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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:16:27 GMT -5
Tonight's Card
Theodore Wellington vs Adrian Baird ------------------------------------------------------ Jon Taylor vs Mr. Red ------------------------------------------------------ The Scorpion vs Laron Xavier ------------------------------------------------------ The Senator vs Jason Freeman
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:17:17 GMT -5
One week away from Hello/Goodbye II and things are starting to heat up in ACW. Next week things are going to come to a head, but tonight is the final buildup before the final supercard. Things should be very interesting indeed.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:26:31 GMT -5
Segment: Dinner for two? Credit: Jon Taylor, Ryan Cole Following the explosive edition that took place on ACW Island a few days ago we find ourselves in Beverly Hills, California. The home of ACW's newest couple; Jon Taylor and Daphne Stewart. Although ACW has now moved back permanently to its true home we finds ourselves visiting the stomping grounds of the rich and the famous. Our location as the scene opens up appears to be at one of the finest restaurants in the area, The Flame Grill. Inside the finely decored restaurant we spot the couple in question, Taylor and Daphne. They appear to be deep in discussion as usual. Daphne Stewart: So let me get this right babe, I pay for us to be able to come back and live here in the week so we don't have to stay on that hell hole...and you repay me by bringing me to a steakhouse?!Jon Taylor: What's the problem?! You wanted the best, I brought you to the place that does the best steaks in California! [/color] Taylor legitimately looks perplexed as to why Daphne is upset with him. Not a surprise, at all, really. Jon Taylor: Jeez, I try to do something nice for you and you find some reason to complain like always!Daphne Stewart: And I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that Steak is your favourite meal, huh?Jon Taylor: Sure, I wouldn't say no to one, but that's basic male instinct honey!Daphne Stewart: Taylor sighs. Jon Taylor: Besides I was just fine on ACW Island, it's you who complained about it. Maybe it's just as well we're here after all, since you should be the one taking me out in the first place!Just as Taylor is about to get throttled by his girlfriend, for well being Taylor, the pair's attention is drawn to the entrance of the steakhouse as loud talking/shouting can be heard. They are unable to see who it is as staff are blocking their view as the persons wait to be seated. However, as the persons continue to loudly talk Taylor's eyes narrow as he recognises who the voice belongs too. Jon Taylor: Cole. Daphne Stewart: What? No it can't be babe, surely...But sure enough it is. As a staff member gets out of the way they both get a clear look at him. In a snazzy suit he stands there with his bodyguard Dominic. Cole: What do you mean you don't have any free tables? Do you know WHO I am?! I'm Ryan Cole, the guy who just beat the champ in ACW!The staff try to reason with Cole but he isn't budging an inch. Cole: No, no - I don't think you understand ME! I'm a V.I.P, the future of ACW and the wrestling industry. If you have half a brain you'll let me continue to celebrate my success!--Jon Taylor: Success, what success?Cole looks confused at where the voice comes from initially but turns to the side to see Taylor and his girlfriend sat there. Cole:...Taylor Jon Taylor: No shit sherlock, now just what the freaking hell are you doing here? This place is for people who matter, dude.Taylor and Daphne both look very smug before Cole and his bodyguard push path the staff and approach Taylor at his table. Cole: Someone has some big words considering that his bitch is the one keeping him at the moment.Jon Taylor: Says the one that brings his own little giant everywhere because he's too scared to go anywhere alone. What's wrong, afraid of the dark?Cole: Shut it Taylor! I'm not here to let you ruin my night with your dumbass comments! I'm here to celebrate doing something that matters, unlike some!Taylor attempts a retort but interestingly Daphne replies first this time. Daphne Stewart: Is that why you had to rely on Jason Freeman to make sure Mainer was distracted for you?Cole: Taylor, tell your bitch to keep her mouth shut while the men talk, will you?Again Taylor attempts a retort yet Daphne is first to the mark. Daphne Stewart: I must say, you are really showing off despite the fact you were the one out cold on the ring floor. Successes come by that rarely for you, do they?As Cole struggles for words Daphne grins with satisfaction and glances knowingly at Taylor who doesn't seem so placed. Jon Taylor: ....Success or no success..you beat Mainer, big deal. Pretty much the entire roster has done it at some point. What do you want, a medal?Cole: It'd be a start.Cole bursts into gales of laughter leaning against Campbell for support. Jon Taylor: Well, it looks like someone can't handle their drink, eh honey?[/color] Cole: Well unlike you I've have something to celebrate! I beat the World Champ Taylor. I can see why seeing someone celebrating would confuse you as all you've had to celebrate in the last few years is Ms. Stewart and believe me that ain't much to celebrate.Daphne gasps in shock at this insult she turns and beings shrieking at Taylor. Daphne Stewart: Just who the hell does he think he is speaking to, babe?! Are YOU going to allow him to speak to me like that?![/color] Jon Taylor: Can you quit moaning please honey? I'm sorting it out if you just give me a god damn second.[/color] Cole: Oooooo. Catfight.Taylor's attention snaps back to Cole and he storms up to him. Jon Taylor: Listen, kid, I don't care who you THINK you are, but nobody talks to me like this.[/color] Cue a sharp kick under the table from Daphne. Jon Taylor: ...or Daphne.[/color] Cole: Jon. Jon. Jon. Jon. Jon. Jon. Jon. Jon Taylor: Shut it, kid. I have better things to do than babysit a kid who's got drunk for the first time.[/color] Cole: Jon, I can see you're angry. And honestly I can see why.Daphne Stewart: You know what, little man? We DON'T care why! Now how about you leave us grown-ups in peace and have your minder look after you instead.[/color] Cole: Does she ever shut up?Jon Taylor: Nope, not that I recall...[/color] Daphne emits an ear rending scream, which just causes another gale of laughter from Ryan Cole who's doubled over gasping for breath. Cole: H- Hehe- oh- Oh man that's gonna cost you.Jon Taylor: COLE![/color] Cole: Yeeesssssss?Jon Taylor: I don't care what you are doing, but you need to go do it somewhere else. And if you say the words I beat the World Champion I swear--.[/color] Cole: Like I hit Mainer with the Manebreaker?Jon Taylor: COLE![/color] Cole: Whaaaaaattttt. I didn't say "I beat the World Champion" again.Jon Taylor: Cole, that's not the point, look just get out o-[/color] Cole: I did by the way.Taylor grunts but keeps going, trying to reason with Cole Jon Taylor: You need to leave before you embarrass yourself.[/color] Cole: Like I embarrassed Mainer?Jon Taylor: Cole, listen to me get out of here before I kick your ass into next week, you're upsetting my woman.[/color] Cole: Like I upset Mainer?Daphne Stewart: Look, let's just get out of here and leave this imbecile on his own. There's a great little Italian place down the road.[/color] Cole: Oo I could go for an Italian, lets go Campbell.Daphne Stewart: No! You idiot![/color] Jon Taylor: Me or him?[/color] Daphne Stewart: BOTH OF YOU![/color] Cole: I'll leave you two alone.Cole stumbles off, his bodyguard Dominic Campbell trying to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. As Cole walks down the road he screams at anyone in the area "DON'T YOU KNOW ME? I'M RYAN COLE!" Jon Taylor: Well this night's been ruined. I was looking forward to that steak all day as well![/color] Taylor sighs,and bows his head as if respecting the memory of the steak. Daphne Stewart: Uh, Taylor?[/color] Jon Taylor: Yeah?[/color] Daphne: I arranged for us to be able to come here just to get away from the likes of that idiot, and what happened? One of them turns up at the very place we are![/color] Jon Taylor: Well I didn't know he'd be here![/color] Daphne Stewart: I still I don't understand WHY here of all places? Did you tell anyone we were leaving for the week?![/color] Jon Taylor: No, of course not! How do you expect me to know what goes through that non-existant brain of his?[/color] The argument devolves into a repetative back and forth between the squabbling couple as the scene slowly fades away. End.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:28:39 GMT -5
What’s Up, Doc? Dan White We return from the commercials to find Mr. Kevin Anderson standing backstage, prompting an interview segment. There is swiftly a large pop as the camera pans left slightly, and we see Dan White standing, curiously in his wrestling gear, considering he isn’t scheduled to fight tonight.Kevin: Hello ACW, I am here stood with Dan White, a man who has accomplished just about everything there is to accomplish in ACW, including being inducted into the Hall of Fame last month. Now Dan, last week on Warfare you and Senator proposed a friendly match of sorts, which will take place on PPV this Saturday. Given your history with Senator, do you feel that this will truly be a ‘friendly’ match? Dan White: Well Mr. Skeptic, I think that when I give my word, I tend to back it up. The facts are pretty evident in that case. But it’s true. Senator and I have tons of history. He aligned himself with Jack McCarty back in the day at my expense, we fought against each other at Omega Effect IV, and more recently, we took part in an epic Hell in a Cell bout last August, which saw yours truly win the ACW World Championship! Pop from the crowd, as Dan appears rather whimsical, reminiscing holding ACW’s premier championship.Kevin: Well Dan, that is another issue we should go onto. You lost your title last year, but never had the opportunity to fight for it back. Is part of the reason for your return due to wanting to get your hands on the gold again? Dan White: Well it’s not the only reason why I came back. Long story short, it pays well, even if the fed downsized earlier on in the year. But I missed the passion, I missed getting in the ring and having my name shouted. I’m gonna give them a massive cheap plug but I missed those fans out there… He pauses, allowing the crowd to cheer loudly at their mention, as Dan continues.Dan White: Jefferson might no longer be here, but the World title is. Danny Mainer is a man I’ve come across in the past, but I’ve never had the chance to truly go one on one with him. And for the record, I feel it would be travesty if Jason Freeman won the belt. God forbid… There’s a brief chuckle from the Welshman, as Kevin gives an observational question.Kevin: Erm, and Dan…my final question, why exactly are you in your wrestling gear? You’re not scheduled to wrestle tonight. Dan smirks.Dan White: Well, perhaps I’m not scheduled. But hey, I’m still a little rusty! I’ve only fought two matches since my return, and I need to get a chance to get back into shape! Just keep your eyes peeled for a little later on, but you’ll have to wait and find out. A sly smirk from Dan as he puts his thumbs up, before patting Kevin on the back and exiting to cheers from the crowd. Kevin looks a little confused, as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:30:28 GMT -5
Irony at Its Cruelest[/u] -TJ *We open the scene inside of TJ’s house, on a normal day in Philadelphia. This day is nothing more than a day off for TJ, who is sitting in his kitchen, eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, the box next to him. He is wearing a white beater and black Nike shorts and socks, plain black socks. After finishing his Lucky Charms, he gets up puts the bowl in the sink filled with dishes already, his bowl slides down until it stops at the side of the sink. TJ opens up the fridge and grabs a gallon of milk, half full of milk. TJ opens the milk and starts to chug from it. He almost finishes it as the there is a knock at his door. TJ closes the milk, puts it back in the fridge, wipes the milk off his upper lip and closes the fridge. He walks to the door, but before opening, looks through the window in it and sees two police officers, one tall and the other about average height, but older.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Now what?
*TJ opens the door.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Morning officers. What seems to be the problem here?
Tall.Philadelphia.Police.Officer Sorry to come here so early, but we found someone on the bench in LOVE Park this morning, he said that you know him so we took him here. He doesn’t seem to be in the right state of mind, not inebriated state, just exhausted and didn’t know his address, but knew how to get here, claiming he walked from here last night.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh really? Where is he?
Old.Philadelphia.Police.Officer One moment, he’s in the squad car.
*The two officers walk towards their car while TJ stands in the doorway.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The hell did Trey do now?
*The tall officer unlocks the car and the old officer opens the back door, in the back is TJ’s father, the man he is named after: Thomas Michael Hedgins Sr. He is not handcuffed, though, which means TJ won’t be expected to bail him out of jail. The old officer watches as TJ’s dad gets out and looks at TJ.*
TJ’s.Dad TJ! MY SON! Thank you officers.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ *Under his breath* Yea thanks.
Tall.Philadelphia.Police.Officer Good Day Mr. Hedgins.
TJ’s.Dad So long!
*TJ stands and watches as the squad car backs out of TJ’s driveway. During this time, TJ’s dad walks up to his son, who is a good bit taller than his father, just not extremely taller than him.*
TJ’s.Dad Are you gonna let me in?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Why? This isn’t your fucking house.
TJ’s.Dad Look, I know I wasn’t in your life a lot.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ More like at all.
TJ’s.Dad Alright, but I have my reasons.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Really? Do you? I thought you just couldn’t take it anymore?
TJ’s.Dad That was something in the heat of the moment, merely because I wasn’t myself, at least, I wasn’t all myself.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The hell are you getting at?
TJ’s.Dad For the majority of your life, whether I was in it or not, I’ve been addicted to heroin. That day I left, your mom caught me shooting up, actually, she caught me cleaning up after I had shooted up. I grabbed my stuff and left. I left, hoping to get clean I guess.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So you went off by yourself to get clean.
TJ’s.Dad Yes, you, your mom, Jacob, all reminded me of the stuff. I don’t know, but you all do.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So that’s all you wanted to say?
TJ’s.Dad No, but I actually need your help.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What is it? Money?
TJ’s.Dad No. I need some where to stay for a month or two.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What about LOVE park?
TJ’s.Dad No.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Fine I’ll get you a motel room for a month or two.
TJ’s.Dad Please, TJ….
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No. You want me to provide a house for you? Weren’t you the one that was supposed to do that for me?
TJ’s.Dad I know, but I won’t take it as a hand-out. I’ve got a job down near the Delaware, unloading things. I’ll pay you every week.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Half.
TJ’s.Dad But, you don’t need…
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea I know, I don’t need half. But half of your pay check should have been to provide for me, so no you’re paying half to provide for me to provide you. Karma is a bitch isn’t it.
TJ’s.Dad Yea. But thank y-
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Don’t thank me until you have your own place.
*The scene fades as TJ and his dad walk into TJ’s house.*
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:31:31 GMT -5
Final Word.The sound of a car door slamming shut is the first thing to greet us as the camera cuts to a parking lot filled to the brim with cars the camera moves to reveal that the car door that just closed belonged to one Ryan Cole. Cole: How hard is it to get a damn parking place in this damn arena?Cole’s parking based grievances fall on ... well not deaf ears, but the reserved ears of Dominic Campbell who simply shrugs in answer to Cole’s question. Cole: And for that matter-: Ryan Cole? Ryan Cole! Cole: Oh dear god no.Kevin Anderson trots his way on screen microphone in hand as always he gets up to Ryan Cole and shoves the microphone into his face. Anderson: Now Cole, I just have a few questions for you. Regarding to your-Cole: Stop.Anderson: Wha-Cole: Why are you here? I’m not even actually in the arena yet. Couldn’t this wait?Anderson: I just wanted to make sure I got to interview you before anyone else did.Cole: Well honestly, I wouldn’t want anyone else to interview me Kevin.Anderson: Really?Cole: Yeah.Anderson: Well that’s great, now friend –Cole: I like having you interview me because I don’t feel bad about doing this to you.Anderson: Doing what?The dread is clear in Kevin Anderson’s voice as he slowly turns around into the chest of Dominic Campbell, he jumps backwards with fright. Cole: Mic, now.Anderson quickly hands the microphone to Ryan Cole never taking his eye off of the 6’7 English enforcer Dominic Campbell. Cole: Goodbye Kevin, see you next week.Campbell shepherds Kevin Anderson out of shot while Cole smirks in delight. Cole: Like always I am going to speak for myself.His smirk grows and he pauses as if making sure that the camera caught his arrogance. Cole: I beat Danny Manier last week 1,2,3. It’s only been a week since then and already people have been calling my win a fluke. I promise you it was far from a fluke! I beat him, you can make excuses about interference or whatever you want but history only notes the results, all the records will note is this “Ryan Cole defeated World Champion Danny Mainer”. History will not note the madman Manier brutally assaulting me afterwards.Cole gingerly puts a hand to his ribs and grimaces slightly, possibly remembering the pain or still feeling the effects of Mainers attack. Cole: I. Won. I could do it again. I could beat him again. Everybody knows it and now because of this, because of the fact that I have a win over the world champion means that you can’t possibly attempt to deny me the glory that I deserve, the opportunities I deserve. I earned them simply through pure talent, but for those who doubted me they now have the proof of my talent.
And you can remember that.End
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:32:27 GMT -5
Name and blame.“Ladies and gentlemen, this official ACW press conference is about to begin.”There is a buzz from the crowd as some people begin moving into the specially set up press conference area. The buzz steadily increases until the ACW official in charge of this event steps up to the mic. Official: Please welcome, Jason Freeman, Jon Taylor and Ryan Cole. There is an outbreak of boos but as quite possibly the three most hated men in ACW walk in, Ryan Cole seemingly talking the time to antagonise some members of the audience but a glare from Freeman causes him to stop and take his place. Freeman:[/color] Thank you for attending today. W- Cole: You’re thankful these people are here?Freeman:[/color] Not the time Cole. Jon Taylor: Surprise, surprise the kid doesn't know when to keep his big mouth shut.[/color] Cole throws up his arms in surrender and mouths “I was just saying” Freeman: Now, our group has many concerns that we shall address today. Firstly, it has come to my understanding that for many weeks the public has been curious as to what our group is called. While we have been referred to as a nameless group - an alliance - that is all to change tonight. Cole: A name helps people to identify us. Helps them remember us.Freeman: Exactly. We are Ascendancy. We do what the name suggests - we are a group of the most talented wrestlers in this company, and thanks to this group we shall ascend to the top. Of course we shall be taking down all of the false heroes like the Danny Mainers on the way there. Jon Taylor: Some of you seem confused, however I’m not surprised. After all, the only thing half of you have seen “rising to the top” would be your weight.[/color] Cole: Aw I was gonna say that.Jon Taylor: Sure you were, kid.[/color] Cole: Stop calling me kid.Jon Taylor: Something wrong kid?[/color] Freeman: If you two are finished bickering like children, I have something important to say. Cole: Whatever.Jon Taylor: That'll be a first then won't it, kid.Taylor grins to himself as Cole stews while Freeman simply talks - ignoring the pair. Freeman: While we are on the subject of Danny Mainer...Some of you may have noticed he has been having some trouble recently - trouble for which he has decided I am to blame. He has even stated he holds me responsible for doing something that nobody has been able to do before - ruin his life. Now while I would love to take the credit for having a part in this, I must say that it wasn't me that's ruined Mainer's life. No, only one man could have achieved that. The only man who could ruined Danny Mainer's life was the world champion himself - Danny Mainer. After all, I have done nothing but expose Mainer for what he truly is. It wasn't I that turned Caitlynn away from Mainer, but Mainer himself, and the true colors that lie beneath his skin. Now it seems he has lost his marriage, his dignity and very very soon he will lose his world title. Taylor chuckles to himself. Freeman:[/color] Something to say? Jon Taylor: Well it’s just you said he’s lost his dignity and I can’t agree more, I mean you made him lose to a punk rookie last week. Hell, if I was Mainer I would have sunk into a depression by now. To lose to a mere kid, well, that's got to cut deep you know![/color] Cole: Whilst I appreciated Freeman’s assistance I’ll have you know I would have won that match either way. And you keep calling me a rookie all you want I’m the one who’s beaten the world champion here, maybe you should remember that.Jon Taylor:I don't understand why you keep pulling that card. After all, I have not only beaten that waste of space myself, but I did it without relying on someone else! How about you celebrate something worth celebrating eh, kid?[/color] Freeman: I will not say this again. Get a hold of yourselves you hyperactive children. There is an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. Cole: He started it.Perhaps attempting to prevent any further arguments the ACW official quickly moves up to the mic. Official: The panel... uh Ascendancy will now answer a few of your questions.Jon Taylor: Answer is a loose word. I will answer what I feel like answering, ask any dumbass questions and you won't be getting a response.[/color] Various members of the crowd explode with questions ranging from Danny Mainer to the choice of name, the ACW official attempts to calm down the crowd asking for quiet. Cole: So who's got a question for me first, then? I'm guessing you all want to know how I took Mainer, eh? Well--Taylor typically interrupts his stablemate. Jon Taylor: Shut it, kid! No one cares about how you cheated to win...or anything to do with you for that matter! No, what the people want to know is what I, Jon Taylor, am going to next in this company. They want to know what is the next step in my plan to become--[/color] Taylor stops as Cole throws up his arms and slips out of his chair. Cole: I've had enough of your stupid ego, Taylor! If you come down off that stupid cloud where your ego is then maybe...no! I'm done with this, you can do it on your own! Cole walks away from the press conference area, ignoring the jeers from the audience as he walks past. Taylor doesn’t even seem to notice Cole leaving and continues to berate the audience. Jon Taylor:: Well then, now that I managed to get rid of that waste of space, let's move on to another waste of space - you people! Come on then, I don't have all day - what stupid questions do you want to ask me? [/color] Freeman seems to be attempting to calm down Taylor in an attempt to salvage something from the conference but Taylor is having none of it and continues verbally assaulting the audience. “Of all the buffoonish, immature....” We cut to Backstage after the conference where Senator Steve Phillips is not a happy man. Senator: How could you be so ignorant. Do you not have any idea of what this does for our group’s image? Cole: Ascendancy’s Image.Senator: What? Ryan Cole dips his head and lifts his hands in surrender, he is still wearing the same suit from the press conference it appears that Senator caught him after he left the conference. Cole: Look, blame Taylor for all this he’s the one that went on that ego trip.Senator: I told Freeman that he would be nothing but trouble. He needs to control that man. Where are they anyway? Cole: Well considering it’s Taylor he could stand bragging about himself for a good few hours so we might have to wait a bit.Jon Taylor: You call that bragging, kid? Bragging is what you partake in, I tell the truth![/color] Jon Taylor walks up behind Senator and Cole with a beaming smile on his face. Freeman lagging behind him a distant look in his eyes as if planning considering something important. Senator: Well aren’t you pleased with yourself. Jon Taylor: Well why wouldn’t I be? I set them damn paparazzi or whatever they're called straight! I showed them who's boss![/color] Senator: You have never considered anyone or anything other than yourself! Jon Taylor: While that may be true for you Steve, I think Daphne would feel differently.[/color] Taylor turns to his side where his girlfriend Daphne has now joined them. Freeman snaps back to reality returning from his deep thought. Freeman: Well if it hadn’t been for me you would not have had nearly as impactful a return and just faded off into obscurity. Again. Jon Taylor: Says the man who did nothing with his career without other people by his side![/color] Cole: I’m with Freeman here.Jon Taylor: Like that's a surprise Kid, you're nothing but a rookie trying ride his way to the top with as little effort as possible![/color] Cole: What did you call me?Jon Taylor: You heard me, kid. I called you a ROOKIE![/color] Senator steps in between the two forcing them apart Senator: This pathetic bickering is pointless. Do you not consider how I appear when I am associated with you two? Cole: Washed up? Senator: Excuse me? Cole: Well compared to me, you look like a washed up old man who needs to hang it upSenator: Now Cole I may not be as young as I once was but I promise you I am just as dangerous. Now I propose you leave, now, before I force you to. Cole backs up and gives a parting, mocking bow. Cole: If I’m needed then you can contact me but I hope you’ll excuse me if I miss out on our next group picnic. He turns and leaves without waiting for a retort which Taylor looks like he was just ready to deliver. Jon Taylor: Freeman, are you sure this kid is any more use to us than that rich boy, Wellington?.[/color] Freeman: He reminds me of you. Taylor looks in a state of shock. Jon Taylor: Excuse me?! Tell me you did not just compare me to that rookie![/color] Freeman: I did. Like it or not we are all far more similar than any of us would like to admit. Jon Taylor: So we’re all annoying punks who are too big for their boots?[/color] Freeman: Well, I suppose it could be argued. Jon Taylor: Freeman what kind of group is this anyway? Half of the time we’re at each other throats! It’s not an alliance at all. The kid can't stand on his own two feet and Steve is never around! What do you even call something like this?[/color] Freeman: Ascendancy End.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:34:35 GMT -5
Match 1: Theodore Wellington Vs Adrian Baird Credit: Jon Taylor
The match starts off with Wellington immediately going on the offense, grappling with Baird in the centre of the ring in a traditional lock-up. Baird struggles to escape and counter but is unable to and Wellington puts Baird in an Abdominal stretch. Baird struggles for a long while all the time grimacing at the pain being inflicted while Wellington merely grins. Eventually Wellington grows bored of this and releases the submission, allowing Baird to drop to the ground. Before Baird can make any type of recovery Wellington drops to the canvas with a knee drop right across the chest region. Baird moans as he feels the full force of Wellington's weight come crushing down on his body and looks severly winded. Wellington doesn't let up with the offense, this time he stands up, bringing his opponent with him. Wellington continues to be the dominant force in the match as he follows up with multiple knife edge chops before irish whipping his struggling opponent in the corner.
Baird groans as he hits turnbuckle hard, but that is the least of his worries as Wellington follows up with a turnbuckle splash leaving Baird severly dazed. As Baird stumbles across the ring Wellington hits a snap suplex and bridges for the pin. 1...2..kickout! Somehow Baird manages to get his shoulder up, much to the surprise of Wellington and indeed the rest of the arena. Wellington shrugs off the minor bump in the road and continues his offense. He locks in a Boston Crab, leaving Baird in sheer agony. Baird cries out from the intense pain, wanting it all to end...but yet he still doesn't submit! We all the strength still left in his body he slowly scales the canvas to the other side of the ring and grab the bottom rope! Wellington surprised by the sheer determination shown by his opponent is forced to relinquish the hold.
With Baird showing clear signs of fatigue Wellington knows his opponent can't keep kicking out and fighting his way out of these situations much longer. He picks up Baird and turns up the pace, irish whipping his opponent, almost in a slingshot like style across the ring and as his opponent returns he hits a gigantic big boot to the head! Is this over? Wellington drops to the canvas but doesn't go for the pin, instead as he goes to pick up Baird he gets an eye rake for his troubles! Stumbling back Wellington is suddenly put on the defense as Baird senses an opponent and follows with a kick to the mid-section and goes for a neckbreaker..however he's shoved off by Wellington! Wellington capitalises as Baird can't turn around quick enough and lunges forward to hit the Money Shot! As you would expect Baird is out the count and Wellington walks away with the victory.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:40:51 GMT -5
STILL ALIVE??? Credit:..... The fans are screaming, and chanting for the ACW superstars. They can’t wait to see else comes out, and hopefully, just hopefully they will shake their hand. Maybe even give them a small sense of importance in their life. Maybe, just maybe, give them a small sense of fame. The fans are becoming impatient. They begin to chant random names. Suddenly the lights begin to flicker, and a familiar tune is playing over the sound system. The fans freeze at the sound of the tune. They can’t believe what they are hearing.
“CAUSE I’M A CRIMINAL!!!” Pyros fly up into the air, and out comes the long forgotten, Criminal. He walks out on the ramp, and stops to gaze at all the fans. Contrary to his belief, they all still remember him. The sounds of “BOO’s” alone is enough to make any superstar in his standing smile with accomplishment. He makes his way down to the ring walking to one side of the ramp, acting like he is going to slap a fans hand, and then quickly going to the other side to fake the same thing. As he walks up the stairs he picks up the microphone that is sitting there waiting for his appearance. Criminal paces around the ring, and then sits on the turnbuckle gazing out towards the ACW universe.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I’m a little impressed… I can’t believe that some things just never change. I have been gone for over a month, and decided that I would make a small appearance, Yes, I said a small appearance, to see how things are going over around her. In my wonderful discovery, I have discovered that all of my fans still love me, and probably can’t wait for me to return to the ring. AM I RIGHT?? The fans raise in “BOO’S”[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] AHH, the sweet, sweet, sound of glory. Now, I find it a little ironic how you all boo me, but then again, once I walk down the ramp and step out in front of you… Well, you all want to be my friend. You want me to smack your hands, and smile while I walk past, hell you probably even want me to kiss your babies. Well, to you all I say FUCK YOU!! The fans start raising in the “YOU SUCK” chants. Criminal just smiles, and doesn’t move from the turnbuckle.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I have worked for what I have. It may not have all been legal, but I did work for it. Why should I share my glory with pathetic low lives like yourself? Criminal pauses for an answer…and NOTHING!![glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] That’s what I thought! Nothing to say! There isn’t anyone in this arena that has the testicles to perform some of the tasks that needed to be done just for me to eat. There isn’t anyone here that has paid the dues needed to stay free. And, there isn’t anyone in this building that has turned his life around, and has worked as hard as I have! The audience is speechless.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You little bastards should all be speechless! I haven’t been here in over a month, and their hasn’t been any question as to where I have been. Some superstars where glad to see me vanish. Honestly, they are some of your favorites. The fans raise in a “TJ” chant![glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] “The soul of Philly” TJ, A great guy if I say so myself. I have defeated him for the Entertainment championship, and he has beat me for it as well. So many times did we both step in this ring, and give it our all…, and for what. The fans? HELL NO! It sure as hell wasn’t for any of you, it was for that nice piece of gold that we held around our waist proudly. Now, I haven’t ran into TJ tonight, so whether or not he still holds the title is unknown in my eyes. However, if he still does hold it, I can clearly see that I am the only one capable of taking it away from him. The fans again raise in “BOO’s”[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Don’t worry, I’m not here to come back to the ring quite yet. Just here to make sure that my beloved fans have not forgotten about me. Also, to make sure that the superstars in the back haven’t got comfy with their lives here. Soon enough, I will step back into an ACW ring, and take back what is rightfully mine. As of right now though, I got a nice set of twins in the back waiting for me, and well let’s face it… They are WAY more important than any of you! Criminal’s music begins to play as he drops the microphone, and heads to the back. The twin models meet him at the top of the ramp, where Criminal grabs them and then leaves the arena.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:42:04 GMT -5
Segment: Are You Ready? Credit: Theodore Wellington, Jon Taylor, Jason Freeman, Ryan Cole, The Senator As Warfare pushes forward, somebody is arriving late. The fans look on as a stretch limo pulls up and none other than Theodore Wellington jumps out. He has a grin on his face as he fixes his sun glasses and walks into the arena not noticing anyone or anything around him. The camera follows him as he travels down the hall way and into a corridor. He gets to a door and goes to knock but instead just swings it open.The camera rotates around and shows that he has just opened the door to The Senators locker room. Inside, Ryan Cole, Dominic, Daphne and Jon Taylor all jump to their feet. Jason Freeman and Steve Phillips were in the corner talking but they both turn quickly to see the intruder. Theodore Wellington: Hey guys! How is everyone in the Senatorial Stable? Oops I mean…wait….do you guys even have a name? No? Well that’s ok…you won’t be around ACW that long anyway. Freeman rolls his eyes and now saunters over towards Wellington he doesn’t lose his smile. Freeman stands in front of his buddies and tells them to relax.Freeman: You have a lot of nerve coming here…especially without you hired gun to protect you. Theodore Wellington: Oh so this week, now that you have these three with you…you’re feeling brave. Last week I couldn’t get you into the ring! But it’s ok, you can all relax…I’m not here to fight…I just came to remind you that tonight is the night where you guys find out which one of you I’m coming for first. It could be any of you so watch your backs. Cole lets out a little chuckle and the attention turns to him as he pats Dominic on the back.Ryan Cole: Real scary, but let's be honest…you couldn’t get to me without going through Dominic here and I don’t see that happening.Dominic steps up into Wellingtons face. The two stare at each other for moment before Wellington smiles and pats Dominics chest.Theodore Wellington: I like your thinking Cole! And you can go ahead and feel safe if you want but you’re not off the hook. You’re boyfriend here won’t always be around and just when you think your safe…you could find out your first on my list! Jon Taylor: You know what, whatever your name is? Nobody could give a damn who is on your list! You're a nobody in this company, just like everyone else that isn't in this stable. As much as I hate to admit it, every single man in this stable is here for a reason - because we are the best that ACW has to offer! Now, I don't know what the freaking hell possessed Freeman in the first place to let you in this stable, but let me reassure you now, I'm 100% sure he wasn't sober at time! So how about you take that big mouth of yours and go run it that someone gives a damn about your sorry ass.Wellington now steps around Dominic towards Taylor.Theodore Wellington: You must be Jon Taylor right? We never got formally introduced…I’m Theodore Wellington…the man who got screwed so you can get into this little orgy you guys got going on. What stops you from roughing me up? I guess nothing, EXCEPT that Ivan has his marching orders for tonight and nothing you do will stop it. So you can rough me up…but if…lets say…you tried to fill my shoes in a group I was booted out of so I naturally have a growing hatred for you…you could still be first. Jon Taylor: Kid, you just don't get it do YOU?! You-are-not-important! What comes out of your mouth? Wasted breath, because none of us are paying a blind bit of attention to it! So, how about you go off and talk to your hired goon and tell him to come after Jon Taylor, because I can guarantee you'll find him in a big broken heap just like anybody else who has ever tried to come after me!This time it is Taylor who approaches Wellington and the two begin to staredown but they interrupted as someone steps in the middle of them...Senator: EVERYONE JUST RELAX! I’m sick of this. You guys keep playing his little game and feeding his ego and it only drags this on! He is like a child…just ignore him and he will go away. Theodore Wellington: Leave it to the old man to go and bring up the mature way to handle it! But why try to be mature about this Sennie? The fun has just begun! And you could very well be first…I mean what better way to send a message than to take out a man as distinguished as you? I mean it is close to retirement age for you but I know you can still put up a fight. Wellington reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card and hands it to Daphne. Theodore Wellington: My numbers on the back for when you decide you want a night with a real man. Taylor does not like this at all and he steps up to go after Wellington but suddenly stops. Ivan steps into the room and looms over Wellington’s shoulder. Wellington smiles and claps his hands together.Theodore Wellington: Well…if there is nothing else…we’ll be on our way. I’ll be seeing one of you real soon. Theodore turns to leave and as he does Freeman grabs his arm.Freeman: I know you think you have our number…I know you think you have the best plan…but just know that you have nothing over us. You keep saying you’re going to pick us apart one by one...but I think the real question is…will we get you and this goon before you get to us? So let me tell you, we will see YOU…real soon. Wellington smiles and shakes Freemans arm off. He gives the group one more look before turning and leaving with Ivan. The group of men stare off after him as each is left to wonder who is coming for and if they can take him out before he gets to them as the scene fades.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:43:41 GMT -5
Educating The Masses Laron Xavier “If dat’s how da Nigga wanna roll, den dat’s how we do shit.” Standing in front of the camera, Laron Xavier smiles out at the audience watching live. “This is some fuckin’ bullshit, makin’ a nigga stand here and smile, lookin’ like he got a pipe up his ass.” “Ladies and gentleman, ya friendly neighborhood black guy here, just wantin’ t’ let ya’ll know dat da man ya’ll know as Buddy Ghee, mis-represents the black culture. In fact, he’s da sole reason da hoods hang us in da trees, ‘cause o’ Nigga’s like Buddy Ghee.” Laron smiles at the crowd who are mildly confused, until he continues on. “Dere’s no funk anymore, no one wears bell bottoms but we see Buddy Ghee doing so. Dat Nigga decides to take us back to da seventies and what da we remember from den, nothin’ dat’s what. Ya walkin’ down da streets. Ya see a Nigga walkin’ down da streets, wearin’ da jheri curl, ‘fro pick in his hair and da first thing ya think is ‘fuck, dat dere’s a black guy. He gon’ shoot us.’ It’s like when ya walkin’ down da street and ya see a guy wearin’ da turban and ya first thought is’ o, fuck, terrorist. And instead of bein’ ‘fraid dat he gon’ shoot ya, ya run ‘cause he gon blow ya da fuck up.”Laron laughs to himself, and so too do a fair amount of the gathered crowd. “Dey eatin’ dis shit up like Nigga’s eatin’ fried chicken. As they quiet down, Laron continues on. “Ya see, I spent da last three months tryin’ t’ make da Niggers in ACW be respected. Befo’ Laron Xavier came ‘round town, dere was only Black Kid London, who was a whiter Nigga than Michael Jackson, and Buddy Ghee, who we already covered but for those of ya who are just a bit slow, let me explain myself.” The scene cuts away from Laron, and displays a picture. He begins to speak with the picture still up. “Ya see, dis here is a fake Nigga. One dat drives da fear into the hearts of little boys and girls. Ya see, dey mom’s and dad’s tell dem to avoid dese sort o’ Nigga’s because dey bad dudes. Not only dat, but dey be weak Niggas and da reason we was stuck workin’ in da plantations growin’ tobacco instead of dat ganjah for a hundred years.” It cuts away, this time to another picture. Again, the image stays up as Laron speaks. “Ya see, dis here’s da real Nigga. One dat everyone loves. When dat Nigga died, millions o’ people turned out t’ mourn. He was a strong black man, told it as it is. He wasn’t afraid o’ nobody and left da world with a big fuck you. Dat’s da sort o’ Nigga dat da kids should aspire t’ be, dey should aspire to be like Tupac, aspire to be like Laron Xavier. Not dat Kiddie Fiddler and not dat Nigga Laron Xavier.”Laron pauses for a moment gathering himself. “A’right son, ya got one shot t’ get dem on ya side. “Ya see, ya might not like Theodore Wellington, ya might like Buddy Ghee for finally shuttin’ him da fuck up at Omega Effect, but guess what, we talkin’ bout Theodore Wellington. He was da weak link in a group wit’ Ryan fuckin’ Cole. Dat Nigga ain’t nothin’ wit’ out da Black man he enslaved before. Buddy was just doin’ his job, fightin’ for da rights of his ancestors.
But ya don’t come out here and brag about it son, naw, instead ya say, fuck da world, fuck da police, fuck dat Wellington Boot and say I’m gon’ win da fuckin’ title. Ya don’t turn into a fuckin’ weak Nigga, ya gotta stay strong Buddy, but ya ain’t, so it’s up to Laron Xavier to show everyone once and for all, what a Nigga’s ‘bout.
So At Hello Goodbye II, I’m a lay down da challenge for Buddy Ghee. He can accept and try and show dat he ain’t some fuckin’ wigga Nigga, or he can lay down and I’ll pull da Trigga. Buddy, ya gon’ be da white boy’s bitch once more, or we gon’ have some Nigga on Nigga violence. It’s ya call, let me know.”Laron looks out at the crowd before the feed cuts away.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:45:26 GMT -5
Bitch is Back
[/center][/font] Stilettos clicked against the marble halls as we fade back into the show. Somewhere in the hallways of the ACW arena, we pan to find a familiar face sashaying in a black kimono dress that ends just below the knees. A phoenix is sewn on the back, staring at the camera with its piecing eyes. With just one flip of a few strands of the blonde wig, we become more aware that this person is none of than Mystique. Throwing a case on a nearby table, she begins to open it- revealing a mountain of makeup.
She began to sort through the makeup case, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and pulling one out, looking around for a lighter. Success, a red Bic tucked away. She clicked the lighter to life and puffed away as she set up a small mirror on the table.Staff: Umm, excuse me ... but you can't smoke in this building. Mystique:Honey bee, you think I care about your rules? Staff:Well it's not my rules uhhh ma'am, it's the law. Mystique: Sweet cakes, can you do me a favor and shut that minimum wage trap of yours. This magic doesn't happen without complete silence. She only needed to finish with a z-snap before grabbing a tube of lipstick out of her case, running it slowly across the top of her lips and down at the bottom. Sucking in her cheeks, she looked over slowly to find the staff member still standing there.Mystique: Can I help you babe? Staff:I really need you to put that out. Mystique: Listen Juan or whatever your wetback parents called you, I will give you six pesos to get your unfierce ass up outta here. Staff:Ma'am I'm going to call security if you don't- Mystique: Call security hookah, is Chris still working it? He and I go way back ... he was a freaky little thing. Staff:I ... I ... He had no words left. Beet red, the staff member moved off with a shaking hand and head. With a roll of her eyes, Mystique went back to her mirror to check her lips. After grabbing a bottle of foundation, a voice perked her ears up. Straightening up, she looked at herself in the mirror as she listened intently on the voice coming out of a nearby room....:haha, thank you. I'll see you later on tonight! Mystique: *mutters* come this way ... come this way ... come this- ...:YOU! Gasping, Mystique moved away from the mirror and looked at the woman with a smile on her face.Mystique: Oh, Charlotte ... My dear sweetie, age hasn't done you well. You have to botox it up a bit honey pie. Charlotte:What the hell are you doing here? Mystique: Oh now hon, that's no way to say welcome back! Charlotte:Welcome back? Mystique: That's right miss thang. Charlotte:But we already have a new makeup girl. And she's a lot better. Mystique: You shut your dirty whore mouth! I was the best makeup artist this arena ever saw! It's not my fault your skin is so disgusting the makeup just ran away from it. Anyway, I'm not here about a makeup position. Hawthorne called me for replacing someone else. Charlotte:Oh, really? Mystique: Yes my baby bottle. And now being right here I finally see exactly why I was called up. Charlotte:And who are you replacing. Mystique: Oh my dear, I'm going to be replacing you. OH! I'm almost late for my date with hawthorne. You think he'll like this? Away from the camera, Mystique opened her kimono robe to reveal an outfit we cannot see, however from Charlotte's face we are foreshadowed to what type of outfit Mystique has chosen.Charlotte:I ... you ... I- Mystique: Have a good show honey, it might just be your last few. I'm glad I bumped into you tonight to warn you myself. The bitch is back, and baby that's bad news for you. Slamming the case shut, Mystique passed Charlotte with a malicious grin, Charlotte still horrified by what she's saw and from the shock she had just received.[fade to black]
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:47:18 GMT -5
Ongoing negotiations Credit: Ivan Boreanaz
The segment opens to show Jeremy Alexander and Samuel Hawthorne sitting either side of the large mahogany table in Hawthorne's office. Both men are dressed in a very formal attire and seem to be sizing each other up.
"So then," Hawthorne breaks the silence by beginning. "Do you have signed copies of the contracts I sent you midweek?"
Jeremy just continues to stare. He's making little attempt to hide his annoyance at the moment; but he's making sure that Hawthorne isn't 100% sure what's annoyed him so much.
"Was there an issue in the small print? If so you didn't have to sort it out in person. You could have faxed any objecti--"
"I like to deal with business on a more personal front. So I thought I'd tell you to your face that, again, these contracts are unacceptable."
Jeremy drops the contracts from a large height onto a pile of other sheets Hawthorne has on his desk. He had hoped it might blow a load of papers off at the same time but it merely caused a few ripples.
"What's wrong with them?" Hawthorne asks with a sigh.
"There's nothing communally wrong with them," Jeremy admits. "Ivan's contract is actually a hundred percent fine. I have a signed copy in my office waiting to be sent in."
"But yours?"
"The wage is too low."
"It's the standard pay for a low level manager."
"But I am neither 'low level' or 'standard'," Jeremy snaps. "I am the crème de la crème and I expect to be paid like it."
"What are your demands then?" Hawthorne asks as he leans back in his chair.
Jeremy waits for a moment and stares straight into Hawthorne's eyes. "I want wages the same level as Ivan." Hawthorne lets out a laugh. "Plus bonuses."
"Are you pulling my leg?"
"No. I'm deadly serious," Jeremy's statement is backed up by his stare which stops Hawthorne from laughing. "Deadly."
"What makes you think that you're worth that much?"
"With me you get Ivan. That's what you think Ivan's worth - so it's what you think I'm worth."
"Hmmmm." Hawthorne considers the hard line approach that Jeremy is taking with the negotiations. "I tell you what. I'll take the offer I gave you for Ivan and yourself. I'll combine them and divide by two. You get half. He gets half. If you come as a pair and that's how much ACW's willing to offer. Seems fair enough."
"No," Jeremy immediately states.
"Excuse me?"
"I said no."
"You're on the verge of pulling off an incredible deal for someone new to ACW who has no big name before signing up and you...decline?"
"Not so much decline. More..." Jeremy searches for the best terms to use in his vast business mind. "re-opening negotiations."
"I don't think you're really in a strong position here, Mr. Alexander. Not at all."
"I think you'll find I hold the cards here. I manage Ivan Boreanaz."
"But that's exactly my point," Hawthorne says with a smile. "You're his manager. Not him, himself. Now I've offered you a generous offer because I like the way you do business - even if it's not going to make you very many friends. But when it comes down to it that's all you are. His manager. I don't need a manager. I need a wrestler. I need Ivan, not you. So if I were you, I'd take that offer you've got on the table and sign it before it's too late." Hawthorne smiles some more as he carefully nudges the two contracts back in the direction of Jeremy. "Oh, and another thing. As you may have noticed Ivan doesn't have a match this week. So don't sit there and tell me that he's going to prove that the two of you are worth more than that. Because you don't, and won't, get the chance to put any pressure on me. You following?"
"One hundred percent," Jeremy says before staring straight at Hawthorne. It really is a standoff. "In business your word is everything. Trust is everything." Hawthorne nods his head in appreciation of Jeremy's musings. "And I'm giving you my word that I will go against my instincts on this one and won't ask for anything more than Ivan's age, plus bonuses, for each of us. I won't demand more."
Hawthorne chuckles once more. "I don't think you quite understand."
"No YOU don't understand," Jeremy snaps, finally raising his voice slightly. "Without me you get no Ivan. Without the manager you get no wrestler. Just like every great leader I have a grip on my client that you can't break. Go to him and spread lies and see what happens. He will snap you into a million pieces before he believes anything bad about me. Because that's how the best leadership is done. You need to create devotion whilst maintaining a tight grip. So basically, you need to change your tact. You either try and get us both...or you don't."
Symbolically Jeremy pushes the contracts back towards Hawthorne who picks them up and stares at them for a moment. "It sounds like you've made your choice," he says before placing the contracts in the bin.
"I should perhaps warn you before I leave that Ivan will still make an impact tonight. Mark my words. You made a valid point that Ivan has no match tonight. But he's here in the building. And he'll make an impact. So far he's shown people what he can do when he wins. He's shown that he gets a job done even if he loses. Tonight he'll show you personally that he's the biggest person in this company even when he's not competing," Jeremy says as he gets to his feet, this time not offering a handshake to Hawthorne. "So after you've watched what he can do...again...I expect you to reconsider the offer on the table at the moment. Because this is your final chance to tie Ivan and myself down to a contract. I expect to be able to sign on the dotted line at the pay-per-view. Don't let me down."
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:48:54 GMT -5
Match 2: Jon Taylor Vs Mr. Red Credit: Jon Taylor
Match start: As the bell rings both men pace around the ring in a circle, waiting for the other to come to them. Finally, it is the impatient Red who charges in attempting to drive Taylor into the ropes behind, however Taylor's much greater in-ring technical prowess allows him to use the momentum generated as they bounce back from the ropes and uses a double leg takedown to charge Red back first into the turnbuckle. He places Reds arms over the ropes adjacent to the turnbuckle before backing off and charging forward with a kick to the mid-section...however this is a rare mistake from Taylor as Red forward rolls along the canvas and out of the way. As Taylor turns to face Red his quick opponent is already following up with a running Dropkick which sends Taylor backwards over the top rope and onto the ground below! Sensing he has a good opportunity to inflict some serious damage Red pulls back on the rope and springboards to the outside to connect with a senton splash...only Taylor rolls out of the way and sends his opponent crashing!
Match mid-point: Both men slowly recover to their feet with the aid of the barricade, with the crowd only chanting in the hope both men will take each other out. Taylor lunges forward and gets a hold of Red...and gets an eye poke for his troubles! Red grins as Taylor stumbles back. He grabs a hold of him and throws him under the bottom rope before scaling the turnbuckle! As Taylor lays on the canvas he leaps off and connects with a leg drop to groin! He hooks the leg..1...2 - KICKOUT! Red slams his hand down on the canvas in frustration before quickly picking up Taylor and begins teeing off with knife edged chops to the chest. The sound is deafening as Taylor tries to fight back but Red merely kicks it up a notch begins punching him in the head. He irish whips him into the ropes and as Taylor rebounds off goes for a Hurrancarana...however instead of pulling Taylor down Taylor manages to catch him and with all his force slams him down! Red lands hard and lets out a gasps as Taylor rolls to the side of him and rests on the canvas.
Match end: As each man tries to recover desperately the crowd boo, growing more and more impatient. Finally each man stumbles to his feet, Red charges forward and goes for a clothesline but easily sees it coming and ducks under it. They grapple in the middle of the ring but Red instantly recognises that he is in Taylor's world here and breaks it, backing off. Taylor pushes forward sensing his one-dimensional opponent is lacking ideas. Deciding he's had enough of chasing his prey Taylor goes to it, to disastrous consequences! He gets a kick to the mid-section for his troubles and is sent keeling over! Is this it? Yes! Red signals for the Code Red and hits it...NO WAIT! Taylor digs in deep and merely uses Red's momentum to throw him over his shoulder. Red desperately tries to scramble to his feet but before he can he finds himself in a deadly situation - the Triangle of Perfection! He valiantly battles, and refuses to lose his pride and tap, however this results in the referee stepping in to stop the contest and award Taylor the win.
With the match over and Red helped out of the ring Taylor stands in the centre, joined by Daphne. He has a microphone in his hand as you expect and lifts it to address to the crowd who are doing their upmost to heckle him and his girlfriend.
Jon Taylor: You know what? You people make me SICK! I just put my heart and guts into that match, a match put on partly to entertain you people and the best you minium wage slobs can do is boo and heckle! You people should be practically worshipping me. You want to know why? Because I'm the only person in this damn company with any decency in his blood! You see, just like I said I would, I choked this punk the hell out. Just like every week I said something and followed through with it! Unlike Red and the rest of the roster who are all talk and no substance, I am the very opposite . In fact, you people should be APPLAUDING me for my work right now!
Unsurprisingly the crowd are doing the opposite which is not quite the reaction Taylor wanted. Both Taylor make their thoughts known before carrying on.
Jon Taylor: That's right, that nobody came out here last week and spouted some rubbish about how he should get a shot at Mainer, and I don't even get so much as a thank you for putting back down where he deserves to be. Pft, so much for manners, eh? Well, I guess I better reassure you people you'll have plenty of time to thank me through the course of tonight, because my work here on this edition of Warfare is FAR from finished! So, kick on back and enjoy the show...because I sure know Daphne and I are going to.
Taylor lingers on his last words as the crowd fall silent. With "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy kicking in Taylor and Daphne both let out truimphant laughs before holding each other's hand and exiting the ring.
The question that remains is what does the devious Jon Taylor have in store for us still? Either way, with Taylor involved it can't be good.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:49:27 GMT -5
Segment: Chink in the Armor (Credit: Freeman)
Throughout Hawthorne’s career as the chairman of ACW, he has had many different people to negotiate with. In a company with a roster as combustible as the ACW roster, he of course has had more than a few problems on his hands, and more than a few tough discussions. From TJ to Danny Mainer, Hawthorne has had his work cut out for him many times. Perhaps one of the men he least liked sitting across from however, was Jason Freeman.
There was something about Freeman that was just unsettling. The way he always seemed to dominate the conversation. The way he always seemed to know what you were going to say – anticipate it. The way you felt you were always falling right into his trap, and those vulture-like eyes that could be so expressionless, yet say so much at the same time. Hawthorne had had many negotiations go badly with Freeman, and tonight he finds himself across from Jason Freeman once again, though this time Freeman is not alone. Just as on last week’s Warfare, Freeman is surrounded by security guards – men ready to protect Freeman if need be. Men meant to protect Freeman from Danny Mainer. And after last week’s Warfare, that protection is going to come in handy.
While Freeman could never do any damage worse than he had done two weeks prior, that did not stop the fact that Mainer was not going to be happy. Wanting so badly to get his hands on Freeman, he was unable. Not only that, but when he thought he was about to get his hands on Freeman, he found himself victim to a quick move from Ryan Cole, that spelled the end of the match. Mainer had been defeated by a foe much less experienced than he, and while he had taken his frustrations out on Ryan Cole after the bell had rung, he had not yet been satisfied. He still needed to get his hands on the man who caused all the problems in his life right now.
Hawthorne looks up at Freeman in front of him, and Freeman looks back, the two feeling each other out before Hawthorne speaks.
Hawthorne: So what makes you think you have the right to walk around this arena with these thugs? This is my arena, and I am not sure I like you having your own private security force.
Freeman: They are far from thugs. They are, as you said, a private security force. And they shall be staying.
Hawthorne: Lest we remind ourselves who the boss is?
Freeman: True. You ARE the boss. But you are also a smart business man. Would you like to run a scenario?
Hawthorne: Not particularly.
Freeman: Well humor me for a moment.
The two men glare at each other once again, Hawthorne again looking at the security force. He didn’t like the control that Freeman was taking for himself. With a group around him, and now a security force to defend him, he had been running amok. It had to stop.
Hawthorne: Okay, then. What?
Freeman: Well, can we agree that Danny Mainer is a mad man? It appears he has become a little…unhinged…after my actions two weeks ago on Warfare, and while I did nothing wrong besides expose him for what he already was, he does believe that I am the one who he has to take his frustrations out on. Well, let’s say I did not have these men behind me. Then I would have Danny Mainer to deal with. While I am not afraid of anybody, I do believe that a man like Mainer would find a way to get to me. And when he did he would be sure that he did not just hurt me, but incapacitate me. Can we agree on that? I am not about to let that happen…but neither are you.
Hawthorne: I’m not? As far as I’m concerned you would deserve it, Freeman. I am a business man, true, but your actions at the wedding of Danny Mainer were absolutely detestable.
Freeman: Well, that’s debatable.
Hawthorne: No, it is not. And the thing is, Freeman, if Mainer got revenge on you then no matter what he had inflicted, I’m afraid there wouldn’t be much sympathy.
Freeman: Perhaps, but as a business man I do believe you have to think about how that will affect you, hm? I’m afraid it’s time that you admit my star has risen, and after Omega Effect with my match against BK London, people are beginning to realize that I am a future world champion. These fans may not like me, and they may not admit it, but they PAY to watch me wrestle. And if I’m taken out of the game I’m afraid it will not just affect me – but you as well. So if I am attacked by Danny Mainer, then you lose out on one of your biggest stars in this company. Something you are not willing to risk. Therefore, the security force stays.
Hawthorne: You are right about that, I suppose. But either way, I do not like the influence your security force could buy you. I think you believe you have much more power than you do. Let’s say I just suspend Mainer if he attacks you to injury?
Freeman: Then he does so anyways, because revenge is more important to him than a career. And then you have two big stars out of your company. Even worse. The security force stays. And what hurts you the most, is that you know that it only makes sense.
Hawthorne opens his mouth to retort, but then closes it. What could he possibly say to that? Once again, Freeman confronts him with logic that is hard to beat. As much as Hawthorne wanted to ban the security force from the arena, it would mainly be a move made out of personal spite, not out of what makes the most sense business-wise. As the chairman, and a business man, THAT was his job. Perhaps it said a lot about Freeman, that he would RATHER make a BAD business decision, but one doesn’t get as far as he had and let his personal feelings come before his business sense. And he knew that no matter how much he protested, Freeman had won again.
What killed Hawthorne was that FREEMAN knew he had won again. Had known he would win. Had entered that office anticipating an objection, and had prepared his defense. Now of course, not only did he keep the security force, but he held a victory over the chairman. A mental victory. A small one, of course, but a victory nonetheless. They both felt it, and as long as they both knew it, it had happened. And then from future negotiations, Freeman had gotten an advantage. Hawthorne found that he hated the man sitting across from him, but it didn’t matter. He would have enough of his own sort of revenge tonight. There was still a power that Freeman could not take away from him.
Hawthorne: Well, I suppose you’re right. It does make sense. But you know what? Security force or not, you will not run around my company doing whatever you please. Last week the main event was Ryan Cole vs Danny Mainer. You were not supposed to be anywhere near that ring. But you were. You interfered in that match even though you were NOT supposed to, and if you believed there would be no consequences you were sadly mistaken. Have you seen the match card for tonight?
Freeman: I have…
Hawthorne: Good. Then you know that tonight you step into the ring in the main event – and you will be facing Steve Phillips, The Senator.
The fans begin to cheer for that match announcement. Senator has allied himself with Freeman, but since the two are at edge so much, the crowd has managed to still support Phillips. He is after all, a veteran of the ring who has much respect. But mostly, the crowd cheers because tonight Freeman is going to step into the ring against a man whose throat he has been at for weeks. What will go down? It should at the very least be interesting.
Freeman: Yes, and I’ve come to talk about that decision. You see, Ascendancy is a very strong group. And I understand that you intend to tear it apart tonight by forcing us in the ring against each other. Well, I am letting you know that that will not be the case. Despite personal feelings, our alliance is not based on friendship. Tonight, no matter what happens in that ring, we shall be as strong as ever. If you think this is a punishment, I am not so sure it exactly qualifies.
Hawthorne: Hmm…I suppose you’re right. Maybe it isn’t. But somehow I have a feeling it’s the least thing you want. I have a feeling you intend to talk me out of the match. Well, that’s not going to happen. Whether it’s the right punishment or not, I think you are worried. I think you think tonight your alliance is going to take a major blow. Well, Freeman, maybe you should have thought about that before.
Freeman: Yes, I understand that, but---
Hawthorne: No. You’ve made the mistake, and now you deal with the consequences. Tonight you face Phillips, and maybe if you are worried about what will happen tonight, you should talk it over with him. I am finished. Out of my office. Good luck tonight.
Freeman snarls, and stands up for a second, leaning over the table towards Hawthorne, apparently annoyed to the point of outright aggression. Hawthorne doesn’t back away, glaring into the eyes of Freeman, Freeman’s true colors once again shining through – as so often happens when he finds himself on the losing end of a negotiation.
Freeman: Fine. But you listen here, Hawthorne. Ascendancy is a stronger group than you can imagine, and we are just going to get more and more powerful. We are taking this company over, and if you think one match will tear us apart you are mistaken. We’ll prove it tonight. And if you think you’ve won, I think you’ll find in the future that you are very…very…wrong.
And Freeman turns, storming out of the room and closing the door shut behind him. Hawthorne looks after him shaking his head. Did he win this argument? Or lose it? Well, he didn’t know, but he had a feeling that Freeman was a bit more stressed than he was letting on – if that final outburst meant anything. And if he is so stressed, he obviously is more worried than he wants Hawthorne to know. CAN Ascendancy survive tonight? Or will this be the final chink in the armor of the Freeman/Senator alliance? If the cheering fans are any indication, the ACW audience seems to believe that it will indeed be the case.
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