44 GMT -5
Save for Senator/Red/whoever.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:06:36 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is set for one fall! Making his way down the aisle, from London, England, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-two pounds... RYAN... COLE!
Rebirthing by Skillet starts up to a roar of boos from a vicious crowd, as Ryan Cole bursts from the curtain and makes his way down the ramp. He heads up the steps and ducks below the top rope into the ring. He climbs up the turnbuckle to raise his arms, but the boos never stop.
Announcer: And his opponent, from Harlem, New York, weighing in at 200 pounds, Buddy Ghee!
Shining Star hits to a measurable pop as Buddy jumps out from behind the curtain, doing his usual fist-roll, and charging down the ramp, and sliding under the top rope. He climbs the turnbuckle and points to himself, saying things like "I'm the best damn wrestler who ever lived!"
The bell rings as the two circle each other. The two exchange lock-ups, but neither one gains the advantage. Finally, Ryan goes for a lock-up and kicks Buddy in the knee, bringing him down. He gets him into a side headlock, and throws a couple of punches to his face to bring him down into a rear chinlock. Buddy then pulls on Ryan's legs, picks him up, and falls back, slamming him on his back.
Buddy quickly hops up the top rope, readying himself for the Shining Star. Ryan begins to stand, and notices Buddy hopping off in a Shooting Star position, and jumps out of the way. Buddy landing flat on his back. Ryan then picks him up, twists him, and hits him with an inverted DDT. Then, he turns him over and attempts for a single-leg crab, but Buddy is able to counter it, bringing Ryan to his level, and thumbing him in the eye. He then jumps to his feet, Ryan reeling, as he hits him with a side kick to the head.
Buddy slowly drops down on Ryan's back, puts his arms on his knees, and grabs Ryan's chin. Ryan struggles to reverse, but Buddy rams his forehead into the mat, and picks him back up. Soon, he grows bored of this, and slams him to the mat again. He then picks Ryan up, jams his head between his torso and elbow, and spins around for a corkscrew neckbreaker. He goes for the cover.
1!
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3- Kickout! Buddy instantly jumps to his feet, arguing with the official. But he's completely distracted as Ryan rolls over, pulling his tights, and getting him into a rollup.
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3! Ryan instantly lets go and jumps over the top rope. He smiles at a shocked Buddy Ghee, as he walks back to the dressing room. Buddy calls for a microphone...
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:08:19 GMT -5
Title: All alone now... By: Buddy Ghee
After Buddy's loss against Ryan Cole, he stands in the ring, holding a microphone. He pauses to find the words he wants to use, and goes on ahead with his promo.
Buddy Ghee: I know I've thrown around Teddy and Sam's names as the reason I'm not getting my respect... And I fucked up right here. I got the chance, and I blew it. But that doesn't change the fact that they hav-
My Time permeates the arena, as boos emanate from the crowd. Theodore Wellington walks in with a smile on his face, holding a microphone, as he waits for the crowd to die down.
Theodore Wellington: Buddy, Buddy, Buddy... You've never been so right and yet so wrong in all my time of knowing you. You see, yes, it's true you blew your chance to prove yourself. But it's not my fault that you aren't getting your chance which you never shut up about. And it's not Samuel Hawthorne's fault, either. It's your fault. You don't have what it takes. You aren't strong enough, fast enough, or... Charismatic enough to cut it in ACW.
Buddy Ghee: You're right, I should get in bed with my uncle, get a few million dollars, and start paying my way. See, Teddy, you have no room to talk about me like that. When's the last time you actually won? At least when I've lost, it's been with pride and dignity... And shitty booking, BUT! Tell me... When's the last time you actually won? You've proven you were the better wrestler, you've out-fought your opponent? Never. Just pass on a couple hundred dollars, and, LOOK MA! I CAN WRESTLE, TOO! The only thing you can wrestle is that pen across the check.
Theodore Wellington: Buddy, just because I'm more resourceful than you doesn't mean you should hate me. But this isn't even what I came to talk about. You and Hawthorne have a nice little operation going on down there in his office. The alliance to end Theodore Wellington's career, but you've severed your last tie. There's nobody to help you now. You're all alone in here, so... You know what? Let's let Sam tell you.
The lights go out and the tron flickers to life as Samuel Hawthorne sits in his office, at his long wooden desk.
Samuel Hawthorne: Buddy, what you did to me is unacceptable in this business. I should fire you on the spot, but that wouldn't be sporting of me, now would it? So: Next week you're getting your hardcore match... A falls-count anywhere, hardcore gauntlet match. You versus Alex Trixer, Irie the Intimidator, and "Soviet Leviathan" Aleksei Dronov. You beat all three of them... Or you're fired.
The tron deadens, Samuel's visage leaving the room as the lights return to the arena. Theodore turns around to the ring, where Buddy should be.
Theodore Wellington: So, as you can see, Buddy... (Theodore turns around, but the ring is empty.) Wait... Where did he go?
Out of nowhere, like a truck, Buddy charges from behind, ramming Theodore in the back of the head with his signature chain. He reproduces his microphone and holds it to his lips:
Buddy Ghee: Alright. I'll kick all their asses! It don't make no difference to me! Send three, send one, send a hundred, I'll just have to rip apart that many more of your lackeys! I'm the baddest mutha in the business, your soul man: Buddy Ghee! And at Omega Effect... I'm gonna prove to you Teddy, and you Sam, and ALL of you watching here, that I'm the best damn wrestler who ever lived!
FADE!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:10:24 GMT -5
Segment: An Unlikely Alliance (Freeman/Senator)
Last week, the world was shocked by the beatdown that BK London received at the hands of Jason Freeman, Ryan Cole, Dominic Campbell, and Theodore Wellington. Perhaps the most shocking part of all, however, was the role played by Steve Phillips. While the Senator had not gotten involved in the assault, his stance had been clear. He was apparently in leagues to some degree with Jason Freeman. While alliances can be made and broken quite often in ACW, this was one that was quite unexpected. The idea of the two working together would be considered absurd, and yet here we are.
The camera fades in on the very two men themselves, The Senator, and Jason Freeman. Earlier tonight it had been revealed that as a result of the beatdown on BK London, Jason Freeman would be receiving a world championship match at Omega Effect in a triple threat. This addition was not one that the fans were enjoying, but it is certainly one that has put Jason Freeman in a rare good mood. At the moment however, that mood has gone away. Freeman seems visibly annoyed with Phillips, though the camera only catches them in the middle of an argument that had already been going on.
The Senator: You know, that was not part of the plan last week. My advice was specific, and did not include your unhinged attack on Mr. Phenomenal.
Freeman looks up into Senator’s eyes, his face showing obvious displeasure. He had to have been expecting this reaction, as he knew that Senator was annoyed. In fact, he seemed to be waiting for it. Still, he does not seem pleased. Senator’s face is firm, and the audience remembers how many times these two have faced each other before in the past. In the ring and out of it. They have a huge history together, starting when Jason Freeman four years ago joined Phillips's Senatorial Stable. Since then…much has changed, and even now with the two on the same side tension still seems to remain.
Freeman: Hm. I wasn’t aware that you staying outside of the ring and doing nothing was part of the plan either.
Senator: Ah, because four men were not enough to defeat one? One that of course had already gone through a match. You were fine on your own, and in fact, you needed to do that on your own!
Freeman: True. I suppose we didn’t NEED your help, but I suppose it’s just the principle of it, isn’t it Phillips? If you aren’t going to get involved, I don’t see how your opinions should factor into our “plans.” What’s more important, Phillips, and most pressing, is that you continue to show an attachment to Chris Phenomenal. In case you haven’t noticed, Phillips, you aren’t WITH Chris Phenomenal anymore. It makes me wonder. When I sign that contract later tonight I shall be in the Omega Effect main event with Phenomenal and Mainer. I wonder then whose side YOU will be on?
Senator: I am afraid that in such a case, I would not be able to get involved.
Freeman: Ah…you can’t get involved, you say?
This seemed to have been the wrong thing to say in Freeman’s mind. Freeman approaches the Senator until he is right in his face, glaring into his eyes. What is going on here with these two? Nothing has been explained yet at all. There has been nothing revealed about what led them to be in alliance with each other, or why they are doing so. And what of Jason Freeman attacking the Senator with a pipe? And throwing him out of Fallen Heroes? For how long have the two been talking? The fans were ready to reaccept the Senator into their hearts after a long absence after he apparently hit the ring to save BK London, but when it was revealed that he was in leagues with Freeman the fans renewed their hatred for him with a restored passion. But beyond that hatred is confusion…why? The whole situation makes no sense at all.
Freeman: Well, that’s interesting. You can’t get involved? For somebody who’s supposed to be in allegiance with me, you have been spending a lot of time “not getting involved.” You know that in the future, after I defeat Phenomenal and Mainer for that world championship, I am going to have Phenomenal down my back, and I am going to have to deal with him, and---
Senator: As I have said many times before, I shall not---
Freeman: and if you choose to not get involved then what use ARE you, PHILLIPS?
Senator: As I remember, it was YOU who came to ME.
Freeman: I came to you because I knew that the two of us were very similar in many ways. I mean, you ARE a politician after all. You’d do anything to get to the top. You’re manipulative, and cunning. You share many qualities with myself, and I thought that together we could rise to the top and be unstoppable. But it seems that I’ve made the wrong choice after all, because I was under the impression that I would be having your full association, and not just when YOU see fit.
Senator: Enough. If you would like me to leave, I will do so right now. I have no pressing commitments to ACW at this time, and I would not like to be roped into a tension filled alliance. I get enough of that in my day job. If you would wish to have my continued aid and support, then I will gladly offer it, albeit on my terms.
Freeman: I don’t operate on anyone's terms but my own.
And there’s another tense silence.
Senator: In any case, I would feel more comfortable at the moment helping with guidance on the side lines. If you would like to consult me with planning and scheming then by all means go ahead. I think we both know that while individually we both have sharp minds, together any plan that we come up with shall be - as you said - unstoppable. But I do not intend to take an active role. This is your group, and if I take an active role, the spotlight will shift. You do not want that. I would much rather sit back, relax, and do what I do best at this point in time. Likewise, this is your time to shine, take it, earn it, own it. You do not need my physical presence to succeed. You did a good job recruiting your people, you can lead them just as well.
Freeman: Well, it was no surprise to me. I was sure they would each cave eventually. They are like me, and as such I know how they think, and how to manipulate their decisions.
Senator: If I were you, I would be wary.
Freeman: Wary?
Senator: If they are truly like you as you say, then they are dangerous. Just as you would be.
Freeman: Are you suggesting that I am not capable of judging for myself? Are you suggesting that I have something to worry about from any of these men? No, Phillips. I am in control, as I always am. For any bright ideas that may cross their heads I will always be one step ahead. Still, they wouldn’t dare cross me.
Senator: To you they are nothing but tools. Means to an end. You are using them. And men do not being used for long, especially men such as them. I know from experience that even those who I trusted, who I aided, those who I cared for will turn on you in the end. You can not use people with impunity.
Freeman: Of course I'm using them! And they are using me all the same. I could ask for no better way. It is an alliance. There is no camaraderie - no personal attachments. Just the way I like it. We have common interests, and in pursuit of those interests we work together. There may be tension, but it will hold together as long as those common interests remain in place.
Senator: As I said, I have learned myself from experience that such alliances break more easily than you would think. However, I know from experience that you are not going to listen, no matter how much I try to make you see. You are sure of yourself, and nothing I say is going to change your mind. I do warn you to be wary however. I was surprised to see you attempt to attack BK London the week before last. Of course Hawthorne broke it up before it could proceed much further...but had you originally given up on your plan so early?
Freeman: Once again you underestimate me. Yes, I entered the ring to confront BK London. I made my intentions to him clear, but I knew Hawthorne would never allow things to escalate. There was no guarantee that I would be able to get the upperhand, especially because BK London was in top condition. Hawthorne would make sure that it happened at a time when I had a perfect window of opportunity. Why then, you ask, would I even bother? Because I was sending a message…not to BK London, but to Ryan Cole. To Theodore Wellington. I was letting them know where MY sights were, and if you noticed, one week later they were with me. Just where they were supposed to be. And while I’m sure they believe they are being delightfully unpredictable, they reacted just as I expected them to. You’ll find Phillips, that my powers for foresight are quite strong. My plans always end up fulfilled one way or the other. And that is why I have no worries about what “threats” these men may have upon me. In any case, my first goal is the world championship, and I shall attain that. My long journey finally being completed, and with a group at my side, I shall not be taken down.
Senator: Well, I wish you luck.
Freeman: And you...You had better figure out where your loyalties lie. Because I shall not stand for this again, do you understand?
Senator: I will make you no promises. As you are, I am my own man. I do not need this. And do not dare to threaten me, I am retired, but I can still take care of myself well enough.
Freeman: You are very lucky Phillips, that I am in a VERY good mood tonight, or else perhaps I would have to take my pipe to your skull once more.
Senator: I remember the last time we faced each other in the ring, it was for the very championship you want to attain in two weeks time. And I ended up victorious. I would not be so sure of yourself in a faceoff with me.
Freeman: I am done. We shall discuss this again next week. I have a contract signing to prepare for.
And Freeman walks off screen as the segment fades, leaving the Senator to watch him leave, shaking his head. While some of the nature of the alliance between the two has been shown, there is still so much to find out...like for example when this began. While these two together surely would make a very strong force, how long could two men with such history actually work as a unit? Both of these men are very self-reliant, and usually very independent. Both are extremely strong-willed, as shown by their interactions. The tension is only going to build, and how long until it reaches a breaking point? And when it does, what then? Will the never-ending saga of Jason Freeman and the Senator resume once more?
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:12:37 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Apologies and Lectures (Credit: CP, Senator)
**A day earlier**
As the scene opens, Senator Steve Phillips is seen getting out of a nondescript car in front of a rather run down coffee house. The politician enters the establishment, and finds a table in the back to sit down at, right across from an imposing figure, one that happens to be none other than his former protégé Chris Phenomenal.
The Senator: Good to see you showed up. Would not have blamed you if you refrained from doing so, however, all things considered.
CP: Yeah, I figured I owed you this much. Really, I'm more interested to hear you explain what the hell just happened, though.
Senator: It was not my plan, but I should have realized that Freeman would have lost control. He hired me out to help him with strategic planning, but he has his own motivations, and I cannot control him. Let it be said that I did not plan his assault on you, and I will have a very stern talk with him over his initiative. I am sorry that you ended up being caught in the crossfire.
CP: Good. I didn't think you were behind it, but I wanted to hear it from the source. Now, if that's all you have to...
Senator: Wait. Your actions have been a bit, well, out of hand, to say the least, as of late. You are your own man, but I did not train you up to become a rampaging beast, a horrific barbarian. I ventured close enough to that abyss to peer over, and that was with the most noble intentions in mind for the long term. I intentionally broke my own code of honor to uphold the greater good, to eliminate the influence of those who would have dragged the entire industry into the ground on the weight of their combined egos. All you seem to be doing is raising Cain for your own sake, and let me tell you, I have seen individuals pull that act before, far too many times. It does not end well for anyone involved.
CP: Whatever, I appreciate the concern, but you have no clue...
Senator: Rethink those words. I know what you are doing, and let it be said that the reason we are meeting here is because you have become toxic, publicly. Harming women, innocents, those are the acts of a coward, a criminal, a common do-nothing low life who refused to put in the time to achieve greater things! Your actions have been nothing short of reprehensible, you have become more akin to a brutish thug like Thunderkiss than a true champion! Is that the legacy you want to leave to the industry? Is that the sort of person you wish to become? If that is truly the case, then I have nothing left to say to you, for my words will mean nothing, the time I put into your training was for naught. I expected better, you should expect better, but if you have fallen this far, I can only hope you can realize that before you find you have no other path left but the continued downward spiral that you have descended.
CP: In time, it doesn't matter Steve. You said it was my path to blaze and that's what I'm doing. All I can say is don't cross me.
With that, Chris walks away leaving Senator looking on, concern not only for himself but ACW in his eyes.
Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:13:54 GMT -5
Save for Criminal
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:16:46 GMT -5
Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome the final four members of the innaugral ACW Hall of Fame
Joining BK London, Alicia Kitsune, Victor “Latino” Laureano and Yoko Satoshi.
Sarin Rossi!
Thunderkiss!
Dan White
G-Unit
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:19:17 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: Penance Through Pain
Blood. The fluid consisting of plasma, blood cells, and platelets that is circulated by the heart through the vertebrate vascular system, carrying oxygen and nutrients to and waste materials away from all body tissues. This is the literal, dictionary definition of the substance, yet it is struck by the cruel hand of the mistress called irony when it is revealed that this definition could not be further from the truth. Blood itself is not the fluid flowing through human veins, but is actually a product of the activities undertaken by the soul. A person's feelings, emotions, and thoughts are actually what comprise the substance known as blood, rather than the scientific definition of plasma and cells. What becomes the liquid that allows the physical form to exist is actually nothing more than the byproduct of an active spirit. This is a startling revelation to most, as it goes against the accepted train of thought and thus invokes in them an omnipotent and never-ending fear.
It can be assured through the holy word of god that any physiologist will deny this revelation and once again attempt to use "facts" to prove themselves right. They vainly look to the supposed authority of medical science, to the facts that are decreed by supposed experts and powerfully-worded textbooks. However, are these still not the products of the human form? If an entity comes into existence from the result of an illegitimate progenitor, are they not also illegitimate? Once again the arrogance and ignorance that physically manifests into the form known as modern humanity fails to realize that all is created and manifested by our savior's will. They fail to see the light. They walk the path of darkness. They actually believe that human beings are competent enough to manipulate destiny. However, the revelation will come at the expense of humanity and perhaps itself involve blood, the very substance the arrogant pagan masses refuse to recognize as absolute.
The impure blood of human beings is the very reason for the existence of the faith. Impurity will naturally result in doubt, which in turn will lead to a desire for comfort. That comfort, as the world knows it, we call faith. Once again it must be stressed that the impure blood in question is not the red liquid of the human body, but the byproduct of actions taken by the human spirit. A body is nothing more than a shell to encase the soul, and thus all actions are actually taken spiritually, the body is merely there to take the blame when something goes wrong. Even those who would profess complete independence are still at the mercy of their own spirit, for the spirits exist on a higher plain of being, free from the worries and obstacles that interfere with the lives of physical life. The spirits are the only essences that possess true freedom, free to manipulate the very fabric of time itself as they so please.
The blessed liquid of the gods that flows throughout every human spirit, the bright red blood symbolizing the passion that our holy father holds for all who he embraces as his beloved offspring. However, our beloved messiah cannot penetrate our spirits and overtake our impure minds if his means of action is prohibited by poison. This hated poison, the despised entity we call sin in the common world. Like a ravaging beast, sin attacks the essence of purity in the human spirit, raping it of its innocence and converting the shell into nothing more than a house in which evil may reside. Those tortured and attacked by sin run in fear, a bunch of cowards who refuse to embrace a savior who alone possesses the power to eliminate all. It is due to this reluctance to embrace destiny that fate turns against them. It corrupts their minds and fills it with thoughts of defiance toward the mighty Higher One. This is in direct violation of the Great Book, and thus the defiant revolutionaries are crushed by the holy messenger of light.
The holy messenger of light never stops to rest, never ceases in his seemingly endless trek to perform the will of the lord. In the face of physical trauma, he presses forward without batting an eye. In the wake of emotional sorrow, he continues the traumatic battle without as much as a second thought. In light of spiritual pain, he continues onward even as he knows that his weakened spirit will eventually fade into the endless mists of time. There is nothing that can stop him, even when he may falter. Yet, that same messenger who now faces the ultimate in pain and agony. Having failed his father once more, albeit indirectly, his body becomes contorted and mangled. His spirit strangled by the iron claws of destiny, he is powerless to fight against the influx. The influx of damnation entering his soul, the impure blood of sin entering his holy umbra. He is falling victim to the very virus he is seeking to eradicate, he is actually becoming unclean.
The tortured one tries to repent even now, seated in a position of absolute praise to his mighty savior. With the impure blood burning away at his core like an acid, the dark one writhes in unbearable pain, hating all the infidels who make impurity possible, but most of all hating himself for his inability to succeed in defending god's holy will. The fact that it was a fellow mortal who truly suffered defeat matters not, for in the young one’s mind he feels a denizen of the gods should not succumb to a scenario as drab and lifeless as that of superior numbers. He knows that such a failure must be punished; as such he is ready to accept whatever judgment his holy father is prepared to pass upon him. Knowing this, he has chosen a location devoid of all life so that he may revive his lost godliness. At this moment he merely sits alone and silent with his head bowed and a small semicircle of candles the only light illuminating the drab settings.
A brief burst of lightning comes through a dust covered window, yielding enough luminescence to adequately reveal the setting of repentance for the messenger of the heavens. An old, drab, dusty, abandoned warehouse encases the dark one now. Similar to previous locations in the past, the young one regularly chooses his settings with the sole intention of ensuring as much isolation as possible. Based upon the complete solitude he currently enjoys, it is obvious that on this night the dark soul made a fine selection. The semicircle of candles and the occasional flash of lightning provide for the only illumination to assist with normal vision when attempting to gauge the parameters of the building. Large and aged wooden boxes fill the room, with the only exceptions to the rule being a large, antique mirror against a wall and numerous rolls of rope scattered about.
The messenger sits on the dusty floor even now, head still bowed in a strange hybrid of praise and subordination. He breathes is heavy, sudden bursts, obviously fighting back his sadness and anger at his previous failure. Gone is the trademark confidence and aura of power that he has become so synonymous with. At this moment he simply awaits his punishment in silence, like a child that has shamed his father. Such a comparison is not illogical, for he truly has angered the only father that he has never known. Previous accomplishments mean nothing in the wake of modern failure, thus he must do whatever he can to win his father’s approval once more. Suddenly, he breaks the dead silence of the surroundings by suddenly raising his head, spreading his arms, and screaming "WHY!" as loud as he possibly can. The scream is so powerful that the rush of air from his vocal cords literally causes the flames on the candle wicks to sway, putting them in danger of going out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:20:24 GMT -5
Once he finishes, the dark spirit known as The Scorpion covers his eyes with his hands and falls backwards onto the hard, concrete floor. He remains this way with his eyes covered, obviously fighting back tears. Such a sight is almost harrowing to see, the proud and powerful Scorpion reduced to a broken man huddling upon a drab and dusty floor. Such a sight might be welcomed by his enemies, yet even then the raw emotion being given off by one who has dedicated his life to emotionless, mechanical perfection is enough to unnerve even the toughest of men. While lying on the ground, it becomes obvious that something is very wrong with him, as he is not dressed normally. Gone are the black fighting gloves, muscle shirt, and trench coat. He lies there on the ground in no more than the usual black pants and black boots, leaving his upper body to the mercy of the elements.
He suddenly gets an extreme grimace of pain of his face and quickly sits up. Once there, he performs an insane action as he proceeds to take his left hand and punch the concrete floor with all his might! Over and over again the young one drives his knuckles into the concrete, eventually staining the spot red with that same impure blood and could quite literally be breaking his knuckles. Yet what is even scarier is the rage in his eyes while doing so. The look of horror on his face, almost as if re-experiencing the revelation that he wasn’t good enough. Like a man driven to madness he constantly relives the sting of failure over and over in his mind. What seems so miniscule to the common man is so damaging for the spiritual essence that he truly hates his physical form more than ever before. He doesn't care about the pain as he repeatedly punches the concrete, watching as he knuckles crack open and expel blood.
He stops before his hand completely breaks so as to not weaken himself, yet this does not prevent him from staring at his bloody hand. The blood oozing out of the open wounds the same way water would flow from an opened dam. As he stares at it in amazement, begins to talk aloud, obviously trying to convey a message to his dearly beloved savior in the sky. However, it is far from his normal voice. The voice, frightened and barely above a whisper, has a far cry from the commanding tone he so normally conveyed…
The Scorpion: What is wrong with me father? What is wrong with me? Have I truly fallen from grace? Why can I not complete your tasks with the ease and swiftness of so many years previous? My physical form has not been on this planet long enough to weaken through age and my loyalty to you is as strong as ever before. What is causing this? What is causing me to fail you so? Tell me father. Please tell me what is wrong…
The Scorpion looks to say something else, but quickly freezes in place. Still as a statute, it is as if his form has become frozen in an endless still frame. However, this changes when he suddenly moves once more and instantly gets to his knees and enters a position of holy prayer. He remains this way for several minutes with no movement at all save for an occasional nod of his head. He opens his eyes and seemingly snaps back to reality, but has a look of absolute confusion on his face. He keeps this look as he once again speaks aloud…
The Scorpion: Father, I am confused, what is this message you send to me? I do not understand. Even the intellect clearly superior to all cannot comprehend your instructions. Please tell me how I may repent and become the holy servant of light once more!"
His message spoken, The Scorpion once again enters his position of prayer, obviously looking for clarity as to the instructions he is receiving from his unseen ruler. He nods his head in understanding this time, obviously obtaining the clarity he sought.
He quickly rises from his position and walks over to the large, antique mirror propped against the wall. A magnificent specimen of craftsmanship, the huge mirror is easily taller than the young one himself. Perhaps the type that would be featured in a top of the line fashion boutique or some other upper class establishment, the size and scope of the mirror is truly a sight to behold. However, this does not impress The Scorpion, who now is worried only about carrying out the penance that has been demanded of him by his savior resting beyond the glimmering stars. He quickly shows good strength by lifting the heavy frame of glass and taking it back toward to candles so he may see. He stands still and looks into the mirror as if he is literally searching for his own soul. He continues to gaze emotionlessly into the glass, his cold eyes penetrating it, searching so desperately for the answer he seeks.
He continues to stare as he softly runs his good hand through his long, wavy black hair. He audibly sighs as he does this, an obvious sign of his tarnished pride and self anguish at failing his god. For perhaps the first time since he began his mission, the young one is actually acting human. Affected by emotions and worries his humanity is seemingly reclaiming him, temporarily winning the endless war it wages with his overpowering faith. The war may be endless for the young soul, yet it matters not so long as he may perform the holy will. With his current status, he cannot accomplish this task unless the problem is fixed. He looks away for a brief moment and gazes into the candlelight, hoping the calm dancing of the flames can calm his tormented spirit and yield him the solution that he seeks. He seemingly gets it as he sighs one last time…then rears his head back and drives his own head into the glass with all the force he can muster!
As the glass shatters around his face, The Scorpion unleashes a piercing scream that quite literally rattles the windowpanes of the old warehouse. The pain seemingly overwhelming him, The Scorpion quickly pulls back and picks up a large piece of the broken glass and looks into it. In the glass he sees the reflection of someone that could be mistaken for just having endured an automobile accident. The blood from the open wound has already completely drenched his upper body, matting his wavy hair and causing it to become sticky and heavy. His face bears innumerable small lacerations and his heart is pounding from the shock of the experience. His eyes are wide with shock and he is breathing heavily, obviously under severe strain from the unimaginable pain his is experiencing. However, what follows is more disturbing than anything, as The Scorpion actually smiles and begins to laugh.
As he is dripping blood all over the floor and has bits of broken glass imbedded in his flesh, the psychotic follower of the Higher One seemingly proves his complete insanity and actually laughs. He laughs long and hard, obviously deeply humored by the scenario in spite of the unimaginable pain his must be experiencing. He gazes around casually as he continues to bellow a weird and almost frightening laugh. The shock of the impact has seemingly broken the restraints that had previously kept him from completely crossing over into total madness. It is clear now that he's stepped over the line and completely gone over to the side of psychosis. The true form of The Scorpion has at last been revealed on Earth. The world is finally catching a glimpse of that terrifying madness that heretofore had been held back by his intellect and physical abilities.
He ceases his laugh as he kneels in prayer at that exact same moment. With blood pumping from his face like an oil well and literally forming a PUDDLE around his feet, The Scorpion still kneels in soft prayer to his beloved messiah, apparently ignoring the flowing blood and bits of glass in his face. This appears to be the penance that his lord demanded, for it appears as if The Scorpion is seemingly waiting for some type of approval. Despite the excruciating pain he remains as still as a statute, like a soldier maintaining form in a military formation. In his eyes, breaking form would be another inexcusable defense, thus no amount of pain shall keep him from maintaining his place. He remains in the position for several minutes before he breaks. He gets to his feet and picks up a large, jagged piece of glass. He smiles at he stares at it, turning it over in his undamaged right hand, and speaks once more.
The Scorpion: This is the key. This is the key with which I shall once again unlock the path to Eden. Only through physical pain may the impurities bleed out and allow the spirit to naturally restore itself. I should have realized sooner. I understand now father, I understand now what you were trying to do. I suffer in pain and writhe in torment father, the pain takes my earthly breath away and the anguish haunts my pure and noble mind. These feelings matter not my lord, as I repent the sins of failure unto thee. I suffer and hurt knowing that the reward that is forthcoming will make it all worthwhile. Watch me, watch me as I hurt even more in order to please you again!
Finally, The Scorpion stops his bizarre tirade and continues to look at the jagged piece of glass. He looks to the heavens, closes his eyes, and utters one single word…
"Repentance…"
Upon saying this, The Scorpion takes a long and deep sigh, as if willing himself to perform whatever psychotic action he is about to undertake. After seemingly readying himself, The Scorpion takes the jagged shard of glass and stabs himself in the chest! He doesn’t penetrate deeply so as to not do permanent damage, yet still the searing pain can be clearly seen on his young face. His face contorts into a hideous visage of pain and anguish as the overwhelming pain literally causes his knees to buckle. He slowly drags the glass across his chest, watching as the flesh splits and more blood begins to flow from his beaten body. The snapping of heartstrings, the shattering of the harp of life. This is what is happening now as he seeks to separate flesh from flesh. He completes this ritual and instantly drops the glass, watching as it shatters on the floor. He stands there with his fists clenched and teeth gritted, obviously trying to absorb the pain of his self-inflicted chastisement.
He remains this way for a couple minutes before going over to the candles and performing a single roundhouse kick. The wind from his leg moving manages to blow out all the candles in the semicircle at once in an impressive display. This leaves the warehouse in darkness that is soon broken by a flood of light caused when The Scorpion opens the battered door. He looks to leave, but suddenly stops, grabs the door frame, and speaks one last time.
The Scorpion: Father, I am whole once again. You have seen the anguish I am willing to endure in order to maintain your favor. If this is not enough, then I shall do more. My physical body is meaningless to me; I will completely mutilate it if such an act would please you. You have given me another chance, another opportunity to resurrect paradise. I shall not fail you. Thank you so much for allowing me the chance to hurt myself. Such an act is proof of your eternal mercy…
The insanity finally over, The Scorpion at last exits the warehouse and stumbles back towards his mission, his legs still wobbly from the pain…
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:33:54 GMT -5
At ringside, Max McNally and Eddie Edison
McNally: That kid becomes more disturbing every time we see him.
Edison: And it brings forth, what type of condition he'll be in to face TJ this afternoon.
McNally: Even with three days to heel after recording that, you have to think the trauma he inflicted on himself is enough to keep him down.
Edison: I don't know though, I mean...
McNally: I'm sorry to cut you off Max, but I'm getting word from the back that next week we're going to have a special main event. It's going to be Danny Mainer taking on BK London.
Edison: What a match that will be.
McNally: It's like NBK vs. Scott Andrews all over again.
Edison: Exactly.
McNally: And folks, don't touch that dial. When we come back it's time for the Main Event.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:37:28 GMT -5
TJ vs. Scorpion (Mainer) Returning from commercial, the lights in the arena go out and "The Human Stain" by Kamelot begins to play over the speakers. The darkness is cut off when two spotlights shine on the left portion of the stage, uniting at a specific point. With the lights shining, The Scorpion rises from the stage while kneeling in prayer as the song continues to play throughout the arena. Once through the stage, The Scorpion opens his eyes and slowly walks to the ring without so much as glancing at the crowd. Once in the ring, he proceeds straight to a neutral corner and kneels once again, as if mentally preparing himself for what is ahead of him. After another quick prayer, he quickly throws off his trench coat and simply gazes into space. Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, The Scorpion! The beginning to his Nonpoint’s Hide and Seek begins to play as the lights go out again. Red, white, and gold lights flash as TJ rises up like Kurt Angle in TNA. TJ looks around. He then does a Goldberg like jump as red, white, and gold fireworks go off and the lights come on. At this same time, the lyrics come on. TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm. Jones: And his opponent, he is the ACW Entertainment Champion “The Soul of Philly” TJ! The two stare across at each other from their respective corners until the bell rings and TJ sprints out of his corner looking to really lay the hurting on Scorpion by slamming a big right hand into the equally goliath Scorpion. Scorpion wobbles back and flings an equally titanic shot right for TJ’s face which hits critical. Despite the self-inflicted beating showcased earlier in the evening, The Scorpion takes it all in stride as TJ staggers back slowly as he bounces off the ropes and hurls out a gigantic Yakuza Kick big boot straight into TJ’s jaw cracking his mouth open. TJ hits the ground like a sack of rocks and Scorpion stares down at him, unflinching as he the fresh wounds on his stomach immediately are brought into focus. Scorpion grabs TJ’s head and hauls him off the floor quickly only for TJ to leap back up with a big Impact Bomb seemingly out of nowhere, lifting the big man up off his feet and slamming him down with two hands around his throat. TJ takes a moment to gesticulate for the gathered fans, letting out a big roar of “Soul” before turning his focus back onto his opponent for this evening. TJ lands some big elbow drops, leg drops and ground stamps giving Scorpion a hurting for certain, focusing specifically on the stomach wounds self inflicted earlier. The crowd is getting behind the Entertainment Champion and with a roaring club to the neck as he tries to get up, Scorpion is sent hurtling onto his face on the floor which is no doubt weakened from having previously smashed it into a mirror like a psycho. TJ lifts Scorpion again but this time he carries on lifting into the Military Press Position but the quick thinking religious zealot slips down the back and hits an elbow strike right into the skull of The Soul of Philly before hooking up a Dragon Suplex nice and tight. TJ crashes onto his face dead centre o the ring as Scorpion wastes no time. No sooner is Scorpion up he’s slapping on a Triangle Choke, synched in as tight as a Fedor Kimur as the audiences stomach begin to turn as their hero seems to be in grave danger at this stage. TJ struggles against the hold but eventually manages to posture up and break out of the Triangle Choke through pure guts and even more determination. He tries to ground and pound Scorpion but he slips out the side door and gets to his feet. The two look across at each other and come closer before engaging in a collar and elbow tie up. They both try and bull the other around but eventually call a stalemate. TJ takes the advantage though by grabbing an arm and looking to Irish whip Scorpion but he reverses it, sending the champion into the ropes. On the rebound, TJ surprises everyone, including Scorpion as he hits him square in the jaw with a Running Calf Kick really letting Scorpion know who the man is in this situation. Then he latches in a submission of his own. TJ cranks on The Scorpion with a Standing Vertical Half Crab, foregoing the Cheeselock for now, weaking take the vertical base out of Scorpion. Scorpion struggles against the hold, trying to power out but TJ has the hands wrapped tight, keeping the legs locked. This tension however allows Scorpion to escape as he wriggles his body towards the side contorting himself allowing him to fling TJ off into the ropes. TJ looks to drop an elbow on the rebound but misses as Scorpion rolls out of the way, keeping both men down for a second. Having escaped TJ’s clutch, Scorpion looks to take back the momentum as he gets to his feet a second before TJ and returns fire with an overhead Belly to Belly Suplex that would make Scott Steiner cringe. TJ clutches his back as Scorpion looks down, smiling as he rubs his hand across the wounds on his back, only semi healed from his self flogging three weeks ago. As TJ gets up, Scorpion his him with a another big one and then he connects with a BIG signature with the Eternus Moestitia nailing the Spinning Brainbuster hard. Quickly he hooked the leg, hoping to have put an end to TJ. …1 …2 TJ manages to kick out but has lost all the momentum is Scorpion is taking control of this match. Hauling TJ up to his feet, Scorpion stares down his foe for this evening and scores with an elbow to the chops. This wakes TJ up slightly as he begins to show signs of life, engaging in a brawl with the smaller Scorpion. Every shot he fires with the wounded right hand affects Scorpion but he doesn’t back down from TJ who counters every blow with one of his own. TJ eventually gets the advantage scoring with a blow to the back of his head after Scorpion had ducked. TJ looked to take advantage with an overhand elbow to the scarred for head but Scorpion countered, laying TJ’s ass out with a Spinning Backfist right to the gob putting him back first on the mat. Again the Scorpion went for another pin. …1 …2 …. In the nick of time, the garagantual TJ throws his shoulder up off the canvas as Scorpion looks down, slightly stunned. Scorpion picks up TJ and throws him into the corner and looks to score with a running splash but misses, allowing TJ a chance to catch his break. As soon as he’s up angles for a big-ass Stiff Right Hand followed by an even bigger ass Powerslam, finishing the 215 Drop following a knee to the stomach and by God does he hit it. TJ makes the mercy cover it seems, not even bothering to hook the legs. …1 …2 … Somehow, Scorpion who was smashed into the mat violently manages to kick out, prolonging the match a little longer. TJ picks up Scorpion and begins to beat him down mercilessly, attacking the stomach, the head, the back, anything he can get his hands on before whipping Scorpion into the ropes. TJ finally shoots for a big time Clothesline but Scorpion ducks and hits a Lament of Innocence leaving TJ spread out on the mat. Of course, never one to leave a job unfinished Scorpion quickly picks up TJ and slams him down with an Eliminator. The crowd looks on stunned as he makes the cover. …1 …2 …3 The bell rings as Scorpion rolls off of TJ, and Phillip Jones announces him the winner. WINNER: The Scorpion
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:41:17 GMT -5
Let’s Play Hide and Seek Pt. 3Chris Phenomenal and Danny Mainer
With Scorpion coming out victorious against The Soul of Philly TJ in tonight’s main event the time has finally come. As Scorpion ducks behind the curtain leaving TJ lying in the ring, the fans in attendance turn their head towards the AlphaTron as it kicks to life, once again on the face of Chris Phenomenal. This time he is not in the room as before, but instead outside, obviously on the roof of the Pepsi Center. As he looks over the sprawling metropolis in front of him he smiles slightly, toeing the edge of the roof with the hand held camera looking up at him. He bends over and grabs it before turning so his heels are on the edge of the roof with the camera looking out over the edge.Chris Phenomenal: Well ladies and gentleman, it’s time. For the past two hours I’ve sat in an office building a block away, locked away with Caitlynn Dufraisne as Danny Mainer ran around the Pepsi Center looking for her. Sadly, he failed and as promised, I am here right now to complete the job, to finish what I started and to make Danny Mainer realize what he put me through. Chris sets the camera down and takes a few steps where Caitlynn Dufraisne is still strapped to the board. Her feet are dangling off the edge of the roof and as Chris steps towards her, he gently nudges the board with his shoe another inch closer to oblivion, showing just how easy it will be.Chris Phenomenal: Caitlynn I am truly sorry for this and I make the same promise to you as Jean Valjean made to Fantine, that I will make sure your daughter is taken care of. The sins of others lead to your death sweet child. Aurevoir. Chris leans over and places a slight kiss on the head of Caitlynn, brushing the hair out of her eyes and then grabbing the board and pushing it inch by inch towards the edge as the crowd in the arena are hushed, watching as Caitlynn’s face lights up with terror as she realizes what is about to happen.: Motherfucker! Chris smiles as he turns around, the familiar voice of Danny Mainer sparking his attention. The perfect Protagonist leaping into action. Getting to his feet, he steps up and accepts Danny’s unspoken challenge. The two meet about ten feet away from Caitlynn and the battle is on, both men throwing hands with utter abandon. Chris’ blows his stronger but Mainers hit faster and with the added rage each one stings a little more. Tiring, the two both back away slightly before becoming more methodical in their attack. Mainer ends up getting the advantage as he kicks Chris in the side of the head and then shoots in, trying to push him off the roof.
Chris fights back however, just as Danny is about to push him off the precipice but kicking Danny right into the cajones, dropping him down and saving Chris. Caitlynn looks on, screaming at Danny through the gag as Chris looks down at the kneeling Mainer and kicks him square in the side of the head, knocking him loopy as he tumbles over.Chris Phenomenal: This is the end of you Danny Mainer. You’ve made a mockery of this company and this profession for far to long. You nearly brought ruin to my family and for that Danny, there’s no recourse, no remorse, just pure… HATRED!!! Chris grabs Mainer and pushes him towards the edge and leaves him hanging over the precipice. With one more push he’d be falling like Qui Gon Jin, through the air into the abyss but Chris pauses for a moment.Chris Phenomenal: Any last words Danny? Danny Mainer: ”Yes... just five. FUCK. YOU.”With that Danny throws himself over the edge, seemingly lets himself go. Time seems to stand still until Chris reaches down and grabs Danny Mainer, preventing him from falling as Mainer looks up.Chris Phenomenal: No, Fuck you! With that, Chris spits in the face of Danny Mainer before pulling him up as Danny Mainer looks up at him with blood red eyes. He was ready to let himself die, not willing to suffer at the hands of Chris Phenomenal, to give him the satisfaction of putting an end to his new rival. Chris knows however as he hauls Mainer up and stares down at him.Chris Phenomenal: You’re going out on my terms Danny, not yours. I’m going to take back my title at Omega Effect and then you’re going to suffer. It’s not going to be quick and painless like you tried to make it. It will be brutal, bloody and excruciatingly painful. Danny, I’m going to make sure your biggest regret is abducting Paige. Danny looks up at Chris with a smile before he swings a lead pipe and cracks it over his head, causing Chris to go woozy. Danny looks down at Chris and pushes him towards the edge as he looks over at Caitlynn, still sitting perched on the edge but in no immediate danger.Danny Mainer: (Breathing heavily) Hahh... hahhh... hahh... YOU, YOU have the audacity and the down-right fucking NERVE to question what I’ve done in my life?! HA. You son of a fucking bitch Chris! You sly, cheeky son of a fucking BITCH. Since you have come to ACW you have done nothing but rape and pillage through ACW like the bizarre NY Viking that you are! You have assaulted, maimed and down-right KILLED to get your own way. I may have screwed around and believe me, no other burden I carry is as painful as the one inside my heart but the fact that YOU, CHRIS FUCKING PHENOMENAL think you can look down on me for the things I’VE done is a complete and utter sham. The biggest running joke since engineers and “the long stand”, GET real you prick.”Danny goes to push Chris over the edge as Chris looks up, nothing in his eyes but a smile on his face which breaks as he speaks.Chris Phenomenal: You might want to reconsider. With that, Chris cocks his head to the side causing Danny to look and see none other than Charlotte King standing next to the board occupied by Caitlynn Dufraisne. She looks at Danny Mainer with emotionless eyes as slowly he realizes he’s been played.Chris Phenomenal: Either way Danny, you’re a coward. You send me over the edge, you managed to defeat the villain but in turn you lose your wife…and then either your title or your child as you know as well as I do that you can’t be champion and take care of a toddler. Or, you haul me up and you were unable to finish the job, you didn’t have the cajones to finish me off, proving once again that you have no spine. Chris pauses for a moment as everything is pure silence.Chris Phenomenal: Naturally Danny, the choice is yours. Danny looks down at Chris, then over at Caitlynn before he bows his head and begins to haul Chris Phenomenal up. Eventually Chris pulls himself over and still groggy to his feet. Danny stays on his knees, his head bowed in hate, rage but also disgust at himself. Chris knows exactly what he’s done to Danny and bears a schadenfreudal smile.Chris Phenomenal: I’ll see you, at Omega Effect. With that, Chris turns his back as we cut to our final commercial, Jason Freeman, up next.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jun 7, 2010 23:43:40 GMT -5
Segment: The Alpha Of Your Omega (Credit: Jason Freeman/BK London)
The final match is over, and the show is wrapping to a close. The fans can feel this as well, and if they had been paying attention earlier in the night (which hopefully most of them had) they would probably know what was coming next. While the wrestling portion of the show is over, that does not mean there are not going to be serious implications for the future of ACW in the close of the show. Finally, Hawthorne makes his way down to the ring, a contract in his hand, and he takes a microphone.
Hawthorne: In a little less than two weeks, Omega Effect VI, the biggest pay-per-view of the year, will hit your television screens. Now, while a lot of the card has already been set, there are always going to be some small changes. Tonight we will deal with one of those. Previously, the main event of this match was slated to be Chris Phenomenal vs Danny Mainer, however under recent consideration it has been determined that there will be a third addition to this match. After all, this match has been seen before, more than once, and already took place at the last pay-per-view. Omega Effect should be a time to change things up, and give you fans something new that you’ve never seen before. Given the history that Jason Freeman has with both of these men, and the fact that at Fallen Heroes he very nearly ended up the winner, he seemed to be an obvious third choice. Last week, he solidified my decision when he showed just how serious he was by decimating BK London. He made an impact, and that is respectable. The contract I have here in my hand, will grant Jason Freeman an inclusion in the Omega Effect main event, and will allow him to have a shot at the world championship.
The crowd boos Hawthorne’s speech for a number of reasons. Number 1, even if Hawthorne is telling the truth, nobody wants Freeman to be rewarded for his actions. After all, he attacked and dismantled a beloved fan favorite. The idea of him getting a title shot for that is absurd. That’s assuming that Hawthorne is telling the truth when he tells his reasons for picking Freeman. The better half of the crowd most likely believes in Number 2 – that there is some underhanded dealing going on backstage in ACW. Jason Freeman has basically stated himself that he was given this title shot SOLELY for his attack on BK London, and not just because of his display of motivation, but because of exactly who it was that was getting attacked.
Maxwell McNally: You can't be serious...
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh he's serious Maxie!
Hawthorne: So, so we can get the proceedings moving on tonight, I’d like to introduce Jason Freeman.
Maxwell McNally: I can't believe this, he's actually going to give that scumbag Jason Freeman a match! Is this what ACW has come to? Rewarding those for disrespecting the people that helped build this company?
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Disrespecting? Jason Freeman did what he was told to do by the Chairman, THE CHAIRMAN. Imagine if you were put in that situation Maxie? Would you give up your job and a World Title shot just for your morals? I don't think so..
Maxwell McNally: Yeah, well, I don't agree with it. I don't agree with what Freeman did last week and I especially don't agree with our esteemed Chairman masterminding this entire thing.
“Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers for the second time tonight, as Freeman makes his way out from behind the curtain, looking very pleased with himself. After all, he is about to get the chance of a lifetime. A spot in the main event of Omega Effect VI. A chance that he did not earn cleanly, through the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal, but a chance he has manipulated his way towards. Strangely, for Freeman, that makes it even sweeter when it is a result of a good scheme coming together. He makes his way towards the ring nice and slowly, not rushing himself for the fans. He finally enters the ring, and takes the microphone from Hawthorne, and looks out to the crowd. As they boo him, he motions with his hand for them to continue to do so. The fans take the bait, and they continue.
Freeman: You know…while this would be a sweet moment anyways, I think that you fans are making it even sweeter, so by all means continue. Well. Tonight a lot of hard work is going to all come together in just two seconds. All the plotting and scheming that I had to do comes down to this contract that I hold in my hand. The contract to be included in the ACW Championship match at Omega Effect.
Freeman holds the contract in front of him, and gazes at it. His eyes seem to suggest this is akin to the holy grail, and for him it is. This is everything he’s fought for, everything he’s craved. A chance for the world championship. He’s had a shot once before in his career, and he had failed. But this time he had no intentions of failing. He could feel the winds of destiny sweeping him towards his goal. Just a little less than two weeks and it would be here. His moment. The fans are booing, not happy with the way Freeman has managed to shove himself into the proceedings. He had not won Fallen Heroes, while he had had a good showing, and by all means he should not be allowed to enter this match. But here he was, one step closer to achieving his ultimate goal. Just one short step away. He just had to now win the match.
Freeman: Yes, it was a long journey. A journey that had more twists and turns than I had anticipated, but as I always do I adapted. And while it was a rough road, it doesn’t matter, because in the end it all paid off. You see, it really is a beautiful moment to put everything you have into receiving one object, and to finally hold it in your hands. Since I returned to this company, THIS CONTRACT is what I had sought for…and here it is. Waiting to be signed.
Freeman continues to hold that blessed contract in his hand, pacing around the ring as he speaks to the audience. One would think that he would sign it as soon as possible, but then one has to remember how much easier it is to wait to open something once you actually have it. For some reason you want to savor the moment, let the anticipation build, and end with one big payoff. Freeman too is letting the excitement build, and letting the moment wash over him.
Hawthorne: And Freeman, I’d like you to know that I approve of---
Freeman: It really doesn’t matter if you approve Hawthorne, because the contract is already in my hand. So, to be honest, I don’t care whether or not you approve. The fact that you do, and these fans don’t…it’s all irrelevant. The one RELEVANT thing is what’s going to happen at Omega Effect, when I win the world championship. And I WILL win. I can beat either of those two men in a singles match, but in a triple threat? It’s a foregone conclusion. What I have that they don’t is intelligence, and that is what will win me the championship. Now, I’m not one to be a grateful man. I’m not one to thank anybody besides myself. But I suppose this moment calls for a bit of a different side of me. One you’ve probably never seen before. For one, I’d like to thank Ryan Cole, Dominic Campbell, and Theodore Wellington. In fact, let me show the ultimate gratitude. For all I owe those other three men, it is NOTHING compared to what I owe BK London. BK, I really could NOT have done this without you.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well, at least he's humble...
Maxwell McNally: Humble?! You've got to be kidding me...
Most likely, somewhere BK London is watching this, and he cannot be happy about what he’s hearing. It would be hard to imagine Freeman’s words not getting to BK at all. They certainly get to the crowd. They seemed to know it was coming (after all, Freeman really is NOT one to show gratitude), but even so, as soon as Freeman said the words the fans made sure to show their disapproval loudly.
Freeman: Earlier tonight I told you, BK, that I wanted you to watch closely tonight. I wanted you to keep your TV on, and tune in. Here’s why. I am thanking you here for giving me this opportunity. Your return? your little appearances you’ve made this month? All of it was leading up to one moment, and perhaps it wasn't what you thought it was. All that was leading up to my rise to triumph. The second I saw your face on the screen, I knew you were going to be my ticket. I knew that everything I wanted to accomplish I could do through you. And I was right. You were my key, and now you can go back to your place at home and watch the results of your labors. I want a picture to be taken BK. I want this zoomed in. I want you to watch this VERY closely.
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