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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:44:24 GMT -5
Segment/Match: Jon Taylor Vs Gary Credit: Jon Taylor and TJ
The scene opens up with the ACW head ring announcer standing in the ring, Phillip Jones. The audience quieten down to hear what he has to say as he raises his microphone to address them.
Phillip Jones: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, residing in Beverly Hills, California - Jon Taylor!
The arena descends into darkness before "Revolution Begins" By Arch Enemy hits the P.A system and spotlight focuses in on the entrance to reveal none other than Jon Taylor with his Girlfriend Daphne Stewart wrapped around his arm. They both stand still to take in the atmosphere, feeding off of the hostile boos and jeers before slowly striding towards the ring. Taylor smirks as he walks past the irate fans. Walking up the steps he holds the middle rope up to allow Daphne to enter the ring before following her. They immediately approach Phillip, where Taylor snatches the microphone from his hand. A disapproving Phillip retreats while the couple smirk at each before Taylor waits for the boos to eventually die down so he can speak.
Jon Taylor: Good evening, how's everybody doing tonight? Have you enjoyed the action so far? How does it feel to be back on ACW Island finally? Are you enjoying that Cheeseburger? Well, you know what? It DOESN'T matter one bit! You people want to know why, it's because I, Jon Taylor I am back in ACW. Yeah, that's right. The only thing people should be giving a damn about is me and what I'm going to do now I have come out of my SELF-IMPOSED exile! Chris Phenomenal? Chump who got into ACW at the right time - when I wasn't here! Danny Mainer? Couldn't achieve a thing when I was around. Hell, it took me leaving for him to be able to take the International Title - he tried to take it from me and surprise, surprise FAILED! Even my stable mates don't deserve the same spotlight as I do. No, back in my first tenure I was THE person in ACW. Forget Fallen Souls, Ryan Cooper or dare I say it...Sarin! It was me who won the International Title in the fastest time possible and it was me who led his two stable mates both to titles as well! However, despite my past accomplishments that is not the reason I am addressing you today.
Taylor pauses.
Jon Taylor: Nope.
He draws a deep breath before continuing to address the less than enthusiastic listeners.
Jon Taylor: I am out here tonight to compete. You should all count yourselves blessed, for I have not stepped into the squared circle since I was last on this Island. Tonight you will a bear witness to a destruction of sorts never seen before. You will see me dissect my opponent before your very eyes. I for one, hope you will enjoy this occasion. I mean after all, it's not every day one of ACW's greats makes his return, am I right?! Yes I am, because as you should all know by now; Jon Taylor is always right. Now I am going to take this time to outline again just why I have come back to ACW. I understand few of you are quick witted and thus it takes for it to sink home. Well it really is quite simply, I want what any self-respecting man wants. I want what's mine! And that is acknowledgement. Despite my vast achievements and without a doubt being the most entertaining person to watch in ACW, I have constantly been overlooked. Well, folks, that is going to change. See, if a rat like Danny Mainer - how's Caitlynn by the way, Danny? - can make it to the top of company then to me that guarantees that I will have no trouble in doing so either.
Taylor turns to face the entrance before continuing as Daphne looks proud of her man.
Jon Taylor: So without further anticipation, let me introduction you to my opponent for tonight. The strong, skilled and overall BRAVE....Gary![/color]
A generic theme song hits the P.A system as the man known as Gary quickly makes his way to the ring looking determined and ready for action. He receives great applause before sliding under the bottom rope and staring with a grinning Taylor. Magically a referee has appeared and calls for the bell.
The bell rings.
Gary sensing that it would be best to try and catch Taylor off guard as his Girlfriend exits the ring charges with an arm outstretched; however the in-ring veteran sees this coming a mile off and ducks under. Gary rebounds off the ropes and is slammed to the mat with a scoop slam. Taylor not wasting any time follows up with some mounted punches before dragging Gary to his feet, he then drives him into the turnbuckle double leg takedown style. Gary recoils but before he can react and try and push the man formerly known as Mr. Wrestling off Taylor continues with his fluent assault pulling him off the turnbuckle towards the centre of the ring and driving his head downwards with a neckbreaker. Cue a few "Oooos" and "Ahhhhhhhs" from the crowd. Taylor refuses the pin, again dragging the ragdoll that is Gary to his feet. He irish whips him to the ropes however Gary manages to hang on for dear life! Taylor looks annoyed and charges toward him shaping for a clothesline however at the last minute drops to the canvas into a baseball slide. He then yanks Gary to the outside pulling on his legs as he smashes face first onto the mat. Ouch.
Wasting no time as the count begins Taylor whips him into the barricade and follows up with a boot to the head. Gary appears to almost be out. Taylor recognises this and mocks him with a slap to the face. This angers the crowd who become very vocal. Taylor ignores this, encouraged by his cheerleading Girlfriend. Taylor picks up Gary hits the Shock Treatment (Gutwrench Suplex) as Gary hits the floor he yelps. Clearly had enough of toying with his far less than worthy opponents he drags him to his feet again and throws him under the bottom rope. Gary slowly gets to his feet with the aid of the ropes, not really knowing where he is while Taylor all along stalks him waiting for the finish. As Gary stumbles towards him in he dashes forward with a quick kick to the mid-section. Gary immediately keels over. Taylor brings proceedings to an end with the Taylor Made (inverted Falcon Arrow). 1-2-3. Done.
Taylor's theme music hits the P.A system again as Gary is helped out of the arena. The referee exits as Taylor unsurprisingly possesses a microphone much to the disapproval of the crowd. Daphne joins him in the centre of the ring for his victory speech.
Jon Taylor: What can I say, people? When I make a promise I ALWAYS deliver! You won't be seeing him for a long while, heh. Now, onto more important things...like when the hell am I going to get a more worthy opponent, eh? I made it quite clear on my return last week I wasn't here to play games. And yeah...I'm still not! So, Mr. Hawthorne, how about you start showing your new biggest superstar some respect when you put me in my next match.
Taylor smirks but this quickly disappears as the crowd become more and more abusive clearly showing just how much they hate him.
Jon Taylor: You people don't agree? Well, you better believe it, because--
At this point Taylor is almost inaudible as the noise level generated by the fans continues to increase.
Jon Taylor: HOW ABOUT YOU PEOPLE HAVE SOME RESPECT!
Even shouting at the top of his voice doesn't stop the fans. Both Taylor and Daphne look disgusted while one fan in particular in the front row catches Taylor's eye. The fan is generically shouting "You suck!" but this seems to tick Taylor off all the same.
Jon Taylor: You know what? If you think you deserve to talk to me like that, maybe you deserve the chance to step into the ring as well!
A semi-raging semi-grinning Taylor exits the ring with a plan in mind, he approaches the fan.
Jon Taylor: So yeah, what was it you were you saying?
Fan: I said....YOU SUCK!
Clearly not the response Taylor wanted nor expected Taylor doesn't exactly respond in the right way.
Jon Taylor: Well then, that settles it. Come here you little...
Taylor reaches out over the barricade trying to grab the fan and pull him over the barricade. However just as he gets a hold of him he is taken off guard by "Hide and Seek" by Nonpoint hitting the P.A system. Taylor looks surprised and confused as the crowd all respond with a mass cheer. Taylor lets go of the fan and gets back into the ring to see who it is. Standing in the entrance is none other than the Entertainment Champion and Crucible Holder, TJ. TJ stands there defiant while Taylor has a look of total annoyance.
Jon Taylor: What the hell do you think gives YOU the right to interrupt me? Can't you see I'm busy here, buddy.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, I’ll let you get back playing grab ass with your fans in a second, but ah, I, ah, could have sworn that you were asking Ol’ Sammie for more worthy challengers, more or less. And I dunno if it really happened or not, but I could have sworn it you distracted me from beating Freeman last week.
Jon Taylor: Beating? I was just speeding up the process. Besides, if you were stupid enough to let yourself get distracted then you deserved the loss. You should count yourself lucky I didn't decide to get involved in the match myself!
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Wait did you just say that if you got involved more than you did, I wouldn’t be standing up here tonight? Are you implying that you could have hurt me?
Jon Taylor: I couldn't have just hurt you, BJ - I could have ended you there and then if I felt like it.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Haha, funny. Big oaf jokes. Phenomenal made them, I kicked his ass. Wellington made them, I kicked his ass. Xavier made them, I kicked his ass. So, Taylor, please tell me how there is a difference between you and all them?
Jon Taylor: Because I'm actually good compared to them? And I could end you here tonight just like I could any other night of the week.
Taylor smirks as there deadly stare off between the two.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ok then, let’s try this out.
TJ drops the mic and walks down the ramp towards Taylor. As TJ gets halfway down, Taylor looks around and backs up as he figures out what to do. TJ smiles as he closes in on Taylor. Taylor pushes a group of fans out of the way and jumps into the crowd and runs through the crowd to the back.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Run for as long as you like, but eventually you’re gonna run into me Taylor and eventually we will be in this ring, one on one and you will pay for your actions.
Warfare goes to commercial as TJ stands in the ring, Hide and Seek playing.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:46:19 GMT -5
Segment: Trace x 2 = Armbar (Credit: Thiago Gracie)
Thiago Gracie is a non happy human man at this moment, as he just told ACW's top doctor, Trace Gibson, in those exact words. The Nigerian, Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammadi is also standing back in the makeshift doctor's office as Gracie receives his scheduled physical examination.
Dr. Trace Gibson: I'm sorry, you're in decent condition for a fighter, but your arm just isn't healed yet, you were what, in...
Thiago Gracie: I was in auto-mobile car crash!
Gibson: So you were in an accident...
Thiago: No accident! Trace meant hitting Thiago Gracie, only way Trace win against Thiago Gracie!
Nigerian Ali: Yes, that man no good, Trace is a bad man, very bad man!
Gibson: I presume you're talking about ANOTHER Trace, that...
Thiago: You name Trace?
Ali: This no look like Trace.
Thiago: Maybe you WANT be Trace, maybe you want armbar to break your arm!
Gibson: No, you ignorant idiots, my name is Trace Gibson, not Trace Birmingham! And if you could stop trying to destroy the English language for a few seconds, I have to tell you that you can't fight for another month! Your arm was broken, and it just needs...
***********ARMBAR!**********
Thiago Gracie leaps up and locks in a flying armbar, and Dr. Gibson hits the ground face first, his arm extended outwards and then some. The doctor, knowing the power of Thiago's armbar, even at 50%, taps out immediately, and Thiago lets go in due time, standing up and brushing himself off as he leaves the office with Ali.
Thiago: I hate all peoples named by name of Trace! You all get armbar by Thiago Gracie! That's enough, Thiago had enough of puny Trace, time to find other puny Trace and break his arm off his arm shoulder!
Ali: Yeah, and maybe we then find more people for your armbar, right?
Thiago: Right!
Fade Out
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:47:46 GMT -5
KING OF THE CASTLE Credit: Danny Mainer Inside his office, notorious ACW Lord of the Realm Samuel Hawthorne idly sits at his desk typing out the contracts in regards to some of the latest sponsorship and promotional deals for Warfare. Contracts are being signed and big money is being paid into Hawthorne’s wallet in exchange for valuable advertising space on the premiere wrestling show in North America. As Hawthorne types away he seems a little fatigued but at the same time somewhat energetic as if he’s just done a line of cocaine to stop himself from crashing out on his own desk. Maybe it’s coffee and hard work keeping him awake right now but it’s obvious he could do with some sleep. He stopped and reached into a draw on his luxurious desk and from it he drew a belt of Scotch. Hawthorne holds the scotch up to his face, the golden-orange liquor jiggling nonchalantly as Hawthorne swung it tantalizingly in front of his own eyes. He’s been working hard and it’s time for a drinky-drink. Nothing like some hard liquor when you’ve just finished the preliminary work on a contract.
He smiles at the bottle before pulling out a shot glass from the table. As he poured himself some hard liquor, his eyes cocked up to the doorway as with a click it opened right before his very eyes. Walking into his office is none other than Danny Mainer who has a big smile on his face as he laughs and jokes away with someone outside of the office.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”HAHA! Yeah dude, totally. His nose? Cataclysmic. Freaking huge. Gotta’ thank him though, really did get me free of that ball and chain Caitlynn.”With that, Mainer shuts the door after himself and no sooner has the door latched into place his face immediately drops and instead of the happy and care free partyboy Mainer we usually have we’re now left with a very pissed off, very upset world heavyweight champion. Wearing a black suit and a blue tie, the champion has his title belt over his shoulder and a dark glare in his eyes as he stares straight at Hawthorne.[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “I’ll be honest with you Dan. I’m incredibly impressed. Not by your ability to put up a facade. I mean, you really know how to keep your cool but that's not hy you're here.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Enough of the bullshit Hawthorne. Why am I here?”Hawthorne screws the lid back on his Scotch bottle and puts it back in the draw, looking down now at his shot glass which has the hard liquor inside. He quickly throws it back, downing the shot and sighing with heavy relief as the liquor burns his throat and warms his entire body up in the process. Smiling casually he leans back and puts his feet up on the desk, his pinstripe suit pants and suede brown shoes on full display for Mainer to see.[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “You know exactly why you’re here Danny. I wanted to talk to you about your progress here as Alpha Championship Wrestling’s world heavyweight champion.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Really. You dragged me all the way across the building just to listen to you tell me that you think I’m a terrible wrestler and should lose the belt? Save it Hawthorne. I’m not in the mood for this.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “Actually, far from it my good champion. Matter of fact, Omega Effect VI had some of the best buy rates we’ve had in years. ACW is recession-proof, it just needed the right bit of initiative to stop it from falling into the murky shark-infested waters of financial ruin.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”So I’m here for a soapy tit-fuck instead? Great. Sing my praises, I could use the mood booster.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “It’s no secret that buy rates have gone up since you became world champion Dan. Your merchandise sales have doubled in the last month, everyone seems to be clamouring for your new big Perfect Protagonist gothic t-shirt and as it happens pay-per-view buy rates have also gone up now that you’re headlining. The buy-rates for Fallen Heroes were the highest we’d ever had for that event when you cashed in your Crucible contract. You made me and the company a LOT of money on that night alone, never mind your work at Omega Effect which came second in pay-per-view buy rates only to Omega Effect II which let’s be fair, is never going to be beaten.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Yaddayaddayadda. The people love the underdog...”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “Actually, ACW recently conducted a survey on the website and people seemed to love you for your charisma more than anything. That crowd REALLY identifies with you. Your struggles, your passion for what you love, the fact that you’re often conflicted in your decisions but always seem to do the right thing. Unlike say Macho Man of the past during the glory days of ACW where he didn’t really have to make any tough decisions, your personal life constantly crops out into our programming and that makes for some horrifically compelling TV. No offence Mainer but the car wreck that is your private life makes me money and if exploiting that gets me more cash then it’s worth it.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”If you’re about to tell me that you paid Jason Freeman to ruin the night that my entire life so far has been leading up to then I hope you’ve got some good manual dexterity because you won’t have any fingers to pick your teeth up off the floor with. I swear to God, if that was you that caused it then I’m going to have absolutely no qualms about cutting your throat out and feeding it to Thunder Train.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “I’m a ruthless business man but I’m not heartless. No, I didn’t put Freeman up to the task of ruining your wedding. I assure you that his actions were of his own accord and in my book, completely detestable. Now, this is the REAL reason why you’re here. Dan, I reward my hard working employees with opportunities. The people that earn me hard cash are the people that I give special treatment. Some might say that’s unfair but the way I see it, if you’re working hard for me then I can be pulling strings for you. You’ve been a BIG earner for me Dan and so I’m going to give you an opportunity. Tonight, you’re in a match against Ryan Cole. Correct?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”That is correct.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “Well seeing that you’ve done such good for the company and for my wallet, I’m now doing you the favour of declaring your match a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH. It might not be Freeman, but what better way of venting out the frustration than mutilating one of his lackies eh Dan?” Hawthorne is extremely happy with his announcement but Mainer seems less ecstatic. His face suddenly drops as a result.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Are you serious Sam. Are you joking me about here?”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “Not at all.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Jason Freeman single handedly ruins my wedding night, the VERY night that I took years off the end of my career to see happen \and you give me THAT for compensation?!”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “Yes. What’s your point?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Congratulations Hawthorne. You’ve really gone and done it now. I hope you’re ready for the lawsuits because when Cole leaves in a body-bag you’re going to have a claims list longer than Chris Phenomenal’s arms. You’ll be in a court faster than you can spell Lawsuit as you try to explain to a district judge why putting Cole in a highly dangerous match with an unhinged, jilted martial artist seemed like a good idea at the time. However, I’m sure the ratings you’ll get from the slaughterhouse will MORE than pay for your legal costs.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “Go out there and pull some rabbits out of your arse that even the Lord of Hardcore, Mr. Ridley would’ve shed a tear to see.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Will do. Thanks Mr. Hawthorne.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “Just don’t get too used to this special treatment Dan. The moment you stop selling, it’ll be you in the stocks and not Cole. Understood? Are we clear Danny-boy?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Crystal. Thanks again Mr. Hawthorne.”[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: “Just get out already.” And with that Mainer slinks back out through the door a very happy chappy. As he leaves to prepare for his match he has the burning sensation in his mind. It’s killing time and Danny hasn’t felt quite like this for a long time, not since before Omega Effect V. Rest in Peace, Ryan Cole. That was all that could really be said.Fade.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:48:31 GMT -5
(Save for Yoko)
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:52:54 GMT -5
Not Going Anywhere (Ivan Boreanaz)
Jeremy Alexander: Hey, Kevin! Kevin!
:: Kevin Anderson is shown spinning around to see Jeremy Alexander heading towards him with a grin.
Kevin Anderson: Oh, hello Jeremy. What can I do for you?
Jeremy Alexander: You personally? Nothing.
Kevin Anderson: But--
Jeremy Alexander: I just want to borrow your camera man for a minute.
Kevin Anderson: ...oh
Jeremy Alexander: Is that ok?
Kevin Anderson: Err, yeah. It's fine.
Jeremy Alexander: Good.
:: Having secured the camera Jeremy's smiling face turns to a grimace as he grabs the camera and holds it so it's pointed directly at him.
Jeremy Alexander: If I'm one hundred percent honest right now I'm not a very happy guy. Right now I should have an ACW contract. Ivan Boreanaz should have an ACW contract. And why don't we? Because Samuel Hawthorne is trying to rip me off! No one rips Jeremy Alexander off! No body! Do you hear me?!
:: Jeremy angrily slaps the side of the camera causing it to violently shudder. He does, however, let it go and allows the camera man to back off a little bit and take full control of his own piece of expensive equipment.
Jeremy Alexander: And do you know what this means? I'm not going to come here and say something stupid that I'm going to rip ACW to shreds because I don't have a contract. No. Because things haven't come to that...yet. What it mean is that I need to negotiate time with an ACW camera like any other mug on the street! It means that I don't know if myself or Ivan will be needed on the next show. It means that ACW is in serious danger of letting the hottest duo in wrestling slip away from their grasp when we're already here and willing to stay. It means that ACW can expect no favours from me in the future. It means that Ivan will continue to get more and more violent until we're perminant fixtures around here.
:: Jeremy takes a deep breath before staring into the camera with less anger and more intensity.
Jeremy Alexander: However. Before you get your pathetic hopes up this doesn't mean that our alliance with Theodore Wellington is going to be ending any time soon if he wishes it to continue. It doesn't mean that we're going to disapear just yet. It doesn't mean that we're not going to cause havok in the ACW until we get what we want. It doesn't mean that I'm going to drop down onto my knees to beg Hawthorne for a contract which has us both down on the minimum fucking wage. All in all, it doesn't mean that we're going anywhere.
:: Jeremy looks like he's going to turn and go away but a light behind his eyes seems to shine as he remembers something.
Jeremy Alexander: Oh yes. And as for Ivan's loss to Laron Xavier earlier in the night. The loss which Hawthorne seems to think gives him the right to insult us. It...was...planned.
Didn't see that one coming did you?! Do you people really, REALLY think that anyone in ACW can stand up to the 'Belgrade Bruiser'? Do you think that Theodore Wellington, a man who has made numerous great decisions over the course of his life, made a mistake paying Ivan to help him sort out his issues? No. You see destroying someone in your first match proves a lot...yes...but clearly not enough. What does that say to potential customers? It says that Ivan is nigh unbeatable - yes. It says that when he's on top there's no way to get him off you - yes. It says that in a wrestling match where Ivan's dominating you'll get your money's worth - yes. All yes's. But, and this is the important but, what happens when Ivan...loses? Now I can sit here with confidence and assure you that if you've paid for Ivan to do something...he'll do it. But everyone knows that actions speak louder than words. What Ivan did out in that ring after he 'lost' just proves that if you pay Ivan to get a job done. WIn lose or Draw. It gets done. Without you knowing that Ivan can decimate Danny Mainer you know that even if he loses after the match he'll inflict any punishment you wish. Without you knowing that Chris Phenomenal isn't fit to tie up Ivan's boots in the ring you still now know that Ivan will KILL Chris Phenomenal if it comes to it. And even if you're unsure about if Ivan can overpower TJ, which I know he can, you know that when it comes down to it Ivan will annihilate him just like anyone else.
Kevin Anderson: You really back Ivan's ability, don't you?
:: The camera pans out to show Kevin Anderson.
Jeremy Alexander: Of course I do. And trust me, Kevin. If you'd have seen what I've seen. If you'd seen what this man can do. You wouldn't even DREAM of questioning him.
:: Fade to black.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 21:57:18 GMT -5
Who do you think you are? (Red)
Mr. Red walks causally backstage toward the locker room area. He walks past it without looking inside but he can feel all eyes glaring his smug ass down. The 3 time Entertainment walks down the hall and comes to a halt in from of the GM’s office door. After a moment of staring at the name on the door, Red reaches out and pushes the door open and steps inside. Samuel Hawthorne stands in front of Mr. Red but his back is to the ACW star. Red reaches behind him and slams the door to the office closed. The ACW GM whips around and stares wide eyed at Mr. Red.
Samuel Hawthorne: I don’t know what the hell you think you are doing but here in this company we knock before opening a door that isn’t yours.
Red: And? I don’t care what your rules…your laws…your anything. I am here for what I deserve and nothing else.
Samuel: What do you think you deserve? You think you are next in line for a title shot?
Red: You know exactly what I am here for, pal. I am the next ACW World Champion.
Samuel: Last time I check you haven’t done a damn thing in many months.
Red: I am one of this companies oldest tenured superstars. I am always next in line for a title shot whenever the hell I want it.
Samuel: That’s not how it works around here and you know it, “superstar.” You want your shot at the World Championship, get in line. You will fight your way back to the top like anyone else.
Red: Wait wait wait. Work my way to the top? I am the top of the line. I am one of the biggest stars in ACW. I am bigger than BK. I am more beloved than Latino. I am hotter than Kitsune. I am more powerful than Flower Power. I am the biggest thing you got.
Samuel stands and stares at Mr. Red with a growing grin on his face.
Samuel: Last time I checked a monitor not very many people love Mr. Red. I mean look at you. You slapped a fan across the face. Do you have any idea what I am going to have to offer up to that guy to keep from getting this company sued? Then on top of that you took out our head ring announcer. You think you deserve a shot at the title? Dream on, son.
Red: Do you want me to finish you off as well? I can mark a target on you. I can make you the next victim on my list on my way to the World title.
Samuel: If you ever want a title shot again in your career, I would advise that your plan would be a bad career move. But here this, since you are so eager to whip someone’s ass. I got just the thing for you. Bring your wrestling gear next week, tough guy. You are going to have a match. Then we will see who deserves what.
Red rolls up his nose and glares back at the GM. He finally turns around slowly and makes his way out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 22:24:30 GMT -5
All They Want From Me Is Help[/b] -TJ *We open the scene Thursday night, the night where LeBron James left his hometown of Cleveland for Miami. TJ is sitting on his couch with Raj and Trey as they watch the reactions to LeBron leaving his hometown.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Really, I don’t blame him.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Huh? What? He turned his back on his hometown man! An entire town, city is now nothing without him.
Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings They still got the Browns.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Like that’s something to be proud of.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, he saw an opportunity to go somewhere that he would have been a perennial contender. And looking at the owner’s reaction, they expect him to be loyal despite them doing jack shit for him.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings What do you mean? They got him Mo Williams.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ All-star around James, nothing better.
Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Shaq!
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well past his prime
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Jamison
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Two years too late. The man wanted out, he’s out. He’s happy. He’s going to Miami where he is gonna win like 3 titles. I would have done the same thing too.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings So you’d leave Phlly?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dude, I wouldn’t be in Philly to begin with, Sixers suck and will suck for a while.
*The door bell rings as TJ gets up and opens the door where his dad stands.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Get the fuck off my fucking property you dirtbag. Normally I’d ask if you were crazy or had the balls to do this, but I know, that you don’t have the balls to do anything. You’re a fucking coward and I don’t want to see you, ever again. If you show up again, you’ll end up in the hospital, if you’re lucky.
TJ’s.Dad Look, I just wanna make things right.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You want to make things right? Go fucking die, because you’ve been dead to me since you bitched out of my life because it was too much to handle.
TJ’s.Dad TJ, son-
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Don’t fucking call me that. I am not your son. You are not my father.
TJ’s.Dad I am.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Only by blood. I had 2 uncles that were my father figures growing up. I didn’t need you. I don’t need you. I will never need you.
TJ’s.Dad But I need you, that’s why I’m here.
Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings The fuck?! Why is everyone needing TJ’s help? You realize that Raj?
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings TJ, come with me. Trey, watch TJ’s dad.
Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Alright.
*Raj gets up and motions TJ to the back yard.*
Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings So you’re the deadbeat TJ talks about from time to time.
TJ’s.Dad Hmph.
*Raj slides the glass door open and him and TJ go into the backyard.*
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings TJ, look, the guy is your father, like it or not. Eventually, you’re gonna forgive him. I’d rather see you now forgive him then on your death bed.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Like Jacob?
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Yea. You two let you hatred for him control every thought about him. You could never just think about why he did it or could you forgive him. Jacob couldn’t do it until he was laying in the hospital, counting the hours until he died.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Shut up Raj.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings He finally understood why he left and forgave him.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ SHUT UP RAJ!
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings DAMN IT TJ! YOU NEED TO FUCKING LISTEN!
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ NO I DON’T! RAJ, WHOSE FRIEND ARE YOU: MINE OR HIS?
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings I’M YOUR FRIEND THAT’S WHY I’M STANDING HERE YELLING AT YOU! LISTEN! God damn.
*TJ walks towards the edge of his pool and looks out to the city.*
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Look, TJ. I’m not saying forgive the guy tonight. I’m saying think about it. Meet him somewhere next week. Think about what he did, why he did, and what you would have done then talk to him.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Fine, I’ll do that. Get him out of my house though.
TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings I will tell Trey to.
*Raj leaves TJ alone to tell Trey to send TJ’s dad home. TJ looks up at the night sky and sighs.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ J, I dunno what you planned for this, but whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t land me in jail.
*TJ sits on the grass as the scene fades to black.*
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 22:27:37 GMT -5
Buddy Ghee vs Chris Phenomenal
Shining Star fills the arena to a roar of applause. At the horn sting, Buddy slides out from behind the curtain, holding a microphone. He rolls his arms quickly, and raises a fist to the air. He hops to a sprint, and slides beneath the bottom rope as his music begins to die down. Buddy stands still, waiting for cheers, which he eventually receives. He smiles broadly as he begins to talk.
Buddy Ghee: You know something... It's real surreal when you think about my opponent. Humble ol' Buddy Ghee is facin' off against one of the biggest names in ACW: "The Future" Chris Phenomenal. The Future has come down off-a his high-horse to face Buddy Ghee. Now, it scares me if that's the future. Why did the people of the world all get lobotomized? Why did the people of the world start subsiding on a diet of horse-shit? Why did all the jokes in the world come down to "that's what she said?" If Chris Phenomenal is what we're to expect, then I say we take action. I'm calling everyone to learn how to read. Only then can we fight the Chris Phenomenal plague.
"Hate Me Now begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, in a long boxing style robe with Senator coming out behind him, his signature cane aiding his gate, and standing at his side as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp. Head down covered by the hood, Chris makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands, throwing his arms outwards as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the ring, fully focused as Senator whispers a few last minute words of advice in his ear. Reaching the bottom. Chris climbs into the ring between the second and third ropes and immediately goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, no gesturing or taunting, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. Finally he drops the hood as Senator ducks in to the ring from his corner, patting Chris on the shoulder.[/center]
Chris puts his fists up to ready himself. He cautiously moves in towards Buddy, who assumes a wrestling stance. The two formulate their strategies while staring each other down. Finally, Chris throws a punch to his face, catching him in the jaw. He punches him again, hitting the nose, then two to the ear. Buddy is pushed into the ropes as Chris grabs his arm to set up an Irish Whip. As Chris readies to throw in an arm drag, Buddy slides between his legs and out of the ring. He then hops up to the apron as Chris turns around, and jumps down, holding onto his head, his neck coming down on the rope. As Chris turns around, holding his throat, Buddy cuts his legs out from under him. Buddy jumps up to the apron again. He plans on going for a yet unnamed finisher. He jumps in reverse onto the top rope, backflips, and attempts to perform a sort of tornado DDT, but as he wraps his arm around Chris's head, he's caught in mid air.
He bends over, and charges for the turnbuckle, jamming his opponent's back on it as he hits him with shoulder block after shoulder block. Chris then grabs the top ropes, jumps, and launches a dropkick directly into Buddy's chest. He pulls him from the corner by his legs and goes for the pin.
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Kickout. Buddy manages to make it out of the pin attempt. He picks Buddy up, but is caught in the stomach by a wild punch. Buddy then locks Chris's head, and hits him with a Snap DDT. As Chris rolls on his back, Buddy drops a knee on his face. Buddy then performs a Guillotine Leg-Drop, aiming his heel at Chris's face. He instantly hits the pin.
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Chris kicks out. As Buddy bends over to lift Chris to his feet, he gets caught in the eye with a thumb. Chris then rises to his feet and hits Buddy with a European Uppercut, which he uses to set up a headlock. He then twists around and drops Buddy's back on his own. Buddy then rolls off in pain.
Chris grabs Buddy by the arm and raises him to his feet. He wrenches the arm a little bit, before putting it over his shoulder, and dropping down. He then gets up to do an Over-The-Shoulder Arm-Drag, which he follows up with a shoulder claw. Buddy writhes in pain as his shoulder tenses up in a futile attempt to relieve tension. A rhythmic clap starts up in an attempt to get Buddy's blood pumping. Buddy throws a slap to Chris's face which does nothing to dissuade him. He throws another, but it shows no effect. Buddy finally throws a right where his knuckle catches him in the eye. Chris soon becomes a bit less resistant to being moved around.
Buddy grabs Chris's head and performs a snapmare, instantly following up with a surfboard stretch. However, he was dropped too close to the ropes, and the referee is forced to break the hold. The two rise to their feet as Chris jumps up for a move that we all know about. However, Buddy just manages to drop to back to dodge the punch, and does a kip-up. He then flies in for a Lou Thesz Press, a move he doesn't often use. However, Chris catches him for a bear hug.
Chris lays on the pressure, trying to force Buddy to tap out. Once again, claps form in the crowd to pump Buddy up. Buddy puts both hands together and drops them in an axe-handle, but it does nothing to loosen the hold. Chris wrenches back as Buddy drops his head. The inactivity that stems after a few seconds forces the referee to check for consciousness.
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Buddy manages to keep his hand up. He rakes Chris's face, forcing him to drop him. Chris instantly charges him, but Buddy squats, lifts Chris by his legs, and falls backwards, dropping his face on the ringpost. Chris recoils back, falling flat on his ass. Cheers fill the stadium, as Buddy looks up realizing the opportunity. He jumps straight to the top of the turnbuckle and lies in wait. As soon as Chris rises to his feet, Buddy initiates the Shining Star: Pulling off a Shooting Star press, locking Chris's head, and dropping him on his face in a DDT. He goes straight for the pin.
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3! Buddy managed to get the pin in what may just be the most impressive win of his life! Buddy stands, raising his fists in triumph, and returns behind the curtain.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 22:30:40 GMT -5
Segment: On Thin Ice (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to show none other than Trace Birmingham! Thiago Gracie has been training to get rid of Trace, but Trace remains blissfully unaware of this. Of course he fears Thiago, but he seems to have blocked it from his mind until forced to deal with it – not the best choice. Tonight, however, he is concerned with problems of a slightly different nature!
Trace: I can’t believe it! I thought when they said we were going back to ACW Island, they meant for like…a vacation!
Greg: It’s because they’re doing some shows back from the old arena!
Trace: Well YEAH, I mean I know that NOW, but come on! It’s like a…tropical sun thing out there! I wanna go to the beach!
Greg: I thought you loved wrestling? It’s supposed to be your life’s goal.
Trace: Well, duh…but I mean…come on! I mean it’s like…you gotta split your time equally right? I can’t give up ONE thing just so I can do another! So like…I wanna be a wrestler and STILL go to the beach!
Greg: Yes, because a career as a wrestler is just as valuable as a nice day at the beach.
Trace: Right, I know but---hey! I think you’re being sarcastic or something, right? Well, come on! I don’t get it…I don’t even have a match! Let’s just go…we can play hooky or something.
Greg: I don’t think you’re in a position to just leave before the show’s over.
Trace: Okay, but….don’t I get any vacation days? Or better yet, I think I can use a vacation month! Dude, I need a break from all the awesome wrestling I’m doing! That stuff doesn’t really come easy…
Greg: You do know that you haven’t had a match in ages, right?
Trace: But it’s exhausting! Walking down these hallways and stuff! And like…keeping up my skills! Training!
Greg: You don’t train…
Trace: I bet when GINGER was running this place this stuff didn’t happen.
Greg: Were you even AROUND then?
Trace: I don’t remember…but still! They wouldn’t have the best future ACW world champion sharing a locker-room with that Alex Trixier guy! And Gary too! Im way cooler and fun to talk to than those guys!
Greg: Future world champ? I thought you already were one?
Trace: Yeah, well it turns out that like…you can’t do that in a battle royal. But whatever…
Greg: Wait a minute, what did you say? Since when do you share a lockerroom with Trixier and Gary?
Trace: Since this week! They were just IN my locker-room! And I was like GET OUT, and they just kinda stayed there. They said they were told to go there. I get it…ACW wants me to be a locker-room leader! And I know lotsa companies do that, putting their best guys with their worst so the worst guys can learn a few stuff about what it’s like here in ACW, and maybe learn some of that TRACE BIRMINGHAM CHARM TOO! But still! I want to be with the champions! And another thing, where’s my pyro! AND I---
Greg: Save your complaints. I can’t do anything about them. Why don’t you tell Hawthorne?
Trace thinks about it, suddenly realizing this could be a good idea.
Trace: Yeah good idea! If Hawthorne was here, I’d speak my mind! I’d give him a piece of Trace Birmingham! I’d march right up there and put him in his place!
Greg: Okay, so tell him! He’s right there!
Trace: …
Greg: …
Trace: …
Greg: …
Trace: …er…what?
Greg: Hawthorne. He’s coming down the hallway
Trace turns and looks, and indeed there is Hawthorne.
Trace: Er….you know what, I was just kidding! Ha…ha…ha…
Greg: I should have known. You’re all talk!
Trace: Oh yeah? D-d-don’t think I WOULDN’T. I just didn’t wanna cause…it’s er…too cold today. For that.
Greg: Too…cold?
Trace sometimes has a bit of trouble thinking on his feet…but he decides to roll with it.
Trace: YEAH TOO COLD, SO SHUT UP GREG AND GET A LIFE BESIDES PICKING FUN OF YOUR CLIENTS!
And the sound of the yelling attracts Hawthorne. He approaches, and Trace instantly drops into a salute…and an awkward silence commences.
Hawthorne: Er…is there a problem here?
Trace: Er…NO SIR! NO PROBLEM SIR! Er..AT ALL! Sir!
Hawthorne: Er…ok. Well, if you two are going to cause a disturbance, I’m afraid security will have to be talking to you.
Trace: Disturbance? Im a wrestler! They argue all the time! It’s like one guy says this one thing, and sometimes it isn’t even that bad, but this other guy comes along and GRR! It’s how we stay sharp and stuff, right? I mean…we gotta fight people…especially when the people who gotta be fighting haven’t even had a match in like…way too long and so they fight ‘cause they need to do it somewhere or they might go crazy or something….right?
Hawthorne: …Do you work for me?
Trace: Um…OF COURSE! I’m Trace Birmingham!
Hawthorne: Er…who?
Trace: You know…I…er…Trance Armstrong?
Hawthorne 0_0. You’re still around? I thought I fired you months ago?
Trace: Er…what?
Hawthorne: My employees are so incompetent…well I guess I’ll just have to go file that now.
Trace: WHAT?! File?
Hawthorne: Yeah, your termination. I thought I got rid of you a long time ago…I realized I made a huge mistake in hiring you, and I was going to make sure I fixed that. I was planning on getting rid of you, and thought I had. I guess I just never noticed you. I’m sorry, but I only want wrestlers who will draw.
Trace: Draw? I can do that! JUST GIVE ME A PEN AND PAPER AND I'LL---
Greg: He means make money.
Trace: Oh…well…I can do that too! I made lots of money! I’m like rich!
Greg: First of all…he means for the company. Second of all…you didn’t make money. Your dad died and you inherited money.
Trace: I’VE STILL GOT LOTS OF MONEY GREG!
Hawthorne: Right, well while don’t you just---
Trace: I don’t want to do this…and ruin my self-respect---
Greg: What self respect are YOU talking about?
Trace: SHUT UP GREG!
Suddenly Trace drops to his knees and clasps his hands together
Trace: PLEASE HAWTHORNE SIR! I CAN PROVE TO YOU THAT I AM THE MOST AWESOME WRESTLER AND THE DRAWINGEST WRESTLER YOU’VE EVER HAD IN YOUR WHOLE ACW LIFE! PLEASE! AND I’LL ALSO WASH YOUR CAR OR SOMETHING!
Hawthrone: Look, I---
Trace: CMON PLEASE, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I’VE GOT A FAMILY!
Greg: No you don’t…
Trace: STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!
Hawthorne: Oh, shut up…how about this. You have two weeks to prove to me why I should keep you here. If you can do it? Fine. If not, you’re fired. Got it?
Trace: ALRIGHT!
Trace jumps up smiling
Trace: Thanks, boss, you won’t regret this!
Hawthrone: Yes I will….
Trace: Maybe…but STILL! THANKS ANYWAYS! CMON GREG WE’VE GOT SOME DRAWING TO DO!
Greg: I don’t think it works that way…
Fade.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 22:32:02 GMT -5
It’s Been Awhile, Hasn’t It?[/b] -TJ *We open the scene inside of Samuel Hawthorne’s office. We see Hawthorne sitting at his desk, working on his laptop. We hear the open and close*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Ah, TJ. Glad to see you.
*That’s right, for the first time in awhile, TJ and Hawthorne are in the same room talking. TJ won’t admit it, but it was a little boring not dealing with Hawthorne, but Hawthorne probably felt great, not having to deal with a six feet, eleven inch, 275 pound headache week in and week out. TJ sits down opposite of Hawthorne*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Surprised to hear you say that. I mean, seeing how you didn’t see me since before Omega Effect and I haven’t knocked down your door in a while, I thought you would be happy not to deal with me.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Actually, I kind of missed our meetings.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Aw, Sammie, you’re gonna make me cry. Now why did you want to see me?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne I wanted to talk about what happened earlier with Jon Taylor and you.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What? How he ran through the crowd to stop me from getting my hands on him from costing me a match, one that could have given me a title shot?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne TJ, you already have one.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ True, but why not save the Crucible. Why do you think I haven’t used it yet?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Did you just imply that you are going to hold onto the Crucible contract until you have the World Title?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Actually, I implied that I would save it for the possibility of holding the title and losing the title and using the contract right after the match. One of the great things about this Sammie, with a guy like me, I can think of several scenarios to hold onto this until Omega Effect VII. But back to Taylor.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Yes, TJ, I see where this is going.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What do you mean?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Well, you are the kind of man that will not let anything get in his way when he is focused on something or someone.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne And that means anyone, the fans, security, me. I see several lawsuits because of you.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Actually, it would be Taylor fault. Had he not got involved I would have won that match.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne TJ, this is not the school yard, you can’t do something because someone else did something to you.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sammie, who or what is going to stop me, no offense, but you could suspend me, I’d still go after Taylor. You could fire me, I’d still go after him. You could fire Taylor and I’d find him on the streets and beat his ass. So again, what or who is going to stop me from beating his ass. Hell if I have to put my Entertainment title on the line, I would.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne TJ, that won’t-
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, you know what. You tell Taylor that I will put my title on the line at Hello/Goodbye II if he will get in the ring with me, seeing how he is apparently afraid to be near the ring when I’m around.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Alright TJ, but this is it, because this is going to get more and more intense, you and Taylor are two of my better talents and I don’t want anyone to get injured and out of action for any amount of time.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s a lie.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne What?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m one of your better talents, Taylor’s just a loud mouth that you only believe because he will shut the fuck up about being good. Later Sammie.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Good-bye TJ.
*TJ gets up and leaves the room. He heads down the hallways towards his locker room. As he opens the he notices an envelope on the floor. The envelope has TJ’s name on it.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Who sends a letter without leaving a return address really? Amateurs…
*TJ opens the envelope and takes out the paper.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ “TJ, you don’t know of me yet, but I know of you and your current situation in ACW. I will come to you in two weeks to talk to you, it is too soon now.” Well, that was a waste of paper, could have just put an index card in my locker room saying that. Well, two weeks I’ll find out who that was. No need to go on a search.
*TJ goes to his locker and starts to put his stuff away, getting ready to live the arena.*
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 22:33:35 GMT -5
ROYAL FAMILY FEUD Credit: Danny Mainer Happy families eh? For the first time in the lifespan of Charlotte King, both uncle and niece Raymond and Charlotte are on the same page. This has never happened before and speaking honestly would probably NEVER happen again but it’s still quite the monumental achievement for both of them. Their mutual hatred of Danny Mainer brings the Norwich based Brits together and now Ray ever the gentlemen is walking his niece back to her locker room in fear of leaving her vulnerable to the jilted and dangerous Danny Mainer. Charlotte stops at the doorway as Ray smiles, happy now with some peace of mind of his nieces security. This is the only member of his family that doesn’t deny his existence and he isn’t going to let go of that.[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “Cya later Ray! But really, did you need to walk me to my locker room?” [Raymond King l Senile & Dangerous]: “That unhinged psycho Mainer knows his way around the ACW arena better than the people who built it. I wouldn’t trust him to go after you, not after last week. I’ll be damned if I let that shitting twat hurt you again.” [Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “I see your point Ray but there’s no possible way he could’ve blamed me for this. We didn’t do this, he did this to himself.” [Raymond King l Senile & Dangerous]: “Alright love, take care of yourself.” Charlotte smiles sweetly at her uncle Ray and waits for him to walk off. Ray leaves whistling a merry tune, turning a corner and disappearing off into the arena swinging his police baton at his side. She sighs happily then brushes her glorious golden locks out of her eyes. She turns and grabs the door handle and goes to twist when she gets the burning sensation of paranoia struck her mind. Hesitantly she twisted the handle and pushes into her private dressing room. She shuts the door behind her, then switches the light on. From the darkness, a lightning fast silver blur hurtles towards her head. Charlotte screams and drops to the ground, her heart pounding in her head as “Sally” the meat cleaver embeds its sexy teeth into her changing room door. She goes to scream but Danny Mainer already has her gagged. Dragged across the floor to a steel chair, he sits her up in it and handcuffs her much like the first time Mainer molested a girl on national TV.
Charlotte screams against the gag but her mouth is completely muffled. It doesn’t help that Charlotte has a sound-proof locker room either to stop the noises of the wrestlers distracting her from her paperwork. Despite this attack, Mainer wearing a black business suit was surprisingly calm.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Hey beautiful, you miss me?”Mainer runs his pale fingers across the cheek of Charlotte who quivers at his touch. He takes the oily rag out of her mouth then slaps her in the face for good measure.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”So, Charlotte... my sweet. I must ask you something...”He stops, turns on his heels and looks straight at her.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”WHY DID YOU FUCKING DO IT YOU STUPID SADISTIC FUCKING WHORE?! Why did you fuck with my shower?! WHY did you RUIN my life you fucking dirty venereal disease ridden SLUT!”[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “Uhh, duuuuh. What better way to get back at you then to ruin your marriage again.” Mainer stops dead in his tracks, a bombshell now in the road.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Wait, what?”[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “What, you didn’t think it was actually me that did it? Hah, oh Danny you crank.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: “I guess...”Mainer takes Charlotte King’s hands into his own, stroking the velvety soft flesh as Charlotte calms down from the initial assault.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I guess such soft... DELICATE hands could... quite easily... mess... with... the settings on my... hot... wet... shower. Uhuh... Mmmm... Yeah. I could see it now. You’re wearing bootie shorts and a tank top.... and you’ve got a screwdriver... and-“[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “It was Uncle Ray who did the actual messing with the shower, it was just my idea. Imagine that man in booty shorts, though knowing how close you two got back when you were a rapist headcase I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d seen it already.” Mainer throws up a little in his mouth at this disgusting statement.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”You sicken me you little slut. Go out there tonight and admit to the world what you did. That you’re ruining my fucking marriage for your own sick ends.”[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “Only if you spend one more night with me Danny...” Mainer processes the thought in his head, a thin devil-like snarling smirk curling across his handsome face. Mainer begins to whisper in Charlotte’s ear.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”You know me honey, I like to be noisy in the bedroom but is this room soundproofed to the outside too? Like, if I was to scream OH CHARLOTTE at the top of my lungs would anyone outside here it?”[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “Nope, only you and I can hear you and I.” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Awesome. Cya.”With that, Mainer heads for the door. He takes Sally and un wedges it from the door.[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “Danny, where are you going? What’re you doing?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Well. You’ve taken away the one thing that has kept me alive these long and winding past twenty years so I’m going to one up you and deprive you of the one thing that has kept you alive since the day you were born. Food and water. Good luck getting out of those handcuffs sweet cheeks.”Mainer shuts the door behind him. Once outside he jams the cleaver into the lock and forces it to bend so that the door won’t open. Hiding the cleaver underneath his suit blazer jacket he walks away dusting his hands off as he beams with satisfaction at quite possibly having killed someone.Fade to black.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 22:34:34 GMT -5
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 22:36:19 GMT -5
Ready? Ryan Cole sits alone in his locker room throwing punches at the air, he leans back preparing himself for the biggest match of his career so far, a one on one match with the World Champion, in his mind this was the biggest night of his career so far and it was his chance to impess the world, he could-
Knock.
Be interrupted by a knock, that works. Cole: Come in.A head pops in his door Taylor: Boo. [/color] Cole: Great, just what I need.In saunters Jon Taylor, Daphne Stewart wrapped around his arm eyeing up Cole’s locker room with a disapproving scowl.Taylor: Correct, Cole I am exactly what you need. [/color] Cole: I’d like to know how.Taylor: Well You, Freeman, Senator and me, we’re all in this together, right? [/color] Cole: ... Where are you going with this?Taylor: Well let me tell you-- [/color] Cole: Point. Now.Taylor: Well aren’t you rude today, Isn’t he honey? [/color] Daphne nods whilst still inspecting every aspect of the room, Cole springs to his feet which cases her to jump with fright.Cole: Firstly, lady what the hell are you doing? You’re eyeing up my room like you’re an estate agent or something.Taylor: Well actually I'll think you'll find-- [/color] Cole: And secondly, I apologise if I’m being slightly abrupt today but incase you haven’t noticed I have a match with the World Champion to get ready for, Do you understand that Jon? The World Champion. Taylor: Wait. That’s a match you’ve got? I thought it was a public execution. [/color] Daphne giggles and Taylor turns to her and mutters “Yeah I liked that one too.” Cole: Hilarious.Taylor: What I’m saying is that unless you get someone’s help, namely mine, tonight you are going to end up a smear on the canvas. And you should listen to me kid the man you're facing tonight, I've not only beaten but taken his title away from him. Not to mention the fact I've never been beaten by him personally. [/color] Cole is evidently already growing tired of Taylor's gigantic ego.Cole: You listen to me Taylor. You might think you’re the biggest dog in the yard right now since you returned last week but let me tell you this Taylor. You’ve been gone a long time. You aren’t important anymore. I am. I’m the new big thing. And despite what you think, I don’t need your help, I got where I am on my own and I don’t need you to help me get any further. Taylor: Got yourself where? I don't see you with a contract for a World Title match. Kid, the only place you are right now is the chopping block. And in all honestly you didn’t even do that yourself.[/color] Cole: What?Taylor: Think about it Ryan. Why would a rookie like you be up against the World Champion all of a sudden? [/color] Cole: Because I am-Taylor: Because Mainer wants Freeman. If Mainer can't get to Freeman who's the next best thing?.[/color] Cole: ...Cole pauses to contemplate what Taylor is saying.Taylor: Well you’re not as dumb as I thought. You might just be getting it. Freeman ruined Mainer’s wedding. Mainer is probably moments away from attempting to gouge Jason’s heart with a fork. So you get sent in to take the heat. Who better than Freeman’s number one lackey? [/color] Cole: I am not a lackey Taylor, I’ve proved how I am-Taylor: Believe me kid, in every sense of the word, you are. Freeman says, kid do. [/color] Cole: I get it, I get it. So you think I’m just cannon fodder so that Freeman can escape Mainer’s rage? Well even if that was true, Mainer state of mind doesn’t scare me, in fact it makes it all the easier, he’s distracted, he isn’t focused and that means I can beat him.Taylor: I wouldn’t be worried about beating him if I were you, I’d be worried about leaving alive.[/color] Cole: He isn’t thinking straight, he won’t be able to concentrate on me and that is a fatal mistake. Taylor: Well once you’re in that ring Mainer definitely won’t see you. He’s gonna see Freeman. And that’s even worse for you. Sure, Mainer might be easy pickings for me but then again I'm not a rookie. So take my advice- [/color] Cole: No! No! Taylor you take my advice! You aren’t important anymore! No one cares! You can try your mind games but it won’t work. Freeman needs me as much as I need him and I’m sure he’s got a plan that makes sure that Manier end up as a smear on the canvas just like BK! You remember that don’t you? Oh wait you weren’t even here! And by the way. You may have brought the Queen of Bitches back from Beverly Hills with you.Daphne screeches at Cole and attempts to slap him which he backs up to avoid as Taylor grabs Daphne in an attempt to keep her under control.Cole: But I’ve still got the biggest dog.Cole points behind Taylor to the door. He slowly turns around right into the 6’7 form of Dominic Campbell.Taylor: Your trained guard dog. Heh. Freeman mentioned him. Either way Cole. [/color] Taylor turns back to Cole.Taylor: You’re just a punk rookie. You don’t get it. Maybe one day you will. But I promise you if you ever decide you want to listen to reason maybe I can help you. [/color] He turns to leave Daphne giving a parting glare to Cole as she turns to leave.Taylor: Just one last thing. [/color] He stays facing the door not bothering to turn around.Taylor: Who do you think asked for you to be put in this match? [/color] Taylor strides out of the room and casually chats with Daphne Stewart as they walk up the corridor, leaving Ryan Cole to stew on what has just gone on.Cole: Dominic, close the door.
I gotta clear my head.The camera returns to outside in the corridor.Taylor: What did I tell you, honey? It's like taking candy from a baby.[/color] The pair laugh as the scene fades out.End.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 22:39:19 GMT -5
The night has been eventful, and it's time for the main event of them all...the final match on the card. The crowd restlessly awaits their most anticipated match of the night - finally they get to see Danny Mainer in action!
McNally: Well, it's time for our main event of the evening...a no-disqualification match between Ryan Cole and Danny Mainer. This one could be...interesting.
Edison: I've never seen Mainer so angry in my life! Cole's in trouble!
McNally: Well we'll find out in just a few moments...but Cole had better have something up his sleeve or else this one could get really bad really quickly.
It is time!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 12, 2010 22:39:40 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT Danny Mainer VS Ryan Cole No-DQ Credit: Danny Mainer With the match underway Mainer takes advantage of a posing Cole and sprints forward leaping up with a big time dropkick sending him crashing back into the turnbuckle. Mainer is relentless, not giving Cole a moment’s breathing room as he then nailed a big time turnbuckle Clothesline to the cornered Ryan not giving him a second to even think. Mainer eyes are blood shot red and quite clearly he’s foaming at the mouth ready to annihilate Cole. Mainer then grabs Cole and slinks out the ring practically wrapping his leg around the ring post with some violent smashes. Cole screams out in pain as Mainer then locks in a Figure 4 around the ring post applying as much pressure as he can. Mainer would’ve held it in forever but he has to let go as gravity kicks in and he soon finds himself falling to the ground. Mainer grins psychotically but when he comes back into the ring he’s caught with a top-rope guillotine cutter courtesy of the young Ryan Cole. Mainer lands face down on the apron and Cole hits a sliding dropkick sending the world champion rolling to the floor. However no sooner is Cole on the ground at ringside Mainer is rocketing to his feet with a steel chair that he grabs from underneath the ring. He swings for Cole’s head but Cole catches the shot and kicks the smaller man Mainer in the stomach. Cole grabs Mainer by his hair and slams him face first into the steel barricade but Mainer jams a thumb into the eye of his cocky opponent. Cole cries out in pain as Mainer picks up his chair and pushes Cole’s head against the ring post before smashing his steel chair against Cole’s skull practically caving it in from both sides. Cole screams in pain and slinks to the floor now, the rookie young gun nearly having his skull blown out through the top of his head. Mainer with a sadistic grin grabs Cole by his head and throws him back into the ring getting ready to start setting in the ground work for finishing off this rather short match already. Mainer slides into the ring with the steel chair as Cole slinks away to a nearby turnbuckle. Mainer slides the chair across the mat towards Cole who grabs it to try and use it for support to get up. Slowly ushering his way to his feet, Mainer stands at the opposite side of the ring signalling for The Flatliner which gets the hearts racing and the crowd pumping. Mainer sprints forward and hits the massive Muay Thai knee straight into the chair which smacks into Cole’s face on ricochet. Cole hits the deck as it appears that Mainer’s now completely in control of this match. Mainer climbs the turnbuckle now and hits a moonsault onto the downed Cole for good measure but doesn’t go for the pin. Signalling the end he shoves his arms out making sure the crowd know EXACTLY what’s about to go down. Grabbing Cole off the mat, he lifts the bigger man onto his shoulders making the crowd scream in anticipation for The Royal Flush...
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