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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 26, 2010 20:02:49 GMT -5
Live from the ACW Arena, Monday July 26th, 2010.
One Fall to a Finish Ivan Boreanaz vs. Trace Birmingham. --- Black on Black Violence Laron Xavier vs. Buddy Ghee --- Special Challenge Match The Senator vs. Dan White --- ACW World Heavyweight Championship Match Danny Mainer (C) vs. Ryan Cole --- One Fall to a Finish Chris Phenomenal vs. The Scorpion --- ACW Entertainment Championship Match 'The Soul of Philly' TJ (C) vs. Jon Taylor
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:12:07 GMT -5
The final ACW supercard has arrived! There is a lot on the cards tonight, and many rivalries will come to a head. The ACW arena is hot tonight, as the opening pyros begin. It is time.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:15:56 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Mutual Benefit Credit: Freeman/ It’s not just another Monday Night Warfare this week! Tonight is Hello Goodbye II! It’s not exactly a pay-per-view but for many members of the ACW audience it comes pretty close. Tonight the ratings are sure to be high, as intrigue is in the air. At least one championship would be defended tonight, and what of the world champ Danny Mainer? There is so much to look forward to, that the crowd can barely wait for the show to begin. They have counted down the minutes until those opening pyro would go off, and it is a very hot crowd tonight for sure. This is the first major show to hit ACW island since ACW began touring, and so of course some of the long-time ACW diehards are here to experience a great show tonight. They wait to see who will address them first. A match maybe? Their world champ? No such luck.
“Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers, and the ACW audience makes sure to show their opinion of the man who calls that song his own. As Jason Freeman appears from behind the curtains (once again followed by his security force as per usual – but lacking his stable) the boos are about as loud as he’s ever gotten from just appearing on screen. Freeman was never liked, but since his return the ACW fans have turned dislike into hatred. Of course, Freeman could care less. He has to be feeling good after last week, where in a close and very competitive match he was able to pin Senator Steve Phillip’s shoulders to the mat. Tonight he is not on the card, but that has never stopped Freeman from making his presence known.
As he enters the ring, he waits for the crowd to die down before he begins to speak. He also waits for the security to circle around him, a protective barrier that seems to be unbreakable. Nobody is getting at Jason Freeman tonight.Freeman: While I’m sure I’m not what the ACW audience wanted to see to start off tonight’s supercard, I’m afraid that I could care less about what the ACW audience wants to see. I have important matters to discuss tonight, and they WILL be discussed. If the ACW fans would be respectful, then perhaps we can get through this quickly. Of course, as always, the fans plan on being anything BUT respectful. In fact, this merely serves as an invitation for them to boo louder. They are not going to do anything Freeman wants them to do, even if it does keep him in the ring longer than they would like. Freeman shrugs his shoulders at the boos, not concerned in the least. In fact, he ignores them as if they weren’t even there. He speaks again, a bit loudly, to drown out the crowd. Eventually the boos taper off.Freeman: It has come to my attention that ACW management has not been happy with Ascendancy – my alliance. While I would expect them to fear us considering that we wield immense power, and that with our minds combined we can conquer anything we need to, it has never been so blatantly obvious that they intended to tear us apart than when Samuel Hawthorne decided to “punish” me by facing me off against Steve Phillips – another member of Ascendancy. While Phillips and I do not like each other, we also are too smart to be torn apart by a man such as Hawthorne. It seems most don’t realize this however, and so I would like to make it perfectly clear that although we wrestled in the main event last week, Ascendancy still remains strong. The crowd boos, but one has to wonder how much truth is in these words. After all, if Ascendancy is so strong, where are they right now? Certainly not in the ring, that’s for sure. In any case, despite anything Freeman says, the tensions cannot be ignored. Anybody who has seen the interactions between the members of Ascendancy knows that they are not exactly on the same page. In fact it may be the most dysfunctional stable in memory. They don’t even seem to like each other at all. In fact, many of them quite frankly DISlike each other. How can a stable such as that stand? Freeman can speak all he wants, but the crowd severely doubts things are going as well as he says they are. It is of course, hard to not tend to believe Freeman’s words. He always comes off so sure of himself.Freeman: And of course, it will grow ever stronger tonight. Jon Taylor, the newest member, will prove his worth in the ring when he takes the coveted Entertainment Championship from that blundering giant TJ, who you fans seem to enjoy so much for reasons I cannot fathom. The crowd proves this as they suddenly begin to chant TJ’s name. Freeman rolls his eyes. TJ has garnered a lot of momentum recently, and it simply cannot be ignored. From his championship to his title shot, it is clear that his star is rising. Could Freeman perhaps feel threatened? After all, the two had wrestled just recently on Monday night Warfare, and the match had been extremely close. In fact, it had been Taylor’s interference that had given Freeman the win. He may have walked off with a victory that night, but the crowd had been left thinking. If the match had continued would Freeman have really been able to come up on top? No doubt the paths of these two would cross again in the future.Freeman: And when Taylor finally pins TJ tonight we will come that much closer to complete domination –despite the efforts of others to stop us. One of those “others” is our former stable member, Theodore Wellington. I saw that Wellington sneak attacked Cole last week and demanded he renounce his membership in Ascendancy. Well, I have not spoken to Ryan Cole since these events, but I don’t need to. I would like Wellington to know that he can take all the “shots” he want, but he will never end up on top. And I have enough faith in Ryan Cole to KNOW that he is going to make the right decision tonight. But that’s later on. There is of course one more thorn in the side of Ascendancy. Perhaps the most relevant thorn to me. Danny Mainer. The crowd erupts, as expected, at the mention of their champion. Once again Freeman rolls his eyes. One need not retell the issues between THESE two, as they have been at the forefront of ACW for the past month. In fact, the issues between them had garnered so much attention that despite neither being booked on the card tonight, many fans had been eagerly anticipating what would go down between them. For something HAD to. Danny Mainer was not the type to give up, and it was only a matter of time before he struck, right? Freeman didn’t seem to think so, but he tended to be overconfident. Perhaps Mainer was even watching this speech right now, planning how he is finally going to get at the speaker.Freeman: For the past month people have been talking about my actions at the Mainer’s wedding, and everybody has assured me that he will take his revenge. Well, just so you know, I am still standing right here in this ring, and he has yet to get a shot in. You see, as I said, Danny Mainer is a liar, a sneak, and a fake. While it’s great that you believe in him, I hate to tell you that you will all end up disappointed. Danny Mainer doesn’t have the guts to strike me, because he knows that if he did, he would be taken down. I have not only my security force, but Ascendancy behind me. The fact of the matter is, at the moment I am too POWERFUL to be taken down. I cannot be hurt. I cannot be touched. And if he was to try? Well…I believe it suffices to say that--- Suddenly the crowd begins to rumble, and Freeman raises his eyebrows confused for just a second before---
CRACK!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:17:13 GMT -5
One guard goes down, clutching his head and falling into a crumpled heap! Everybody spins around as the crowd goes wild! A very crazy-eyed Danny Mainer has hit the ring and he has a steel chair! The guards are stunned, and perhaps Freeman should have got some better help as CRACK! CRACK! – two more guards hit the ground! Freeman’s security force had formed a circle around him, and with one side of the circle down, Mainer has a clear shot at Jason Freeman – something he’s been waiting for for a month! Both realize at once – and so does the audience. Nothing could draw a reaction as well as that blank space between the two men does. Without missing a beat, Mainer charges forward ready to tackle Freeman to the ground and tear into him! The roar of the crowd is practically deafening, as everybody wants to see it go down! Everybody wants to see Freeman get what’s coming to him! But all of a sudden the other guards are there, and Mainer is taken out mid-charge, and brought to the ground. Suddenly, all of the members of the security force begin to stomp down on Danny Mainer, as the crowd begins to boo.
Freeman breathes heavily, and raises the microphone up, yelling into it, his eyes flaring.
Freeman: HOLD IT! HOLD IT! LET HIM BE! LET HIM BE!
What? The crowd (and even the security force) is shocked. What did he say? Freeman snarls at Mainer, who struggles to get to his feet.
Freeman: Let him be! Hold him and bring him up to face me!
And the guards do so. They drag Mainer to his feet, grabbing him and restraining him. Mainer has been spared what would have been a vicious beatdown, but nonetheless he still remains trapped. Mainer struggles and writhes, his eyes focused on Freeman’s. He wants nothing more than to break free and pounce, but the numbers advantage is against him, and despite his immense anger it is not enough to break free. The men holding him back are too strong. There is a second where he gains some ground, and for a second it seems he may break free – but no, he is yanked right back. He has been clearly detained, and both he and Freeman know it.
Freeman: I knew these men would come in handy. Well…well…well. It seems that Danny Mainer just had to come out and interrupt. Couldn’t leave his nose out of it. Interesting. Tell me Mainer, is it killing you THAT much inside? Killing you that much that you struck the ring in what was essentially a suicide mission just for a CHANCE to get some measure of revenge? What did you expect to do? I mean, had you gotten me there how much damage could you possibly have done before being taken away? So very predictable. Pathetic, but predictable.
Danny Mainer: "If you knew you could take me you'd tell your goons to let me go so I could kick your ass! You're just a coward like all theo thers!"
Freeman opens his mouth to speak, but then shakes his head.
Freeman: Hm…well there’s an interesting proposition. I suppose you’re right. It’s not doing my reputation a great favor is it? Jason Freeman – too worried to face Danny Mainer, and so he hides behind a security force. Maybe I SHOULD have them let you go, and we’ll see who would REALLY come out on top. It would certainly allow me to win some respect.Well, unfortunately for you, I have a lot more on the line than pride here, and so I will politely decline.
Danny Mainer: "WHAT?! You pussy! I will OWN you! Get down here and fight me you baby!"
Freeman: Well, I’m afraid you’d find I am not getting lax on security. No, if you want to get at me, it’s not going to happen like that. I do believe however, that you are telling the truth when you say your drive for revenge won’t fade, and that’s the sad part. It’s completely the opposite. The longer you go without releasing the hatred inside of you, the more it destroys you inside. The longer you go deprived of it, the more you NEED it. You will simply burn away in hate, until you become nothing but a shell. A sad fate for a former proud man. Unless, of course…well…there is ONE way you could get your revenge. One way to ensure you get me where I can’t escape you.
Danny Mainer: "Oh really? Something in it for you huh? Typical Senatorial Stable attitude. What do you want?"
Freeman: A wrestling match of course. Or have you forgotten that we are wrestlers? Danny Mainer vs Jason Freeman. You’d have me in that ring, and I suppose at that point anything goes, hm?
Danny Mainer: "Yeah because after ducking me for the last month, you're suddenly going to decide you want a sanctioned contest with me. Let me ravage you in the ring and get exactly what I want huh?"
Freeman: Well, I wouldn’t go that far. I’d have to agree to the terms as well, after all. It seems you are more clouded by hatred than I had imagined. For it seems you’ve forgotten that you DO have something I would like.
…Of course. The crowd begins to boo, as it is instantly obvious what he is speaking of. Danny Mainer’s eyes widen for a second. Freeman had been right. He had been so angry he had never stopped to think about what had happened in the first place, or more precisely, why it had happened. And suddenly he realized exactly what had led to Freeman’s interference in his wedding. The wide eyes of Mainer meet the evil gleam of Jason Freeman, and Mainer’s eyes slowly narrow, turning once more into sheer and utter hatred. It is obvious now what Jason Freeman wants. Should have been obvious before…
Danny Mainer is the world heavyweight champion. Freeman had said he would do anything to win it, and it seems that that was true indeed. The wedding interference. It was nothing but a means to an end. Jason Freeman needed to get Danny Mainer angry enough to desperately want revenge. NEED revenge. And of course he had let him wait a month without getting it. Enough to make him realize that revenge would come on Freeman’s terms. Freeman wasn’t going to get a shot from management, he had to get one from the champion. And the only way he would get that was if he could offer something more valuable than the championship. He had to make himself his own prize.
Danny Mainer: "Of course. This title belt cost me the most important night of my entire adult life. I should slay you where you stand."
Freeman: Well, Mainer? I want an answer from you. And I shall not compromise. You have five seconds. Next month. At Seven Deadly Sins on pay-per-view. Jason Freeman vs Danny Mainer for the world heavyweight championship.
Danny Mainer: "Fuck off!"
Freeman: 5….
Danny Mainer: "No-!"
Freeman: 4…
Mainer glares at Freeman, and Freeman merely answers by continuing his count. Speaking softly but firmly.
Freeman: 3…
Mainer looks down for a second, but then looks back up
Danny Mainer: "Alrightalrightalright! Stop counting. You've got it! You're on, you lousy son of a whore!"
Freeman finally smiles, satisfied. The crowd has a mixed reaction. Half of them are booing, because Freeman has finally gotten what he wanted, and his plan has been completed. But there are of course those optimists in the crowd – those that see the glass “Half full.” While Freeman has gotten what he wanted, so has Danny Mainer. He has to put his championship on the line to achieve it, but he will get what he has wanted for a very long time. Revenge. There shall be no denying it now, and while Jason Freeman is a confident man, so is Danny Mainer. The crowd is assured that when Mainer is unleashed, it shall be a very bad night indeed for Freeman. Mainer suddenly is released, and the security stands in front of him, Freeman behind. The message is clear. Leave the ring. Mainer for the first time in about a month looks up – and grins. Freeman looks into that face, puzzled.
Danny Mainer: "You don't know what you've done, do you Freeman? You took away the one person that kept me sane in my life. Do you remember what happened the LAST time I lost Caitlynn? HUH?! Do you have ANY IDEA WHAT IT DID TO ME?! Those were the days when I dressed in all black... wore mascara and a a ponch... carried around a meat-cleaver and made sure everyone I came into contact with bled buckets in their matches... because well... I guess there needed to be a reason for them to call me the Psycho Butcher, HUH?!?!"
The crowd cheers once more, completely in support of Mainer, who turns away and exits the ring – the security not needing to defend Freeman. Mainer has got his ticket to Jason Freeman, and there’s no use wasting his energy attempting to attack him now. He’ll get his chance. Freeman watches Mainer go, and one has to wonder – was it worth it? Freeman would do anything to get a championship match, and he has gotten it, but did he step too far? Has his anything-for-success attitude made him a doomed man? Or was this really a stroke of genius? Could he actually pull it off? It will be a long time before anybody finds out…Seven Deadly Sins is still one month away. But for these two men that time is going to seem even longer.
Fade.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:19:02 GMT -5
Hello; Contract Sorted Credit: Ivan Boreanaz
The scene opens up with Jeremy Alexander in an office. You can see through the glass door that there are about three of four workers answering phones and working on computers. Jeremy's phone on his desk rings.
"Hello?" he asks as he presses loudspeaker to allow him to keep working.
"You've got a fax coming through from ACW," the woman's voice on the other side reveals.
"Excellent. I'll print it off in here."
Jeremy smiles as he gets to his feet and heads over to his printer which kicks into life. The sheet that comes out, though, is merely a copy of the Supercard's match card. Something Jeremy's already seen. He snatches the sheet and crumples it up before tossing it across the room.
"Fucking Hawthorne. You've made your bed. Now you're--" Jeremy stops dead.
He spins around and the printed starts to spit out more sheets of paper. The scowl across Jeremy's face dissolves into a sinister smile. He grabs a few of the sheets and flicks through them.
"Brilliant. You made a good move, Hawthorne. A very good move."
Jeremy grabs the phone on his desk and enters a number.
"Theodore!" he exclaims a warm greeting.
"..." There is a pause where, we presume, Wellington speaks.
"Everything's rosy. Hawthorne's sent through the contracts. I'll sign and send it back. So we'll both be part of the ACW set up before the show even begins."
"..."
"Yes, that's exactly what it means. They can't stop us now."
Jeremy laughs. This is brilliant. All he's wanted.
"No one can," he adds worryingly.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:26:24 GMT -5
XXX Hardcore Hardcore Hardcore XXX Sgt. Pilko We return to the ACW arena, and our hero, who hasn’t been seen on ACW television for some time, decides that he wants a piece of the action. And on PPV no less! Even though he has not been booked for quite some time…but that doesn’t matter! It’s ACW! If you decided to blow up half the earth you can! That’s what’s so good about this place! I’m going to stop using exclamation marks now! !!!!!!! Take that.
So with that, hmm…*scans iTunes*… as an instrumental version of “Fear of the Dark” by Iron Maiden hits the PA system, to nobody’s reaction. They have no idea whose music this is, and nor do they seem to care, apparently. But they pop a little bit as Dan White’s younger brother, Sgt. Pilko, walks through the curtain and under the slightly impressive Alphatron – not as glitzy as it once was, but still with a bit of pizzazz – and more interestingly, with a dark piece of clothing over his right shoulder. This gains the interest of the crowd who murmur amongst themselves as Pilko enters the ring, taking a microphone. His music fades, and addresses the crowd.Sgt. Pilko: Ten-hut, ACW! Now I have been under order to come out here, and make an announcement to you all! My announcement comes as one that will change the way that ACW is set out. A lot of things will stay the same, and a lot of things will change. But one thing that I hope to see change is the mentality of some of those pathetic maggots out there in the back! I have fought in ACW on and off for many years. I have been put through tables, I have suffered headshots by steel chairs, and I have been punctured so graphically by barbed wires that blood has literally sprayed out of my arm like a fountain! But did I surrender the cause? Does a bear shit in the woods? I was part of the British Army, the greatest army ever to grace these lands. I’m no French white flag-waving coward! The crowd cheers for the French comment, citing that no matter where you are in the world, the universal language of ‘taking the piss out of the French’ is well received.Sgt. Pilko: But a lot of the people behind that curtain are cowards! They do not know what it’s like to be under the threat of guerrilla warfare, or opponents who, whether you like it or not, do not mind using instruments of torture on you. People like Ridley. A small pop from those who remember Ridley. Pilko was talking about his second ever fight in ACW, which saw him lose in a no disqualifications match to perhaps ACW’s most controversial alumni.Sgt. Pilko: Which made me want to change a few things, as much as I can. I know that I do not express my talents as much as others, nor do I even turn up all that often, but I still attempt to express what I believe as much as I can, which brings me onto this little number perched on my shoulder. He feels the cloth with one hand, as the camera pans in, examining what may be underneath.Sgt. Pilko: Those of you that may have cottoned on quicker than others here will realise that yes, underneath this cloth I do have a championship belt underneath, and yes, it will be a brand new active title that I intend to have defended in ACW. It is a brand new title, one that you will have never seen in ACW before! Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to the Hardcore Title! There is a pop as he pulls the fabric off, and the title is unravelled. Interestingly, it looks like nothing more than a replica belt from an unrelated fed, with mentioned fed’s name crossed out and “ACW” inserted in its place, which prompts Pilko to quickly come to its defence.Sgt. Pilko: And okay, yeah, I know it doesn’t look all that. And I have pretty much ripped off another title, but let’s face it. We no longer get paid as well as we did, and the management weren’t too keen on having me smash up an existing championship belt. I would have preferred the International Title to go, but they had none of it, so I’ve had to make do with what I had, which was $250 dollars. That got me this replica belt, and a sharpie, so there you go. He brushes the title and looks proud of it, despite how hasty it appears.Sgt. Pilko: But I don’t think that matters! This is a belt that is going to bring some interest back into ACW’s hardcore scene! Some interest that we have not seen in some time! And as tradition with these types of belt, it WILL be a belt that will be defended 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and will always be fought under hardcore rules. As I said, the management did not agree in principle to these rules, so I have decided to enforce them by myself! And as such, I also declare myself to be the first champion! It’s a cheap tactic, I know. But hell, who am I going to the title too? Freeman? There’s a laugh from the crowd as Pilko smirks looking at the belt again.Sgt. Pilko: That is all, folks, but let this be a new dawn, the dawn of the hardcore era! There’s another cheer from the crowd as Pilko holds aloft the belt with one hand, as “Fear of the Dark” hits again. Pilko then begins to leave the ring, as the camera fades.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:29:26 GMT -5
Bulldozing Birmingham Credit: Ivan Boreanaz
We open to find Kevin Anderson leaning against a table drinking a well earned coffee. Things, as usual, have been hectic. And were only about to get worse.
"Oi, Kevin!"
Kevin spins around to find Jeremy Alexander heading towards him.
"Aren't you going to congratulate me on becoming an official member of the ACW roster? I've got job security now," he adds with a wink.
"Errr. Ok. Congratulations."
"And aren't you going to ask about Ivan's upcoming match?"
"Well I'm kinda on a break."
"No rest for the wicked," Jeremy says. "Trace Birmingham I think he's called?"
"Trace Birmingham, yes," Kevin says with a sigh.
He puts his coffee down on a table and pushes off the wall towards Jeremy. The camera's already running of course. Hence the rest of this segment.
"I assume you have some thoughts about him then?"
"Not really."
"Then why have you come to see me?" Kevin asks with exasparation. He's stopped his break for this.
"I'm kidding. Yes I have some thoughts for Trace. Mostly about his name."
"So only generic stuff," Kevin rudely complains. He's missing his break. He's irritable. Get over it.
"I just wanted to say that I've been to Birmingham. And an absolute shit hole it as too. Trying to turn it into a 21st Century city? Bullshit. Jeremy Clarkson had it right when he described that place as a 'toilet'. Hell, one of the buildings even looks like a giant fucking toilet roll! I went across the whole globe searching for talent. Because I'm the man that can take gems and make some money off them. I'm the man who shows teh diamonds off to the world. Birmingham had nothing. Just like the States had nothing. Belgrade, though," Jeremy smiles. "Now that place has some hard fuckers. None 'harder' than Ivan Boreanaz."
"So Ivan was the best you could find?"
"Have you seen him, Kevin?" Jeremy turns slightly on the interviewer. "Do you think you're better than him?"
"No, but--"
"No arguments. Ivan Boreanaz is an absolute monster. Trace Birmingham is unfortunate. And as much as I'd like to bulldoze the whole city of Birmingham I can't. So I'll settle for tonight. I'll settle for Ivan bulldozing through Trace in his first match since signing his ACW contract. And then we'll collect our win bonus."
Jeremy smiles at Kevin whilst the scene fades to darkness.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:31:53 GMT -5
MATCH 1 IVAN BOREANAZ vs. TRACE BIRMINGHAM Credit: Ivan Boreanaz
The referee rings the bell and Trace immediately charges to lock up with Ivan. Despite the running start Ivan grabs him and locks up with him before easily overpowering him and shoving him backwards and into the corner. Ivan backs out but doesn't take his eyes off Trace. Trace takes a breath before going for another lock up. Same result. Ivan shoves hard and Trace does a backward roll before finding himself back in the corner. He gets to his feet and stares at Ivan who slaps his chest menacingly. Trace decides a new strategy and, to the crowd's delight, gives the giant the middle finger! Ivan snaps and charges but Trace drops down and Ivan runs straight into the turnbuckle! Trace grabs his head and drops him with a bulldog! 1...kick out!
Trace is shocked by the quick kick out but doesn't let it get to him. He gets to his feet and starts to deliver stiff kicks to the big man's back as he tries to get to his feet. Ivan fights through the pain and gets up so Trace runs off the ropes and delivers a drop kick with staggers the big man. He delivers another running dropkick to a similar affect. He runs off the ropes again and ducks a clothesline before springboarding off the ropes and delivering a huge Tornado DDT to Ivan! 1...2...kick out!
Trace senses an upset and gets to his feet quickly before charging at Ivan with a Shining Wizard! The knee connects but Ivan doesn't budge! Instead he grabs Trace by the knee and gets to his feet before tossing him overhead with a modified suplex! Trace lands awkwardly and struggles to his feet only to get turned inside out by a devastating Lariat. Ivan looks down at the fallen Trace with disdain. He kicks at his head casually a few times before grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to his feet. He delivers a headbutt to stun him before lifting him up and delivering a Powerbomb into the turnbuckle! 1...2...kick out!
Ivan gets to his feet slowly as Trace backs towards the corner to help him get to his feet. Ivan is happy to allow him to before charging and squashing him in there with a Shoulder block! Trace drops to the floor in the corner and Ivan looks around at the booing crowd. He raises his foot and begins to deliver a horrible looking face wash to Trace before bouncing off the ropes and delivering a running knee which looks like it might even knock him out. Ivan grabs Trace by his feet and drags him towards the centre of the ring. He then grabs his legs and swings him onto his front before delivering a horrific curbstomp! 1...2...kick out!
Ivan looks a bit more frustrated this time and he gets to his feet and drags Trace with him. He delivers a few more headbutts before dropping Trace on his head with a Piledriver! Ivan snarls at Trace but doesn't pin him. He instead chooses to drag him to his feet and lock in a Bearhug! Trace looks dead in his arms as he shakes him around to add more pressure. The pressure forces Trace into life as the breath is pushed out of his lungs. His arms flail wildly but he can't get out! The referee is right there to check if he submits but, for now at least, he declines. Things begin to look desperate as Trace fades and fades due to lack of oxygen so he goes for one final burst and nails Ivan repeatedly in the head with elbows. It doesn't look like it's doing much to Ivan but in reality he's loosening slightly with each blow. This allows more and more oxygen to flow around Trace and make him stronger and stronger. Eventually Ivan is forced to relinquish the hold and Trace delivers a jawbreaker followed by a basement dropkick to cause Ivan to drop to the floor! A quick Shining Wizard sends him to the floor before Trace slingshots himself outside and onto the big Serbian!
Trace sends Ivan inside before climbing up to the top rope. He then meets the big man with a Missile Dropkick to the chest! Ivan is sent rolling backwards and Trace gasps for air as he gets up before delivering a Superkick to the kneeling Ivan to cause his head to snap back! Trace rushes to the turnbuckle and climbs. He steadies himself before leaping off with a moonsault, But Ivan gets his knees up! The Serbian gets to his feet, having taken advantage of Trace's slow and tired ascent, before grabbing the recovering Trace and dropping him with a Backdrop Driver! 1...2...3!
WINNER: Ivan Boreanaz
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:34:34 GMT -5
CHASTISE Credit: Danny Mainer It's early in the night and everyones' "favourite" chairman Mr. Samuel Hawthorne is sat idly minding his own in the office. In the first of two appearances that Danny Mainer would make here tonight he slides his way through the door looking a little like a scalded puppy (if you'll excuse the Jim Rossism). His face hangs low and Mainer knows that he's in for a bollocking after not only losing to Ryan Cole but also for no-showing the previous week. He walks in and takes a seat in front of the desk as Hawthorne wastes some of Mainer's time by continuing to prattle away on his computer. Paycheques, insurance claims and the like are all things that fall at the feet of Samuel Hawthorne because y'know, ACW is too lazy and too cheap to afford a crack team of accountants. Hawthorne paid Mainer no attention and there was an awkward pause for a few moments as Samuel just blanked the worlds' heavyweight champion. Mainer cleared his throat to signal his arrival but Hawthorne just holds his hand out to silence Mainer.[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: "Just a minute." Hawthorne continues to type for about thirty more seconds, stops, then hits the backspace key a few times as he looks quizically at his written document on screen. Mainers' frustrations steadily increasing as Hawthorne sits there blatantly wasting his time. Finally, after about two minutes of solid waiting Hawthorne finally stops and looks at his employee.[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: "See that? What did I do just then?" [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "You wasted about five minutes of my life that I know I'm not getting back?"[Samuel Hawthorne l The Boss]: "EX-actly. Just like you wasted my time and the opportunities I gave you the week before last against Ryan Cole." Mainer groans. He knew that's why he was here. Son of a bitch.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "You wanted to see me. Is it just to berate me or is there something else?"[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "Matter of fact yes there is Dan. I've got to say after watching your performance against Cole the other week, I am VERY disappointed. I feel my trust in you to carry this company may well have been misplaced. I expected a brutal hardcore massacre and yes, I may have got one but damn it I didn't expect my world champion to lose to someone who's barely got his feet wet in the company."[/color] [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "You just said it was something else! Sir- with all due respect-"[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "With all due respect, nothing Mainer. I gave you an opportunity to exact vengeance against your nemesis for ruining your wedding by crippling his lieutenant and what do you do? You screw it up and get distract. For goodness sake Mainer, you are the WORLD heavyweight champion of the biggest wrestling company in the world. You DO NOT get distracted or else you lose your belt. As soon as you take your eyes off the prize it's lights out. Your reign is over as quick as it started." Samuel scolds his champion, wagging his finger like he's talking to a naughty child who doesn't realize that bad things tend to happen when you stuff your finger in the electrical socket. Mainer takes the lead and starts to make assumptions.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "So, you expect me to do something to redeem my integrity?"[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "I don't just expect you to redeem YOUR integrity but I want you to prove to me that the faith I put in you to carry this company was not a pipe-dream. The little man that can, Danny Mainer. Come hell and highwater, he always rides to the top with a smile on his face and the woman of his dreams." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Is that it? I'm not a human being to you, NONE of the roster is. We're just side-show attractions for you to make a buck or five off of."Mr. Hawthorne scoffs coldly at the world champion, trying to stifle the great amusement he takes in Mainers' self-righteous high-horse comments.[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "Oh come off it Mainer. I've never EVER attempted to paint the persona that I have anything more than a business connection with my employees. You of all people should know this. You're a marketing frenzy for ACW right now. Everyone wants your t-shirt, your wrist band, your used underwear, your genitalia. Once someone becomes a star, the world will scratch and claw to get a piece of you. That's how fame and obscurity works." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Enough of the down-talk Hawthorne. I've yet to raise my hand in anger towards you but this wouldn't be the first time I've been kicked out of the building. Come to what is important so I can continue the motions to work on destroying Freeman."[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "You're defending your title at the supercard Mr. Mainer." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Against Freeman?"Samuel chuckles as if Mainer had told a particularly humorous anecdote then suddenly turns and states.[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "No. Against Ryan Cole. This won't be a No-Disqualification match like last time I assure you. It'll be a straight-up, balls to the wall first fall to a finish title encounter. Should anyone interfere on Ryan's behalf, Ryan will be dismissed from the company permanently. Should anyone interfere on your behalf you will be stripped of the title and sacked on the spot." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "What does Cole get out of this?"[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "A world title opportunity? A chance to unbolt himself from the shadow of Freeman's underbelly? There's plenty in it for Mr. Cole." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "And what am I getting out of this?"[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "Well you need to defend that title, Mr. Fighting Champion that you are. You've already got the world title around your waist, you wouldn't want to be considered a paper champion by your adoring fans would you? You've already got something out of it Dan, a pay-per-view classic against the rookie who beat you. The world over is laughing at you for-" Now it's Mainers' turn to scoff. Hawthorne is obviously trying to out-psyche Mainer and it just doesn't appear to be working for him.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "The world is laughing at me? You really think that psychological trickery is gonna' work on me Hawthorne? I'm not fourteen years old."[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "Good. You're at least mentally prepared. Besides, if you retain the belt you'll get the opportunity to defend it against Jason and show him well and truly that ruining the happiest night of your life was the gravest mistake a man could ever have hoped to not make." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Do I have a choice in this?"Hawthorne now takes the mocking a little further and puts on the kind of voice he'd take on like he was talking to a baby.[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "Oh come on Dan, you're not afraid of the big bad Ryan Cole are you?" [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "El-Em-Eff-Ay-Oh. Your first head-game didn't work Hawthorne, you really thing using the tricks that you used on your children and grand-children is going to work on me?"[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "What grand-children? I'm not even married. I'm fourty-three you cheeky arse." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Could've fooled me."Hawthorne palm-slaps himself in the face in disappointment at the cheap shot. He then straightens his posture out and gives [Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "You chastite me for treating you like a child, then act one with your pithy attempt at an insult? You never cease to amaze me in your own hypocrasy sometimes Mr. Mainer." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "What would you have me do for the rest of the night?"[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "I'd say go make yourself useful and go help the technicians with the lights or something but leaving you anywhere near the ring with Freeman out and vulnerable is just full on negligence as far as I'm concerned. You are not to set foot inside the ring-side area until such a time as the show is over. A violation of this will result in your immediate dimissal. Tonight's main event is to go off without a hitch. Are we clear on this?" [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Crystal sir."[Samuel Hawthorne l The Big Boss]: "Then get out of my office and while you're at it, get out of my arena." Mainer doesn't need to be told twice and quickly leaves Hawthorne's office making sure to shut the door quietly on his way out. A lot of interesting questions have been posed though by this confrontation between employer and employee. IS Mainer capable of holding onto his title? Is he every bit the champion that the public are making him out to be? Can he handle the responsibility, the prestige of such a high-held honour amongst wrestling fans? Furthermore, is Hawthorne right again about Mainer's opinions and thoughts on Ryan Cole? Is Mainer scared of the newer, younger, more cocky rookie who already holds a victory over him? We'll find this out and more at the supercard but one thing is for sure, Ryan Cole VS Danny Mainer is set to be a blockbuster. Both men have everything to gain and even more to lose, it's only a matter of time until we see how it all pans out.FADE
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:37:34 GMT -5
Segment: Reaching Out
The sun is setting on a warm day down in Atlantic City, NJ. The partiers are just getting started and screams and cheers echo throughout the board walk. As the beautiful women and handsome men walk in and out of the clubs and the sounds of slot machines can be heard all around…one man sits alone in the farthest corner of the beach. He is tan and in good shape and looks like he should be out with the hot girls, except he has just finishing up a bottle of rum by himself.
He takes a gulp and finishes off the bottle and looks at it before throwing it into the ocean…undoubtedly giving tomorrows swimmers a nice glace mine field to play on. He stares off to the distance pondering what brought him here. He used to have it all…the looks, a good amount of money, the friends, basically the life in general. How could he let his gambling addiction ruin everything? He lost his friends, his jobs, his home, and his family and was now reduced to hiding away on the corner of the beach, contemplating death as the seconds passed.
He grabs the back pack next to him and pulls out whatever money he can find. He counts it out to three one dollar bills and five dollars in nickels. Not enough for rum but enough for a couple beers. As he goes to get up to make his way to the store, a bottle of rum is dropped on the sand next to him. He looks up to see a stranger there who is totally over dressed. He looks at him for a minute before the man motions to him that it is ok to drink it. He quickly scoops it up and starts drinking
So am I suppose to thank you or something?
No, you don’t have to. What’s your name?
He looks at the stranger…not wanting to give too much away. For all he knew…this man was a cop.
I’m John Smith. Thanks for the rum.
John Smith huh? Well John, I actually know a little bit about you. About your gambling problems that put you here.[/color]
“John” quickly turns is head around to look at the stranger. He the hell was this guy and what did he know….and WHY
Don’t worry I’m not a cop or anything. Just a man looking to help, and by help I mean your debts are fully paid for.
Now “John” is completely in shock and even more confused. He stands up slowly, making sure to not take his eyes off of the strange….well stranger.
And what’s the catch? What are you expecting of me?
Nothing. Nothing at all. You can walk away right now and just go on living your life, your way…but rest assured that no stranger will be around to pay off your debts if you fall back down.
“John” looks at the man curiously.
So I can just…walk away….right now…not owe you a thing…never see you again?
Yes you can. OR…
Or what?
Or you can fly with me to an island where I will get you back in top shape and provide you with an opportunity like never before. A chance to continue to fix your life under the safety net of my fortune. However there is no second chance…it’s now or never.
“John Smith” looks around taking deep breaths trying to process all this information. He looks at the rum in his hand and then back at the casinos that put him here in the first place. He takes one more look off into the ocean before dropping the bottle and putting out his hand. The stranger grasps it and the deal is done.
I’m Alex…thank you for paying off my debts and giving me this opportunity. Just one question…who are you and where are we going?
The man steps into the light now and he is very recognizable with his black suite red shirt outfit.
I’m Theodore Wellington….and we are going to the ACW Island.
(Credit: Theodore Wellington)
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:44:43 GMT -5
Segment: Running before walking Credit: Ascendancy We switch backstage to a shot of Ascendancy, minus Jon Taylor. None of the members look particularly interested as they walk the hallways while Senator seems to have a look of concern upon his face. The Senator: As much as it irks me, I have arrived. Now, what exactly is the blasted reason Mr. Taylor has requested our presence here at this point in time? Cole: He didn't give one, probably to talk about how great he is knowing him. Or.... No it's probably the first one.Freeman: Whatever the reason is Cole, do you think you two could withold from your childish quarrels for one night? Cole: I would like to say yes, but when it comes to that egotistical fool things are never predictable. The trio come to their destination as they come to a halt outside the locker room which has the nameplate Ascendancy on. Freeman goes to open the door however stops as he takes a step forward, he caught off foot as he hears what sounds like a disco coming from inside the stable locker room. A bemused Freeman gestures for the other two listen in as well and they all look equally bemused by what they hear. The Senator: With the individual in question, the outcome of this gathering surely can not result in a net positive. Cole: As much as I'm going to regret saying this we need to find out what the idiots done. Cole takes the lead, stepping forward and opening the door..to be greeted with the horrendous view of a dancing and singing Taylor! Jon Taylor: ...CELEEEEEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!With a dancing, singing AND grinning Taylor having a whale of a time the other members step into their locker room with a look of amazement upon their faces. With "Celebrate good times come on" being blasted out of a sound system Taylor has hooked up, it becomes clear his decorating hasn't stopped there. There is a large banner on the wall reading "Your NEW ACW Entertainment Champion, Jon Taylor!" as well as a disco ball rotating around with different light shades filling the room. A very clearly annoyed/embarrassed Daphne can be seen in the corner staring at Taylor with a glazy look. The Senator: Of all the... Cole: Oh god it's going to take a while to get rid of this mental image. A dancing and singing Taylor, that's all we needed...With the other two continuing to watch Taylor and his crazy antics Freeman does the only intelligent thing and demand to know what the hell is doing. Freeman: Taylor, would you like to enlighten us as to what the hell all this is in aid of? Jon Taylor: What's this in aid of you say, Jason? IT'S PARTY TIME THAT'S WHAT!The Senator: You imbecilic wastrel, I demand you immediately illuminate us with your reasoning for subjecting us to this ridiculous display of debauchery! Taylor temporarily halts his celebrating and raises an eyebrow. Jon Taylor: Erm, you guys are kidding me right? Wow, you're being serious? Damn you guys are nearly as slow as the dumb lot at ringside Met with a frosty glaze from everyone else in the room Taylor decides let them in on why. Jon Taylor: We are celebrating my ACW Entertainment Title win of course! You see, tonight gold has finally returned Jon Taylor's waist - just where it belongs!Freeman, Senator & Cole: ... Jon Taylor: What? Why are you so quiet, hell normally the kid has something to mouth off about!Freeman: Enough of this nonsense, Taylor! We have more important things to do tonight than deal with your stupid antics. Tonight is a very important night, with both you and Cole having the opportunity to bring all the gold in ACW to the stable-- Jon Taylor: *Brought, in my case.The Senator: Taylor, if anyone has a chance of winning gold tonight it is Mr. Cole. He may lack experience in the ring against a very experienced competitor, but compared to your drastic feelings of overconfidence, that is hardly a weakness! You would be very well served taking this match seriously, instead of literally acting as if you have already won it! Jon Taylor: Haha, don't make me laugh, Steve! The kid will be lucky to make it out of the match without any injuries, let alone with a title! No, tonight the only person that will be walking away with a championship belt is myself.Taylor turns to the sound system behind him to turn the music back on with a grin on his face but Cole has something to say first. Cole: You are very confident for someone who hasn't defeated their opponent in a match yet, Taylor. I, however, already have a victory over Mainer, something which I intend to repeat tonight. Jon Taylor: How many times are you going to try and bring that up, Cole?! YOU-DID-NOT-WIN! Having Freeman win it for you counts for nothing, you know that? I on the other hand have proved already that have TJ's number and tonight will merely be the icing on the cake, I can assure you of that!Cole's eyes narrow. Cole: At least I am having a World Title shot, Taylor. The last time I checked you have had a grand total of 0. Feel free to correct me?Jon Taylor: Don't get too excited, kid. There's a very good reason you are facing Mainer tonight, and that's because he sees you as an easy defence. You're going to end up in a heap like you did before! Cole: I WILL NOT-!-- Freeman: THAT'S IT! It appears however Freeman has had enough of Taylor's antics as well as the childish quarrels he is witnessing as he steps forward between them. Freeman: I will not stand by and watch you two allow yourselves to be distracted by each other when you both have opponents to worry yourselves about instead! Sorry Taylor, but this so called meeting is OVER. Now, do something useful and ensure you're prepared properly, because losing against TJ is not an option. Good luck. Freeman turns to leave, signalling for the other two to do the same. Jon Taylor: ...so I'm guessing you do want the strippers anymore, eh?Before Freeman can reply and Daphne can throttle her boyfriend there are 3 knocks on the door. ?: Police! You're under arrest... The Senator: Dear Lord...do please deliver me from these idiots... The door swings open to reveal a pair of strippers standing there complete in police uniform. Stripper A: ...for being too damn sexy! The stripper walks past the others and up to Taylor but Daphne steps in the way. Daphne Stewart: Babe, what the hell!The Senator: And I thought Thunderkiss was bad... Jon Taylor: What do you want me to say, honey? You can't have a celebration party without strippers! Besides, they're for the two virgins over there. Taylor slyly grins as he gestures to Cole and Freeman while Daphne continues to give him a look of disapproval. Cole: I'm out of here, unlike Taylor I actually intend on walking out of my match with a title tonight.The Senator: I too, am done with dealing with this brain numbed ruffian for tonight...perhaps for longer than that... Senator and Cole leave the room which means only Freeman and Taylor remain from the stable. Freeman: I expect you to walk out champion, Taylor. I hope your mind is more focused than your actions indicate. Good luck. Freeman too leaves, leaving Daphne and an opportunistic Taylor with the strippers. Jon Taylor: Well, honey, I guess it's just us and the strippers, eh!Daphne Stewart: Yeah, right. I have a few phone calls to make to some former clients back in Beverly. And don't think I'm leaving the whores with you, either.Daphne exits with the strippers doing their best dirty looks at her, leaving a regret Taylor behind. Jon Taylor: Awww, they're always spoiling my fun!The scene fades out with Taylor left to contemplate how to prepare for his match. Well maybe, more than likely he'll go off and get involved in some other tomfoolery.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:48:05 GMT -5
MATCH 2 Buddy Ghee vs Laron Xavier (Credit: Buddy Ghee)
The match started off with the more experienced Buddy Ghee in control. He pulled off a few nice moves after getting Laron supine after a Hot Shot. However, Laron was able to get his knees up as Buddy attempted a Standing Moonsault. Laron then held control for a good amount of the match. He got a hammerlock on that ended in an LDT.
Laron set Buddy up for the Tiger Feint Kick, but as he went over the top rope, Buddy punched him in the back and rolled him onto his shoulders for an Argentine Backbreaker Drop. When Buddy started going for the pin, Laron reversed it, but only made it to two. Buddy picked Laron up and tried to Irish Whip him into the corner, but it was reversed and followed up with a Stinger Splash. As Buddy stepped forward, Laron went for the Ode to Compton, but as he stepped off the turnbuckle, Buddy deadweighted on him and the hold was broken. Laron went for his Reverse Roundhouse, but he didn't count on Buddy grabbing the leg, pushing it down so his body went with the momentum, causing him to bend over and get hit with a Scissor Kick. Buddy took this opening to climb the turnbuckle and hit the Shining Star for the three count.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:51:17 GMT -5
Friendly Words? Well I Never Dan White, Senator Steve Phillips The camera fades back in and we’re greeted to two former World champions, to which Charlotte will address with an interview. Dan White and Senator Steve Phillips stand either side of one of ACW’s longest standing employees, who looks rather dapper this evening. She smiles to the camera as she address the duo.Charlotte: Hello ACW, it’s been a great show so far here, and I’m glad to be joined with both the men that will compete in a match later tonight, the Welsh Dragon Dan White... Pop from the crowd.Charlotte: And a two-time former ACW champion, Senator Steve Phillips! Another pop from the audience.Charlotte: This is somewhat unconventional in that you’re both happy to engage in an interview alongside each other. Does this represent the friendship you both have? Senator smiles as he takes it upon his liberty to answer the question.Senator: Mr. White and I are for the most part, the last two active members left on the roster left from the old days around here. We have had many violent struggles and incidences through the years, but there is still an underlying respect. We have both seen many champions come and go, changes in management and ownership, and a general shift in the fan base. As such, I think the two of us know something about putting on a tremendous contest and entertaining the fans. In this age, we felt that we could bring something new to Hello Goodbye, in the ways of old. Charlotte turns around, pointing the microphone to Dan.Charlotte: Dan, do you agree with Steve’s thoughts? Dan White: Well he’s not wrong, we are the old guard. I might only be 28 but I feel about 58. I mean, that TJ took me only 20 minutes last week and I’m still aching all over the place! I must be feeling like when Senator has to get out of bed, you must be about 70 years old by now! Senator raises his eyebrows, as Dan puts on the widest grin he has. But Phillips allows Dan to get away with it, as Charlotte hastily goes on to the next question.Charlotte: Err, so, moving on. You have both performed in some ferocious, bloodied affairs in the past. Omega Effect IV witnessed the pair of you go almost all the way in an Unsanctioned Fight until Dan picked up the win. Last year, Dan again won, this time in a Hell in a Cell match to pick up the World Title. Can we expect anything like those fights tonight? Dan White: Err, I think this time might be a little different, Charlotte. I mean Senator doesn’t have anything that I need, nor has he pissed me off and I’d like to think it’s like that the other way round. All it’ll be is a good clean fight, which is something that I’ve not had in years, if ever! But this is very much a new attitude I have. I have very little grudge with anyone on the roster, and that’s because I either don’t know any of them, or, like in the case of our resident butthole Freeman, I have already conquered them as far as any beef goes. So this following match won’t feature grenade bombs or steel chairs or tennis rackets. It’ll just be a clean affair. Charlotte: Senator? Senator: I may have picked up defeats in our previous two encounters on Pay Per View, but at the same time I am proud of what we both achieved in those bouts, as they are two of the most celebrated contests in ACW history, which should come as no surprise. And even if it is in a defeat, being part of a great match is always something that you can look back on with pride, knowing that you have put all your passion, energy and determination into a match. We are not saying that you will not get a good match between us nowadays, as I am sure that Dan would love to win as much as I would. But we are no longer share a mutual inclination to knock each other's heads into the upper deck, as you may have seen in the past. Charlotte checks her watch.Charlotte: Very well. I’ll just ask one more question, as I’m sure you’re both eager to prepare for your match. After tonight, you both must have plans. Do you care to spill what you both plan to do? Senator: I fully plan to continue evolving my game, and to present a formidable challenge to any and all opposition that encounters me in the squared circle. Charlotte: And you, Dan? Dan White: Well Charlotte, you know me, and you know that I don’t like to give out secrets. But let’s just say that I never ever got my rematch for when I lost my World Heavyweight Title, so I’ll be watching the fight between Mainer and Cole pretty closely. All I’ll say is that the Welsh Dragon, Mr. Omega Effect, The Pinnacle of Evolution, will be on top of this company one day soon. And that, my friends, is the right…. A broad smile from the Welshman as he turns to the camera.Dan White: …touch… A pop from the crowd as he points towards the camera, before both he and Senator head to their respective dressing rooms, and the camera fades to a “don’t try this at home, on the street, in school, but maybe on a trampoline” ad.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:53:38 GMT -5
Hello Future, Goodbye Past.
“I understand.”
“I know.”
“Yeah.”
The camera shows Ryan Cole standing in his locker room, a phone firmly stuck to his ear. He paces up and down the room making many passes by his bodyguard Dominic Campbell who sits at the side of the room, a confused look on his face.
Cole: I appreciate it.
Cole: I’ll be sure to take advantage of it.
He nods enthusiastically.
Cole: Without a doubt. My rise is faster than anyone could even possible foresee.
He stops pacing and places on hand on his hip.
Cole: No. No. I think you’ll find I’m in perfect condition. Mainer’s attack may have been flashey but like the man himself lacked substance.
Cole gingerly places a hand on his ribs and flinches slightly but waves down Campbell when he moves to assist.
Cole: Yes I’m sure.
He laughs and smirk crosses his face.
Cole: Lacking any screw ups from Taylor, Ascendancy will hold all the gold in ACW by the end of tonight..... I’m sure that this is a good thing. A very good thing for this company.
Ryan lowers the phone and whispers something to Dominic Campbell who walks to the other side of the room and begins rummaging through a bag., he then returns to his call.
Cole: Now, I’m afraid I’ll have to cut this short.
He nods, looking slightly agitated.
Cole: Yes. Yes. I get it.
He rolls his eyes
Cole: I get it, this is my shot. Just leave it to me.
... Okay , Thank you, sir.
Campbell’s head pops up from rummaging in the bag and looks at Cole curious.
Cole: Okay, Goodbye, sir.
Cole snaps the phone shut and makes a “talk, talk” motion with his hand
Campbell: Sir?
Cole: Chairman Hawthorne is very interested in this match Dominic.
Campbell: Recognising your talent at last?
Cole: The compliment is unnecessary, but appreciated Campbell. The reason for the chairman’s interest is simply because he knew that, and I quote “I wouldn’t shut up about beating Mainer unless I got a shot.” So the excuse is to placate me.
Campbell: But....
Cole: Obviously the Chairman knows the future, and he just hopes to speed up the process of me reaching the top.
Campbell: Ascending to the top?
Cole: That pun is going to get old very quick.
Campbell: I try my best.
Cole: Please don’t. Just gimmie my elbow pads already.
Campbell roots the elbow pads out of the bag and tosses them to Cole who starts slipping them on.
Cole: What a night it’s going to be. A night to remember.
Campbell: And my jokes get old fast?
Cole: Just shut it already.
The two share a laugh.
Cole: Hours away, hours till it’s in my grasp.
His now far too familiar smirk returns and a certain energy rises from Cole who begins shuffling about on the spot.
Cole: Ryan Cole. World Champion. It’s just a matter of time.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:54:41 GMT -5
Propaganda & Protest [/center][/color] Saturday, July 24, 2010 - 15:36 The sun was bright, rays pouring through the cracks in the closed blinds as Samuel Hawthorne relaxed back in his comfortable executive office chair. All preparations for Monday's show had been finished, having just ended a conference call about it. Throwing a navy blue stress ball back and forth between his hands, he began to read various legal papers in front of him. After a moment of squinting, he put the stress ball down and grabbed a pair of Dolce and Gabbana reading glasses situated to his left as put them on his face.
After spending a few minutes browsing over the papers he sighed and threw them back down, rubbing his temples. Leaning his head back against the headrest of the chair, he continued to massage his temples while wondering if someone could just read it for him and do it. He had grown tired of the endless papers floating in to meet his desk. Maybe he was getting too old for this ...
... no, that's not it.
Just as he rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, his phone beeped and a voice came through the speaker. GENEVIEVE: Mr. Hawthorne, someone's here to see you. Taking off his glasses and placing them gently down to his right side, his mind raced for a second in thought. He didn't have any appointments with anyone, unless his secretary had failed to inform him.HAWTHORNE: Who is it? GENEVIEVE: He won't say, sir. HAWTHORNE: Tell him I'm about to go into a meeting. I don't feel like dealing with whatever he wants today. Tell him to come back tomorrow, and- GENEVIEVE*speaking to the man* Sir, you can't see him! Sir- oh shit. Click.
Hawthorne sighed at the noise, knowing that the unknown man was headed towards his office. Although at first he thought Genevieve would make a good secretary, she proved him wrong. Typos, misunderstandings, double bookings for appointments and now this. She would probably need to be fired within the week. She would bounce back, though.
The door pushed open.GENEVIEVE: STOP! Hawthorne cleared his throat, rising to his guest. After straightening his blazer, he looked over at his secretary.HAWTHORNE: It would seem, my dear, we have learned today that yelling 'Stop' at the top of your lungs does no more good than anything else you could say. GENEVIEVE: I'm sorry, but he- HAWTHORNE: It's quite alright. Thank you, Genevieve, for bringing our guest to my office. She knew something bad was going to happen to her. As she nodded toward Hawthorne, she looked at the stranger with the most vicious glare she had ever given in her entire life before spinning around the head back to her desk.
back in the office, Hawthorne smiled and sat back down in his chair, placing his hands neatly behind his head.HAWTHORNE: Take a seat. ...: but- HAWTHORNE: We sit before we speak. The stranger sat across from Hawthorne slowly, looking around the room aimlessly.HAWTHORNE: You know, Mainer, it is impolite to be barging in here the way you just did now. MAINER: I have some vital intel for you, something YOU are going to want to hear. HAWTHORNE: Oh? And what, pray tell, could possibly be that important that you had to barge in here like a lunatic? MAINER: I've just been approached. By somebody. HAWTHORNE: *gesturing with hand* Elaborate. MAINER: Last night I got a letter in my lockerroom arranging to meet someone in a bar. Feminine hand-writing, I was a little suspicious because well, myself and the gentler sex don't have a good relationship. Not one that lends itsself to the way this letter was written anyways. Anyway I turn up, hesitant to see none other than Rena Matheson sat there. HAWTHORNE: *smiles* Rena Matheson, how lovely. How is she doing these days? MAINER: She's pretty well actually. Still in shape, married too I believe. But that's not the point. HAWTHORNE: Of course not. Continue. MAINER: Well we got chatting and I was a little hesitant, last time I saw her I was violently destroying the SLA stable remnants that Thunderkiss left. She told me she wanted to form a coalition with a bid to destroy ACW. HAWTHORNE*amused* A coalition? You don't say. Now, why would Miss Matheson- is she still miss Matheson? She is married now, after all. MAINERwe- HAWTHORNE: No need to speak, it's not important. For the purpose of this conversation she can remain Miss Matheson. Why would she want to create a coalition against ACW? Her former employer. The place where she made her name. MAINER: No idea. I told her she was an unhinged psychopath and she took no for an answer. No death-threats, no bitch slaps, no seductions. Nothing. She simply left it at that. HAWTHORNE: *laughs* Now, Mr. Mainer. We all know that Rena doesn't just 'leave it at that'. You mean to tell me that Miss Matheson just offered this to you and when you simply refused she just floated away without trying to persuade you. MAINER: Words cannot describe any better her actions. That's EXACTLY what she did. We finished our drinks and went our seperate ways. That was it. Hawthorne pursed his lips with a slight smile and looked into the distance in thought. After a small chuckle, he looked back at Mainer and began to get up.HAWTHORNE: *pacing* Now, how many does she have in this coalition thus far? MAINER: Honestly? I have no idea. She didn't tell me much. With her you can never tell, either one hobo and a barely-strung guitar or an army spanning of thousands. Nobody knows. HAWTHORNE: Exactly. Rena is a smart woman- smarter than anyone gives her credit for. I'm interested to find out, actually. At any rate, thank you for stopping by. Your story had been the highlight of my boring work day. You may take your leave, unless you have anything else to say? MAINER: Nope, we've had our discussions for the evening. HAWTHORNE: Good. Now if you could be so kind as to show yourself out. I'm sure you know exactly how to leave. That is, if you didn't stop to see where you were going during your tyrannous rampage towards my offfice. MAINER: I'm not sure, got a map I can use? Kidding. HAWTHORNE: Have a good evening, Mr. Mainer. Mainer nodded and stood up, letting himself out and closing the door tightly as he left. Hawthorne smiled and picked up the phone, waiting for just a moment. HAWTHORNE: Genevieve, be a dear and find Rena Matheson's phone number. Yes, I want you to call her and schedule an appointment. Today, preferably. Thank you. Hawthorne hug up the phone, placing himself back in his chair in a comfortable position. HAWTHORNE: Interesting indeed. [fade] credit: Rena & Mainer
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