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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:50:24 GMT -5
Words For The Not-So-Wise-TJ *We open the scene backstage with TJ standing next to a blackboard. Where the blackboard came from is unknown, but the origin of the board does not matter, the use does matter though. TJ takes his Entertainment title and puts it down on a table where he grabs a piece of chalk.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Good evening ACW fans. I am Mr. Crucible, “The Soul of Philly”, TJ. And today, I woke up with the urge to educate our younger viewers. I’ve used some words before that even I rarely know what they mean, so I have a few words on this piece of paper here that I want to explain. The first is ARROGANCE.
*TJ writes ARROGANCE on the blackboard.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Arrogance is defined by Webster as: offensive display of superiority or self-importance; overbearing pride. Now arrogance is defined by TJ as: running your mouth with nothing to back it up. Perfect examples of arrogance are Theodore Wellington and Laron Xavier. Both claimed that they were the next big thing in ACW, both had nothing to back it up. Come Omega Effect VI, Mr. Wellington not only failed to win this, *TJ brings the briefcase up* the Crucible, but he also lost to Buddy Ghee in the same night. Mr. Xavier then had an advantage when he faced me for this, *He picks the title up and puts over his shoulder*the Entertainment title, and failed to beat me. Arrogance, kids, is like a drug: once you start, you can’t stop. Now the next word is EGOTISTICAL.
*TJ erases the word and then writes EGOTISTICAL on the board in it’s place.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Egotistical is defined by Websters as: given to talking about oneself; vain; boastful; opinionated, but TJ defines egotistical as: talking about yourself so much that you really don’t know what is reality. Perfect examples are Chris Phenomenal and Jason Freeman. See, both men are skilled and have the credentials to back up their words, but talk about themselves so much that the fact they have nothing to show. Leading up to Omega Effect VI, what did Chris have? Nothing but a title shot, yet he still acted as if he owned the title. And we all know what happened at Omega Effect, Chris lost. Then there is Jason Freeman, who, despite not having anything, thinks he has the World Title. He couldn’t beat me one-on-one, so he had Taylor distract me and help him win. He then thinks he has a World Title shot because Mainer is pissed at him. He beat an old man at Omega Effect VI, that’s it. I beat 6 men in one night, 5 in one match. I won one the most brutal matches in ACW’s history AND then defended my match in another brutal match. Unlike Jason, I have a guaranteed World Title shot AND a championship belt. Now I know I sound arrogant and egotistical, but I am described by my next word: CONFIDENCE.
*Again, TJ erases the word and replaces it with CONFIDENCE.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Webster defines it as: full trust; belief in the powers, trustworthiness, or reliability of a person or thing, while I define it as: saying what you will do and backing it up. Perfect examples are myself and Danny Mainer. Danny Mainer used the Crucible contract to his advantage and won the World title he is currently holding. He said he was going to use it and win at the right time, and he did. He then said he was going to beat Chris and he did. I said I was going to make an impact when I entered ACW, two months later, I won the Entertainment title. I said I was going to walk out of Omega Effect VI with the Crucible and the Entertainment title, and I did. Which brings me to my last work, OMINOUS.
*TJ erases again and writes OMINOUS in it’s place.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m only going to tell you my definition because this word, my definition is the only one that matters. Ominous is defined by myself as a warning that you should heed before you end up in the hospital. I have no examples yet because I’m going to make my first perfect example out of Jon Taylor. You see, Taylor wants to cost me a match and expects not to get any hell for it? He asked for better competition last week and I offered to give him that competition and he ran. Now, what kind of person is Taylor? He asks for something and when someone offers it, he declines? So I’m guessing the other night, his girl offered to give him some pleasure when he asked for it and he said no, in favor of Cole or Freeman’s pleasure.
You see whether Taylor accepts my challenge for Hello Goodbye II or not, I plan on making an example out of Taylor. I am going make him feel the consequences of his actions. I am going to show him what greatness looks like in its truest form. I am going to show him why they call me “THE SOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY!”
*TJ grabs the top of the blackboard and spins it. He grabs his stuff and leaves the area. As the board stops, we see “PREPARE TO SEE GREATNESS” in red chalk as the scene fades.*
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:51:39 GMT -5
The One Man I Respect Chris Phenomenal and Dan White
At Omega Effect VI, Dan White made his return to the ACW ring against his half brother, Sergeant Pilko. Now, heading into Hello Goodbye II, he’s all set to face off against Senator Steven Phillips. With the night off, there seems to be nothing to do than kick back with a bottle of Irn Bru and watch the show unfold, and for that reason he spins around as he sees Chris Phenomenal first on the screen and then in person standing at his door.
Dan White: What do you want?
Chris: To welcome you back, it’s not been the same without you.
Dan shakes his head at Chris, in the months he’s been gone he’s changed from the brash Hitman hired by Senator, to a raving lunatic. His hair is frazzled and there are large bags underneath his eyes, evidence of restless sleep, or lack there of.
Dan White: Well then, cheers mush.
Dan turns back to the television, seemingly ignoring Chris while the thoughts race through his mind. Last year, this man physically assaulted him, beating him with a lead pipe until he the blood flowed like the river nile. Yet after, he apologized. Shaking his head, he sees Chris still standing there and turns around.
Dan White: Mate, what do you really want?
Chris: To see you beat Senator to within an inch of his life.
Dan White: Really?
Chris: By the blood that pours through me, I’d love to see his pour out.
Dan White: A lot changes in a year. Where’s your crack?
Chris: I don’t need one Dan, have no reason to attack you. We’re in this together, one in the same many ways.
Dan White: Dude, what the hell are you on about?
Chris: We were once on the top of ACW but now we’re stuck fighting back to the top.
Dan White: More so me fighting, and you nailing people to a board.
Chris: He deserved it.
Dan studies Chris, trying to pin point whatever isn’t right about him.
Chris: Don’t waste your time Dan.
Dan White: What do you mean?
Chris: You’re trying to figure out what’s wrong with me, are you not?
Outed, the best path forward is the truth.
Dan White: Well. Yeah.
Chris: I’m not crazy, I just want things to be the way they were. I want to be on top of the world again, feared, respected, loathed, but in demand.
Dan White: And what does that have to do with Phillips?
Chris: He’s guilty of high treason. We won the belt, together, him as the mentor, me as the man who had all the potential. Raw, but with a chance to be highly skilled. He crafted me into a champion and then abandoned me and our plans.
Dan White: And that makes him a traitor…how?
Chris: Did you not hear him last week?
Dan White: I did, he …
Chris: Then you should know what I mean. He’s turned Dan, he’s fighting for everyone out there instead of himself.
Dan White: Well that’s just what we’re all doing mate. If he is, then so am I.
Chris: No, because you’ve always been that way. Yet deep down Dan, you know that if push comes to shove, you’ll do what’s best for yourself. Senator gave up on us, what was best for him, a chance to be a legend in and outside of the ring, he’s traded it all for the people who cheer for Danny Mainer, who are afraid of Scorpion.
Dan White: The people who have what you want.
Chris: And what I am going to take.
Dan White: So let me guess, you want my help.
Chris: No, I don’t need your help Dan. I just want to tell you to stay out of my way. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have too. Same as you, if the time comes to choose between you and me, that decision is easy.]
Dan White: Duly noted.
With that Dan turns back to the television which cuts away.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:51:54 GMT -5
This is your fault (Mr. Red)
MR. Red is shown walking back after his match. He is fuming over the result. He screams obscenities at random workers as he stomps around.
?: Mr. Red, may I have a moment of your time?
Mr. Red stops in his track to see a backstage announcer he hasn't seen before. He leans in and glares at the new person.
Mr. Red: Who in the living hell are you?
?: My name is Jimmy Jam. I am ACW's newest backstage reporter. This is my first show. I am wondering, what are you thoughts on the recent loss at the hands of Taylor?
Mr. Red: Are you out of your fucking mind? Is that really what you want your first and last question in this company to be? Do you not see the mood I am in?
Mr. Red grabs Jimmy by his shirt collar and lifts him up off the ground. Red slams JJ right into the wall.
Mr. Red: You going to ask me a different question or what?
Jimmy Jam: Do you think this loss will affect your trip up the ladder to get a world title shot?
Mr. Red throws Jimmy from one wall to the other.
Mr. Red: You can't mess with my destiny!
He stomps at the fallen announcer a couple times.
Mr. Red: I will still be ACW world champion.
Red mounts Jimmy Jam and starts to pour on the rights and lefts. He keeps punching until a ref comes in to pull the former Entertainment champion off the announcer.
Ref: Back it up, Red. Move along. Get out of here.
Mr. Red: You...you no good mother fucker!! You cost me a match.
Ref: You were in no condition to continue.
Mr. Red: Did I tap out? NO! Were my shoulders on the mat for a 3 count? NO! Did I say I quit? NO!
Mr. Red delivers a vicious boot to the midsection of the referee of his match earlier. He hoists him up onto his shoulders and then hits a Drop of Red right in the hallway.
Suddenly more security and referees appear in the hallway to surround Mr. Red. They try to usher him away from the fallen men. He starts to square off with them and backs up slowly down the hall. He smirks and points at one of the other referees.
Mr. Red: See what happens if you cost me a match again.
Mr. Red turns and disappears down the hall to end the segment.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:52:51 GMT -5
We return the action from our commercials (adverts, whatever), and we’re instantly greeted to “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols, which prompts the crowd to go pretty barmy. Their cheers grow louder as they witness Dan White walk through the curtain, still in the same wrestling gear that we saw him sport earlier on in the night. He has a slight smirk on his face, personally chuffed to bits at the reaction he received from the crowd, as he walks down the ramp. He takes a microphone from a crew side member, and slides into the ring, quickly getting to his feet. He allows time for the crowd and his music to die down, before speaking.
Dan White: Thank you, thank you my favourite people. I’ve not had a massive chance to have this moment with just me, and you. An audience with Dan White, if you like.
Small pop from the crowd.
Dan White: There has been a lot of changes since I lost my World title. ACW has downsized a great deal, but I think it’s for the better. I mean okay, we’re not selling out stadiums and concert halls like we used to, but I guess that shows that it’s you lot who are our biggest, most loyal fans, right?
The crowd cheers in agreement, and Dan nods his head.
Dan White: Alright, we’re still on the right foot. We have also gotten ourselves a new chairman, but to be honest that really disappoints me. Because you see, I was happy with Gingerdude. It might sound weird, but I was pretty much able to get whatever I wanted with him. Title shots, matches, holidays, you name it; I was able to get it. This new guy, hell, I’ve only ever met him once! I’ve forgotten what he even looks like! I don’t even know his name anymore! That pretty much confirms that sometimes change can be a bad thing.
He pauses, walking around the ring as he thinks about what he’s going to say next.
Dan White: Which brings me onto…well, me. You see, I signed a contract the day before Omega Effect. I’m not going to tell you how long my contract is, but it’s a pretty long time. Hopefully, it’s long enough to keep you guys entertained before I hit the ripe old age of 30. I mean hell, I’m 28 now! I started here when I was 22! I’m starting to get gray hairs, my piss pattern has changed, and my diet has returned to mushy peas and carrots. Which brings me nicely onto our resident old man, Senator Steve Phillips.
A pop for the mention of the two-time ACW champion.
Dan White: Mr. Phillips and I have a match at our next PPV, Hello Goodbye. And we promise to put on one hell of a show! You see, in spite of what we’ve done to each other over the past few years, we still have a lot of respect for each other. We might not like each other, but we can respect each other. And we have both seen an awful lot of talent come through the books. And what’s interesting is that for those of you that have been fans for a long period of time, you may or may not have realised that we’re the only ones left from that first year of ACW! Nobody else is here! BK had his fiftieth and final retirement match, Jake Cheng has been absent for a while, Jonny Spade has been released. There’s nobody left!
Well, of course there are people left, but nobody from the past, nobody that we care about, as such. I mean there’s people like VorteX and Scorpion and Criminal and other people whose names hit me and I turn into a damp squid. I have no idea who these people are, so naturally now in my old age, this makes me rather grumpy and angry! THAT is why Senator and I agreed to challenge each other to a match. We want to prove that the old generation is still the best generation out there. We want to prove that we are still the most athletic, most entertaining, and most superior members on the ACW roster!
Small cheers from the crowd.
Dan White: Which brings me to now. As you may have noticed, I’m currently in my wrestling attire. I’m not booked for tonight, but I have a desire to challenge any member of the roster who sees themselves fit to fight me. I really do not mind who it is, so long as it’s somebody I’ve never previously fought before.
He looks towards the Alphatron.
Dan White: So come on, don’t be a stranger….let’s see who’s out there!
There’s an immediate hush as Dan lowers the microphone from his mouth, waiting anxiously for who his opponent may be. Startlingly, “Hide and Seek” by Nonpoint hits almost immediately, and there’s a loud pop as TJ, The Soul of Philly, walks out the curtain, with a smile on his face, and the Entertainment title on his shoulder. He looks at Dan, holding a microphone to his face, as his music fades out.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The hell out of here, you are not 28. I’m 28! Look, Dan, I understand what you have done for ACW in your career, but you comments last week, about the new generation of ACW superstars, can’t say I wasn’t offended. Look I’ve been in ACW for 8 months, I’ve held the Entertainment Championship twice, I’ve won the Crucible Contract, something that was unfortunately not around when you were in your prime around here, but it allows me-
Dan White: I know what it allows you to do.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright. Well then. I came out here not to accept your challenge nor beat some reality into you, because you understand what is around you. You understand that you and Senator are the only two left from the beginning. You understand that a new wave is coming, one that might just blow right by you. Am I leading that wave? I would like to, because people like Freeman, Phenomenal, if they were to lead this “wave”, ACW would fall in ruins. Why I came out here is simple, I came out here to show you that this new wave has what your wave did and even more. I came out here to show the doubters that I can be the face of ACW. I came out here to show that Jon Taylor has fucked with the wrong guy.
Dan White: Whoa, can we just make it the first two and leave Taylor’s name and image out of this match?
By this time, TJ is in the ring, face to face with “The Welsh Dragon”.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright. Well Dan, are you ready?
Dan White: Since I was born. Someone get a ref out here!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:53:55 GMT -5
The camera cuts back, and we’re set to be greeted with this impromptu match
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen. This match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing at 275 lbs….”The Soul of Philly” TJ!!
Entrances are overrated.
Philip: And his opponent. From Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 248 lbs…”The Welsh Dragon”, Dan White!!!
Again, overrated.
Bell rings
These two may not have fought against each other in the past, but TJ at least has had the chance to watch Dan in the past. Dan on the other hand is dipping into unchartered territory as he leaves his corner. The duo lock up instantly, and TJ manages to use his strength to gain the upper hand, shoving Dan back before grabbing him by the neck and locking him in a headlock. He applies the pressure for a few moments, before tossing Dan towards the ropes. Dan catapults back and lands into a clothesline that almost knocks him out of his shoes. He’s back to his feet, albeit it a little sluggish, and TJ uses this to his advantage, bringing his opponent back down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He’s quick to his feet, using the ropes as leverage as he attempts a leg drop, but Dan is able to roll out of the way, prompting TJ to hit the mat. Dan gets up to his feet and uses this moment to his advantage, quickly applying forearms to his opponent’s face. After about four or five of these he releases his opponent, allowing TJ to climb back to his feet, but only so Dan can run forwards, bringing him back down to the floor with a Dragonzuri, to the cheers of the crowd as Dan brings a little nostalgia to the ring. He rolls his opponent into a pin attempt, but TJ manages to kick out before three.
Dan looks at the referee, but accepts that a win would be ambitious this early on. So he lifts his opponent up, and leads him into the corner. He begins clubbing him with forearms again, but TJ manages to react with a swift knee to the face, prompting a small pop from the crowd. Dan doubles over, and TJ quickly gets behind him, wrapping his arms around Dan’s waist and delivering a German Suplex. Dan lands on his neck and rolls onto his front, looking a tad worse for wear, as TJ gets to his feet, throwing his arms in the air to another cheer. He lifts Dan to his feet, and gives him a swift Powerslam that shakes the ring. He makes a cover, but Dan is able to kick out before the three, with TJ looking a little bit frustrated. He picks Dan up and whips him at the ropes, but Dan surprises him with the Millionaire’s Waltz, a Hurricanrana into a Leg Lariat that takes TJ by surprise, and prompts a huge pop from the crowd! TJ flies towards the ropes and out the ring as Dan picks himself up, giving himself a little smile as he reminds us all of the Dan White of old. As TJ feels his lip for any blood, Dan makes his way to the ropes, climbing through and to the outside.
The action is brought towards the commentator’s tables, with Dan in the hot seat. He takes TJ by the head, and attempts to whack it off one of the tables. But TJ resists, using his strength to stave off the attack attempt, and he jabs his elbow into Dan’s stomach. Dan clutches his belly, and TJ wastes no time, grabbing him by the arm and whipping him into the ringpost. Dan bounces off it with a mighty PING, stumbling backwards into an Impact Bomb (Pumphandle DDT) onto the protective mats. The crowd simultaneously winces as TJ gets back to his feet, lifting his opponent up and throwing him into the ring. He re-enters, looking like the stronger of the competitors as he holds his arm in a chokehold motion, pumping it up and down in the air. This collects both cheers and boos from the crowd, who are split between the duo, but TJ gives out a smirk, as Dan staggers to his feet. He jaywalks around the ring before turning around, and landing straight into that chokehold. TJ goes for the Soulbuster, lifting Dan into the air, but Mr. Omega Effect has other ideas, promptly dropkicking TJ backwards and towards the ropes. There’s a pop from the crowd, but both men are now on the floor and struggling to find an ounce of energy, as the referee begins his count to 10.
The fans begin to cheer on their respective wrestlers as both slowly stir, and by the time the referee has managed to get to seven, they’re both at their feet. TJ throws a punch – Dan responds quickly, and gets the upper hand with a second punch. This throws TJ off his game, and the Welshman comes forward with a couple more punches to the face. He then attempts an Irish Whip, and uses all his might to fire TJ at the ropes. TJ flings off them, rushing towards Dan, but the Welsh Dragon grabs him by the arm, planting him to the ground with a Jumping Arm Breaker. There’s then a pop as he attempts the Fujiwara Armbar, but TJ’s arm is too big to lock the hold into, and he manages to writhe himself out of it. Dan allows him to get to his feet, before attempting a second Irish Whip. TJ reverses it this time, and throws Dan with power towards the ropes. Dan bounces back, landing in a thunderous Spinebuster that causes a seismograph to jolt back and forth. TJ eyes an end, as he picks Dan up, and tries to boot him in the stomach. But there’s a massive pop as Dan catches TJ’s boot, and with a smirk, twists him into Ol’ Faithful, the Dragon Screw that has served Dan so well in the past. He spins TJ into a seated position, where he instantly goes for the 75MPH Kick. He leaps forward, but TJ manages to get out the way at the last moment! Dan turns around, watching as TJ gets to his feet, before the bell rings, rather unexpectedly!
The two wrestlers look around in confusion, along with much of the crowd, as Philip makes an announcement.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen…due to both TJ and Dan going the full 20 minutes, this match is a draw!
Boos from the crowd immediately follow as Dan and TJ look at each other. They slowly walk towards each other, before shaking hands and giving a hug of appreciation, which quickly turns the fans’ sentiments from that of disappointment to that of respect, clapping the duo for their part in this tie. It may not have brought a definitive winner, but the two put on a decent show, and who knows, maybe one day they’ll be fighting again…
Fade out.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 21:58:14 GMT -5
(Save for Trace)
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 22:00:30 GMT -5
(Save for Mainer, since I assume he has stuff)
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 22:01:11 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: The Celestial Hierarchy: Level 2 - Archangels
"For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first." - 1 Thessalonians 4:16
Henceforth the lies leading to the resurrection that shall never occur now begin. It is with these words that the second wave of heretics vainly attempting to destroy god charges valiantly into imminent destruction. What is said to be the trumpet heralding their resurrected god shall instead become the sounding of their funeral horns as they fall swiftly and en masse by the blade emanating with the blessed light of the universal lord and master of all living beings.
As they continue to blindly charge into the blinding golden light of heaven their flesh continues to burn away and the flames ignite their blessed white clothing, yet they still blindly march on, having been completely brainwashed by false prophets and deceitful lies. They actually believe that their false god is capable of withstanding the searing light of heaven that specifically seeks out those poisoned by treacherous infidelity.
Yet one must now ask the simple question of why they continue to charge even though they face only absolute annihilation. The answer is one that is simple but sad, that being the brainwashed ones simply do not know any better. They see the annihilation of the previous order as a mere ploy in their great savior's plan to combat the dark souls here to destroy the kingdom of heaven. They see their brethren not as destroyed but as merely in hiding so as to reduce the guard of the holy light brigade headed by the messenger of destruction.
It is here that the wretched archangels prove why they are merely second in the nine heretical orders of ancient angelology. The simple fact is that they are so low on the totem pole because they are so much like the wretched sinners that they swear their existence to protect. Just like human beings, the archangels have been blinded by their self-made pretenses of superiority. Thanks to their ranking above the lowly angels of the first order, they are imbued with a weak sense of pride, which shall ultimately serve only to further the rapidity at which they meet their destruction.
Yet throughout all the bloodied corpses and mangled limbs one of the heretics refuses to fall. He stands there even now, gazing emotionally into the cold eyes of the messenger of destruction. He knows that now is the only chance he has for saving everything he has fought to create. It was he that initially informed Mary of the impending birth of Christ, making him in a way the illegitimate father of Jesus. This fact alone breeds the unyielding hatred that exists within the dark confines of my chained soul. It is the revelation that drives my fatigued and weakened body to raise my sword once more and charge forward in the name of the Higher One. I charge forward with my sword thirsting for blood, the archangel Gabriel the only thing standing in the way of my successful slaughter of the second order in the hierarchy of heretics...
The masses say that Gabriel is the archangel of annunciation, resurrection, mercy, revelation, and death. All of these are noble titles, yet even in combined form fail to supersede that which is the ultimate title to be bestowed on anyone directly below the father god himself. Even with all he has by his side, Gabriel is not under the Higher One's holy light. He is not the archangel of eternal damnation...
I continue charging with my blade held high, prepared to smite the infidel that would dare interfere with Eden's resurrection. I swing wildly, only for the blow to be countered by the heretic's own blade. I worry not; as I know the Grand Design has deemed it such that I shall emerge victorious in my task to purify the pagan minds of the masses that would dare mar the infinite beauty of Mother Earth. Over and over I swing the blade of judgment, finding a counter each time. He swings his blade as well, only for my blade to block the incoming blow. We continue matching strikes until it finally happens. A wayward swing gets lucky and slices my upper arm. I look down and see the blood pouring from a wound. It has been done; the wretched sinners have managed to land a blow on the living embodiment of spiritual purity.
It is now that the destruction begins, as I spread both arms wide and unleash a hellacious yell to my father, urging him to grant me even more seraphic radiance. It is now my body glows golden with the light of heaven and my wound miraculously heals. Gabriel steps back in shock, but is too late to avoid the swing. The blade cuts right on the jugular, my intended target. Once done, the sword falls from his hands and he brings both hands to his neck to cover the wound as he falls to the ground, eyes stuck wide open in shock. I look down at the quivering spirit, fighting off destruction with every last breath. It is here I acknowledge the Higher One's infinite superiority to all by laying claim to the archangel's existence. I raise my sword high and plunge the blade directly through both hands and through the neck. As the eyes roll into his head and the movement stops, I realize internally that I have done it. Gabriel is gone and the second order has been stopped. The archangel of damnation has laid claim to the illegitimate father of Christ...
With that final expression, the black heart finally opens his eyes and returns to the omnipotent place known as consciousness. His breathing once again labored from mental exhaustion, the sweat dripping from his earthly pores indicates a meditation of the utmost intensity, a trait that identifies him as the invoker of nightmares the world over.
The hated fanatic shunned by a world that is openly fearful of that which they do not completely understand. This is the existence of the holy messenger of the Higher One. However, it matters not to the one under the guidance of the Higher One, as his mission is solely the resurrection of paradise so that his father might take his rightful place as ruler. Well aware of this, he rests his body against the corner he is currently seated in and speaks aloud to his Holy Father.
The Scorpion: Hallowed be thy name my merciful father, your will has been accomplished. My lord, I have met with success and have destroyed the second order of resistance standing in the way of our trek to eternal paradise. With my victory your omnipotence is shown to all who would dare contemplate resisting the inevitable. Gabriel himself lies dead at my feet father; I have slain the very one who triggered the emergence of the false prophet the masses acknowledge as Christ. Ah prophet, an appropriate word in this scenario if there ever was one. For father, while I battle the nine orders of heretics, the earthly ones still see it necessary to vainly attempt to stop the inevitable by throwing supposed champions in my path. The one currently impeding my progress is known to the masses as Laron Xavier, a direct follower of the false prophet known as Chris Phenomenal. Ironic, isn't it my father? The very false prophet I am aiming to destroy is now being presented before me in human form for me to decimate and sacrifice in your holy blood. With these facts aligned properly, it now stands ready for me to complete two tasks in half the time. Not only shall I eradicate the one known as Laron Xavier and send my message, but at the same time I may continue to lay claim to the power the humans look up to as a way of solidifying the truth in them of your eternal glory. The Grand Design dictates it as such, thus it is the reality that shall come forth. I have destroyed two of the nine orders my father, and I am gaining power with each passing moment. Soon I shall become the most powerful entity in this entire earthly realm. My power is second only to you Higher One; I am the embodiment of your will on this planet. I am the messenger who delivers your word. I am the prophet that announces the world's impending damnation. The one called Chris Phenomenal thinks himself as a prophet as well, but the only thing left for him to prophesize is his own destruction which shall come in time. I stand tall and proud as the slayer of angelic blood, I am one with the very destruction the people fear most. My lord, grant unto me even more strength so that I may become the ultimate living nightmare!
With the message unto the lord complete, the black soul known to the masses as The Scorpion slowly rises from his position and begins to walk. The footsteps let off a faint echo just as they did last time, as the young one is located in the same cathedral he was in when he spoke of the destruction of the first order. Now totally familiar with the location, the dark one walks without once breaking stride, obviously intent on reaching his destination as soon as possible in order to please his father.
His destination is the pulpit in the center of the grand cathedral, which looks to have not changed a single bit since his last visit to the holy place of a false god. He quickly walks past the priest's chair to the same alcove, which once again houses a Bible. The Scorpion quickly takes the Bible and walks this time all the way to the very last pew of the cathedral as opposed to the one closest to the pulpit.
Once there, he calmly sits down and opens up the book, turning to the book of 1 Thessalonians, chapter 4. With this completed, The Scorpion quickly moves his eyes down the sixteenth verse of the chapter and reads aloud the passage, which speaks of the resurrection of Christ upon the sounding of the archangel Gabriel's horn. Over and over he reads the words, realizing that by slaughtering the archangel such an occurrence shall never happen. The false prophet shall remain without an earthly form...
With this revelation delivered, The Scorpion quickly places the Bible on the soft cushion material of the pew and walks back toward the pulpit. He stops briefly on the first pew, where once again rests a gleaming katana. With sword in hand, the black spirit walks to the back of the cathedral toward the giant stained glass window. He arrives at the stained glass and looks directly below it, locating the mark he made during his last visit. He repeats his performance, making a small mark about an inch long directly underneath the one already carved into the stone. With this done, The Scorpion immediately kneels down in prayer before the gigantic stained glass and once again speaks to his eternal messiah.
The Scorpion: Eternal lord of all creation, with this mark I make in stone by steel, I revel in the glory of your endless power. The second of the heretical orders are now destroyed father; the progress of your messenger has been recorded. As the progress of my spiritual campaign is recorded, so also shall the physical campaign I am undertaking be etched into the minds of all. He who would dare insinuate that prophecies may be told by one other than the one granted the grand ability by your holy judgment shall now pay for his sins in blood. My father, I am ready to do your will. I am prepared to invoke nightmares on this planet that people will want to shun as false but must accept as real. It is time for the movement to begin my lord. Just as my previous earthen foe was the catalyst for the spiritual campaign, so forth shall the earthen foe currently opposite me be the catalyst for the physical campaign of glorious destruction. My lord, just as I took the existence of Gabriel with this very sword, I shall smite the pagan souls before me that would dare stand in my way. My father, the archangels are completely destroyed now, so I may advance to an even greater level. It is inevitable my lord, I will be the one who slays a false god and brings back out beloved Eden. Perhaps the one called Chris Phenomenal would be well-advised to prophesize the impending return of paradise to his pagan followers and speak of the only means of admittance. Alas, it is too much to ask for an unsaved, sin-controlled human mind. None the matter my father, it is not my place to interfere in lowly human affairs, for my purpose is only to serve your benevolent glory. It is here father, the time is here for me to display that wretched earthly symbol of power and make clear the message you deliver unto the masses. With that symbol as my guide, I shall continue on my trek through the nine orders father, fighting off earthly foes along the way. Nothing can stop me father. Laron Xavier cannot stop me. Chris Phenomenal cannot stop me. The nine orders cannot stop me. The false god cannot stop me. I will be victorious in your blessed name!
With the message and recording completed, The Scorpion looks to have completed his task in the cathedral and apparently goes to leave. After a few steps however, he immediately stops and drops the sword, which hits the ground with a loud bang from the steel. He immediately drops and once again enters into sweet prayer to the messiah, obviously receiving clear instructions as to his next task.
He nods his head several times in understanding, then walks all the way back to the final pew in the row and picks the Bible back up once more. He turns around and walks back toward the pulpit, this time with the book in hand. He reaches the pulpit and sits upon the chair designated for the priest, with this done, he opens the book back up and once again reads from the chapter his father has dictated, obviously looking for some subliminal message he might have missed the first time.
The Scorpion seemingly gets the message this time, as he gets almost a half-smile on his face and nods his head in approval. He slowly rips the page out of the Bible just as he did last time and throws the book to the side. With this done, he lays the paper on the wooden surface of the pulpit and grabs his katana. He quickly turns the katana downward and drives it down with force, easily slicing through the paper and becoming planted in the wood. With this done, The Scorpion once more looks to the heavens...
The Scorpion: It has now been done father, your will has once more been quickly executed. With this symbolic gesture I make clear my intentions to run through each and every one of the orders as well as the false gods. They say there are only seven deadly sins, but I plan on making ten repentances. The one called Laron Xavier is but a mere inconvenience my lord, as he as an earthly being could not possibly comprehend the unlimited power of the gods. Chris Phenomenal is of a slightly higher ilk, though still eternally misguided. He would entertain the thought of being a false prophet, in the harsh mistress we call reality he is a mere a fraud, a lowly being who puts on a façade so that he may be appreciated and respected by peers who are incapable of feeling any emotion that does not directly involve themselves. On the grounds of Eden restored I vow that the pagans shall be struck down. With the blood of Gabriel flowing at my feet I march forward to the next line of infidels that stupidly charge into ultimate damnation. The light that shines from me is the very aura of heaven, and thus shall smite all who would dare defy the will of the one true savior of this world. Dearly beloved Higher One, you shall be met only with worship and obedience on this world, anything else shall result in their legend being inscribed upon the hilt of my sword. The blood flowing through my veins is that of divine source, I am one among the immortals. With the blood that powers this body, I shall work tirelessly to complete your tasks; there will be plenty of time for rest when I stand beside you as you rule over all creation from your glorious throne in the resurrected Eden. The ones called Laron Xavier and Chris Phenomenal should take heed of this revelation and surrender their souls to the faith; it is the only means of alleviation. It begins now my lord. Once the symbol is defended and safely in my possession and the earthly hero lies bloody and defeated the next march against the heretics shall begin. Oh so soon the heresy shall end and all that shall exist will be sweet purity. It is time to depart for battle now father, I shall not fail you!
With that said, The Scorpion picks up the sword and looks to leave through the cathedral double doors, but stops just in front of the large doors, looks to the heavens once again, and utters the simple phrase the summarizes all:
The Scorpion: Two down, seven to go...
With that done, The Scorpion kicks open the cathedral doors and walks off into the night, never once breaking stride before vanishing from sight...
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 22:02:50 GMT -5
Segment: Firing of the First Shot Credit: Theodore Wellington/Ryan Cole We go to the back where we see Ryan Cole and Dominic leave their locker room and start heading down the hall way. They walk for a little bit before Cole stops short and looks around. It suddenly comes to his attention that there is not one other person in the corridor. Not one wrestler, not one crew member, not one person. He cautiously steps forward watching his every step. Cole:Normally I'd be glad to be away from the morons that flitter around backstage. But this isn't right.His face goes to shock as he notices something on the floor…he bends down and picks it up and the crowd lets out a little cheer as he holds up a “TW” money clip. He shows Dominic who goes right in to action walking in front of Cole and looking for any signs of his would be attacker. Dominic see’s a door that is slightly cracked open up just ahead. He walks over and waits a minute before swinging it open and charging into the room. A loud bang and then another slam is heard. Cole: Nice work Dominic now lets get out of here.He waits for Dominic to come out but after several minutes he is still now where to be seen. Cole: Campbell? He goes towards the door to take a look and peaks in. Before he can react to anything Ivan Boreanaz flies from behind him and smashes him face first into the door. He picks him back up and sits him against the door before taking a couple steps back and running forward with a boot to Coles face that causes his head to hit the door again. Ivan picks up Cole into a sitting position again with the camera zoomed into his bleeding nose. We hear footsteps and then we see a nice pair of shoes emerging from the darkened room that Dominic disappeared into. The camera pans out to show Theodore Wellington walking up with a smirk on his face. He squats down next to Cole and pats him on the shoulder. Theodore Wellington: Hey buddy…I told you we would get you without Dominic. The man is all muscle and no brains. It’s a shame Coleio..When we first joined up with Freeman..you were the only I thought I had a chance of getting along with at all. Now…you’re my first target. However, this is just the warning shot…nothing compared to what we have planned for you. There is one way and only one way out of this for you. Next week, in front of everyone, if you come out to the ring and get down on your knee’s and apologize for your betrayal and at the same time RENOUNCE your alliance with Freeman, Senator, and Taylor…then I will guarantee that you will be protected from further attacks. If you don’t? Wellington grabs Cole by the back of the head and punches him square in the face. He stands up and fixes his shirt and signals for Ivan to come along. Ivan looks at him one more time like he wants to do more but he listens to Wellington and follows him on. The camera zooms in on Rhodes again as Dominic comes stumbling out of the room and goes to help out his boss as the scene fades.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 22:07:29 GMT -5
Madness is Poetry. Chris Phenomenal
Last week, the world was shocked when they saw the footage of Chris Phenomenal’s merciless beat down of The Scorpion. For Chris though, he was rocked to his core when the man he thought he had driven away showed back up, with a single rose and a message to send to Chris Phenomenal, that he couldn’t be stopped.
Now, pacing the hallways of the ACW Arena, Chris appears to be fidgety and anxious. His earlier conversation with Dan White having exhausted every ounce of composure he had. Striding up to him is the man on the scene for all the goings on in ACW, Kevin Anderson:
KA: Chris, can I get a word with you?
Chris turns and looks at Kevin, scowling ferociously. The senior interviewer however will not be deterred, with a story as unique as Chris’, his continual downfall from champion to obsessed lunatic, this is the thing that careers are made out of.
KA: About Scorpion and last week. I know the people …
CP: Screw the people Kevin. I’m sure you heard me earlier, heard my thoughts on them. If they want to be damned as the sodomites than that’s their choice.
KA: Is the religious reference to the destruction of …
CP: I think most people know the tale Kevin.
KA: Is it a message to Scorpion.
CP: If I wanted to send a message to Scorpion, I’d do it physically. Or did you forget about what happened two weeks ago.
KA: Yes, I know, but last week you had a chance to attack him and you stood shell shocked, why?
CP: Why Kevin, I wasn’t shell shocked. I merely was toying with my prey I …
KA: It didn’t seem like that Chris, it appeared as if you were scared of The Scorpion.
CP: Why would I be scared of a man who lost to TJ of all people Kevin? Why would I be afraid of a man who tonight is relegated to facing Laron Xavier, a man who’s one a single match here so far.
KA: I understand but you said to yourself that you wanted to be feared like Scorpion is, that he stole your thunder so to speak.
CP: He did Kevin, and that’s why nothing I do in the next months should shock you Kevin. I’m going to get it all back, that’s a promise.
KA: And it begins with Scorpion?
CP: No, Tiny Tim and stealing Christmas.
KA: Those two don’t go together.
CP: They weren’t supposed to.
KA: What about Senator Steven Phillips? Last week you called him a Benedict Arnold.
CP: I did, and he is a traitor, but again, that was addressed earlier Kevin. Do you not watch the show?
KA: I do.
CP: Then if you want the answer, I already told Dan about it.
KA: Needless too say …
Kevin’s question falls on deaf ear as Chris walks past him, finally having had enough of Kevin Anderson. Kevin however, hasn’t had enough of Chris.
KA: Chris, I still have questions to ask.
Chris doesn’t respond though, instead he continues to walk through the halls of the ACW Arena, heading towards his dressing room, located near the old Senatorial Offices.
KA: Chris, why are you changing in the Senatorial Offices again? Is there some form of clever ruse designed to betray Dan White.
Chris turns to Kevin , shooting him an angry glare.
CP: No, there is no ruse, no conspiracy. It’s simply a fault of the arena design.
Turning to the door, Chris shakes his head and pushes it open, before stepping through. Everything appears to be fine, a putrid odor emanating from it but alas, with the state of Chris Phenomenal that could be any number of things. As the lights are turned on though, it is not the disarray of Chris that has caused the stench, but instead pints of blood around the room, the furniture broken, posters torn and drink bottles scattered across the floor.
Usually, an immediate wave of anger would come across Chris Phenomenal but instead, he appears to be calm until he looks down and sees a single white rose lying there. Immediately the anger starts to surge but when he sees the writing on it in blood red, Genesis 22: 13, he immediately loses control. He rips the rose petals and begins to kick the debris. He grabs the television set and throws it out the door, nearly striking Kevin Anderson.
CP: Son of a bitch, I’m going to fuckin’ kill you. Mother fucker!
As unrefined as Chris’ language may be, his actions follow suit. Out the window goes the sofa cushions and the mini fridge before Chris begins to kick the thin walls in.
CP: I’m going to kick your fuckin’ skull in, I’m going to prove once and for all that you’re nothing. That you’re just a figment of our imagination, relying on our fear of God for our sins. I’m going to make everyone realize that you’re nothing … NOTHING!
Chris finishes with the walls before slamming a metal piece from the fridge that had been torn through the top portion of the window, shattering the last pane of glass. He turns and looks at Kevin Anderson, paralyzed by fear and grabs the kitchen sink and tries to rip it away from the grout molding.
CP: I don’t care what it takes, my life, my career, prison, I’m going to throw everything I have at you Scorpion. You’re not going to take this away from me, you’re not going to be the reason I drift into obscurity. You’re not going to take it away from me.
Chris turns his attention to the other wall and the broken chair before finally the camera cuts away from the destruction.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 22:08:50 GMT -5
Scorpion vs. Laron CP
The match started off with both men sizing each other up, Xavier deciding he’d play this best by staying outside the reaches of the Scorpion. That didn’t work out too well though as the large zealot managed to back him up against the ropes and then fling him across the ring with an irish whip, on the come back Xavier ducked a clothesline attempt, but his cross body block attempt was caught by Scorpion who then put him into quick position and scored with a Tiger Driver. The crowd was stunned as it looked like a minute in Scorpion would score the victory, but Xavier managed to kick out at two.
McNally: The Scorpion, sending a message I’d presume to Chris Phenomenal here.
Edison: And Laron is the lamb to be slaughtered.
The next three minutes consisted of Scorpion using an array of submissions and power striking offence to keep Laron down. Satisfied in the damage, he looked to end it with the Psycho Driver, but Laron slipped out the back door and scored with a Reverse Roundhouse, knocking Scorpion back but not off his feet. Laron looked stunned at this and decided to go for hell or high water, scoring with a number of strikes before finally knocking Scorpion over with a big Shotei!
Edison: SHOTEI!!!
Laron goes for the pin but can’t keep Scorpion down. He keeps control by using his speed and quick moves, scoring with a swinging neck breaker, a teardrop suplex and then a dragon screw that perched The Scorpion on the second and third ropes. Laron paused for a minute, winding the fans up before connecting with the Tiger feint kick. The count came and Laron thought he had it but Scorpion managed to kick out at the final minute. This was the beginning of the end for the Compton kid, as he looked to hit the Ode to Compton, Scorpion broke free and threw him chest first into the turnbuckle. As he came back he connected with the Eternus Moestitia, dropping Laron straight on his head. The end was nigh as once he got up, Scorpion connected with the Psycho Driver and at nine minutes and twenty seven seconds, Scorpion was the victor.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 22:09:14 GMT -5
McNally: Well fans, this was a hard fought match to the bitter end and both men deserve a ton of credit!
Edison: I hear you there McNally, even though I’m not the biggest fan of…oh hell! Not this again!
Edison’s fear is justified when the camera quickly cuts to the top of the ramp and finds Chris Phenomenal standing still as a statute. He locks eyes with The Scorpion in a look of absolute hate and without a word cracks his knuckles and starts walking towards the ring.
McNally: This isn’t good! We need security! The Scorpion just wrestled a match!
Edison: That freak probably planned this though McNally! You can’t ever trust the intentions of this nutcase!
The Scorpion is still standing in the ring tired from his match, but shockingly doesn’t even attempt to grab a weapon for defense of run away. Instead he simply looks at Chris and shows a slight hint of a smile as he draws ever closer. Chris slowly slides in the ring as The Scorpion stands there solemnly, strangely not even assuming a fighting stance.
Chris finally slides into the ring and continues to glare at The Scorpion all while Scorpion simply returns his glare with a cold stare. Time seems to slow as the two men eye each other, seemingly wondering which will make the first move. It turns out to be Chris Phenomenal, who charges across the ring and spears Scorpion down to the canvas! He plasters Scorpion with repeated fists to the head he damaged last week, but the odd part is that The Scorpion doesn’t even attempt to cover up as Chris continues to rain blows on his head.
McNally: Somebody get out here! Chris Phenomenal is like a man possessed!
Edison: But look at The Scorpion! He’s not fighting back!
Chris continues to rain down strikes onto Scorpion’s head, eventually re-opening the wounds and forcing him to bleed once again! Chris gets up and begins kicking away, but The Scorpion again makes no attempt to get away or block any shots. Chris continues kicking away, but never once does The Scorpion utter even a hint of pain. Finally, Chris exhausts himself from continuous kicking and quickly exits the ring. He yanks the microphone away from the ring announcer and quickly re-enters to continue the assault.
Chris Phenomenal: You think you’re cute you little wannabe Jesus!? You think trashing my locker room, destroying my stuff is the man’s way to fight!? Get up you piece of shit! Take your asskicking like a man!!
However, despite this verbal lashing from Chris Phenomenal, The Scorpion merely lifts his head off the campus and shoots a sarcastic smirk towards his rival. Enraged, Chris kicks him in the head once more and proceeds to kneel beside him. He quickly takes the microphone and smacks The Scorpion in the face, the deadpan “thud” causing an awkward silence as the crowd starts to become uncomfortable.
Chris Phenomenal: You worthless piece of garbage, defend yourself like a fucking man! Are you that afraid? Do you think that will make me show mercy? I don’t believe in mercy! Fight me you goddamn coward!!! Fight me!!!
The Scorpion again merely grins at the man beating him senseless, which causes Chris to scream in anger and hit him again with the microphone. A third thud can be heard over the loudspeakers as the microphone once again smacks into The Scorpion’s face, the black cover of the microphone getting wet with blood.
McNally: Where the hell is security!? This is a slaughter!
Edison: The Scorpion still isn’t fighting back though! Is he afraid? Is he hurt? I personally think he’s just freaking nuts!
Chris again blasts his rival in the face with the microphone, but soon realizes that it’s just not enough punishment being dealt out. Frustrated, Chris quickly gets outside the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside! He returns to the ring and quickly picks up the bloody microphone again!
Chris Phenomenal: You make me fucking sick you goddamned freak!!! Fight me like a man or I swear to God, Buddha, or whatever fucked up thing you worship that I’ll remove your head from your shoulders!!
The Scorpion gets to his knees and the crowd reacts at the thought of his fighting back, but The Scorpion simply rests on his knees and looks at Chris again. He smiles once again and closes his eyes before slowly tilting his back and spreading his arms, entering into prayer of all things! Chris’s eyes grow wide with shock and anger as he screams into the microphone again.
Chris Phenomenal: YOU WANT TO PRAY YOU NUTJOB!? FINE THEN! I’LL SEND YOU TO MEET YOUR BELOVED MESSIAH!!!!
With that, Chris Phenomenal takes the chair with both and swings with all his might. Time seems to freeze once again for the slightest of seconds before the chair connects dead on in The Scorpion’s unprotected face. The loud smack is a far cry from the deadpan thud of the microphone as some members of the audience literally gasp in horror and turn away. The chair connects so hard that blood actually flies off of The Scorpion’s face and lands several rows back on some of the fans. The Scorpion falls back now, seemingly unconscious from the blow.
McNally: Oh my God…..
Edison: Get someone out here please. I don’t even like this Scorpion guy, but that was one of the sickest sights I’ve ever seen. Chris Phenomenal is a monster…
His enemy completely unconscious, Chris realizes he can do no more damage and screams in anger before leaving the ring. However, as paramedics finally reach the ring to attend to the injured Scorpion, a close-up appears on the screen. The sight is perhaps more unnerving than the attack, as The Scorpion is completely unconscious and his face is a mangled heap of blood…yet there is a large smile on his face.
McNally: You mean to tell me that he went out like that, knowing what was going to happen to him…and he’s smiling about it!?
Edison: I told you, he’s nuts. He didn’t even fight back! It’s like he enjoys the pain! I don’t understand him! What is this guy’s deal!?
The cameras soon cut to a commercial as the paramedics attend to The Scorpion, who still has the disturbing grin on his face as the scene fades…
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 22:10:36 GMT -5
Bitchin' Won't Get You Nowhere By Buddy Ghee The screen fades in as we see Buddy Ghee, smiling big. He bobs his head back and forth before starting.
Buddy Ghee: Laron? Laron Xavier?
Laron "Gangsta Who's Never Been In A Gang" Xavier?
Laron "Never Accomplished Anything Other Than Pissin' People Off" Xavier?
Laron "Sucka Who's Gettin' His Ass Kicked At Hello Goodbye II" Xavier?
That Laron Xavier? That's the guy I'm facing at Hello Goodbye? I just got done messin' with that icky Teddy Wellington. I just got done beatin' up Chris Phenomenal. Now I'm facin' Laron Xavier? Am I supposed to be scared? Am I supposed to be afraid of Laron Xavier?
Laron, nothin' you done since you joined has impressed me. Nothin' you said since you got here has held water. Sucka, you need to realize your place. You need to know where you come from. While you were swimmin' in your daddy's boxers, I was out survivin'. While you weren't nothin' but a deformed two-head sperm, I was out there fightin' the elements.
You talk about "white man holdin' me down, my struggle, my fight, my fuckin' problems, me, me, me!" You don't know shit about fightin', strugglin', you just sold a bit o' crack and got yourself some fresh clothes. I struggled to make it here. I made it. I sweated, I bled, I hurt, I got kicked down the mountain, but not once did I cry. I didn't complain, 'cause I knew it wouldn't help me.
You livin' in poverty, you know that if you piss and moan, some rich guy ain't comin' by to drop a few hundred dollars on your sorry ass. No bitchin' about the white man, no bitchin' about suckas stealin' your shit. I fought and clawed to make it to where I am today, and I didn't bitch once. But you got a problem, blame it on the white man. You don't know shit about struggle. And if there's anyone to teach you, it's me. It's Buddy Ghee. And I'd be happy to take you to school.
The camera fades.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 22:14:56 GMT -5
Segment: Warning We come back from the break to Samuel Hawthorne already in the ring with a mic. He is standing there with a serious look on his face and he waits for the crowd to die down before he raises the mic to talk.Hawthorne: Ladies and Gentlemen…I am out here to comment on something I should have commented on last week or at the beginning of this show. Ascendency…and more specifically…the issues going on between Ascendency and… “I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT”Hawthorne hangs his head and the fans give out a mixed reaction with a few more cheers than boo’s as Wellington’s limo pulls down the ramp and gets as close to the ring as it can. He jumps out of the limo as the fans cheer. You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoesTheodore makes his way into the ring and is handed a mic as Hawthorne finally raises his head back up…obviously not happy about seeing his old nemesis.Theodore Wellington: Hey buddy! How are you? Hawthorne: Stop Theodore.Theodore Wellington: Stop what? Hawthorne: You know what…let’s not pretend like we are happy to see each other. These fans might be fooled by your little games but I know, and you know, that in the end your only out for yourself.Theodore Wellington: And I have promised anything more to these people? No…I have not. I have said over and over, my actions as of late are about me, what was done to me and MY revenge. I think everyone, including myself, knows that after this is all said and done, these cheers will quickly fade. Hawthorne: I hate talking to you…you turn everything I say into a rant. Can I go on with what I was saying now?Theodore Wellington: Please do. Hawthorne: I was saying….that I am out here to comment on the situation quickly growing between Ascendency and you and your hired gun. Do I like those four? Not at all…week in and week out they walk around thinking they can do what they want…not to mention that I lose almost a full hour of airtime on their bickering. HOWEVER, that does not give you the right to take matters into your own hand and go for revenge. Your attack on Cole and Dominic tonight seems to be the start to a bloody battle with no winners. And no matter how entertaining people think it is or how high my ratings will go, I am not going to sit by and watch 5 of my best wrestlers rip each other apart. I’m thinking about your long time futures. Theodore Wellington: Your not going “sit by”? That’s fine! Join in the fight…give me whatever match I want when I want them and we can end this quickly. Hawthorne: Not gonna happen…actually that is the opposite of what I want.Theodore Wellington: Well Hawthorne I don’t think I have to tell you that I this point…it doesn’t matter what you want. They deserve every bit of what’s coming to them. I’m going to take them out…one by one. What happened to Cole and Dominic tonight is nothing compared to what I have in store. Hawthorne: And then what smart guy? Let’s say you make it through each and every one of them…you think it just ends there? Take it from a guy who has been dealing with them for much longer than you have, it will never end…they will get revenge on you…then you will come again…the cycle will continue. There is no end game here.Theodore Wellington: On the contrary Mr. Chairman…I have an end game…an end game with put an end to this once and for all. The outcome will shock everyone…even you. Hawthorne: You think you have it all figured out don’t you? Well you know what? GO FOR IT! I changed my mind…I’m not getting involved anymore. But when this is all done…and either your successful with all of them coming after you are you fail and your career is ended…don’t come looking for help from me. I was my hands of the blood this war will spill.With that Hawthorne drops the mic and storms past Wellington and out of the ring. Wellington stares after him with thought and surprise on his face as the scene fades.(Credit: Theodore Wellington)
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 19, 2010 22:19:08 GMT -5
Segment: The Dilemma of Pride (Credit: Freeman, Senator)
The camera fades in, and without a moment to spare, the action begins. Jason Freeman is approaching his rather antagonistic teammate Senator Steve Phillips in a hallway. Before Phillips can even look up, Freeman has began speaking.
Freeman: This is ridiculous…
Phillips looks up, shaking his head. Tonight the two men are going to step into the ring and what an interesting match it should be. While the two were together in an alliance, it was obvious the issues between them had not faded. These two had had many matches in the past, and the next one was going to be tonight, on free TV. A treat for the fans, but not for the members of Ascendancy. A match like this would prove to be a very trying test.
The Senator: I assume are speaking of our match tonight, am I correct?
Freeman: Of course. Hawthorne only put this match forward because he wants us to tear each other apart. He is angry that I “interfered” in Ryan Cole’s match with Danny Mainer. And so of course, he has decided to interfere in our plans, and try to stop us before we have even gotten started. Well, too bad, but that is not going to happen.
Senator: Samuel Hawthorne is a man who on the surface, thinks himself to be a practical leader, but deep inside, truly revels in exercising his power. When dealing with someone like him, in a situation like this, it is only natural that you take precautions and cover your backside. Unfortunately, you neglected to tread lightly, and instead alerted him to your ambitions. It matters not whether you can threaten his grip on ACW or not, he still felt the need to counteract your perceived attack, and we now find ourselves in this predicament. A fine mess, indeed.
Freeman: Hawthorne has never been able to stop me, and he never will. It won’t happen tonight either. We’ll prove how strong the bonds are between our alliance, when tonight you make the first willing sacrifice you’ve had to make for Ascendancy. You’ve avoided helping before, but tonight, you've got no choice to sit on the sidelines. Tonight you can make up for the past. Tonight you lie down for me in that ring, I pin you, and we prove that our group ties and our plans of domination are stronger than our individual pride. A simple sacrifice to make, but a powerful statement. We prove that Ascendancy may not get along, but they will not turn against one another, that they are willing to do anything to further their place in ACW.
Senator: Hmm...perhaps my hearing has diminished over the years...or perhaps it is not my ears, but my brain that refused to interpret such an absurd message.
Senator’s eyes had narrowed as Freeman spoke, and now they are alight with the glow of a barely suppressed display of rage. Freeman tilts his head as he looks at the Senator with his own cold eyes. He seems to be daring Phillips to speak, and the tension grows. Freeman once again has chosen his words carefully, and while Phillips knows Freeman is waiting to see how he reacts – and while he knows how Freeman WANTS him to react – he is having no part of it. What Freeman is suggesting is that Steve Phillips, a former world champion, throws the match tonight just so Freeman can get the win. And Phillips is having none of it.
Freeman: You heard me, don't act like you didn't, and you better not play the "old man" card again, not now that you're cleared to wrestle again.
Senator: Perhaps you jest, you do like to joke, do you not? This is nothing but an infuriating attempt at humor...
Freeman: No. It isn’t. You haven’t done anything for us, and now it’s time you do. I should thank Hawthorne for giving you the chance to finally join our group in full.
Senator: Listen here, Mr. Freeman, I appreciate the false sense of civility that we have perpetuated thus far, but now it is time to drop the gloves, to throw the gauntlet, to drop the veneer! I will not, I have not, I never will willingly take the fall in competition, not now, not ever, do you hear me, you imbecile? Some people who shall not be named once tried me to drop out of an election to "help the party," with the implications being that I would be ruined if I went on. I told them, in less polite terminology to go drown themselves in the Chicago River, and I went on to win! I do not back down, not when outsized by a hundred pounds against Thunderkiss, not when outclassed by a prime Atomic Kitsune, nor when one of the most hyperviolent individuals in wrestling history, the infamous Lord of Hardcore, Ridley faced off against me in one of my earlier ACW bouts! In all those matches, in all the matches I have had in ACW, I gave my blood, sweat, and tears, I fought through horrendous injuries, against tremendous odds, but I never backed down, I never turned away from a challenge once I entered the ring! Now, saying this, I do indeed want this group to succeed. I just do not think that it will do anything at all for you to pin me without resistance, but instead, it will be a black mark on both of our legacies. Now, if you truly wish to do what is best, not just for yourself, but for our entire group and ACW as a whole, you would prepare yourself for combat and quit trying to talk me into something that will not happen! It is almost as if you are worried to face me, amazingly enough!
Freeman: Why, Phillips, of course I care about Ascendancy above all! And I’ve never pretended it’s any other way. I’m not worried about any match with you. You’re old. You’re broken down. I could take you quite easily, but that doesn’t mean I should want to exert myself unnecessarily. It wouldn't be for the best of the group, you know. And since you don't want Hawthorne to have us break each other down, it's the only logical conclusion, and aren't you the one who always is talking about logic and practicality?
Senator: That is true, but your conclusions are lacking in selfless objectivity. Now, if I wished to skew things in my favor here, perhaps I could do no worse than to bring up the last time we faced in the ring...it only goes to show that if you showed up again like you did that time...
Freeman: I have come a long way since then, or did you NOT see my match against BK London at Omega Effect? Believe it or not, I won that match! I proved to the world that BK's time in ACW was over, and my era is now!
Senator: Well, then, if that is indeed the case, you merely need to prove it in the ring! Claim this era as your own through your words AND actions! Make this a showcase for your talent, demonstrate how you are the best! Iron sharpens iron, and by fighting against me in a honest bout, we will both become stronger, not weaker! Mr. Freeman, we may not get along very well, and perhaps we do not like how this match is foisted upon us, but this could end up being the best possible situation at this point in time!
Freeman: You know what? FINE. FINE, Phillips. You know what? I WANT you to give it your all. You know why? Because I want you to prove you AREN’T completely useless. Why don’t you PROVE that I can’t just wipe the floor with you because right now I’m wondering why I even bothered having you around here in the first place. If you’re so great, show me tonight. Why don’t you prove you haven’t lost a step. I want you to TRY to beat me. TRY it. And you know what? The last time we faced in the ring, it was for my first shot at the ACW World title. By all means, I should have won that match, and I’ll show you THAT tonight. And then everybody will see that I am the best wrestler in this company. But you had better give this good showing you talked about, because if you DON’T prove yourself to be useful in this match, I think I am finally done with you for good.
Senator: That attitude is exactly what has brought down overconfident individuals throughout history, from Caesar to Napoleon, from Nixon to Clinton, all fell from grace through their massive egos, it is the human condition, after all. You get on enough of a winning streak, and the rules of life no longer apply to you, as Tiger Woods thought. Unfortunately for him, and perhaps for you, the record proves that such an approach bears bitter fruit. I cannot say that I will even be favored to win this bout, for I know where I stand. I do know, however, that if you make a major mistake, I have all the experience in the world, and am in the physical shape to capitalize on it as best I know. Do not presume that you can glide to victory or that your win will be predetermined, for that sort of lazy thinking has no place here in the arena!
Freeman: Fine then, old man. I hope you’re not as frail as you seem. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.
Senator: I believe I know exactly what I am getting myself into. While I bemoan Hawthorne's interfering hand in this matter, I eagerly await this match.
Freeman glares at Phillips, and opens his mouth for a second, but then just shakes his head, the hatred showing on his face. So it seems that Hawthorne’s plan is already working. But what would go down tonight? Would the two be able to keep it together after this match? Or is this really the final straw? It seems that the tension has reached a boiling point, at least between these two men. The Senator is clearly ready to give it his all tonight, but along the same lines, the will of Freeman cannot be discounted in the slightest. The fans should be in for a treat, but who will be victorious? Has Freeman improved enough to redeem himself for his loss almost one year prior in his first ACW championship match? The Senator has already proved himself to be near top condition after his Omega Effect match this year, but so has Jason Freeman. It could go either way tonight…but it should be a classic main event match on ACW Warfare.
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