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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:11:44 GMT -5
Tonight's Card:
Ivan Boreanaz vs. Laron Xavier -------------------------------------------- Jon Taylor vs. Gary -------------------------------------------- Chris Phenomenal vs. Buddy Ghee -------------------------------------------- Non Title Danny Mainer vs. Ryan Cole
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:13:15 GMT -5
There's an amazing show in store tonight! After the events of last week there is much anticipation for a great show tonight, and as always ACW will deliver. The crowd is in, and they are ready for a night of action...but before the theme song of the show even plays, the titantron lights up
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:15:36 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Arrival (Credit: Freeman)
Seven days have passed since the last Monday Night Warfare, but the buzz has not died down. Everyone who followed ACW had been discussing the events of the last show, most of that discussion focused around one event – that being Danny Mainer’s wedding. What had started out as a touching and pleasant wedding of one of the ACW crowd’s favorite stars had turned into a travesty. Before the fans’ eyes, Danny Mainer’s life (and composure) had fallen to pieces. And all of this was because of one man.
Jason Freeman.
It’s a warm night on ACW Island as Jason Freeman approaches the ACW arena. The camera gets a good shot at the night sky and the lights of the arena, before panning down to show Freeman. The crowd is hot, and as soon as Freeman’s image hits the alphatron, the boos begin to pour out from the crowd. None of them had been looking forward to starting the night with Jason Freeman, especially after his actions the week before. Freeman of course cannot hear this from outside the arena, and his head is bowed. He appears deep in thought. Tonight was going to be a very risky night for him. Danny Mainer had never been stable, and after what had been done to him he was sure to be looking for revenge. Not just a beatdown, but a dismemberment. If Mainer was able to get his hands on Freeman now, a lot of damage would be done. Perhaps enough to completely incapacitate him. Luckily, Jason Freeman had no plans of getting stopped now. He had come prepared.
The camera zooms out further, and it soon becomes clear that Freeman is not alone. Standing around him are what appear to be around ten very intimidating looking security guards, dressed all in black. They stand silently, as Freeman himself stands in the middle. Surely if anybody was to try to get to Jason Freeman tonight, they would be unable as long as he remains with these men. It seems he had been ready for Danny Mainer, and while Mainer would surely want – NEED – revenge, he may not be able to get it. Of course, it would be impossible for Mainer to have peace before he makes Freeman pay, and perhaps this is what Freeman enjoys the most. Knowing that as much as Mainer must want a piece of him right now, he cannot have one.
Freeman begins to walk forward, finally opening the door and entering the arena. Once through those doors, it becomes an anything-goes environment. He had security, but Danny Mainer was lurking out there, and he knew he may be seeing him before long. But it was fine. Freeman’s plan had been executed flawlessly, as had happened so many times before. And now everything would continue to follow his plans. Freeman speaks to the men, his voice soft, but the camera able to pick it up (barely)
Freeman: Remember. Tonight Mainer does not come anywhere near me. Be aware. Be ready.
The first goal? Make it out of the arena alive. But beyond that, Freeman had much on his mind for tonight. He had done what he needed to do, and now he had to help the pieces all fall into place. And by the time he had finished his plans? Well, then his trip to the top of this company would be complete.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:18:57 GMT -5
THE LIBERTINES PRIME HOUR Credit: Danny Mainer/Jason Freeman Fireworks crash, bang and zoom all over the building as the introductory pyro’s of ACW Monday Night Warfare that are trademark of the weekly show play out for us on screen. The glorious explosive fanfare crossed with the official Monday Night Warfare theme song played out as the crowd goes wild for this stacked card and a fantastic night’s worth of entertainment panning out ahead of them. Soon the intro music dies down and in it’s place the sound of “Party Hard” by Andrew W.K. hits the speakers. They’re a little unsure of what to expect at first but when Mainer’s titantron hits the speakers they go absolutely ballistic with wild cheers for the world heavyweight champion. However it is important to notice that certain pockets of the crowd aren’t particularly sure and half-boo, half-cheer him after the revelations of last week regarding to his lecherous nature. Mainer is wearing a business suit for the first time in forever and has his world title with him.
Mainer walks down the entrance ramp with a weak smile on his face as he slaps hands with the adoring fans along the ramp side though his enthusiasm is particularly lacking as can be told by the lack of handshakes that he usually does. Running up the ropes, he climbs into the ring and as he stands up he rubs his long dark locks out of his eyes. Taking a microphone from Phillip Jones, he takes centre stage holding the title belt over his shoulder as the MainerManiacs chant their adoration for their hero and the undecided do whatever they feel like[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”If you’re completely autistic and can’t tell the difference between happy and sad, or if you didn’t see what’s been going on in my life lately I think it’s fairly safe to say to the world that I come out here tonight a troubled man. Things haven’t been going particularly well lately. Alright, granted, I am the world heavyweight champion. The people’s champion of all you wonderful men, women and children that fill out our arena each and every night but beyond that? Pssssht. Bombshell in the road. However, before I get into the heart of the matter I’d like to take a quick moment to talk about something serious. I’d like everyone to give a BIG round of applause for Jason Freeman. Yes, I’m deadly serious. Do it.”Hesitantly, most of the audience comply with his request though they don’t particularly want to. Mainer wipes his eye and returns to the microphone.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Yes, this is a sincere, GENUINE round of applause for a phenomenally talented young man. Y’see, in my three years as an ACW wrestler and in my four years as a professional wrestler I’ve found that in this business there’s always people who aren’t content with only beating you in the ring. They have to completely beat out anything you ever treasure and value from you until you end up a burnt-out husk like Tim Dwight. I congratulate Freeman tonight for his phenomenal talent to do this because he managed to accomplish in one night the one thing that Thunderkiss, Chris Phenomenal and even BK London couldn’t do and that’s break my spirit and ruin my life.”The crowd boo this self-pitying down talk as Mainer wallows in his own misery in the centre of the ring. Snapping his head up though, he quickly turns his tone.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Of course, I don’t give a shit about the wedding now. I don’t care that the love of my life has gone missing, or that she hates me. That shit doesn’t matter to me anymore, she could be dead for all I care. What REALLY matters to me is not the wedding but simply exacting justice against the people who wanted to fuck with me and for the first time in my life actually managed to succeed in doing just that. See, Jason Freeman wasn’t alone in this twisted scheme. Oh no, he had accomplices that helped stitch me up. EVERY ONE OF YOU KNOWS how much Caitlynn meant to me, how hard I fought to win her back and anyone who doubts me can go to Hell and simply not come back!”The die-hards cheer their hero, Mainer is relentless in his tirade as he goes from a sombre tone to now more aggressive and a little bit psychotic.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”But this isn’t about the fanbase... this is about the perpetrators who conspired to ruin my life with a lie. A simple lie and an effectively executed one using sabotage and thuggery but it worked liked a charm and I have to say, Freeman was a brilliant man to come up with it. However, the REAL credit goes to Charlotte & Raymond King who not only paid to set the camera up but also were the ones who destroyed my shower. Where’s your proof? I don’t have it but deep down in your hearts you KNOW it makes perfect sense and I swear I will hunt down each and everyone of these wicked pretenders for fucking with me and I WILL end them. Charlotte King? Watch your back. Raymond King? Watch your back. Jason Freeman? WATCH. YOUR. BACK. And I don’t care if-: Mainer...Mainer...Mainer... The voice echoes throughout the arena, as the fans all spin their heads towards the entrance ramp. They all recognize the voice...it is the voice of Jason Freeman, and the crowd begins to boo venomously. They had seen Jason Freeman arrive in the arena on the screen, but to see him in front of them brings forth more anger than before. As shown on the screen, Freeman is not alone. Following him are the security guards from before, and as Jason Freeman stands on the stage, the ten men stand in front of him – a clear barrier that will not allow anybody to pass, no matter who they are. Mainer had been angry before, but as Freeman stands in front of him he can barely contain his anger. Freeman continues to speak calmly as he holds the microphone up to his mouth.Freeman: I think that I and all of these fans have had enough of your rambling. The crowd boos, not feeling this way at all. Freeman merely shakes his head and holds his hand out to silence the crowd. They continue to boo, and he waits until they die down before he speaks once more.Freeman: I understand how you're feeling right now. I do. As for your accusations about "accomplices" I have no idea what you are talking about, but regardless, I can see where you're coming from. Is this true? Does Freeman truly not know anything about accomplices? Did Freeman really work alone? Mainer seems convinced that it was Charlotte and Raymond King...and they'd surely have motivation. But was it really them? It could go either way. There is no way to know for sure, but Mainer is inclined to believe that Freeman is merely lying. He wouldn't put it past him at all. The crowd doesn't care who ELSE was involved though. They know Freeman WAS, and they let him know their disapproval. Hearing the boos from the crowd doesn't do much to cheer up Mainer however, as it does nothing to change the situation.Freeman: You see, what I did was expose you for everything you are live in that ring last Monday night. I showed not only Caitlynn but all of these fans as well exactly what you are. You are a filthy liar. A snake. A cheat. And while these fans and even your former girlfriend thought that they could pretend that you had "changed", it was obvious to me that this just wasn't the case. I hope you aren't TOO angry though, because unfortunately...as you can see, you shall not be laying your hands on me tonight. These guards are more than prepared to deal with any situation that presents itself, and if you were to try anything you would find that out for yourself. So I suggest you move on with your life, if you have anything left to live for. [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”If you were even a fraction of the man you claimed to be you would get in this ring and talk to me face to face.”Freeman: Hmm...I could do that. But I won't. You see, I'm not stupid Mainer. What's funny is that I KNOW that you won't be satisfied until you lay your hands on me. You want revenge...and but you aren't going to be getting it. The best part about the situation is that I can say this to your face and it won't change anything. You just can't help it. You can't control yourself. In fact, I'd say you have about the same prowess in controlling your anger as you do in controlling your sex drive as you showed us just last Mond--- [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Alright THAT’S it. Better hope you can outrun a parkour expert because I’m going to come up there and I will GUT you. You’re out of line, you son of a bitch!”Freeman: Hm...We'll see about that. And suddenly Freeman smirks as he looks at the angry eyes of Danny Mainer, which of course causes Mainer to fume even further. Mainer has his fists on the top rope, and he clenches them so tightly that his arm practically begins to shake. Freeman shakes his head, and turns away, making his leave backstage, that smirk on his face and gleam in his eyes just burning into Mainer's brain. The security guards follow, as Mainer is left alone in the ring.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Fuuuuuuuck! Freeman, you keep running because one day or another I’m gonna’ find ya and I’m gonna’ get’cha!”Fade to black.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:20:24 GMT -5
The Bunker Credit: Jon Taylor Our scene opens on the street of where the main nightlife is based for the ACW Island. While ACW has only just returned to its home it is clear that things are back to normal with the street's restaurants, clubs and the like packed. The premier of the bunch is "The Bunker", we focus to see a couple being ID'd, and neither looks particularly pleased about it. It comes as no surprise that this pair is none other than Jon Taylor and his Girlfriend Daphne Stewart. Taylor looks even more incensed as the security guard insists that he pats him down for weapons and the like. Like Taylor would ever have one of those on him, eh! Taylor's expensive black leather jacket and dark blue rinse jeans are patted much to his dismay before being allowed past. The guard turns to Daphne who is wearing a very tight and revealing black dress which leaves very little to the imagination. However, he is promptly shot a dirty look and decides it best to leave it, allowing her to join her Boyfriend. The pair step into the club and make their way down the stairs, to be greeted by the now well known mix of "I Got A Feeling" By Black Eyed Peas. As they see the club full of twenty something’s off their heads on alcohol and worse, neither appears to be all that enthusiastic to be there. They both survey the area to see a nice puddle of vomit in one of the booths. Lovely. Daphne looks utterly disgusted and makes a noise indicating a thorough disapproval of the scene they have both stepped into. Taylor rolls his eyes and leads his Girlfriend over to the packed bar. Not in a mood to wait (not that he ever he is, mind) Taylor surges through, pushing anyone in his way to the side. As you can imagine instantly these men turn around ready for a fight fuelled by alcohol until they realise who it is. They offer apologies immediately though Taylor neither acknowledges nor cares about this. He gets to the front of the bar where an attractive bar maid stands waiting for the next customer. Bar maid: Hey, what can I get you sir?Taylor briefly scans the many bottles of spirits mounted to the walls. However, this is more out of spite to annoy the people around him as he knew exactly what he wanted before stepping into the club. Jon Taylor: Jack Daniels and Coke. Don't try to substitute it with any of that cheap knock off stuff, either. I can tell the difference.Bar maid: Of course, sir. Is there anything else?Taylor stays silent and content before receiving a sharp nudge to the ribs. He turns around frowning to see a pouting Daphne. Jon Taylor: Oh yeah, and I suppose you can throw in a French Martini for the lady, too. The Bar maid whips up the mixer and cocktail with quick efficiency before passing them to Taylor who settles up. Handing one over to the clearly annoyed Daphne they make their way through the club. Daphne Stewart:Thanks babe, how kind of you. I totally didn't expect you to buy me a drink!Clearly not appreciative of the sarcasm the easily irritated Taylor has to suck it up and not hit back. Jon Taylor: That's okay honey, you know you don't need to say thanks.Deciding that the dire atmosphere of the club is best avoided they make their way to the other side of the club and exit to the outside area. Here there are several tables on a deck. They sit down, staying quiet. Taylor is strangely unwilling to initiate conversation and leaves it to Daphne. Daphne Stewart: I'm glad to see ACW Island's premier club is so classy. Vomit on the floor, trainer wearing scruffs on the dance floor - what's not to like, babe?Jon Taylor: What the hell do you want me to say? I'm sorry we're not back in Beverly Hills? I'm sorry I brought you here in the first place? Daphne Stewart: Granted, both would make me feel a little better, but no.Jon Taylor: Good, because I didn't for a second plan on it.The pair engages in some sort of power struggle stare before Taylor glances away. He was always fighting a losing battle anyway. Daphne Stewart: I don't doubt it, having known you this long. However, we have more important things to talk about then discuss the state of this dump you have brought us to tonight.Jon Taylor: Riiiight, which would be? I know you can't resist a good bitch Daphne sighs. Daphne Stewart: Like what actually possessed you to even consider returning to ACW, period? Don't think I haven't noticed that you're now bringing in less than we would have done if I just stayed at my old job before foolishly agreeing to give it up to come with you.Jon Taylor: Nothing gets past you, does it honey?Daphne Stewart: Nope Now stop ignoring my question, babe.A sheepish looking Taylor seeing no way around surrenders with a response. Jon Taylor: I already told you why back in Beverly. Yes, in the short-term things may be a little different from the lifestyle we're accustomed too but as soon a few things go into to place it'll be just like old times again. That good enough for you?Daphne Stewart: It's all good and well saying things are going to come into place and that you'll be successful, but in case you didn't notice babe, it pretty much seems that everyone hates your guts here for some reason or another.Jon Taylor: And I wouldn't have it any other way!Sighing again Daphne is growing slightly frustrated with her Boyfriend. Daphne Stewart: Will you at least tell me what you have planned other than what we have discussed before?Jon Taylor: Nope.Daphne Stewart:What?! Why not? I'm your Girlfriend!Jon Taylor: Exactly, you do what your supposed to and look pretty while I do what I'm supposed to and come up with the plans. Alright?With things clearly not alright Daphne looks to reply but Taylor interject. Jon Taylor: Well this club is shit so I'm going to go take a piss and I'll meet you out the front, honey. And with that the very cheeky Taylor trots off leaving an incensed Daphne cursing as quietly as possible under her breath. It seems there may be a few kinks ( ) to work out in the relationship yet. Scene end.[/quote]
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:23:54 GMT -5
New Strategy (Ivan Boreanaz)
:: Our scene opens up to show Jeremy Alexander pacing around backstage with his mobile practically tied to his ear.
Jeremy Alexander: Yes he'd be available to go that far for a job. But it'd cost.
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Far more than that. Are you having a laugh?
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Find someone else to do your dirty work if that's all you're offering!
:: Jeremy angrily puts the phone down and puts it back into his pocket. That is before there is another call.
Jeremy Alexander: Hello?
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Speaking.
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We'd love to help. But the big question is...can you afford it?
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I can assure you he's worth it. Did you not see what he did last week? He literally annihilated that guy out there! He went to hospital with a dislocated shoulder and that was without Ivan even trying to break him.
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Well then there's no deal.
:: Jeremy rudely cuts the phone dead before turning, in exasperation, towards Ivan who has just been sitting in the corner with apparent intense focus.
Jeremy Alexander: I don't think some of these people truly understand what you can do yet, Ivan. Last week was good - no great - but we need to step it up against this...
:: Jeremy picks up a sheet of paper which has been dropped to one side to read of the name.
Jeremy Alexander: ...'Laron Xavier'. These...idiots...on the phone. They think that you might not be able to hack it against some of the better guys here.
:: At this Ivan shoots to his feet with speed unnatural for someone of his frame. He glares at his manager who has taken a step back and put his arms in the air innocently.
Jeremy Alexander: Come on now. You know that I know better than that. But I think it means we need to step things up this week.
Ivan Boreanaz: I will deee-stroy!
Jeremy Alexander: Yes. You will.
:: Jeremy smiles at his client.
Jeremy Alexander: You always do. But this week I think we might need to take an different approach. It might feel a little bit unnatural to you, but if you do it I know that the money will come rolling in. So yeah - this is what we're going to do...
:: Jeremy can't explain in time before his phone goes off.
Jeremy Alexander: Hello?
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Speaking.
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Of course we'd be willing to help.
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I think we could cope with him.
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And the rest.
:: The scene fades out with Jeremy Alexander grinning like the cat with all the cream in the world.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:25:43 GMT -5
The camera fades in, showing a wide angle of the crowd. Shining Star boots up as the crowd erupts. Buddy Ghee bursts from behind the curtain, all smiles, performing his usual fist roll. He walks down the aisle, giving high fives to as many people as he can, before rolling into the ring with his microphone. The crowd dies down, waiting to hear what Buddy has to say.
Buddy Ghee: Well, it finally happened! Finally! After two months of putting up with Teddy Dub's BS, with him screwing me over time and time again, I met him in the ring, and I finally won! I showed him who he was dealin' with! This poor boy from Harlem went over the trust-fund kid from Beverly Hills, or wherever. Where he comes from isn't important, but what IS important is that I took out the one gate that EVERYONE hates. In fact, I beat him so hard, I'm put off that I ain't got a parade comin' through right now! Streamers, confetti, funk, naked girls, where is that!? You guys should be out here congratulating me on a job well-
Cutting Buddy off, Westside fills the arena as fans cheer for Laron Xavier. The smile on Buddy's face instantly drops as Laron strolls out from behind the curtain, holding a microphone.
Laron Xavier: Brotha, ya’ talkin’ ‘bout da same ol’ shit over and over, and quite frankly, my ears are hurtin’! So why don’t ya move on or get da fuck out o’ da ring, cause I got a match t’ wrestle.
Buddy Ghee: Aw, I'm sorry. Here I am talkin' all about how I finally beat Teddy, but I should be talking about the best part of the whole thing!
Laron Xavier: Now ya talkin’ Nigga! Dat ova sized oaf from da 215 got fuckin’ lucky, ya know what I’m talkin’ ’bout Nigga! Ya se …
Buddy interrupts Laron.
Buddy Ghee: Ladies and gentlemen, I wanna talk about a man named TJ. You see, TJ was double booked at both the Crucible and a match with this turkey. And not only did he collar the Crucible, but he kept his title from it getting in the wrong hands. Now, I would've liked him to lose that so I'd be that much closer to the ET, but I don't want him to fall out because he got beat by... Well... That.
Laron Xavier: What da fuck ya talkin’ ‘bout Nigga!
Buddy Ghee: Well, TJ's a big guy. You just got a big mouth.
Laron Xavier: Ya? Fuck you Nigga. Yo shit be blacker den yo ass when I come down dere and show ya what da fuck dat I do t’ a Nigga dat runs his mouth!
Buddy Ghee: Really?
Buddy’s expression changes slightly. The cocky kid from Compton having interrupted his party.
Laron Xavier: Ya shook! Ain’t no such thing as … naw, fo’ get it. Ya ain’t shit Buddy Ghee, ya a Nigga livin’ in da past, peace and love brotha. Ya know what fuck you!
Buddy Ghee: Kid, I may have been born a few more brights ago than you, but just 'cause I'm older don't mean I still can't hand out an ass-whoopin'.
Laron Xavier: What you gon’ do, string me up in a tree? You aint white Nigga! Ya think ya can do it, I dare ya too.
Buddy Ghee: You sure about that, kid? I'm scared I might get collared off to jail for the ass-whoopin' you're about to get.
Laron gives a quick slap to Buddy's mouth. Buddy laughs it off before backhanding him across the cheek.
Buddy Ghee: Bitch, get outta my ring. I got a match comin' up, and I can't be bugged by some annoyin' icky like you, so go on home.
Laron corners Buddy in the turnbuckle. But he turns his eyes to the security guards that are coming into the ring to make sure this doesn't turn into a brawl. He thinks about whether or not he should go ahead and fight him, before shooting a punch right out to Buddy's nose. The security guards instantly grab him and hold him back as Buddy lunges at him, shooting a punch that lands right next to his eye. Security grabs him too, but they prove to be too wild to handle, as they break free at roughly the same time, falling to the ground, Buddy on top. After a couple of rights, Laron rolls him over and hits him with a few of his own before the security guard picks him up off of Buddy and carts him off behind the curtains.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:30:11 GMT -5
Match 1: Ivan Boreanaz vs Laron Xavier (Credit: Freeman)
The fans begin to prepare for what is sure to be an interesting opening contest. Ivan Boreanaz is a huge and dominant competitor, and he is facing the quick and resourceful Laron Xavier. Both of these men have not have many ACW contests to this date, and so this is an important match for both of them. Laron eyes his competition before moving in quickly. Boreanaz throws a punch, and then another, but Xavier manages to dodge both, before hitting a punch of his own that connects with the thick skull of Boreanaz. Boreanaz draws back a bit groggy, and Xavier comes forward once more. Boreanaz lunges forward for a strike, but Xavier ducks and uses Boreanaz’s own momentum to flip him over with a rolling hip toss! Xavier’s greatest strength is in his ability to use his agility to use his opponent’s strength against them, and he’s shown that already here. Ivan gets up a bit shakily, his inexperience in the ring showing perhaps. He growls and throws a lariat, but Laron ducks. As Ivan tries to regain his stance, Laron springboards off the second rope, giving him enough momentum to come down with a single hand bulldog that plants Ivan to the ground! Boreanaz starts to rise once more, and Laron backs up, the crowd fully behind him now. Laron runs forward for a cross body but Boreanaz throws his leg up, and connects with a big boot to Xavier!!! Xavier crashes to the ground, and Boreanaz throws his arms out and shouts, now ready to build some momentum here.
When in control, Boreanaz can be unstoppable. His kick connected perfectly, and now he comes down on top of Xavier and begins to hit him with some stiff mounted punches. Boreanaz drags Xavier to his feet, and pulls him in for some trapped headbutts, and then throws him over his head with a belly to belly suplex, Boreanaz finally gaining momentum here. As the next few minutes of the match roll on, Boreanaz keeps Xavier on the ground with stiff shots, and begins to punish his opponent. He even puts him in the Belgrade Kiss, hitting many stiff knees in addition to the front headlock, before Xavier stops struggling. Boreanaz, hoping that Xavier has been punished enough to end this goes for the cover but only gets 2. As Boreanaz lifts Xavier up, he then grabs him from behind for the backdrop driver, but Xavier counters by flipping to his feet, and rolls up Boreanaz from behind! 1….2….and Boreanaz just kicks out!
Xavier manages to hit a couple of offensive maneuvers, but once again the powerful Boreanaz gets the advantage, this time even hitting the MMA elbows he calls the Skull Crusher. Xavier lands on the ground, and Boreanaz manages to get him with a curb stomp, before getting on Xavier and absolutely brutalizing him. The fans are realizing that Boreanaz is going to be a force to be reckoned with in this company, and while Xavier tries to use his speed, it reaches a point where he seems to be finished off. Boreanaz lifts up Xavier for a powerbomb and runs forward to throw him into the turnbuckle…but Xavier slips off of the shoulders of Boreanaz! Xavier lands behind him, and when Boreanaz turns around Xavier spins with the Reverse Roundhouse! The kick connects, as the crowd goes wild. Boreanaz wobbles on his feet, but then runs forward going for a clothesline! Xavier dodges, and Boreanaz falls forward onto the ropes, the kick still making him groggy. Xavier then runs forward and grabs the ropes hitting the Tiger Faint kick which drives Boreanaz back in the ring! Boreanaz is wobbling on his feet, and so Xavier bounces off the ropes and comes back with the Shotei! The three moves in combination drive Boreanaz to the ground! Xavier yells for the fans, and they begin to cheer him on as he quickly drops into a pin! 1….2….3!
Phillip: Here is your winner, Laron Xavier!
The fans go wild at how Xavier was able to defeat the much larger opponent by sticking in there through all his offense, and taking his opening to shock the big man with a stiff combination! Xavier stands on the top rope and celebrates for the crowd, as Boreanaz stirs on the ground, finally beginning to come to after the kicks rocked his brains. Xavier knows that he’s just got a great win for his ACW career, and he knows that it was quite impressive…
Then out of nowhere, Ivan Boreanaz explodes forward with a lariat! The crowd boos as Xavier falls to the ground, and Boreanaz gets on top of him with some more punches.
McNally: This match was over, and now Boreanaz is attacking Xavier for his victory!
Boreanaz doesn’t care about the fans boos, as he drags Xavier to his feet and hits him with the backdrop driver! The crowd continues to boo as Boreanaz goes down and grabs Xavier, and begins to lock him in the crowbar! Xavier writhes in pain as the hold is locked in, but there is nothing he can do to escape it! The victory tonight goes to Xavier, but Boreanaz is not going to allow Xavier to be the last one standing. Finally the security and referees hit the ring and begin to force Boreanaz off, and drag him away from the fallen Xavier. They get Boreanaz out of the ring, and he continues to glare…but then turns away and raises his arms yelling into the air. The crowd boos, but there is nothing they can do. Boreanaz marches backstage, knowing that although he did not win the match, he was able to make sure his opponent was left demolished.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:33:02 GMT -5
Segment: An Incomplete Address (Credit: Senator, ??)
As the show returns, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the ring, microphone in hand as he addresses the public.
The Senator: People of Alpha Championship Wrestling, as Douglas MacArthur declared, I have returned! Yeah, yeah, I know, you have all heard this one before, many times before, heck, you heard me ramble on just last week about my return. Well, this time, I shall cut to the chase. I am here to make a challenge to anyone in the back who has never faced me before. For the most part, the competitors in ACW have seen ample time in the ring against yours truly, but there are still a few individuals who I have not been able to...
Senator however is unable to finish his sentence, as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits the PA system, and the fans go crazy as Dan White, the Welsh Dragon, walks out through the curtain. Senator sighs as he looks towards the stage and eyes his old foe as he walks down the ramp, sporting casual attire as he claps the hands of the crowd members closest to the barricades. White enters the ring, taking a microphone from one of the crew members ringside, before standing up and waiting for his music to fade.
Dan White: You didn’t think I’d let you have two weeks strutting around the ring like you own the place, did you?
Pop from the crowd, as Senator raises his eyebrows.
Dan White: Come on, the Welsh Dragon is back! Well technically I was all like back last week, but I didn’t get to have any personal time with the crowd! I was busy with other obligations. Hell, I shouldn’t even be here tonight, especially after I successfully represented ACW at UWC’s SuperMania on Saturday!
Brief pop to those who know what Dan is talking about.
Dan White: So I wasn’t supposed to be here tonight. But then I figured – why should you get all the fun? So I booked a cheap flight – and I mean cheap, our paycheques aren’t quite what they were this time last year – and I came over to say hello!
Senator wipes his forehead, looking down on the ground slightly, before looking up, with a somewhat serious expression on his face.
Senator: Well then, Mr. White, you do have some guts coming out here and interrupting me. Do you not remember the last time we were in a ring together? I am certainly sure that you are, since it was around this time last year...
Dan broadly grins from ear to ear as he’s reminded of their previous battle, a Hell in a Cell match for the World Title last Heatwave.
Senator: And as a consequence, you must realize that I am a man who does not let a grudge go lightly! You nearly ended my career for good, you practically left me a broken mess! I spent an entire year, yes, an entire year to recover from those injuries, and then you dare to appear out here and cut me off like that, I oughta take your filthy head off your shoulders and kick it into the rafters!
There’s a sudden hush as Senator lowers his microphone, immediately confronting Dan. The duo are less than a foot away from each other, standing off, and the tension immediately rises. This goes on for a couple of moments, before they both crack a smile, shaking each other’s hands and having a quick hug, to the cheers from the crowd.
Dan White: Senator, you know fine well that what happened last year is ancient history! But then so are we, we seem to be the only ones left!
Senator: That is correct. BK London left our little company, as had Jonny Spade, Atomic Kitsune, Latino, and Yoko is only here every now and again. Us old veterans from the old days are few and far between, and it does us no good to attempt rip each other to shreds and to allow the young'uns to pick up the scraps.
Dan White: Exactly, which makes me think. We have a bunch of young kids running around, showing off, and thinking that they’re the dog’s bollocks. Well never mind the bollocks, I reckon it’s time that we put them in their place, show them how to properly have a match!
Senator: ...I think I know where you are getting at, Mr. White...and I believe that as much as I would like to prove myself against the younger talent, this should be the finest method possible to demonstrate that both of us can still go.
Dan White: That’s great! Because I propose that in just over two week’s time at Hello Goodbye or whatever that silly little PPV is called, we have a match to truly get the buyrates up. Dan White vs. Senator Steve Phillips – Friendly Competition.
There’s a huge pop as Dan looks on at the Senator with hope, and Senator pauses for a moment, before cracking a smile, and shaking his old foe’s hand.
Senator: I would be delighted to show those whippersnappers a thing or two about how to wrestle. You have got yourself a deal!
There’s a huge cheer from the crowd as the duo smile at each other, confirming that this huge blockbuster of a match will go on at Hello Goodbye!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:34:01 GMT -5
Madness in MotionChris Phenomenal and The Scorpion
At Omega Effect, two men had a chance to make their dreams come true. For Chris Phenomenal, it was regaining his title, the ability to showcase that Danny Mainer's victory at Omega Effect was a mere fluke. He had preached that he was nothing, the perfect protagonist a simple moniker designed to hide his failures, his ineptitude. Yet he failed to come through on everything that was said, his failure making the legend of Danny Mainer even larger. For months he had dominated the scene of ACW, putting Dave Shadow and Thunderkiss in their place, followed by Matthew Irvine, three of ACW’s most popular men. Then, even in defeat, he had made many believe that Danny was simply a man that had gotten lucky. Now, that world was crashing down around him.
For The Scorpion, it was a catastrophic failure, a man who seemed destined to climb the ladder of success, literally, and now, nothing. To the bottom he goes, his only resolve that last year's runner up in The Crucible managed to win, to pull out the victory. With that said though, there is still a measure of reconciliation needed, for both men, though it would vary differently. That being said, there penance would coincide.--- Back at ringside, McNally and Edison are looking inwards towards each other as the camera come upon them.McNally: Ladies and Gentleman, last week we were surprised by the conspicuous absence of both Chris Phenomenal and The Scorpion from our programming, especially considering the results of Omega Effect. But at this moment, we’re going to present some chilling footage recorded last week that was recovered. Edison: I watched this footage earlier before we came on air and chilling doesn’t do it justice. We’ve seen some of the most demented things here in ACW, Yoko Satoshi cramming a tampon down the throat of BK London comes to mind but I think this might be the most vile. McNally: Ladies and gentleman, if you are watching with small children, I suggest you remove them from within viewing range. McNally pauses for a moment, allowing the younger ACW fans too be shielded from what is sure to be a vicious video.McNally: Ladies and gentleman, we say this at the beginning of every program, but again, viewer discretion, is advised. --- The scene opens in the backstage of the ACW Arena, long since abandoned but now brought back to life at the behest of Chairman Hawthorne. Deemed safe for inhabitation, things aren’t as they were before leaving. Many of the old rooms have been demolished, salvage and refuse removed and in many respects, a general air of tidyness fills the arena. With that said though, in the craters of the ACW Arena, the old rooms in the basement and sub basement are still alive and well, creepy as ever. The darkness is entirely consuming, except for one fleck of light at the end of the hall way. It doesn’t waver and appears to be coming from the last room.
Coming closer, the pounding sounds of a hammer slamming mercilessly into something can be heard along with the faint murmur of voices. As the light becomes brighter and the room’s contents within view, The Scorpion can be seen, standing atop two wooden beams, hammering at them, putting them together one on top of the other. Next to him is a massive metal spike, the light glancing off the sliver and providing a tad of glare off to the side.Scorpion: Impurities, defilement. Like Judah and Tamar, there sin will not go without punishment. “The harlot is more in the right than I am” says Judah, but alas, in this case the harlot is damned!With one final blow the beams come together as The Scorpion looks down, surveying his handy work. A bead of sweat falls from the long mane of hair right into his eye. Instead of brushing it away however, he allows the salt to sting against the mucus membrane of the optic lens, the pain once again trying to cleanse him. Abject failure is never to be accepted, yet the extremes to which The Scorpion takes the consequences would make Aleister Crowley crawl in his skin.
Smiling at his handy work, he grabs the spike and holds it up to the light and a sadistic smile comes across his face. The shine beams down onto his face, illuminating part in an almost angelic glow, the celestial light scoring around him. The first sect had fallen and yet total purity was but the way to accomplish the ultimate mission. The divine had left a goal for him, one that needed to be accomplished through whatever means necessary.The Scorpion: Failure is not an object, the ritual of purification must be observed, sin cleansed, inequities cast away. Though blood may shed, tears may fall, they pale to the alternative, the sulfurous flames torching the spirit until the end of the ages. The quest is nigh and by this spike, this instrument of human hands yet most destructive we shall observe the chosen one returned to favor in the eyes of the divine. Looking at the fatal instrument one last time, he grabs the spike and kneels next to the cross and grab the mallet next to him. He places his hand underneath some form of clamp before placing the spike into it loosely; enough to allow it to be driven down but not to escape from it’s place. Taking a deep breath, he looks towards the heavens before grabbing the mallet and looking down once more.
From the side however, a shadow appears in the room, casting him slightly into darkness. So focused on his deed however, he takes no notice, allowing the unknown figure to stand alone and watch Scorpion drive the spike into his wrist the first time, no blood spouting out as the spike prevents any from escaping. As the mallet raises a second time, the unknown figure replaces the silence with his voice.: Do you think you scare people with your masochism? Or is it like every other angst ridden human, desiring for some release, for attention, for anything and they think the only way they can get it is through self degradation. Turning to his right, The Scorpion looks square into the face of Chris Phenomenal, standing shirtless, his hair in a unkempt mess. His body is still covered in marks from the hellacious match with Danny Mainer at Omega Effect, not unlike that of The Scorpion, whom drops the mallet.The Scorpion: You would dare interrupt such a ritual? Chris Phenomenal: I think it’s pretty obvious, I don’t see anyone else around. The Scorpion sneers at Chris Phenomenal who routinely shrugs his shoulders.Chris Phenomenal: That said, who am I to deny you of some orgasmic release from the torture you inflict upon yourself. The Scorpion: The act is not carnal but spiritual, a dedication to perfection that likes of you could never comprehend. Chris Phenomenal: And so is sex magick, Mr. Crowley! With that Chris pulls from behind his back, a long leather strap and slams it across the face of The Scorpion, who is unable to bat it away, his wrist still nailed to the wooden plank.Chris Phenomenal: You see, you have something I want, no, something I need and I’m going to take it from you, one way or another. Another slap as Scorpion is unable to get his left hand across his body to protect himself.The Scorpion: You know not who you offend, that you degrade the Lord of hosts by your very presence. Go ahead, achieve your manifested glory, for the power of the lord shall strike you down... Chris Phenomenal: The Lord of Hosts eh? Well, let me show you what I think of the Lord of Hosts, and his servant! Chris drops the whip and grabs Scorpion by his hair and begins to slam his fist into his forehead, Scorpion trying to defend himself but unable too. Chris rains down blows uninterrupted until he cuts open The Scorpion's forehead clear across the brow. As the blood begins to pour, Chris runs his palms through it and wipes it across his bare chest.Chris Phenomenal: Don’t think I’ve not seen what you’ve done, talking about purification, of your messianic mission. Every time you beat yourself to within an inch of your life you feel it makes you stronger. Well let me ask you something, how strong do you feel now? The Scorpion continues to take the blows in silence as Chris focuses on ripping the flesh from Scorpion's head before finally relenting and getting up. He looks down at The Scorpion and smiles slightly before pulling out a cloth and a small vial of some form of clear liquid. Opening it up, he pours it into the cloth as The Scorpion looks on, knowing fully what is about to come but unable to fight back with only one free arm. Chris takes the cloth, holds it for a second and then thrusts it into the face of The Scorpion, who doesn’t fight, whether out of acceptance, exhaustion, or a resignation to whatever about to befall him is simply an act from the almighty.
Slowly he begins to fade as Chris watches the light extinguish in his eyes before dropping the cloth and walking away, knowing full well that The Scorpion has been rendered incapacitated. As he leaves the room, blood stained torso and whip in hand, he fails to look behind him. As he departs, The Scorpion strains and slowly raises his head from the floor long enough to utter a single word.The Scorpion: Seraph... The said, The Scorpion then falls once more and lies unconscious as the scene fades to black. --- Cutting away from the footage, we don’t return to McNally and Edison, but instead Kevin Anderson standing next to Chris Phenomenal.Kevin Anderson: Chris, I was wondering if you had any comment on what we just saw. Chris Phenomenal: I do, but not to you. I’ve got something to say and everyone needs to hear it. With that, Chris walks away, heading in the general vicinity of the ring.McNally: Eddie, it looks like Chris Phenomenal is coming out here. Edison: I don’t know what exactly is rolling through his mind, but whatever is happen, I’m on bated ear. McNally: I’m in absolute accordance. Ladies and gentleman, please don’t change the channel as Chris Phenomenal speaks after this! Monday Night Warfare, cuts to commercial.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:34:34 GMT -5
Madness in Action Chris Phenomenal and The Scorpion
Returning from commercial break, immediately the sounds of Hate Me Now begin to fill the arena as the crowd looks on, the visual images of Chris Phenomenal rotating around the Alphatron giving them clues as to who is about to emerge and immediately they begin to jeer the former world champion. As the hook hits, Chris Phenomenal strolls from the back, a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans. He doesn’t pay any attention to the fans and simply slides into the ring and heading right across towards Phillip Jones who passes up his microphone to Chris. He turns around and steps towards the middle of the ring, watching the rolling clips as slowly his music fades away. As it does though, the booing becomes more noticeable, segments of it re-invigorated when he raises the microphone to his lips. Chris pauses for a brief second before simply going ahead.
Chris Phenomenal: You all saw what I did last week and the first question, likely the only one is why? Why would I go after The Scorpion instead of Danny Mainer, who made me look like an idiot at Omega Effect VI. I spent three months making sure that everyone knew what type of man that Danny Mainer truly was, that behind his façade as a stand up man, the monikers he uses to hide his inequities that he was simply a little man, in over his head.
Yet once again, like Genocide, like Fallen Heroes, that little slime ball proved to be my un doing, he proved to be my kryptonite. He managed to make sure that he had his Omega Effect moment in front of his family, in front of his friends while I was left looking at him wondering, what in the hell happened. I was stuck wondering what made the man who has done nothing of consequence in his entire career, has been forever known as a bridesmaid was suddenly able to beat me. He didn’t cheat, he didn’t have any one helping him, he was simply …
Better.
Chris pauses for a moment for effect, letting his words sink in.
Chris Phenomenal: Something so far-fetched, so ludicrous, so far from the norm and yet it appeared to be true. Thrice we have done battle and thrice he has one upped me. Many would say it’s high time I gave up, that I sat and waited until someone else got the spotlight for me to steal, that I would be wasting my time trying to be Danny Mainer, the Perfect Protagonist, the man who seemingly has it all going for him.
They pointed out that Jason Freeman is next in line, that he is deserving of the shot at the title and afterwards I would get another chance to validate myself by proving that everything I have said about Jason Freeman, that he is a two-bit wrestler, a good for nothing sleezeball, a man who shows up for Omega Effect and never again, and while that is true, my focus is not on him, nor is it on Danny Mainer.
Chris looks out at the crowd and slowly removes the sweater he is wearing and shows the crowd the blood that still lies on his chest.
Chris Phenomenal: By this blood I made a covenant with Scorpion. By this blood I showed the world just what I am, a man who will stop at nothing. This is no longer about the title, this is no longer about Danny Mainer or Jason Freeman, it’s about our own Personal Jesus, The Scorpion.
He’s declared himself in so few words our messiah, forced us to witness acts so barbaric that we see them over and over in our sleep. Every time you think he’s crossed the line, he’s simply pushed it twenty years down field, even further to approach. He’s made himself into this being who might lose once in a while, but you don’t want to cross him after he does because he will stop at nothing to gain some measure of revenge, to get his comeuppance.
If I were to walk around the concourse and ask each and everyone of you, who on the ACW Roster scared you the most, it would be The Scorpion. If I asked everyone in the back, it would be The Scorpion. For almost a year, the answer would have been me, my track record with Dave Shadow, Jay Tyler, putting them into a coma. Doing the unthinkable and abducting Alicia Kitsune and risking to draw her ire. Walking into the lions den of California and taking on Thunderkiss in front of twenty thousand raging lunatics who craved my blood and I did it without blinking and now …
Now I’m an afterthought.
Again, a pause for effect.
Chris Phenomenal: I’m not going to stand idle and let someone trod on my reputation, I’m not going to let someone think they can get the better of Chris Phenomenal. I could demand my rematch against Danny Mainer or I could decide to take down Freeman and his band of lunatics. Hell, for all that matters I could take down Benedict Arnold himself, Senator Steven Q Phillips but I’m not. In due course I will, I’m going to get back everything that has been taken from me, starting with The Scorpion, starting with…
Chris is interrupted as there’s a slight buzz from the Alphatron and slowly, Scorpion, lying in the same position he was left in earlier is seen, prone, his wrist still nailed to the cross. He’s like that for a moment when suddenly his eyes flicker open, staring right down at Chris Phenomenal who stands in the ring, shocked to his very core. As the shot fickers away, The Human Stain by Kamelot begins to fill the arena as Chris looks up the ramp, the shock turning to anger.
Chris Phenomenal: No! I put you away! You’re gone, I beat you, I beat you!!!
His impassioned plea does nothing as The Scorpion appears at the top of the ramp, a single white rose in his hand, freed from the cross he had fashioned for himself. He stares focused down at Chris, malice in his eyes as Chris has reached near hysterics.
Chris Phenomenal: You’re not here, I flogged you, you were crucified, sour wine. You can’t …
Chris is muted as The Scorpion raises his arm and shows the wound on his wrist. In his hand is the white rose and with no acknowledgement of Chris he drops the rose to the floor at his feet. As it falls, so does a single drop of blood from the wound and hit’s the rose perfectly, the red coming in deep contrast with the white of the rose. He turns his back on Chris and walks through the curtains as Chris stares up at him, the anger having to turned to hysterics and now to something which appears to be resembling fear as he stares up at the blood stained rose.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:37:43 GMT -5
Segment: And So It Begins. Credit: Theodore Wellington/Jason Freeman Warfare is going off without a problem as usual. Who am I kidding, Warfare is crazy, uncontrollable, and filled with problem which is the reason fans tune in! However, the fans haven’t seen anything yet because something special is in store for them. They sit there waiting for the commercials to end, totally unaware for what is about to happen before their eyes. As we come back, they don’t have to wait long before….“I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT”The fans have a mixed reaction as they have never heard this music before but are intrigued on who it belongs to. You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoesThe fans are still waiting but not for long as a limo pulls out into the arena! The limo gets as close to the ring as it can before stopping. The door flies open but no when gets out. Out of nowhere the spotlight goes to the hood of the limo and Theodore Wellington is standing on top of it! The fans give out a really big mixed reaction as they stare at him in shock. He is wearing a white suite with a blue shirt underneath it. He makes his way down to the ring and climbs the stairs before ducking in.
He grabs a mic and goes to the middle of the ring. Before he says a word he leans on the ropes and motions to the Alphatron that begins playing a replay of The Crucible from OE6. The camera cuts and we go back to the ring and Wellington. He goes to talk but stops and point the mic back at the Alphatron which now begins to play a replay from his match with Ghee at OE6. The crowd turns it attention back to Theodore who is in the middle of the ring still. He shakes his head and looks disappointed seeing it all over again. Theodore Wellington: Oh wait, there is more. Theodore Wellington: So, now that we have all relived my fast downward spiral…lets discuss. I had a chance to win the biggest match of my career, The Crucible…and GARUNTEE myself the World Title. Did I? No. Because Ryan Cole…my so called “allie” decided to take me down instead of us working together. Neither of us won that match so I hope your proud of yourself. A couple of “TJ” chants fill the arena as the fans honor the soul of Philly. Wellington shakes his head but continues speaking.Theodore Wellington: Then I lost to Ghee…that one is on me. I had that ghetto blaster beat until I slipped up. One day I’ll get another shot at him and I won’t make mistakes this time. However, what was worse than losing to that hoodlum?? Jason Freeman having the balls to throw me out of the alliance we had formed. Who does he think he is? All of this is his fault anyway! I was rolling through ACW dominating the rankings and showing everyone that I am TRULY genetically superior to EVERYONE in this place before Freeman came into the picture. Once I started listening to him everything changed and I slowly started going downhill…well guess what…I’m back on track and somebody is going to pay. The crowd actually lets out a little cheer. Not because they like Wellington or even can stand him. Honestly the fans don’t agree with 99% of the things Wellington is saying…however that 1% they do agree with is enough to garner some support. The unnamed alliance that has grown recently was becoming even more annoying than him. Theodore Wellington: So where do I start? Do I start with Cole…the man who cost me the Crucible and turned his back on me? Do I start with Taylor…the man who thought he was good enough to take my spot but will never be able to fill my shoes? How about starting with Freeman…the man talked me into this situation? Or what about the big bad Senator…the big fish in a little pond? Well I personally think I’m going after…. Before he can fill us in on who wants the most, "Ugly" by The Exies hits the speakers and none other than Jason Freeman saunters onto the stage. Freeman is accompanied by the security guards who have followed him around the whole arena, and they turn around to make sure that nobody is going to attack Freeman from behind. The fans begin to boo instantly, as this is the second time Freeman has appeared on the stage unwanted. He has a mic already and raises it to talk as Wellington glares at him from the ring. Freeman: Well, well, well…what do we have here? Theodore Wellington in the middle of the ring, whining and complaining – something new? You said something before. That this was MY fault. Well I’ve thought about it, and I suppose you’re right. All this happened because I THOUGHT that you had what it takes to be on the top - but I guess I was wrong. Well I suppose that even the greatest men in this world can make mistakes. You certainly gave off the illusion that you embodied what I was looking for, but all the while it wass really just one big show. You proved yourself useless, just like most much of the rest of this company, and I realized I never should have given you an offer you didn’t deserve in the first place. Choosing Taylor over you was the best thing I did for myself and this group, and I can assure you that you will not be missed. The crowd watches intriguingly as the two glare at each other. Wellington shakes his head and smiles as Freeman looks confused at the ring.Freeman: Something funny? Theodore Wellington: Well yes, something is funny....you. You’re giving me advice on my career? You’re telling me who has what it takes it to be a champ or not? You’ve been here for almost five years and all you have done is what you are doing now, stayed safely in Senators shadow. Well guess what? The old man’s time is almost up and once your alliance is beaten down and destroyed, no one will be there to protect you. And when that day comes…I will be there. Freeman: Now Wellington, you surprise me. I know your father’s money must have gotten you a nice education…so you have to be smart enough to know that coming after four of the greatest wrestlers in this company by yourself is not a smart move. If you could even consider the idea, it proves I was more incorrect than I even knew in believing that you had what it took to be associated with me. It’s time for you to cut your losses. Forget about it. Your chance has passed - move on. Theodore once again begins to smile and laugh in the ring seemingly frustrating Freeman even more. Theodore Wellington: You’re right Freeman…my father’s money did get me a great education amongst many other things. So what I learned is that you are right, going after you four would be tough by myself…but I don’t need to, because I can afford an army. Freeman looks puzzled at Wellington who just stands there grinning. The Serbian National Anthem blasts on the speakers and Freemans face turns to shock as the fans silently watch as "The Belgrade Bruiser" Ivan Boreanaz comes through the crowd and hops over the railing with his manager, Jeremy Alexander, at his side. He walks right in front of the ring and stares up the ramp at Freeman with a glare.Theodore Wellington: Meet my new friend, Ivan. You know what Freeman…why make you wait for your beating? Let’s start with you. How about you come down to this ring right now and take your beating like a man? Freeman looks at the ring, glancing between Wellington and the 6’6 hit man he has now hired. He drops the mic and it seems like he is going to march his way to the ring before he suddenly stops half way down the ramp. He looks around for a minute before shaking his head, as the crowd boos (they had been hoping to see Freeman get what was coming to him). Freeman is a smart man, and he realizes that at the moment the numbers are against him. When he looks at Wellington with those cold eyes, perhaps he is already plotting his next move. Perhaps he already is planning how he is going to deal with this unexpected situation. But in any case, he slowly starts backing up the ramp as Wellington smirks and waves good bye. Freeman gets to the top and looks at Wellington one more time, before turning away as the security gets ready to follow. Before Freeman gets backstage however, Wellington is able to get one more line in.Theodore Wellington: Oh and Freeman…tell your friends that me and Ivan will be seeing them REAL soon. With that Freeman disappears behind the curtain as the camera zooms in on Wellington…finally showing that he has a passion for something other than money. Jeremy and Wellington share a hand shake as the fans stare intriqued at what they just saw and wonder…is Wellington’s anger and monster gun for hire enough to slow down Senator, Freeman, Taylor, and Cole? And who will his first target be? We get one more shot of Wellington and Ivan before the scene fades.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:40:11 GMT -5
Not Acceptable (Ivan Boreanaz)
:: The segment opens inside Samuel Hawthorne's office. Opposite sits Jeremy Alexander who has Ivan Boreanaz standing over his shoulder watching on. Jeremy looks totally at home as he lounges around in the comfortable chair and looks the office up and down.
Jeremy Alexander: My thoughts from my visit last minute are the same; this is a very nice office.
Samuel Hawthorne: Thank you. But flattery doesn't get you very far in business.
Jeremy Alexander: You'd be surprised.
:: Jeremy smiles at Samuel who is still trying to gage how best to deal with this new manager.
Samuel Hawthorne: And what exactly do you want to achieve with this flattery then?
Jeremy Alexander: What every business man wants to get.
:: Jeremy leans forward and smiles at Samuel before practically whispering to him.
Jeremy Alexander: I want it all.
Samuel Hawthorne: Every businessman also knows that you can't have it all.
Jeremy Alexander: Well maybe that's where the businessmen of the past have gone wrong. Because I assure you Samuel Hawthorne. That I will have it all.
Samuel Hawthorne: And what are you going to start with, huh? You're not on particularly sure foundations to build some sort of empire.
Jeremy Alexander: That ground work has long since finished.
Samuel Hawthorne: Then why are you here?
:: JA doesn't answer. He merely leans back and smiles.
Samuel Hawthorne: What do you need from me?
:: JA just continues to smile which infuriates Hawthorne.
Samuel Hawthorne: I'm warning you. You're trying my patience now.
Jeremy Alexander: But you already know what I want. Contracts for Ivan and myself.
Samuel Hawthorne: You already have those. After last week I faxed them to your offices.
:: Jeremy's face changes instantly to a scowl as he reaches into his jacket pocket to get the contracts and he slams them down on Hawthorne's desk.
Jeremy Alexander: They are unnaceptable!
:: Jeremy slams his fist on the desk in front of him as well, just to increase the drama of the situation.
Jeremy Alexander: I don't think you realise just what's sitting in front of you right now! This is your personal ticket to the bank. We are a goldmine.
Samuel Hawthorne: The contract is perfectly acceptable. What's wrong with it?
Jeremy Alexander: The wages! We are worth that combined sum ten times over...each!
:: Hawthorne takes a moment to think and rocks back in his own chair.
Samuel Hawthorne: Well you're yet to prove it. After Ivan's loss tonight that sum might even decrease if you don't sign them right now.
:: Ivan Boreanaz takes a step towards Hawthorne but Jeremy holds out an arm to stop him. Jerely gets to he feet and picks up the contracts and a pen. He passes one of the contracts over to Ivan before glancing through his again. Hawthorne sits there smiling. But his facial expression changes instantly when Jeremy drops the pen and rips his contract up into two...then four! He drops the torn paper to the floor and it spreads out.
Jeremy Alexander: No, I really do think you need to reconsider.
:: Ivan literally takes a bite out of his contract to rip it up before spitting it towards Hawthorne.
Jeremy Alexander: Information is key in business and I think that you really need to do some more research. And if you don't want to do that the very least you could do is get your facts straight about things which are happening right under your own nose. I.e. Ivan's "loss". And when you've figured everything out and pieced it all together - probably with a nudge in the right direction from yours truly - you will be offering two new contracts. I expect this issue to be resolved before the next show, Mr. Hawthorne. I don't think you want to make an enemy of me at such an early stage.
:: Hawthorne glares at the gobby manager as the segment fades to black.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:42:05 GMT -5
Segment: Introductions (Credit: Freeman/Senator/Cole/Taylor)
The wrestling world had a lot to talk about after last Monday night. One of those many topics was the recent return of Jon Taylor to ACW, as he aligned himself with Jason Freeman and assisted him in his match against TJ. This addition to the group was a replacement to Theodore Wellington, and Freeman had apparently been quite pleased. This was more that could be said from Freeman’s other stablemates. Well, Steve Phillips more specifically. Perhaps things would have been different Freeman communicated with his allies before making a decision, but in actuality Freeman had told them nothing. It is this that brings Senator Steve Phillips to await Freeman with something to get off of his chest – before finding Ryan Cole in the locker-room as well.
Ryan Cole has a big night tonight. By far the biggest night of his career. The Crucible had been a big night for sure, a chance for a world championship match. But would a win against the world champion not count for just as much? If he could pull off the victory tonight his stock would skyrocket. He looks up as Phillips walks in, mumbling to himself.
The Senator: The nerve of that absurdly arrogant brat!
Cole: The nerve of who now?
Senator: Who could you possibly think? Out of all the men in the world…he picks that insufferable gnat, Jon Taylor!
Cole:Ah, The great Senator isn't a fan, I presume?
Senator: Jon Taylor and I have quite the history, you might say. I unfortunately was acquainted with the inconsistent bum in the past, but when he was unceremoniously ejected from ACW, I figured that I would never behold his loud-mouthed face again…but apparently that was not to be. Nevertheless, I would find it much easier to deal with his re-appearance had I not been forced to be allied with him, and had this deal sprung on me without my prior knowledge!
Cole: Well, that’s---
It is just at that moment that the door opens, and both men in the room look up to see Jason Freeman himself. He of course, as he was earlier tonight, is surrounded by a security force – and a very intimidating one indeed. And next to Jason Freeman is the man in question himself. Jon Taylor. Freeman raises his eyes to look at the two men in the room, but Phillips is looking straight at Jon Taylor, and Jon Taylor just smirks at him in response. For a brief moment nothing is said, and the tension fills the room. Perhaps Freeman is enjoying this tension. Perhaps in some way he was even looking forward to it. It is no secret that he has been at odds with the Senator, and maybe in his mind he finds this an assertion of his dominance. It is obvious from Taylor’s face that the history between the two men was not forgotten by him as well.
Freeman waits a moment before he finally speaks, as he motions Taylor to enter the room further and points to him.
Freeman: I would like to formally introduce the next member of our dominant group. Jon Taylor. This is Ryan Cole, and Steve Phillips. Though I believe you two have met?
Senator: You could say that. Listen here, Mr. Freeman, how did you think I was going to react to this news? Do you think you are playing some sort of a game of oneupsmanship here? You know full well that I would never work in a unit with that perpetual imbecile standing next to you, and I find it interesting you chose not to consult me before you made this very daring choice. I have half a mind to knock your teeth in where you stand! Both of you, in fact. Is this how it is going to be, Mr. Freeman? You continue to butt heads with me? Well, let me warn you that if these pitiful little games continue, I will have no problem leaving you in the dust.
Jon Taylor: Surprise surprise, seems like the old man is all cranky again. What's up, Steve, not had your afternoon nap yet?
Senator: And surprise, surprise you are the same intolerable, immature person that you always were, always shall be.
Taylor looks triumphant with a grin on his as Senator looks quite distressed.
Jon Taylor: Damn right, Steve! I'm still the same old Jon Taylor that took your International Championship from you and the same one you have never beat one on one since! Oooooh, is that why someone is all upset? Still nursing a bruised ego, I see. I would have thought after all these years of experience you have you'd have enough sense to let go of what you can't ever attain again, haha!
Senator: Hmph. My vehement distaste for you has no relation at all to a belt, which I did hold longer than anyone else in ACW history, or for occurrences in the ring. Instead, my distaste stems from your actions outside the ring, from the persona that you have constructed for yourself, to the very side of the industry that you represent. Well, Freeman, I suppose if this was supposed to prove a point you have done your job well. But this is not going to change a thing. If you are displeased with my methods of assistance and participation, that is understandable, and we can work things out in due time. But to bring in Jon Taylor…of all the men in the world, you decide to bring in Jon Taylor! Jon Taylor, that scourge of the locker room, that enemy of good will!
Freeman: This has nothing to do with you. I’m shocked you could be so arrogant. I brought in the man I thought would help our group the most. Perhaps he’s right Phillips, maybe you should swallow your pride and do what’s in the best interest of the group. Oh wait, I forgot - you have a problem with that, hm?
Senator: I have a feeling I know a lot more about what is in the best interest in the group than you do, and this situation we have found ourselves in is proof enough. To make this sort of a major by yourself...I want nothing more to do with you tonight, nothing at all. You hired me to work with you on strategic matters, to help you make decisions! How am I supposed to help you with decisions when you lock me out of the process, out of the very thing you hired me to aid you on? I need some time to ponder this later turn of events…But no matter what happens from here on in, while I still will remain with the group due to the vast potential that you have, I most certainly shall not be doing any dirty work that associates me with Jon Taylor. And THAT is nothing but the truth…I can promise you that.
And with that, the Senator takes his exit, barging his way past Freeman’s security force, obviously furious at the situation. Freeman watches him go, with a bit of a gleam in his eyes, and it is obvious that Freeman did in fact enjoy the anger that Phillips displayed. Taylor seems to have a gleam in his eyes as well, watching his one-time rival leave the room. Ryan Cole however, had merely been observing. He had not been around for Jon Taylor, who was before his time in ACW. He knows of him, sure, but had never encountered him face to face…and he wasn’t too sure he liked this new addition. Something about Jon Taylor was different than Theodore Wellington was. Cole didn’t know exactly what, but it was bothering him. Perhaps it was that Jon Taylor may be a threat to his spot...and he was not willing to give that up.
Jon Taylor: Well, that went as expected. The stubborn has only got even more stubborn, I see.
Cole: Well…while Phillips may not be eager to work with you, I’ll have no problem with you as long as you keep in line and stay out of my way. Wellington got in my way. Look at what happened to him.
Jon Taylor: Wait..wait - did you hear that, honey? The rookie thinks he's on the same level as me, how cute!
Cole glares as Taylor grins at his girlfriend.
Jon Taylor: Yeah, I know honey, for some strange reason this kid thinks he's the same calibre as me. Right. Kid, do you REALLY need me to reel off all my accomplishments for you right now to just understand how much of a privilege it is for you to have the opportunity to learn from someone of my standing?
Ryan Cole has a pretty sizable list of things he dislikes, but being called “kid” is probably near the top of it. At this sign of disrespect, Cole snarls.
Cole: You've been gone from this company a long time, and no matter who you WERE, while you’re facing Gary tonight, I’ve got a match against the world champion.
Jon Taylor: Oh yeah? Well then why don’t you tell me some of your major victories? Hmm, don’t have any? Well, kid, that man who just walked out of the room? Senator Steve Phillips – former multi-time world champion? Well, I defeated him and took his International title belt - in his record breaking reign. That World Champion you’re facing tonight? I’ve beat him, and taken his belt from him too.
Cole: That was then and this is now. Remember it Taylor.
Freeman: Enough. This is ridiculous. Let us not have more dissension than we need. Jon Taylor, tonight I want you to make sure that you make an example of Gary. Let’s show the world the brutality you can bring to the ring…and Ryan Cole, tonight you DO face the world champ. I want you to beat him.
Cole: Do you think I would let a chance like this pass? Oh And Freeman...What you did last week during his wedding… I...
Freeman reflects on the memory of last Monday…and for him it is a good one. He certainly made an impression on one Danny Mainer.
Freeman: Yes?
Cole: Brilliant.
Freeman smirks for a second, amused by this. The minds of these men were very similar to his own...which could be a good thing...or a very bad thing.
Freeman: Of course. And I am sure I am not yet done with Danny Mainer. But tonight it’s your turn. Deal another blow. Let him know that if he truly wants to come for me he is going to be dealing with the most powerful group of wrestlers in this company.
Cole: Trust me. I will. Tonight these fans will witness me pinning the world champion in that ring and I promise it'll be something for them to remember.
Taylor can't help but let out a fit of laughter.
Jon Taylor: My bad..
Cole: Taylor,by the end of tonight you wont be laughing.
Jon Taylor: I didn't say anything, kid.
Cole turns his head towards Taylor (who had just leaned in to mumble something to Daphne) and glares, stepping towards him.
Cole: You didn't say anything? How about i say something you arrogant-.
Freeman: Did you hear me? I said enough of this. Taylor, come with me, why don’t we discuss some minor issues? And Cole? You get to preparing. You have a big night tonight to be sure. Our group is complete and it is time for us to rise to dominance starting with Mainer’s defeat at your hands tonight. You WILL win.
And with that Freeman turns away, and Taylor follows as they exit the room, security force following. Ryan Cole waits alone glaring after Jon Taylor before clearing his mind and getting ready to prepare for his match. So it seems that Taylor’s addition has been a bit of a controversial one, and he has not exactly hit it off with his stablemates. It is amazing how this group can remain together, despite how high the tensions run. Will Jon Taylor be the piece that causes them to implode or will they become a destructive force that cannot be stopped? If these four men can remain on the same page, they will be nearly unstoppable, but if they cannot, then this group won’t last the month. It is going to be a very trying time for all of them indeed…
Fade.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:43:16 GMT -5
Bad Mr. Red (Red)
”Welcome to the Jungle” hits the speakers and the crowd starts to cheer as Mr. Red comes out onto the stage. He is wearing his expensive suit for back to back weeks. He walks down the ramp toward the ring with a less than happy look on his face. A fan reaches out to high five Red, his hand brushes against Red’s arm. Mr. Red turns and slaps the fan’s hand with force. The fan looks at Red with a pissed off look and starts to mouth off to the 3 time Entertainment Champion. Before he finishes his sentence he is met with a cold hard slap from the wrestler. The slap knocks the fan back down into his seat as the boos start to reign heavy on the ACW star. Mr. Red continues his walk to the ring and steps inside. He gazes out at the masses of angry fans and raises his middle finger with a grin on his face. He looks over at the ring announcer and demands his mic. Phillip Jones tosses the mic up to Red.
Mr. Red: To that fan over there. I told you last week that I want no part of you until I get my world championship. That means don’t fucking touch me. That hard for you to understand? Perhaps next time I will beat some understanding into your sorry ass.
The crowd begins to chant “Fck you Red!” clap clap clapclapclap. He begins to laugh as they chant.
Red: That supposed to make me feel bad? Is that supposed to stop and make me rethink myself? Kiss my ass. Every last one of you.
Mr. Red then turns around and stares at Phillip Jones. His eyes narrow at the ring announcer.
Mr. Red: How come I didn’t get an introduction? Why did you snub me like that? Get your ass in here. I need to have a word with you.
Phillip climbs the steps and gets into the ring. He walks up to Red and holds his arms up to say “what?”
Mr. Red: I demand my introduction. Just like your pitiful ass does with every other ACW wrestler.
Jones: Ladies and gentleman, from Columbus, Ohio, Miiiisstter Reeeed!!
Mr. Red: No no no. You need to start saying “future ACW world champion.”
Jones: I don’t make special exceptions. Once you win the world title, I will introduce you as such. You haven’t won anything of that level yet and as far as I give a damn, you won’t win anything anytime soon.
Mr. Red grabs Phillips by the shirt collar and pulls him in menacingly.
Mr. Red: Listen here you little pecker head. I don’t care what your “little policy” is. When I say you are going to introduce me as the future world champion then I expect you to do so.
He lets go of Phillip and pushes him back.
Jones: Ladies and gentleman, from Columbus, Ohio, Miiiiiister Reee - - oof.
Phillip is met with a rough kick to the upper chest by the former Entertainment champ. He stumbles back and falls to the mat. He clutches his chest and looks up at Red, who is staring down at him with a look of anger. Red grabs Phillip and drags him to his feet. He lifts Jones onto his shoulders and hits him with a sick Drop of Red.
Mr. Red: Next time you introduce me as I told you to.
Red climbs out of the ring and walks up the aisle. Fans heckle him as he makes his way up the ramp. He ignores them and straightens his tie. He walks to the back without looking back at the crowd behind him. End segment.
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