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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:58:09 GMT -5
Segment: The Cole Ultimatum Credit: Ryan Cole/Theodore Wellington/Ivan Boreanaz We come back from commercial as the fans settle back into their seats for some more HelloGoodbye action. This supercard...like all others....has yet to disappoint. As advertised to the fans in attendance...the next part of the show will not be a match. However it will be entertaining and have massive consequences that will echo through out ACW. The next part of the show features...“I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT”The fans cheer as the only man to stand up to Ascendancy as whole makes his way from the back. He forgoes the limo as he comes out from the back with his hired gun...Ivan Boreanaz. He makes his way to the ring and climbs in as Ivan stands in front of the ring facing up the ramp. 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 has a mic and lets his music die out as he stands in the middle of the ring in a white on black suit. The fans eagerly listen as to not miss a minute of this.Theodore Wellington: Tonight...tonight will decide the next move in this war I have with the group of lack luster talent that calls themselves Ascendancy. Last week you all saw as me and my associate send Ryan Cole and Dominic a message. A subtle message if I do say so myself.He points to the Alphatron as they replay the events of last week. 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. Theodore Wellington: You see, I say that was subtle because it is NOTHING compared to what we have in store. However, I did offer Ryan an ultimatum…me and Ivan would leave him alone if he apologizes to me for the wrongs he has committed…subsequently resigning himself from the group. So Ryan…come out here and face me man to man in this ring. The fans and Mr. Wellington don’t wait for long as Rebirthing by Skillet comes on the speaker and Ryan Cole saunters out to the ramp. He walks down a little bit to heavy boo’s when he suddenly stops…he pauses and smiles at Ivan and he waives for Dominic to come out. The two make their way down the ramp and Cole climbs the steps to get in the ring. Dominic goes to walk up but Ivan blocks his way. The two stare at each other but Cole tells Dominic to stay outside. As Cole goes to the ring and gets a mic, Dominic and Ivan stand outside the ring not breaking eye contact. In the ring, Wellington smirks at Cole who is glaring at him. Theodore Wellington: Hey Ry! I’m glad you took me up on my offer…I hope you made the right choice.Cole: What is with you? You’re whole attack on Ascendency…you know it can’t end well right? Even if I do decide to do this tonight…you know the rest of them will get you at some point. The rest of those…what did you call us? “Lack Luster Talent”?Theodore Wellington: That’s right…lack luster…would prefer, talentless? Awful? Boring? Worthless? I could go on if you like.Cole: The funny part though, is that when this all started…you were right there forming it. And just because you couldn’t handle it and got pushed out...you think you’re too good for us? You don’t have shit on us.Wellington’s smirk now disappears as he gets serious fast. Theodore Wellington: Getting “pushed out” was the best thing that happened to me…it opened my eyes and showed me how stupid and naïve I was for thinking that you or any of those other fools could do ANYTHING to me. I had the most talent in the group, the most money, the best looks, even the best genetics.Cole: OK guy…simmer down. You may have the money. But that's it you, can’t buy anything else on that list.Theodore Wellington: You know what…enough already. You came out here to decide your future…what is your answer.Cole: Ah back to the reason we are all here. Well I have decided that I cannot think about the group, my pride, or anything else. The only thing I can think of is myself and my own safety. So I have decided…..to apologize. I want to apologize that you wasted everyone’s time here tonight. I want to apologize to the countless doctors that will have to work on you by the time I’m done with you. I want to apologize to the ACW for ending one of their wrestlers careers. Actually, let me take that back, I apologize for nothing. In true Wellington form your mouth wrote a check that your ass can’t cash. And you will regret it.With that Cole drops the mic and turns to exit the ring.Theodore Wellington: Mark this day down in your calendar Cole…because when your old and grey scratching your nuts in a retirement home one day, you will be telling people about this date, THIS moment. You will be telling them about the day you made the biggest…mistake…of your LIFE.Cole and Wellington glare at each other before Cole turns again and heads down the staring. He pats Dominic on the back telling him its time to go but Dominic is still staring into Ivan’s eyes. Dominic finally breaks the eye lock and turns to leave….but not for long. Cole quickly snaps around and kicks Ivan in the gut and Dominic follows suit as the two pound away with fists on Ivan. Dominic grabs Ivan by the neck and throws him into the steps head first. Wellington goes to help Ivan but Dominic and Cole step towards him. He thinks for a minute then backs up. The two return to Ivan and start stomping away on him for several moments before Cole stops and tells Dominic its enough. With out even glancing back Cole and Dominic head up the stage and into the back…their message fully sent. The camera zooms in on Wellingtons fuming face as the scene fades.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 21:59:31 GMT -5
Match 3 Dan White vs Senator Steve Phillips (Credit: Dan White) Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, weighing at 248 lbs...from Cardiff Wales, “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!ANARCHY!!!!!! ”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. He may do that on one or two of the other turnbuckles, before jumping down and preparing for a fight.McNally: Dan looks ready for this. It may be a friendly exhibition, but he’ll want a third consecutive PPV win against Senator.Edison: He was taken all the way against TJ last week, but he might have something up his sleeve tonight.Philip: And his opponent, weighing at 195 lbs...from Chicago, Illinois, Senator Steve Phillips!”Eye of the Tiger” hits and there’s a massive pop. Because you know I hate writing entrances, I’m going to keep this as short as possible cos you don’t have a template, Senator. So he walks down, waves a bit, enters the ring, the music fades.McNally: And that’s a guy who would very much love a victory here, no matter how much they’re both friends.Edison: He’s come off a tricky month, but this could be the turning point here.Bell rings Both Senator and Dan exit their corner, with Dan clapping his hands to get the crowd going – and they duly deliver. Senator reaches his arm out and Dan takes it, quickly pulling Senator towards him and releases his arm, aiming a clothesline. But Phillips is quick to duck the assault, allowing Dan to turn around before lacing him with a rapid Knife Edge Chop that gets the crowd going. Dan is taken by surprise, with Senator following up with a couple of blows to the face. Dan retreats by taking a couple of steps back, using his arms as a shield to block his face, so Senator fires a couple of shots to the chest and stomach. One punch catches Dan right and he bends over, allowing Phillips to hit a quick Snapmere, followed by a kick to the chest that Dan would be proud of, if he wasn’t on the receiving end. He screams in pain as the kick echoes around the arena. McNally: Ouch, nasty kick there by Phillips.Edison: Looks like he could have been studying Dan’s kicking technique with that!Senator lifts Dan up, and brings him towards the ropes, knife edging him in the chest to an almighty pop. Crowd: WOOOOOOO!!!! *Chop* Crowd: WOOOOOOO!!!! *Chop* Crowd: WOOOOOOO!!!! He releases Dan, but even after just three of these chops, Dan’s chest is reddening as blood rushes to the skin surface. He staggers off the ropes and Senator attempts a dropkick to the knee. However Dan shows great reflexes, particularly in this situation, and leaps over Senator, landing with his feet either side of his old enemy. The Welsh Dragon takes a second to breathe, before grabbing Phillips, lifting him up to his feet. Dan then decides that it’s his turn to extract a little bit of revenge, swiftly grabbing Senator by the head, swinging round and landing backwards in a Russian Leg Sweep. Dan then pleases the crowd by kipping up, and in one swift move he drops a leg drop across the chest. He hooks the leg and makes the first cover of the match: ONE... TWO... Kickout by Phillips McNally: Close call there, but Phillips is able to make a comfortable kickout.Edison: Nice impact move there by Dan. He’s got a fair few of them in his arsenal!Dan doesn’t even bother pleading his cause to referee RAF, knowing his opponent all too well to know that he was really going to lie down for that. Instead, he lifts Phillips up and knees him in the gut to keep him doubled over. White then hooks his arm, and plants him with one of his trademark Neckbreakers. But he doesn’t stop there, instead swinging his hips (Eddie Guerrero style!) and hoists Phillips up, planting a second one. He repeats this a third time, going for the Triple Take, and lands one final Neckbreaker, which must take its toll on Senator’s neck, particularly at his age. Dan climbs to his feet, throws an arm in the air that the crowd reacts to with a cheer. He looks down at Senator, and lifts him up. Senator is clearly sore as he heeds his neck with his hand, but that leaves him vulnerable to attack, and Dan flings him at the ropes. Phillips bounces back up and Dan attempts a clothesline. However Senator is able to duck, and hits the ropes again. By the time the Welshman turns around, Senator has composed himself, and plants White with a thunderous Partisan Kick. Dan slumps to the ground and Senator goes for the cover: ONE... TWO... THR-Kickout by Dan! McNally: Oof, that was a close call! Senator planting Dan with one of his most well known moves.Edison: Impressive, but not enough to keep the Welshman down!Senator looks at RAF, but like Dan, knows better than to judge his opinion, and instead gives a great big sigh, before turning to his opponent. Dan is awake and alive, but he looks a little loopy from the kick to the forehead, and so staggers to his feet, and ultimately Senator aids him up. But Phillips quickly places Dan in a headlock, applying pressure so that there is an increasing lack of blood to the Welshman’s head. But he never became a World champion against this very man for no reason, and White rushes forwards, using his extra 48lbs to charge forwards, and manages to break the hold when Senator realises that if he didn’t let go, he’d fly into a turnbuckle. But he doesn’t have a chance to turn around, as Dan locks in a Rear Naked Choke. But he’s unable to plant the drop, as Phillips is quick to climb up the turnbuckle, impressively flipping in midair. As Dan is forced to release his hold, Senator grabs Dan around the head while in the air, and lands him in a rather impromptu Reverse DDT. It may be unorthodox, but it’s impressive regardless, and garners a cheer from the crowd as Senator rests on the ropes, with Dan on the ground, looking more shocked than hurt. McNally: Well they say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but that was certainly unorthodox.Edison: Impressive move by Senator!Once he’s caught his breath, Senator picks Dan up, and the duo engage in a head-to-head grapple. Dan may be the bigger of the duo, but the reverse DDT played hell on him, and Senator is able to quickly dart around, placing in a waistlock. White is able to break free and turns, to see a foot flying towards his face. He’s able to duck Senator’s Roundhouse Kick attempt, and by the time Senator is back to normal, he’s received a Roundhouse Kick of his own. It doesn’t connect too well and instead of falling to his back, he’s only knocked 180 degrees, but that’s more than enough to through him in an extremely precarious position. And Dan uses this to take an opportunity. He takes Phillips by his neck, and plants him with the Equaliser, a Reverse DDT dropped onto his outstretched knee. With Senator’s neck already in some pain, the Equaliser does nothing but more damage as Dan then points to the turnbuckle with a considerable pop from the crowd, knowing what they may be witnessing next. Despite no longer being the high-flying cruiserweight he once was, Dan still has a couple of tricks up his sleeve, notably The Welsh Dragon (Corkscrew Moonsault). He points to his opponent and flies off the turnbuckle... Edison: HE’S FLYING!! HE’S FLYING LIKE A REAL DRAGON!!!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:00:39 GMT -5
...and lands onto nothing but a wrestling mattress (and a wooden base, a few springs, basically all the stuff a wrestling ring is made out of. You know the drill)...
McNally: Yet Senator’s managed to escape! That’s unfortunate for Dan.
Senator manages to roll out of the way, and Dan hits the cold, hard mat. Sort of. Both men though are on their backs, and require some time to get back into action. RAF starts the count as usual, which prompts both men to react somewhat. They’d both love to spend ten seconds on the ground, but preferably without a count that would see this match end up as a draw.
RAF: One...! Two...! Three...!
Senator stirs first, having not launched off a turnbuckle onto nothing, and begins to crawl towards the ropes. Dan soon follows, trying to pull himself up, but is having a little bit of difficulty doing so.
RAF: Four...! Five...! Six...!
Dan is now on all fours, but Senator has managed to hoist himself up thanks to being closer to the ropes. This halts RAF’s count, and Dan knows that his adversary must have got to his feet first in order to break the count. Using this as a sign, he quickly drops back to the floor, and slides out of the ring. It might be a rather defensive-minded way of fighting, but hell, it works. Phillips sees Dan and gives him a quick, wry smile, showing that he knows exactly what he’s doing, before Phillips himself drops to the mat and makes his way around the ring towards Dan. White is at this point ready for the action, and as RAF restarts his count, the duo lock up. Dan manages to break it and he fires some of his forearms to Senator’s face. Senator retreats around the ring, but Dan follows, leaping up onto the steel steps and flying off, crashing into Phillips and dragging him down to a brief pop. At least this time he gets to hit his opponent. Full of energy and eager to finish off this match relatively shortly, White lifts Phillips up, and slides him underneath the bottom rope, into the ring. The Welsh Dragon follows, and lifts Senator up to his feet. He whips him at the ropes, and attempts a swift clothesline. But similarly to earlier on in the match, Senator is able to reverse it, this time locking White into a Kimura Lock, swiftly dragging him to the floor and delivering four brutal knees to Dan’s face.
McNally: The Kimura Knees, once of Senator’s most offensive moves. Edison: He’s doing well to wear White down!
Steve Phillips is eventually forced to release the hold, but the crowd are hotting up, eager to witness Senator’s hot streak. He picks Dan up, and delivers another knife edge chop that gets the crowd going once again. White clutches his chest, but Phillips quickly comes forwards to put him in more displeasure, crossing his arms behind his head and planting the Liberty Spike. He rolls Dan over and makes a cover:
ONE...
TWO...
And then a firm kickout by the Welshman.
Edison: Damn, I was sure that was it!
Senator appears disappointed, but knows that it’s not over yet. He lifts Dan up again, who is now starting to appear slightly groggy. And it doesn’t get any better for the self-proclaimed “Mr. Omega Effect”, as he’s whipped with all the force Steve can muster into a turnbuckle. Senator walks over, and begins to get to work on his old foe. He turns Dan around so he’s facing away from the ring, and begins to lift him up onto the top turnbuckle. The fans eagerly anticipate a massive move to occur, but Phillips has different plans. He pulls Dan down into a Tree of Woe position, and begins to climb the same turnbuckle. Those with the mind of an elephant will recall this rarely-used move, as Senator drops down and performs a brutal double knee drop to Dan’s face. Considering the last time anything like this happened to White was when Starkweather almost retired him four years ago, RAF takes a special interest in this and demands Senator to move his distance as he examines Dan. Dan looks alive, however. Not too well, but alive nonetheless. He unbuckles his legs from the top turnbuckles and falls into the ring, but is slowly coming to, which delights the crowd and frustrates Senator.
McNally: Dan showing that he’s not out of this yet. That’s the grit and determination that we know all too well from the Welshman!
Dan is up to his feet, and is up for getting a little bit of revenge back on his opponent. He approaches Senator and the duo grapple up again. Dan hits yet another Irish Whip but this time, decides not to attempt the clothesline. Instead, he takes Senator down in the way he knows best, with a running Neckbreaker. Dan gets to his feet, and takes a look at his surroundings. He smirks as he eyes the ropes, and drags Phillips over. He threads his feet within the top and middle rope, then lifts Senator so he’s parallel to the ring. Helpless, Phillips can only embrace himself as he’s planting with the Cardiff Neckbreaker, with the impact only damaging his neck area even more. White picks himself up and calls for the end, and lifts Senator up, eager to finish this match once and for all. Phillips may not be groggy, but his neck is clearly stiff, as he constantly tends to it with one hand. Dan does his standard taunt of beating his chest with two thumps which means he’s going for one of his finishes, but he doesn’t anticipate Phillips playing possum, and the former two-time ACW champion impressively darts around Dan, hooking his arms and bringing him to the ground with a Liberaliser. There’s a pop from the crowd after this frankly surprisingly reversal, and Senator picks himself up.
McNally: Quick footwork there by Senator! And he’s got Dan cornered! Edison: Come on Phillips, I’ve just stuck five dollars on you getting the win!
Time is indeed ticking and Senator requires a quick breather before he lifts Dan up once again. A few shots to the stomach is just what the doctor ordered, with Phillips jabbing and holding his arms up in a true boxer style, with each one wearing the Welshman down further and further. Phillips then bounces off the ropes, and leaps towards Dan with a Washington Lariat. Dan manages to grab the arm before impact, and almost hints at an Armbar before Senator throws Dan to the ground. They both leap to their feet, and grapple once again. The crowd are in unison, wanting to see a finish to this fine war of attrition, as Dan throws Senator at the ropes and THIS time grounds him with a clothesline, at the third attempt. White is starting to look shattered as this match looks to reach the final moments, and he looks particularly keen to end it as soon as he can. He lifts Phillips up, but the old man shows some grit and determination, to fire as many punches in as he can, forcing Dan away.
McNally: Senator’s fighting like a dog in a corner. Edison: He’s not ready to give up just yet!
Phillips then throws a firm kick to Dan’s side, which almost collapses that precious left foot that holds that powerful kick. Phillips attacks Dan’s other side, but White catches the foot, and grins broadly. Phillips’ eyes widen, but he knows what’s to happen as Dan takes him down with the Dragon Screw. Senator hits the deck and the Welshman moves in for the kill. He approaches Phillips with lust in his eyes and picks him up, grappling with him again. But all momentum is suddenly ruined as the bell surprisingly rings and the crowd all look on to the referee, who signals for the end of the match.
McNally: ...And the referee has interestingly signalled the end of the match! Edison: Wait...what?
Although the crowd might be confused, both Dan and Senator realise what’s happened, and sigh as they await Philip’s announcement.
Philip: Due to both fighters going the full 30 minutes...this match is a draw!
BOOOOOO!!! The crowd don’t like that one bit, and nor do the commentators.
McNally: After 30 minutes, and all we get is a draw? Edison: Aww man! That’s my five dollars!
Senator has his hands on his hips, while Dan shrugs his shoulders. They both recognise that they’ve taken the other to a stalemate, and one that both must have seen as a possibility, particularly with the history between the duo. Despite the disappointment on the faces of both, they shake hands, and the crowd cheer, despite their disappointment as well.
McNally: Well, it shows that even after a draw, these two have great respect for each other. Edison: Yeah, it shows that it doesn’t matter about the result, sometimes. These two put on a great show!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:01:10 GMT -5
Static pours through your television set. Your supershow and special challenge matchup between Dan White and The Senator has been interrupted by an unknown source. You better call your cable provider to complain. Can you muster the strength to move your behemoth self off of the couch? Wait a second, don't waste that inkling of energy, tubby. Something is happening. The static slowly fades away and our camera transmission is that of a black room. Seemingly focused on a brick wall, the camera doesn't seem to be transmitting in the highest of qualities. Perhaps, a digital camera? Regardless, we hear footsteps approaching the vicinity. They suddenly stop. Someone or something slowly begins to clap their hands together. The camera doesn't move, obviously as it is on a tripod. The figure has yet to come into the recording area. The clapping stops and a man's voice is heard. His voice is somewhat scruffy and low. He speaks in a soft voice, with a somewhat sarcastic tone in his voice."So, ACW, you've survived. I must say, I'm surprised. I thought somebody would've done my work for me in my absence."[/color] The man's voice sends shivers down your spine. The hairs on the back on your neck stand up. Yes, we know that ACW has gone through a rough patch lately, but what could he possibly mean? His work? Just who is this cat anyhow? If you've been a fan of Alpha Championship Wrestling for a few years, you can already recognize his voice. You'd know him as a man who left his mark on this company in a very distinct way. He was a man who was hell bent on salvation. A man who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. And then suddenly, he disappeared. Vanished. The die-hard ACW fans already know who it is, but the casual viewer has no idea. The man still hides his identity as he begins to speak once again as we hear his footsteps approaching the cameras once again."But I couldn't really expect anything less from a company filled with idiotic sheep, now could I? No one ever had the fortitude to do the things I did. And the song remains the same...Except now...Well, now..."[/color] The figure slowly steps into view of the camera. The man is wearing black jeans which are torn up quite a bit. The denim is completely ruined and torn in every which way. His belt is made of metal and we see that he has chains dangling down from his waist line. He is wearing a plain black shirt and a long, black trench coat. The trench coat also has quite a bit of chains of them, but upon further inspection, we see that the coat is stained quite a bit. Splotches of what look to be like blood stains fill his jacket and shirt. The blood has set into the fabric and made it's mark, but the question begs to be asked - whose blood is it? We see the man's face and his identity is confirmed.
Evans.
The most diabolical man to grace Alpha Championship Wrestling with his presence. A.C. Evans, a man who was once feared by all of the company, is on ACW programming once again. Hell hath frozen over. He hasn't changed one bit. His face remains the same. Looking into his eyes, you can feel the emptiness. Peering into his soul, you get a gorgeous view of absolutely nothing. A man without a soul. He smiles a disturbing grin as he brushes his hair back a bit. His black and red hair is cut in quite an odd hairstyle, but that is just how Evans rolls. His smile soon fades away as he looks into the camera and suddenly everything cuts back into static and the lights shut on back into the arena, with Dan White and The Senator still trying to keep themselves up on their feet after that grueling bout.McNally: Well it seems that we’re having some technical difficulties here, after that fantastic bout. I would assume the lights will be staying on tonight.Edison: I don’t know McNally, cause if we just saw what we thought we saw then I can tell you that whenever those lights comeLadies and gentlemen, this is war.
A war that you cannot win.
Surrender now, or forever regret your decision.
Blood will be shed.
Bones will be broken.
This is war at it's finest.And with that the depths of the arena shut to pitch black. White and Senator stand next to each other watching on in amazement, trying to figure out whats going on.
Suddenly… the same man who has just reintroduced himself to the public comes strolling out with a sadistic look drolled upon his face. Around his body there are chains, long enough to which he holds them in both hands swinging them around while the two veterans in the ring look on in confusion. Maybe their eyes are deceiving them after that strenuous thirty minute bout. Possibly this is the cause of the crowd inhaling too many toxic fumes before the show, and everyone is seeing shit. Then there is actuality, the fact that the menace known as AC Evans has once again returned to ACW, and while not at its finest hour, he has returned after one of its finest duels in quite some time. Evans climbs into the ring, staring both veterans down as the lights slowly begin to rise and the smoke clears. Placed across the ring from two hall of famers, Evans stands with a wicked smile draped over his face, hate clearly in his heart and evil intentions placed all throughout his membrane. With what seems to be no other choice, Dan White recklessly lunges at Evans, but his attempt at heroism is vanished as Evans whips around and slashes the back of White with his chained weapon of mass destruction. White falls to his knees and not one to watch events like this occur, The Senator limps himself over to Evans and all that is seen is a devilish smirk which entails the future. Evans sidesteps Phillips, wrapping his chain around the throat of the crafty politician and placing his head underneath his armpit. Evans tries for a DDT, but it is thought that Phillips powers out of it with elbows to the stomach of Evans…but that assumption would be wrong. Evans is reeled back by knees to the dome, but as he lies on the ropes. Phillips leaps forward with a flying foot, only to have Evans catch it, throw it down and wrap the chain back around Phillips’ neck for a crushing DDT. After knocking down both politicians, Evans has a glorious smile on his face, as he demands a microphone.
He begins to speak.A.C. EVANS: "Now that I'm back - I won't need somebody to do my biding for me. That's right, you sheep, I have returned to finish what I started. Two long years ago...TWO YEARS AGO...I came into this company and I had everyone in the palm of my hand. Within a week, I had the power to crush each and every single one of you with the most sinister of tactics. But I didn't. The time wasn't right. The stars weren't aligned properly..so I waited. And as it turns out, that would become my downfall. I waited for the right time to strike, but alas - time was not on my side. So, I'll answer the million dollar question before it even has to be asked. What happened to A.C. Evans? Moreover, what happened to The Faith? I'm sure these are the questions that keep you up late at night. That's good. Because ladies and gentlemen, I should keep you up at night. All that I want to do is help you. I want to save you from yourselves. You see, you people don't understand me and you never will until you embrace The Faith. And what exactly is The Faith? The Faith is a way of thinking. It's a world perspective. It's a way to...cleanse yourself. A way to separate yourself from the pack. It's a way to embrace self-identification, something that is a loss art in ACW. ALL THAT I WANTED WAS FOR YOU PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND...but you didn't. You people shunned me. YOU CAST ME ASIDE AND TREATED ME LIKE SOME TYPE OF LUNATIC. WELL GUESS WHAT?! I AM JUST WHAT YOU PEOPLE THOUGHT I WAS NOW. YOU THOUGHT I WAS A LITTLE CRAZY FOR WHAT I DID LAST YEAR...you thought that I was a bit insane for taking that beautiful girlfriend of Thunderkiss' and slitting her throat and having my way with her?....Well, I hate you break it to you, but that was just a taste of what is to come. You see...for my actions..you people exiled me. I WAS SENT INTO HIDING BECAUSE OF THE FACT THAT YOU'RE ALL CLOSE MINDED SHEEP! Exile..."[/color] Evans lowers his head and smiles. A sick, eerie and sadistic grin comes over his face as he rubs his hands together. It's clear that this man is a man that needs help.A.C. EVANS: "Just like Moses and his followers were cast away to the desert for forty years - myself, Jeremiah Lynch and my followers were sent into the dark. You people thought you would never see this face again, but you were wrong. You see, you sent us to the dark...but little did you know - that's what we want. You put us away and gave us time to think to the reflect. Furthermore...you gave us time to plan. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, The Faith is here. You see, it never left. The Faith was kept strong this entire time, you sheep just didn't know about it. And now that we have returned, we are here to do one thing. Inflict pain. Spill blood. Break bones. AND TO END THIS COMPANY OF MINDLESS LOSERS ONCE AND FOR ALL! YOU SEE...you see...many have failed in this challenge. Omega Championship Wrestling was supposed to end ACW. I was apart of it briefly, before I realized that the men that surrounded me were not strong enough. OCW reeked havoc on this company and when we go through the history books, they stand as the most feared group of men to ever step foot into this company. Ladies and gentlemen, OCW will be nothing compared to The Faith. You see, the fatal flaw with OCW was the fact that each man involved were far to selfish to realize the underlying goal - and that was killing off ACW. The Faith understands this. Each and every member. They've all joined up and made their voices heard. The Faith grows daily. There's no stopping us. We are the poison. We are the strong. WE ARE THE FAITH...and you people are the sacrificial lambs. Today is the day to stand up and let your voice be heard. Stand up and be counted. Or lay down and allow your blood to be spilled. There is no choice. Blood must be shed. It is the only way to rectify the actions of the sinners and the wrong-doers. And heed this warning, ACW - your blood..YOUR BLOOD WILL BE SHED...one way...or another...."[/color] Evans rubs his hands together once again.A.C. EVANS: "The power of the righteous will conquer that of the evil. Mark my words, ACW, we will conquer. WE..WILL..PREVAIL."[/color] Evans reaches his hands up to the sky and looks as if there is a higher power guiding him through these evils. He turns his attention to Dan White, who is seen trying to stand back up, pulling himself up over the ropes. Evans walks over sadistically to him and places the grips of the chain around Dan’s throat and he yells out unmarked words of death, beginning to pull as his message is being broadcoasted in living color to the world…
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:06:10 GMT -5
…And yet even with a message sent vividly and sinister to the ACW faithful, still it isn‘t the end of tonights broadcoasted returns…[/I] For the first time in an over an year, the arena stops. Evans stops, and the hearts of Dan White and The Senator stop. Taken over by disbelief and what may be thought as mind games, the arena sits confused for six seconds in a pure shock state. There is time for everyone to collect their thoughts, and once they gather them the moment of silence is broken…MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
CAKE!
I need da’ cake nigga… Hello Goodbye comes to an halt. Everything erupts and the greed induced anthem pumps throughout the world as the entire attendance explodes in one of the loudest, if not the loudest welcoming embrace ACW has seen in quite some time. And just like everyone watching, Evans attention is turned to the entrance ramp way, dropping everything and wondering is this moment is reality. Their wonders and mysteries are solved, as the man that we all know and love to hate comes dashing down the stage. He moves too fast for us to take notice of his apperance, but the one thing we do notice is that in his eyes are a passion and anger we’ve been humbled to see since sometime last year. Without second thought or second chances, he comes in and he and Evans start to trade swift blows, both with a fury that could break down the entire building. Evans fights a valiant effort, though he is taken aback by the powerful haymakers this man rains down upon him. Staggered and stumbled, Evans watches as the former world champion comes rampaging in with a whirlwind kick which hits Evans dead on in his stomach. Evans clutches in brief pain, as the hero it would seem jumps underneath Evans and hits him with a code breaker variation, sending Evans crashing to the mat. Evans rolls over to his stomach, holding his jaw as we are caught on to the sight of something we’ve missed for a year now. The sound of footsteps walking over to the corner, and the stalking glare of waiting for his opponent to raise to their impending doom. As the crowd explodes screaming the name of our savior, it’s a well known fact that there could only be one man who possesses all this power.
Jake Steele.
Steele begins sprinting across and over the ring, watching Evans get to his feet and fall back into the beginning of the end. Evans turns hisself around, but due to the pure instinct of being in the ring with this vicious man, he drops to the mat and speedily rolls out, avoiding what would have been an amazing RIGHT IN YO FACE! With the crowd chanting his name, the man with a million nicknames, the inevitable swagger, and the mindset of a champion only smiles. Looking around at something he hasn’t been apart of for the longest time he’s ever been away, all he can is sit and embrace his newfound glory. Hated around this time last year, he’s been welcomed back into ACW with open arms and the feeling of the arena still chanting his name rains over him like a fresh rainfall. It’s obvious his cockyness hasn’t left him yet though, as he spreads his wings like jesus and tilts his head back, which is the infamous Jake Steele pose. Grasping this moment with his tightest grip, Steele starts walking backwards toward the ropes and he lowers his head, opening his palm and requesting a microphone. He hasn’t said a word and now you better believe this man is going to speak.Steele: Did you miss me?The crowd eats it up, clearly the answer being yes as everyone sits in excitement. Steele continues to speak.Steele: Of course you did…I mean, I only been gone for what, a year and some change? I already know ya’ll were waitin on me to come back, patiently waitin for me to make my triumphant return. Sittin in ya’ chairs, watchin on ya’ television monitors and ya’ computer screens, downloadin’ old pay per views, and Jake Steele matches. Rememberin’ the time better than Michael Jackson ever could, and wishin that when you looked at the man in the mirror, somehow you would see me in that reflection. Little children prayed for a miracle, grown men protested for this moment, and as for the ladies…shit, moist ain’t even the right word to describe how much they missed me! I’m not even braggin’ upon myself, cause see I only speak da’ truth. I only am da’ truth, and truth is tonight you are witnessin’ the return of Jake…Steele!
You see, tonight is the night I chose to return… because tonight I heard we were getting a lil’ treat. Da’ tabloids, and da’ presses whispered and murmured bout dis’ very moment and all I could do was just sit and wonder was it true. Dat’ wonderin’ turned to believing and soon I knew dat’ puttin all past things aside, I had to come back and greet the man who avoided me for so many months, so many matches and so many times dat’ I honestly thought you were afraid of lil’ old me. Who am I talkin’ bout, no it ain’t bout no world champions and hall of famers…I’m talkin’ bout AC Evans!Still watching on holding his jaw, Evans looks on with an sadistic, almost as if he’s happy that this is occurring right now.Steele: Yeah, I’m talkin’ bout little Evans. I remember when you was a little boy, first comin’ into ACW. With ya’ little beach blonde dyed hair, and ya little red streaks. Ya’ emo lifestyle and ya’ tormented ways. I remember you comin’ in telling everybody you was tryin’ to make a statement, but here’s where the problem lied with that. You, just like everybody else who came in with dreams to make it, decided that you would make me a target. You thought it would be smart to take ya lil’ depressed ass and try to dethrone the then prince of ACW…me! You wasn’t aware that sooner than later I would be nothing less than king, and for that I tried to forgive you. But the mistakes kept comin, and the line in da’ sand was already drawn. You had a problem with me, because you admired me and for dat’ I tried to show you just who was top dog round dis’ bitch! But da’ crazy part is, every time I thought I had you under my grasp you would disappear never to be seen or heard from again…
…Well guess what, I’ve seen and heard enough! You standin’ right across this ring from me, we at Hello Goodbye and I’m thinking now is da’ time we handle dis’ like real men should. No more games, no more runnin’ around and tryin’ to find each other. Cause I already found yo’ ass, you already done put your hands on my family and now it’s time for you to prove what you sayin’ is true. Come make me believe in da’ faith! Or are you too pussy, boy?
I bet you are, and that’s da’ difference between me and you. I’ve had time to sit and watch everything unfold. I’ve had time to collect myself, find out who I really was and learn from my past mistakes. I’ve had the time to realize the man I was, was not da’ man I truly am but instead a mirage, a façade, somebody pushed to the point of no return and somebody who just bout too much power. Now, don’t get me wrong…I’m still stylin’, profiling’ and custom made! I’m still fresher than ya’ freshest pair of nikes, and I’m still da’ baddest muthafucka on dis’ planet…but I know power was what lead all dat’ out of control. I’m a man who knows who he has to fight for, knows what it means to have everything and leave it all. I’m a man with honor, in dis’ ring and dat’s something you just can’t seem to catch da’ concept of son! Which is why I’m here…I’m here to teach you bout a lot of concepts, and da’ first one is you takin’ dis ass whopping, now get yo’ ass up in dis’ ring and lets’ end this right here, right now!Evans looks up at Steele with a sadistic smirk on his face, and he starts slowly waltzing toward the ring apron. He tilts his head and climbs up the ring apron, he stands bended knee and he motions for Steele to come to him, but Steele just smirks and instead motions for him to make the first move, verbally callin him a pussy. Evans just stares at him, shakes his head and moves toward the ring. He begins to move in, but at the last moment he moves backwards and hops off the apron. To the sound of boos everywhere, Evans walks off and Steele just shakes his head. Steele stares him down, wanting this so badly he can taste it. He thinks twice bout going after him, the fans begin cheering him on but as he starts moving forward, instead Dan White begins walkin up on him and he turns him around. Edison: Okay, it looks like we're about to see the clash of the brothers one more time!McNally: These two have always been the types to either unite or butt heads, and the crazy thing is that they're bonded by blood.Dan White and Jake Steele share a staredown, gazing into each others eyes for the first time over an year. It's explosive, the fans sit and silence, not sure of what is about to occur next. But soon their mixed emotions are crashed, as Dan White grabs the hand of Steele and raises it, before going into an hug to a massive eruption of cheers. The two foes, now brothers share a moment of unity and White pats his brother on the back, beginning to leave as Steele watches and starts bowing to the ACW faithful as we fade to black.--------------------------------- Segment: Help from afar Credit: ?, TJ With Hello Goodbye II having just gone live on air, we go to the backstage area, more specifically the locker room section. The camera opens with a picture of the ACW Entertainment Champion and Crucible holder, TJ. He can be seen sitting on a bench looking focused and calm at the task that he will face later on tonight. He is currently wearing a casual set of clothes as he stares at the space in front of him deep in thought and concentration.*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*Unfortunately for TJ he is disturbed as there is a gentle knock on the door 3 times, he quickly snaps out of the gaze and turns to the face the door to the locker room.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Who is it? A mumbled female voice replies, though TJ is unable to understand the response. He grumbles, annoyed at this distraction on a night on which he could do without it.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What? Open the door if you’re going to mumble. The door slowly opens bit by bit, and the person steps in. As TJ looks up to see the face he is shocked and immediately jumps up into a defensive stance. The women immediately raises her arms in surrender.Women: I'm sorry, please don't be alarmed. I came alone. I trust you found my letter without any trouble? Still standing in a defensive position TJ watches the woman that stands before him wearily, not sure how to react in this situation. He takes the note out of his pocket that dictated he would be contact on this very evening, however with all the fuss with his opponent later on tonight he had forgotten about it. Until now, of course.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The hell are you thinking? What makes you believe that I would want to see you, let alone talk to you tonight? TJ is clearly not too fond of this woman, her voice is very familiar to us but not yet has her identity been revealed. She goes to respond...Women: I know I'm one of the last people you'd want to see tonight, b-b-but... The Women stutters, the certainty in her voice draining away. A voice so usually full of power and authority appears weak and lifeless. She attempts to finish. Women: ...I-I felt it was my duty to warn you... She pauses.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ T-t-t-t-today junior! Women: ...about him. TJ looks puzzled as the women seems scared.TJ: About damn time. Whose him? I can handle myself no matter who it is. I am- TJ is interrupted as the women steps towards him, becoming increasingly distraught.Women: I don't think you understand! I don't think you really realize what you're playing with..what he is really capable of! As she sheds a tear that slowly drops down her cheek TJ looks genuinely concerned for the first time since the unknown women entered the room.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know this whole cryptic thing is pissing me off. Who the hell are you talking about?! Women: You know who I am talking about...the man you are facing tonight, Jon Taylor. The name "Jon Taylor" for some reason makes TJ smile.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Haha, you thought I didn’t know who you were talking about. You’re nothing more than a pair of tits and an ass aren’t you Daphne? Look, leave this fighting to the big boys. Don’t worry though, I’ll beat him into piece that our lovely ACW trainers and doctors could put him back together TJ smirks slightly but the woman who is now revealed as Taylor's girlfriend Daphne now looks petrified and in disbelief.Daphne Stewart: I don't think you understand what I'm trying to tell you. I'm not worried about Jon, I'm worried about you! I have seen what he is capable of and what he has done, and I truly do not think you know what you are getting yourself into.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ “Don’t know what I’m getting myself into”? Really? I don’t think your dumbass boyfriend is the one who needs to rethink what he is getting himself into. I am the one who has the Entertainment title since May, I’m the one who beat 5 other men for the Crucible, I’m the one who later beat Laron Xavier in the same night to retain the title, and in case you two have short term memory loss, I’m the one who you two attacked with a steel chair after a grueling match with Dan White and STILL almost Soulbuster’d Taylor’s punk ass, if it wasn’t for you. TJ glares at Daphne as she slowly shakes her head side to side.Daphne Stewart: I-I wish I could tell you why, b-but if I did...I'm sorry but I just can't tell you why. Please, PLEASE just listen! I'm begging you TJ, I know what kind of monster he really is, he has no limits or boundaries! If you go out there with that prize on the line believe me when I say he will stop at NOTHING to win.TJ takes a step forward towards Daphne as she is literally shaking on the spot.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Monster? You don’t know what monsters are little girl. I am a monster. I’ve dealt with monsters and Jon Taylor is no monster. Now, I’m tired of this little mind game you are playing with me here, get the fuck out of my room. Daphne Stewart: TJ--The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Da fuck did I say?! Daphne admits defeat knowing that no matter what she says TJ will not heed her warning. However as she exits the room leaving TJ to go back to preparing himself for the test that lies ahead, one has to wander what has gotten into Daphne and why she has suddenly decided to try and come and "help" TJ?!
Fade.OOC: ? = Jon Taylor, of course.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:07:13 GMT -5
Segment: Snoo Snoo (Credit: Yoko / Sarin / Snake)
Sometimes you just cannot move on from a doomed relationship. The feelings linger, and though you may find someone else, it never really goes away. Your current relationship will stagnate, and everyone will be miserable.
Unless drastic action is taken to make things right.
And so we find Rattlesnake and Sarin in just such a situation...
Sarin: Happy three year anniversary. Cheers.
Snake: Cheers.
They clink champagne glasses in a candlelit hotel room.
Sarin: Such a cliche shouldn't be so enjoyable.
She sips.
Snake: I was worried you wouldn't make it.
Sarin: On our anniversary? That’s nonsense. Why would you think that?
Snake: Well, uh…Yoko.
Sarin: Yoko?
Snake: I just thought she’d try to occupy what little free time you have, like usual.
Sarin: …Like usual?
Snake: She keeps you to herself when she can, you know?
Sarin: No. A lot of that is business, and even if she’d made plans, this is more important.
Snake: Sorry, I-
Sarin: I can’t believe you said that! I thought we got past this.
Snake: I just never see you anymore… It makes me uncertain.
Sarin: You mean about us?
Snake: We barely speak, hardly meet, and we’ve never gone further than kissing. It’s been three years now, and with Yoko…
Sarin: She has nothing to do with us.
Snake: I’m sorry. It’s how I feel.
Sarin: I felt the same way, you know. I had a surprise for you…
Snake: A surprise?
Sarin: I want to take a small step forward in our relationship, because you’ve been so patient with me…
Sarin instantly pushes him over, spilling the champagne, and maneuvers herself on top of him.
Sarin: So unzip your pants…And I’ll give you a treat.
Snake: Uhh..
His confusion at this sudden turn causes Sarin to smirk. She decides to do it herself and unzips him, and then reaches inside…
Sarin: Ohhh, so hard…
She moves down.
Sarin: I’ve never done this before, so tell me if I suck. …Err, you know what I meant. Enjoy it if you can…
Snake: Oh, you shouldn’t worry there…
Sarin hesitates. This is definitely not Yoko’s vagina in her face now. She isn’t sure how to start, as it’s her first penis. Ever. She then begins, with a simple lick. Then another. She follows a pattern, and after about a minute, takes a deep breath and inserts it into her mouth. Then back out. She repeats that a few times to get the hang of it before developing a sort of rhythm.
Rattlesnake meanwhile doesn’t care if she’s an amateur, because she’s doing just fine.
Sarin speeds up gradually over the next several minutes and sort of gets into it. Then she tastes something bitter and warm. She quickly pulls him out as the fluid gags her, though he continues releasing toward her.
Sarin(While coughing): There…we…go…
Snake: Are you ok?
Sarin: I will be when I wash my face. Let me know next time.
Snake: Sorry.
Sarin: How was it?
Snake: Like a dream… I love you.
Sarin: I love you too, but you ruined my dress.
Snake: Sorry again. Do you want me to return the favor?
Sarin: Rain check. I have to doctor my dress immediately!
She rushes into the bathroom to clean up, while Snake salvages the champagne.
End Segment.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:07:52 GMT -5
Not What I'm Paid For Credit: Ivan Boreanaz & Theodore Wellington
Ivan Boreanaz's locker room is swarming with business. The big man himself is seated angrily shoving doctors away from him. None of them are taking notice of him and are trying to apply an ice pack to his head. They all turn to the door when Jeremy Alexander enters.
"What the hell are you all doing in here?"
"Giving Ivan medical attention. He got--"
"I'm perfectly aware of what happened to him!" Jeremy snaps. "I was out there too you wanker."
"Then you know we need to--"
"You need to leave."
No movement.
"Now," Jeremy insists.
"But--"
"No buts!" he roars, snapping at the defiant doctor. "Do you really think that Ivan needs any medical attention after that? What happened out there was pathetic. That wasn't a beating. But if that's the game they want to play it's the game we fucking will play. Do you want to know the type of thing that would require medical attention, huh?"
"...a broken arm?" the doctor offers weakly.
"A broken arm? Yes. Maybe. But not for the 'Belgrade Bruiser'. Shall I tell you what happened for one of my visits to see this man fight?
"He was destroying this punk in a bar so badly that he was barely recognizable. And the coward crawled away from Ivan to try and get away but Ivan grabbed him and tossed him across the bar and away from the exit. Ivan stepped towards him and the man pulls out a fucking crowbar someone in the pub has passed him. He wields it but Ivan keeps coming. The guy goes for Ivan's face and he blocks it with his forearm. He breaks his forearm instantly. No emotion. No reaction at all. Ivan just snarled and with his unhurt arm beat the man to a bloody pulp. I never did see that fucker again."
Jeremy's still furious but he remembers the time well.
"Do you want me to do again now?" Ivan says menacingly to the doctor.
"Err, no. No."
With a whimper they're gone. Jeremy sees that they're gone before taking off his tie and tossing it across the room.
"Fucking Ryan Cole! We will annihilate you!"
Jeremy swats a bottle of water off the bench when Theodore Wellington enters. Jeremy spins round on him, still furious.
"What the hell was that out there?"
"What was what?" Wellington asks calmly.
"We get jumped and you just stand there in the ring? Watching on without a fucking care in the world?"
"Oh, that," Theodore says with a slight smile. He didn't see the problem with what he'd done. "Isn't that what I'm paying you for? Quite handsomely."
"No," Jeremy snaps. "You're paying us to be your backup in this war. We're here to make sure you win it."
"And me not getting beat up will mean that I win."
"No, you don't understand. We're not front line soldiers in this war. If you want us to be, we're happy to. Ivan loves nothing better than a good war. But it'll cost more."
"Money's not an issue," Wellington says calmly. It really isn't for getting his own back on that stable.
"Well then. I'll be sending you an updated invoice," Jeremy says as he calms himself down. "And then we can get down to the job in hand."
"Which is?" Wellington wants to check.
"Destroying those fuckers before they waste any more of my time."
Theodore smiles as the segment fades out.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:08:10 GMT -5
THE POISON Credit: Danny Mainer Standing backstage in front of an ACW backdrop is resident poindexter and interview-journalist man Kevin Anderson with a big scoop (for a change). Standing next to him is the world heavyweight champion Danny Mainer who looks neither happy nor angry but focused. His pose is perfectly still, his teeth are clenched and his fists ready. Tonight Danny Mainer defends his title against Ryan Cole and having previously suffered a lost to this rookie he isn't going to take tonight lightly. His thoughts are trained upon extracting revenge against his enemies in the Senatorial Stable. Danny Mainer hasn't been on ACW programming for two weeks but now he looks happier than ever. What's in store? Let's find out.[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "Ladies and gentlemen, you join me at this present time with the world heavyweight champion Danny Mainer. Tonight he goes one on one with his enemies protege Jason Freeman in a world title defence. Say, Danny, how you feeling about tonight? Do you think you can take him?" [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Kev, you just made the very classic mistake that just about everyone in the world is expecting me to. You didn't even have the courtesy to refer to my challenger tonight by his proper name. Ryan Cole is an extremely dangerous adversary and it will take my utmost to defeat him."Kevin shrugs.[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "But the kid got lucky last time. You were kicking his ass, you were creaming him until Papa Freeman turned up." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Does it matter? A victory is a victory. He beat me Kevin, plain and simple. If I'm to underestimate what Freeman's thugs can do again I might not be lucky enough to take this piece of gold home."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "What's the strategy against Cole then?" [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Same thing I always do I guess. Technical wrestle, kickboxing, high-flying. Gotta' keep Cole on his toes. He's a straight brawler with an amateur background. He's capable of three things. Striking, mat-wrestling and cheating. Whereas I can mat-wrestle with the likes of Senator Phillips, cheat with the likes of... Senator Phillips and strike with the likes of... well... Senator Phillips. Add in to that I have the experience of yup, you guessed it, Senator Phillips and I can high-fly like Reckless."Kevin scoffs at Mainer implying that he could even hope to outwrestle the legendary Senator Steve Phillips.[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "Pfft. You think you could out-wrestle Phillips?" [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Maybe not but I could do a better job than Cole."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "So wait, you chastise me for forgetting the kids' name and yet now you're saying there's no way you can lose?" [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Don't put words in my mouth. I'm taking Cole very seriously. The worlds' best fighter doesn't fear the second best fighter but in fact the worlds' worst fighter. By no means am I saying Cole is a bad fighter but he lacks the experience, he hasn't fallen into a proper form like myself or... well... Senator Phillips have. He's wild, young and unruly and has a tonne of potential and I'm not able to predict that. Statistically I hold every advantage except for unpredictability. If I assume victory I'm weaker than I've ever been."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "You sound like Bruce Lee." Mainer blushes, his rigid posture breaking as he smirks little like a schoolboy who's been caught flirting by his mama.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "I was about to say, I'm pretty sure I got that from an old kung fu movie."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "You're so wise Mainer, you're like a muscley Buddha covered in chest hair." Mainer smirks at Kevin's quip, chuckling a little..[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Thanks I guess. A lot of people don't see that beyond my goofy, loud-mouthed, fun-loving exterior is a deep spiritual thinker. A lot of my close friends actually look to me as like a guru type figure. It's kinda' weird."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "Well I have to admit, you are rocking the guru look. I wish I could grow a beard that awesome." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Well I'd make a quip about one day hitting puberty but all I can say to you Kevin is that girls don't grow beards. At least, I'd assume you're a girl from your PMS-fuelled rant about the Christian protest of ComicCon the other week."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "Ugh, don't even get me started. Free speech is a waste of time." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "I should slap you right in your face for that, Commie."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "Oh DON'T tell me you're one of those right-wing god-fearing lunatics. Democracy is a failed experiment." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Democracy is the way forward. Let the people decide what's best for them. I believe that everyone should not only have the right to vote but also be forced to use it. I know that impedes Freedom but it encourages democracy."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "Socialism is the way forward." [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "Hitler was a socialist."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "Son of a bi-" [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: "I swear sometimes these interviews make me wish I'd just give in and fuck Charlotte. I actually miss having a competent interviewer."[Kevin Anderson l The Internet]: "Well I've had all the emotional abuse I can take. Later." Kevin storms off in a huff, unhappy with Mainer doling out the harshness with his words of regretful wisdom. Words that'll probably be used against him later but nevertheless the screen soon faded to black as Mainer shrugged nonchalantly at his interviews sudden departure.[FADE]
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:13:23 GMT -5
MATCH 4 World Heavyweight Championship Danny Mainer vs Ryan Cole (Credit: Mainer)
The match started with a brief technical encounter, Cole and Mainer trying to feel each other out and make sure neither of them made an early mistake. Mainer slapped on a headlock and Cole attempted to counter this into a Back Suplex but Mainer landed on his feet and hit a sly roll-up trying to steal a victory early in the match. Cole kicks out at 2 and Mainer gives him a wry look. Mainer attempts a clothesline but Cole ducks. Mainer spins around and gets nailed instead by a big time Belly to Belly Suplex sending him soaring over head and crashing to the mat. Cole quickly goes for the cover but only gets a 1-count from Mainer who's refusing to stay down. Cole then hits the Kitchen Sink knee to the stomach and starts to lay in some repeated stamps to the head and neck area of Mainer. Mainer tries his best to cover up and waits for the best opportunity whereby he counters a kick into an inside cradle pin but this only nets him a 2-count. "SON OF A BITCH!" Mainer screams as he then applies a Fruit Machine armbar.
Cole fights back and quickly escapes the armbar. Being first up to his feet, Mainer soon follows but gets a kicking in the stomach from Cole followed by a snap DDT straight to the mat. Mainer clutches his face in agony as Cole heads for the turnbuckle. Standing in the corner, he sprints forward out towards Mainer and nails a big time knee drop to the side of Mainer causing him to curl up defensively. Mainer slowly gets up but as he makes it to his feet, Cole hangs him up with a big time Gutwrench Suplex followed by another pin attempt as it seems that Cole is coming off even stronger this time and it's only a matter of time until he wins the gold. Mainer barely manages a kick out but when he does, he's first to the feet and after countering a Tiger Suplex attempt into a High Angle Snapmare Takeover he waits for Cole to get to his feet before nailing a random Brainbuster out of nowhere. Coles' head bounces off the ground and this time it's Mainers' turn to walk backwards into the corner. Cole staggers to his feet slowly.
FLATLINER! connects and Cole hits the deck as the flying Muay Thai knee connects straight between the eyes. Cole hits the ground like a sack of potatoes, completely delirious as Mainer roars out to the crowd to signal the end. Mainer attempts to hit The Straight Flush but instead of being pulled down Cole frees himself from Mainers' grasp and counters it into a flip bridge pin. Cole gets 2.9 of a pin, mere seconds away from having the quickest rise to world championship status in the history of ACW. Mainer gets to his feet and turns to catch Cole who counters with a Release Tiger Suplex to the dismay of the audience. He sets up for his own Manebreaker but this isn't happening as Mainer prevents the lift by wrapping his legs around Cole's waist and applying a choke, slipping his head out from underneath Cole's arm. The front facelock choke-hold held in tight, Cole supports Mainers' weight and charges blindly towars a turnbuckle driving Mainer straight spine-first into the corner pads in an attempt to get him off.
This is enough to cause Mainer to lose the grip. Cole grabs onto the top rope for support and starts to walk away but Mainer is on him driving a clubbing elbow to the neck. Mainer whips Cole across the ring but then...
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:14:50 GMT -5
EARTHQUAKE Credit: Danny Mainer/Ryan Cole/??/?? Coming into the final throes of the battle, Ryan Cole takes total control of the wayward Mainer by countering a running attempt with a big lifting knee straight to the chin. Mainer's head rockets back up and Cole drives a toe kick straight into his stomach to hunch him over before running to the side, bouncing off the ropes and nailing a boot right to the head. Mainer hits the ground hard. Cole wastes little time as soon he's hauling the worlds' champion off the floor and nailing a big time Tiger Suplex snapping his neck hard against the floor. This brutish assault continues with Cole stamping the world champion multiple times on the ground on the back and neck area as Mainer lies on his face taking a brutish pounding. It appears that this match is coming to a close and Ryan Cole looks to be one of the youngest world champions in history. With a start he attempts to grab Mainers' head and drag him off the floor but Mainer isn't having any of this. Mainer surges his arm upwards breaking the clutch of Cole and disrupting his momentum. Without even so much as a step back he carries on leaping forward with The Flatliner catching the young rookie right between the eyes. Cole hits the deck now as the crowd gets behind their champion. Slapping his hairy chest, Mainer lets the world know that the title is his to take back. He raises his arm in the air and the crowd whoop and cheer. Mainer grabs Cole and lifts him up in a front face lock before walking backwards into the corner. Mainer raises an arm to signal for Angel Sunrise (Tornado DDT) but as he does this Cole frees himself from the champion's grip. With a RAPID quick double eye poke, the crowd boos as Cole takes one step back and hooks up The Manebreaker! Flawlessly executed now. Mainer is left flat-out unconscious on the floor as the crowd gasp in shock and awe in what'll be known as the proudest moment of Ryan Cole's entire career. Edison: "MANEBREAKER! MANEBREAKER! MANEBREAKER! IS THIS IT?! NEW WORLD CHAMPION?" ONE!
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THREE!DING DING DING DING DING DING DING! McNally: "LORD above!" Jones: "Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and the-... NEEEEEEW ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Ryan Cole!"Edison: "By GOD what an upset. Ladies and gentlemen, Ryan Cole is your new ACW world heavyweight champion. He may have cheated but damnit it paid off." Ryan Cole stares thunderstruck at the fallen Mainer, even the egomaniac can't believe he's actually done it. RAF hands the belt to the new world heavyweight champion who holds it triumphantly in the air as "Rebirthing" blasts through the sound system. The crowd boo loudly and no doubt backstage, Jason Freeman is in a state of shock that his protege has beaten the man that Freeman has yet to. This CERTAINLY changes the dimension of ACW royally. Mainer grabs onto RAF's shirt and screams in pure desperation, begging RAF to restart the match as tears stream down his eyes. Cole is already posing on the turnbuckle with his newfound gold. However, things get even more bizarre when the classical opera intro of "Drifting Away" by Faithless blasts through the sound system. The crowd boo louder as Samuel Hawthorne walks out of the curtain looking positively outraged at the events unfolding on his show. Samuel Hawthorne: "HOLD ON just a damn minute. This isn't over. This SHOW isn't over. RAF, you're supposed to be the best referee we have and yet you let the most rookie of mistakes pass you by? Are you aware that your negligence just cost a man his world championship?" RAF shakes his head at Hawthorne, unsure of what he's talking about. He is well aware that Cole poked Mainer's eye but then RAF has always allowed a bit of rough and tumble in his matches. Samuel Hawthorne: "Don't shake your head at me, Fleming. Roll the footage!" The titantron comes to life and we're shown the events of literally just a few moments ago when Cole hits the eye-poke then goes straight into the Manebreaker. Everything looks kosher as RAF slides in to make the pin and the crowd look in confusion as nobody really knows what he's talking about. He plays the clip a second time, this time from a different angle showing Mainer clearly having his boot on the bottom rope. RAF slaps himself in the face for having been so negligent and Cole goes absolutely ballistic, pointing to first his title and then himself screaming "THIS IS MINE. I WON THIS HAWTHORNE!" angrily. Mainer stands behind him smiling liike a maniac. He dusts himself off and squats down, hands on his thighs as he stares at Cole. Cole jumps off the turnbuckle and Mainer walks straight over. He snatches the belt from him and proudly states a message to Cole. Samuel Hawthorne: "RESTART this match. Right now!" Danny Mainer: "See this Ryan? This? THIS IS MINE. I HAVE BLED for this chunk of gold. If you think you're gonna' win over a technicality, you've got another thing coming!"Cole explodes in rage and swings a big right hand for the champion but Mainer drops the title to one side and dodges the strike darting behind him. Cole spins around and recieves a boot to the stomach for good measure. Cole attempts to fight back but ultimately winds up on Mainers' shoulders. Dragging him to the centre of the ring, Mainer shows Cole how it should be done as he lays his challenger out with The Royal Flush. ONE!
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THREE!Jones: "Here is your winner and STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLL world heavyweight champion... DANNY MAINEEEEEEER!" The crowd go nuts again as "Thunder" by The Prodigy blasts through the speakers. Mainer proudly stands up holding his world title to show as the crowd cheer and scream for their hero. Mainer has the biggest grin in the world now but his success doesn't last long and neither does the cheering. Cheers turn into boos and Mainer knowing this can only mean trouble instinctively turns around to be belted in the stomach by none other than Jon Taylor with a big kick followed by The Taylor Made while Mainer still clutches onto the title. Mainer hits the ground hard and in a scene reminiscent of the last time Taylor and Mainer fought, Taylor holds the world heavyweight title high in the air for all to see causing the crowd to boo loudly. Mainer is unconscious now as Cole makes his way to his feet. Both men start to double-team Mainer with stamps and kicks to the head and back of the worlds' champion as from another corner Jason Freeman slithers into the ring like the anaconda he is. Not even trying to contain their disgust, Cole and Taylor hold Mainer off the ground now as Freeman stands in the corner with a sickly look on his face. Freeman sprints forward and NAILS The Shining Axe Kick as Cole and Taylor step to the side allowing Freeman to get all of it. Mainer face-plants the ground and Freeman takes a hold of the title from the floor as it seems Freeman isn't quite done yet. Guiding traffic, he orders Cole to stand in the corner and watch as Taylor slaps on The Triangle of Perfection, the deadly submission hold that cost Mainer his first ever International title. Freeman smirks tauntingly as Mainer flails in the chokehold that he simply is too tired to break. Freeman:[/color] See this Danny? DO YOU SEE THIS?! This is MINE. At Omega Effect V while you were busy climbing ladders and having babies with the woman you betrayed, I was getting ignored despite having bigger career matches than YOU'LL ever hope to have. You beat five other men in a ladder match? So what?! I faced Alicia Laureano at Omega Effect in the best match of the night, and I followed it up this year by beating BK London in the final match of his career.. You sure as Hell can't do that, can you you insignificant little worm?! I will not rest - I will not quit - until this title is around my waist Mainer. JUST. YOU. WATCH ME. Freeman spits in Mainer's face as he passes out due to Taylor's triangle choke. Finally with no resistance left from Mainer, all three men pose in the ring as "Ugly" by the Exies hits causing the screen to fade to black. FADE.OOC: Additional credits go to Freeman & Taylor.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:20:14 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: The Celestial Hierarchy: Level 3 - Principalities
"Bless the Lord, all ye His angels: you that are mighty in strength, and execute His word, hearkening to the voice of His orders. Bless the lord, all ye His hosts: you ministers of His that do His will." - Psalms 103:20-21
In the eyes of the common man, a statement proclaiming supposed greatness will inevitably lead to physical confirmation of the expressed power. To the general masses, actions speak louder than words, although this is solely due to the masses being too ignorant to understand the power of the words their worthless ears are worthy enough to pick up. However, with this revelation, one obviously misses the true message that the words are trying to convey, that being the hidden subliminal facts that are unable to be expressed in actions that cater only to the surface meaning of a statement.
In this fact, it is plainly clear that the common human soul is incapable of reading the messages the gods would deliver unto them. For without action as a way of justifying the statement, humans see the statement as possibly untrue, which in turn leads to their refusal to read into the true message. Just as nobody listens when the false messiah is heralded as the son of God, so forth does nobody listen when the statement is invalidated as false, all because of no actions present to back up the claim at face value.
With this, the lord above rains down his holy wrath at the worthless infidels that would dare brush aside the holy word. They feel that since there is no concrete action to back up the statements that they do not have to listen. However, now is the time for that very same action they desired to see to become the catalyst that ensures their destruction and entrance into hellish purgatory.
Since the ignorant masses desire action, the great and mighty savior grants their wish in the form of his messenger. The mortal embodiment of the lord's will, the messenger rampages over the barren lands, speaking the word of the messiah and sacrificing all sinners that would dare not yield their respect and loyalty to the true word. The mortals of the planet desire actions to back up the words, but it appears that they have gotten more than they have bargained for...
It is here that the ignorant pawns turn to their false messiah for help and protection. Seeking to quell the rampage of the messenger of god, the false messiah sends his legions of heretics to attack the enemy. However, two of the nine orders have already fallen bloody at the hands of the dark soul's blade, so it is the seventh of the hierarchy, the principalities, which take their turn at attempting to overthrow the one here in the glorious name of the Higher One.
The principalities are seen as the best hope the masses have so far of extinguishing the raging fire of rage that spews from the flesh of the archangel of damnation, as they are widely accepted and acknowledged as a powerful and trained group of fighters under the name of their lord. In the book of heresies the people worship called the Bible, it is stated that it was a principality by the name of Cervill who aided David in his slaying of the giant Goliath. Obviously based on this story, the humans believe that the principalities provided by a false God shall be enough to overcome the dark messenger and restore peace to their own hand-crafted, synthetic euphoria.
As the heretics line up to attempt the destruction of the black soul, the haunting screams of their comrades enters into their heads. They see the dark leader's sword impaling the neck of the archangel Gabriel, terminating his existence. They see the images of blood stained corpses littering the area around their feet, all struck down by the blade of judgment wielded by the messenger. They see their hated enemy the Higher One and know that what stands before them is the single greatest threat ever posed to a seemingly perfect system of control their false faith has managed to establish over the godless drones.
The two sides meet and charge in a ruthless and bloody battle. Over and over fighters on each side view their comrades fall in pain and anguish, devoid of limbs and blood, the look in the eyes fading as death overtakes them. Throughout it all however, the dark messenger is unable to be struck even once. Every blow is deflected, every shot dodged. The trinity leading the order of principalities, known to the pawns as Anael, Hamiel, & Nisroch, all fail to defeat their enemies as the end draws ever closer. As the embodiment of destruction approaches them, Anael swings wildly and pays with his life, as the dark soul dodges the blow and casually disposes of him with one swing of his blade, slicing through the chest and ripping the heart in half.
The other leaders see their comrade fall and cringe in fear, allowing the black soul to mercilessly impale Hamiel with the sword, before removing the blade and repeating the process through the neck, taking life away from the second principality leader. Nisroch sees his comrades fall and shows his mortal nature, as he flees like a coward, afraid of death, the experience driving him to align with Satan and become one of the fallen ones. With this accomplished, the dark one approaches Cervill, the last survivor, and dodges his blows with ease, finishing him off without effort. As the blood runs down Cervill's neck and he falls dead to the ground, the black heart spreads his arms and utters an ear shattering scream as the seraphic radiance leaves his body and eradicates all not true to the faith. With the power absorbed from his enemies, the third order of heretics is now gone, making the black heart one step closer to the false god he seeks to destroy...
Immediately the young man's eyes snap open and he falls to his hands and knees, dripping sweat and gasping for breath, the intense meditation obviously taking its toll on his earthly body once more. Once he regains his breath, the young one slowly raises his head and admires his cramped surroundings. Alone in the confessional booth of the now almost trademark cathedral, the young one has obviously come to his current location for absolute solitude from the outside world so that he may complete the intense training his father has intended for him.
The black soul known as The Scorpion selects this opportunity to arise from his position and exit the booth, allowing his shirtless body to enter the relative openness of the cathedral once more. He characteristically aims for the pulpit in the center of the circular chapel, but pauses upon reaching the second pew. On this pew rests a single pale white rose, a symbol of power that has become the young soul’s symbol, his calling card of sorts. The Scorpion sits down calmly besides the flower and gazes calmly at it before speaking aloud to his Holy Father...
The Scorpion: Just as the Great Fire brought the golden empire of Rome to its knees, so also shall the raging fire of purity cleanse the polluted and barren lands. My lord, as I sit here solemnly to deliver praise unto your glorious name, I am reminded of that very analogy. As the blessed seraphic radiance consumes my spirit and grants me endless power, I become the black fire that shall consume all who would dare impede our progress. Even now father, the worthless ones continue to vainly struggle against us. Why? Why do they so vehemently oppose the resurrection of Eden? Is it mere jealousy as to the fact that they themselves are too lost in sin to have a chance of admittance? Or is it truly sheer ignorance, as they believe the lies they are fed to keep them compliant are actually true? Alas father, I must leave it to you to decide, for your will is far greater than I. Regardless, I must prepare yet another sacrifice in your blessed name father. The one called Chris Phenomenal has truly shown the ignorance of a mere pawn of the Grand Design my lord, as he had one chance at salvation and threw it away. When I destroyed his earthly body on the way to reaching the pinnacle of greatness I have now obtained, he was able to escape my grasps before he could be vanquished like all the rest. However, his sin-infected mind has taken over what little logic he possesses, as he once again seeks to demean your name. Is the human mind really that weak? The greed over his lust for this power I possess over the mindless masses has driven him to permanent hell in the realm of oblivion. It is a sad state that the human mind is really so weak as to not battle the ruthless and dangerous virus known as sin that constantly plagues the land that would be our home. But it is no purpose of mind to ponder the working of an inferior soul; my purpose is solely the furthering of your holy name my lord. Dear Higher One, I shall continue on my way, delivering your word to the pagan masses while destroying the heretics that would dare rebel against you. I have slaughtered three of the levels of angelology now father, I am coming oh so closer to destroying the false god that the masses would dare follow instead of you. In this same regard, the earthly being known as Chris Phenomenal shall suffer this same destruction upon our meeting, as I vow on my loyalty to you that he will drown in the lake of tears he shall shed from the earthly pain I shall cause him. Blessed be your name my father, the glorious ruler over all spiritual purity!
With the message completed, The Scorpion leaves the white rose in place and rises from his seat. He continues his trek and arrives once more at the center pulpit, his apparent destination. Once there, he picks up the now characteristic Bible and walks toward the large stained glass window in the back of the cathedral. He arrives at his destination to find the sword propped softly in a dark corner near the glass. The Scorpion immediately grabs the sword and walks over to the window, making an inch long mark immediately underneath the two already in place, thus marking another order of angels he has destroyed in the name of his lord.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:20:56 GMT -5
With this done, The Scorpion casually drops the sword and sits down on the floor, resting his back against the wall with his head immediately under the large stained glass. With this done, The Scorpion quickly opens the Bible and turns to the book of Psalms, obviously having been instructed by his beloved god to go to that specific point. He quickly turns to chapter one hundred and three before glancing down to verses twenty and twenty-one. With his eyes at the appropriate point, The Scorpion quickly reads the text he has been directed to, his somewhat covered face cloaking the emotions as his eyes dart from side to side.
All doubt is expelled however, when The Scorpion drops the Bible quickly and flings his hair back to uncover his face. With the light shining on his face, the true feelings that The Scorpion currently holds are made all too clear, as he face is a tight expression of sheer rage. The pale eyes burning with the fires of a man consumed with a passionate and uncontrollable hate, The Scorpion seemingly fights the desire to snap right then and there, a testament to the patience possessed by the darkest spirit alive.
While still fighting back the obvious rage he is currently feeling, The Scorpion slowly rests his head against the stone wall and once again openly calls out to his beloved messiah...
The Scorpion: How I so dearly detest the lies and falsifications fed to the pagan world. It is hard to put into mere human words the degree of my utter contempt for the cowardly human leaders who would dare mar the greatness of the one true ruler of eternity in the name of preserving a power that is only granted to them by the one true lord. The worthless ones do not realize that the Higher One could step in at any point and remove the power they have been fortunate enough to acquire, and due to this they openly demean the word of god, which shall not go unpunished! Even now the mindless pagan drones see in their leaders the ability to stop that which is unstoppable. The one called Chris Phenomenal is such an example, as the people still believe that he is capable of stopping the messenger that is fuelled not by human blood but instead by divine light. Like normal pawns, this worthless creation is under the impression that he can still defeat the undefeatable seraphic radiance due to my allowing him to exert himself and being willing to suffer his shallow physical blows. However, he must realize that pawns can never become players. Even if the pawn grows and matures into a king, it is still just a playing piece. The mindless ones need to realize this revelation; they need to learn that they exist only to play the part the Grand Design lays out for them and that they are all mere characters in the Higher One's play. In a stinging piece of what is called irony, the very race that developed the saying "lead me not to temptation" is exonerating their own destruction by being led to that very same temptation. The one called Chris Phenomenal is a perfect example of this, as the rose is a symbol of the power that I possess over the pagan souls and it is too powerful a temptation to pass up. Instead of fleeing the dark messenger and postponing his personal apocalypse, he instead seeks to advance the process of his destruction, all thanks to his greed leading him to temptation. This greed does not fall in line with the part he has been given to play by the Grand Design, and thus the broken pawn must be disposed of. While this individual soul is too far gone to save, the rest of the pagan masses still have a dim beacon of hope. Sacrifice your human pride and allow yourself under the Higher One's care. Have the sin removed from you and act out your role as written, only then can paradise truly be shown to you. Mother Earth is returning to her former state slowly but surely, and it will be filled with nothing but purity once the resurrection is complete. All of the pawns are in play now; the question is which ones will make it to the end of the game.
His words finished, The Scorpion slowly rises to his feet and quickly snatches up both the sword and Bible before making his way back to the pulpit. Once there, he lays both down on the priest's chair and retrieves the white rose from the pew as well. With all the items in place, The Scorpion does the trademark tear of the Bible page and lays it on the wooden surface, next to the other two gashes his blade has caused in the wood. With this completed, The Scorpion turns to grab the blade, but instead changes motions and slowly lifts the rose into his hands instead.
Slowly sitting down on the priest's chair, The Scorpion gazes at the pale whiter flower in his hands, a physical representation of the most coveted of prizes in the mortal world, the ability to control and dominate one’s fellow man. Yet despite all this The Scorpion knows that what he holds is completely and utterly worthless, as the pale white petals are merely a byproduct of nature as opposed to shining with the golden light of god. A dark and sullen embodiment of the dark road human beings travel, the flower is the reminder that the pagans constantly traverse a road in total darkness without the holy light of god to guide them, making them prime targets for the Higher One's eternal enemy sin.
With this reminder once again confirmed to the one whose heart is a vortex of darkness, The Scorpion slowly drops the flower onto the priest’s stool and drops his head in a position of submission as he once again communicates aloud with his father.
The Scorpion: And thus the darkness consumes all. Without the holy light of god for guidance, the pagans continue down the dark road to utter damnation, not once realizing their own self-crafted superiority is what makes them the most weak and meager of all creatures in existence. They are blinded by their own false illusions of grandeur; their perception is altered by a mixture of pride and stubbornness. They simply will not admit the truth, that being they are eternally inferior to the Higher One and exist only because he allows it to be so. Again I point to the prime example in Chris Phenomenal, as even though the pagans see him as a king, he is still just a playing piece in a game that the heavenly father controls. He is proud and refuses to admit his weakness, once again proving that a human being's ultimate fear is the very thing they cannot exercise control over: reality. But once again, it is not the place of one guided by the golden light of heaven to attempt to apply logic to human thought, it is only my place to ensure that the wretched ones who would defy god's will are made to suffer for their transgressions. It is the will of the lord above and thus shall be done. I shall become the raging inferno that brings this planet to its knees is fear. Just as Rome burned to the ground, I shall burn society as it currently exists down to its very core. As the one called Chris Phenomenal falls in defeat before the searing hear of the seraphic radiance, the light shall burst from my soul and eradicate all the sin of this planet so that it may become her true self once more. With the light of heaven that comes from my spirit, I shall eradicate all and pave the way to the resurrected paradise of Eden for all who would see the reality of their situations and turn themselves over to the eternal protection of the one true lord and savior. With the principalities now fallen and bloody at my feet, my trek to decimate the illegitimate god gets shorter with each passing step, a major force for the false prophet defeated. As the forces surrounding the enemy leader dwindle in number, so also does the number of pagan souls who would contemplate deviating from their designated roles in the plan of the Higher One. Human beings characteristically desire actions to back speech, as they are incapable of following words they do not comprehend, so I shall make the eradication of Chris Phenomenal my action to them. In his destruction a subliminal message shall be contained, that message being that failure to adhere to the role designated by the Grand Design and failure to play your role by refusing the word of god shall be met with no response other than immediate eradication. Watch closely the destruction of this wretched sinner my dear pagan drones, for he shall be made into an example that all can follow!
With this message finished, The Scorpion quickly jumps up from the seat and grasps the sword tightly in his hands. He quickly moves over to the page and performs the ritual he has performed before, jamming the sword through the paper and into the wood. With this done, The Scorpion slowly grabs the rose and lifts it up to eye level before uttering one last phrase...
The Scorpion: Three down, six to go…
With this done, The Scorpion calmly lowers the flower back to his side and casually walks out of the cathedral, not once breaking stride until he is completely out of sight...
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:22:19 GMT -5
Segment: A Helpful Intruder? Credit: Jon Taylor, The Senator The scene opens with none other than Senator Steve Phillips walking the hallways of the ACW arena. As has been the case as of late Phillips appears to be in a particularly foul mood. Surprisingly, it isn't to do with his many enemies that he has made over the years in ACW, but instead his latest alliances. Yet again poor Senator has had to put up with another stupid stunt from one of his so called "comrades", this timed pulled by the man he holds the most distaste for, one Jon Taylor. Keen to get away from anymore distractions before his match against one Dan White, he heads to the only sanctuary that he holds in the ACW arena; his Senatorial office. Turning the corner he comes to the end of the hallway where his office stands. He smiles as if to say "home at last" before reaching for the door handle and slowly pulling down on it. He pushes the forward and walks into the room, closing the door behind him. As he steps forward he stops and looks ahead, slightly uneasy. He realizes the desk chair he left facing the door is now facing the other way. With natural instinct kicking in he immediately goes into a defensive stance, trying to survey the situation. ?: Heh, relax Steve, you'll give yourself a heart attack if you're not careful!The chair swivels around to reveal one of the very men The Senator was attempting to get away from, Jon Taylor. In true Taylor style he looks as if he is at home, and has a triumphant smirk upon his face. Needless to say, The Senator is less than pleased at this disturbance. The Senator: I am afraid this may come as a no surprise to you, Mr. Taylor, but I am of no mood to partake in any form of your infinitely juvenile games on this night. In fact, I believe you have already wasted more than enough of my time for one evening. So, if you would kindly remove yourself from my quarters that would indeed be more than appreciated! Jon Taylor: Now, now Stevey boy - that's no way to treat a visiting team mate is it! I just thought I'd stop on by so we could talk about something, between just us.Senator already short of patience doesn't appear in any mood talk to Taylor in any capacity. The Senator: Be that as it may just like you I have a very important match later tonight for which I must make my preparations! Something which you do not seem to even realize when it comes to your own match!-- Senator is interrupted by a laughing Taylor. Jon Taylor: Don't tell me you consider your match with Dan White important? Are you Serious? Haha, don't make me laugh, Steve! Even Cole's match is more important than yours and he's facing Danny freakin' Mainer!Senator shakes his head, remembering that trying to reason with Taylor using logic was never effective. At all. The Senator: You know what, Taylor? I have had enough with dealing with you, and you have only been back a mere month in total! Now, how about you tell me why the heck you have taken it upon yourself to come and annoy me once more, before I am unable to control my urge to shove this size 11 boot through your head any longer! Jon Taylor: Well someone hasn't taken their medication today, have they! Besides, isn't it always more fulfilling when you work out why yourself?The Senator: Taylor, you nincompoop! An angry Senator is not one you want to deal with and even Taylor recognizes this, reluctantly answering Senator's request. Jon Taylor: Fine, fine since I'm a nice guy - I came to talk to you about your place in Ascendancy.The Senator: And which specific reason are you exactly referring to? Jon Taylor: Um, just why you're a part of the group in the first place!Taylor lifts his legs onto the desk in front much to the annoyance of his "team mate". The Senator: Get your feet off my desk this instance, you slob! To answer your question, you know full well just why I am a part of this group - I joined because Mr. Freeman requested my tactical experience and knowledge-- Jon Taylor: Blah, blah, blah! We both know that's a load rubbish. For one, since I joined Freeman hasn't taken a blind bit of notice of anything you've said!The Senator: I know that as well, and I surely do not need you of all people to remind me of that fact! Jon Taylor: There's also the fact that you do everything you can to distance yourself from the stable. So, old man, what's your game? Don't try to pretend that you're trying to do anything honourable in assisting that fool, we both know he's nothing more than a decoy for the rest of us. A good one at that, too.As Taylor continues to nonchalantly wind up his stable mate it is clear Senator is becoming increasingly angered by Taylor's antics. The Senator: How dare you suggest that I would act dishonorably! I can assure you that I joined this group to aid and assist you people! And while I did not ask for any thanks, I did not ask to work alongside a scumbag such as yourself, and I did not ask to be marginalized to the point of uselessness! I put in too many years, too much blood, to allow some two bit punk as yourself to come along and undermine my efforts, especially considering that I am not here for any titles! Jon Taylor: Stop acting like a saint, Steve - that ship sailed a long time. You know, you and I, we're not all that different--An almost distraught Senator cannot contain himself at this suggestion. The Senator: I beg your pardon! I don't know whether you're playing games as usual, or truly delusional, however I can assure you, Mr. Taylor you and I are as far apart as can be! Jon Taylor: Oh, is that true? See, from where I'm standing our goals aren't all that different. We are both cut from the same mould, even if our morals may differ at times. As much as it pains me to admit it, we are both outstanding specimens when it comes to the ring. Without a doubt in my mind when it comes to pure wrestling there is no one that comes close us. You can't not deny either that you have the desire for one last run at the top, just like I have a desire for my first. Then there's also the other fact you don't seem to be able to accept...As Taylor pauses Senator raises an eyebrow, intrigued by what Taylor is trying to get at. The Senator: Just what are you trying to get at, Taylor? Jon Taylor: What am I trying to get at? I am getting at the fact that just like me you have never been acknowledged for your achievements fully. Sure, you've had a few "Well done Steves" thrown your way, but no one has ever shown you the amount of respect that your hard work and effort deserves. They've always been more interested in the flashy and talentless styles of Jay Zero and Thunderkiss. Just like me, Steve. I always put everything on the line out there, and even when my stable The Second Coming was in possession of 2/3 of the titles in ACW at one point, they were more interested in what foolish antics TK and his lackeys were up to! The cruel thing is Steve, the people who watch will never appreciate people like you and me. And I'm afraid for you, Freeman is one of them, and the sad thing is you know it! Freeman just sees you as an object to use to help him take down Mainer. Yeah, that's right - Freeman needs HELP to take down, Mainer!As Taylor speaks with a more serious tone to his voice it almost seems as though he is trying to help Senator. Jon Taylor: Look Steve, you can hate me as much as you want, I'm just laying the facts out there. If you REALLY don't have any game or plan thought out, then I have to question whether you are really still cut out for this company, let alone this stable. You see, it's clear to everyone in this stable as well as the rest of the roster that each member of Ascendancy is in it for themselves at the end of the day. I'm just trying to warn you that I wouldn't trust Freeman OR the kid as far as I could throw 'em. So yeah, give it some thought because sooner or later one of them are going to get too big for their shoes.Taylor stands up out of the chair and walks up to Senator. Jon Taylor: It's up to you to make sure that you take advantage of the situation and not let them take advantage of you. As Taylor exits the room with a satisfied smile on his face Senator is left to sit down and put his thoughts together about what just occurred. After all, why the hell would Taylor care about anyone other than himself in the first place? Based on the events of prior weeks is seems as though Taylor is playing a game of his own, one which remains a secret for now however. End.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:22:58 GMT -5
Segment: Contract Negotiations, Part 1 (Credit: Freeman) Greg: Okay, okay…just stay calm. We can win this negotiation. It isn’t over yet. I mean…things look bad. Really bad. But still…there’s always the chance that we can pull it off. Greg is pacing the hallways, looking extremely nervous. Somehow, however, Trace seems to be in much better condition.Trace: Relaaaaaaaax! Greg: … Trace: … Greg: What?! Trace: You heard me! Cool it, man! I’ve got this! Greg: Aren’t you worried? Your job is on the line here! For those with a short memory, two weeks ago, Hawthorne told Trace that he was going to release him from his contract in two weeks if he didn’t prove his worth in ACW.Trace: That’s what YOU think! Greg: And Hawthorne, apparently! Trace: RIGHT! But what you DON’T know is that I’ve already figured the whole thing out! It’s just like our first appearance on ACW television together. Don’t you remember? When I told you not to worry and you were all “oh no oh no I’m so worried” and then what happened? I got an awesome ACW contract for tons of money and have been a star ever since! Greg: First of all, you hardly had an “awesome” contract. And from what I remember you were overconfident and went in there, made a fool out of yourself, and almost lost the job which I could have gotten you easily! Trace: Er…nope. Don’t remember that part. Greg: Well I do. And this time there’s not even a chance that we could lie to get out of it! Trace: Really? Well…THINK…AGAIN! A silence so deep that crickets could probably be heard, as Trace stands up with his arms raisedGreg: … Trace: … Greg: Not as dramatic as you’d hoped, huh? Trace: Nope… Greg: Well, whatever. Move on. Trace: Right! Well, don’t worry because I’ve got this all covered. I bet you thought I had no brain hm? But what you didn’t know is that I’ve been HARD AT WORK recently! See all I needed to do to keep my job was prove that Trace Birmingham is THE MOST POPULAR AND MOST-LIKED WRESTLER GUY IN THE WHOLE COMPANY! And that was totally easy to do! Greg: Oh, I’m sure. Because we all know how fast your t-shirts are selling. Trace: Hey! THEY DON’T SELL BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T LET ME MAKE THE T-SHIRTS! My T-shirts are horrible! And they don’t even spell my name right! No I had a totally better way! I have this hacker friend, right? Greg: You have no friends, Trace…how many times must I talk to you about this? Trace looks down at the floor sadly.Trace: Fine, but I have this guy who fixed my computer this one time who if you give him enough money becomes a hacker, right? Greg: …er…okay? Trace: And I had him hack the ACW website! Greg: What? That’s possible?! Trace: Oh totally! And look! Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: ? ? ? Greg: ! ! ! Trace’s eyes brightenTrace: I KNEW you’d like it! See?! How can he POSSIBLY fire me now. Greg: YOU IMBECILE. What the heck is THAT? Trace: HE CHANGED THE POLL THINGY! No matter who you click on you vote for ME! So now everybody knows that I’m the most popular wrestler and Hawthorne CAN’T possibly get rid of me NOW! Greg: He’ll take one look at that and fire AND sue you at the same time! Trace: THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! He’s only got ONE MOUTH! Gotcha there, Greg! Greg: …Fine. He’ll fire you. Then sue you tomorrow. Got it? Trace: Oh…hmm…that IS possible I think. Greg: You can’t take that in there! Trace: THEN HOW DO I PROVE IM THE MOST POPULAR ACW SUPERSTAR? A crowd test? But they never wanna cheer for me when I need ‘em too! Maybe if I buy a thousand of my t-shirts…. Greg: Why don’t you just let ME handle this one? Last time you didn’t. Remember? Trace: AND I GOT THE JOB! I’M HANDLING THIS! Greg: If you’d like to be FIRED, then fine, but--- Trace: DON’T WORRY! I am TRACE BIRMINGHAM! If I can’t prove I’m the most popular, I’ll show him about my Japanese career! Greg: You don’t HAVE one. It’s made UP! Trace: I KNOW! I’LL SHOW HIM MY MADE UP JAPANESE CAREER! Greg: Ah yes, what a WONDERFUL idea. Ugh…there’s no use of sarcasm even anymore. Just don’t talk about your time as a “luchadore” in Japan again. Trace: Well, hmm…I guess I’d better not. I don’t wanna use big words like that, he’ll think I’m sounding too smart. Almost like I’m making him feel bad ‘cause he’s not so smart as I am. Right? Greg: Sure. That’s it. He’ll never believe you anyways Trace: But I know who he WILL Believe! WAIT THERE, GREG, I’LL BE LIKE…RIGHT BACK! And Trace bolts off as the door opensHawthorne: We shall see you now. Greg: But…I…er…oh, whatever… And Greg rolls his eyes and walks inside, Trace nowhere in sight.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 27, 2010 22:27:54 GMT -5
Stay Tuned-TJ *We start the scene somewhere inside the ACW Arena. We see TJ’s large looming body in the middle of the room. The room is dimly light, but everything can be made out, a TV, a chair, a locker. But something about the room isn’t right. The fact that it isn’t fully lighten is one thing, but the shape of the locker, seems that someone or something was thrown into each side as it resembles a crushed soda can.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ There are some things that piss me off in this business: lack of respect for the business, interrupting me when I’m talking to the fans, jackass management . But Jon Taylor has done something that has pushed me further than being pissed off. What he has done is infuriated me to the point of pure insanity. The man wants to get in my business, cost me a match, and then have the fucking balls to say I got in his business.
*The lights turn on all the way, lighting up the room, revealing some things we didn’t see before. We now see several holes in the wall, a hole in the TV, and a second locker on its side, in the same shape as the one standing up.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Taylor let me remind you of something, I am the Entertainment champion. I am the holder of the Crucible. You are nothing at this point. Nothing but a smug jackass that feels that he deserves the World title with nothing to back it up. Hell, his own stablemate Ryan Cole has more to his argument to have a World title shot than you, Taylor. You continue to rave about how you are better than me, better than Mainer, yet both of us hold something tangible that proves you wrong. In fact I hold two things, may I remind you. You need to realize something Taylor: I am nothing like what you have faced before. I had a incredible match with Dan White that ended in a draw, following it, you attacked me with a steel chair and I still put my hand around your throat. Had your bitch not been there to kick me in the family jewels, you wouldn’t be able to compete tonight.
*TJ walks over to one of the walls filled with several holes. He puts his forearm against the wall and then puts his head against his forearm.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m not going to lie, I’m tired, physically and mentally. My body is banged up. My body continues to take hit after hit and yet still keeps going, which makes me who I am. It’s these hits, Taylor, that separate men like me from men like you. It’s the ability to take these hits and keep going that make me a better wrestler than you. It’s not how much you can build yourself up to be or how much I can build myself up. It is not how many fast you beat Gary or how fast I beat Alex Trixer. It comes down to me facing you. No Daphne, no Hawthorne, no Ascendancy, no Raj. It’s matches like this that make me happy I’m doing what I am doing. It’s not the world title matches, not the Crucible matches, but matches that prove which man is the better man between two men. One that will continue to run his mouth with a win and one that will shut him up with a win.
*TJ turns around and grabs his Entertainment title of the back of the chair and throws it over his shoulder.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You said last week that a company is only as good as it’s champion and that Mainer wasn’t worthy of the World title and therefore made it non-existent and then said how when you win, you would make this title important, something it has never been. Sorry to break it to you, Taylor, but it has been important for the last 6 months. You see, ever since I won this title, I’ve been building its history. From winning it within two month of debuting, beating the only three time Entertainment champion, and then Omega Effect, where I defended in it my second match of the night. I’ve done more for this title than you have done for yourself. Years down the line, my name will go down as one of the greatest, if not the greatest Entertainment champion of all time. Some would say that’s not something, but it is to me. To me any championship is worth something, it garners respect. Something you lack Taylor. Not to go Preacher TJ, but there are some things in this business that you need to get somewhere: Ability, Charisma, Intelligence, and Respect. You would like to say that you have all these, but you do not. Ability you have, Charisma, you have. Intelligence, you kinda have, I mean, you did start all this by sticking your nose in my business. But you lack respect. Respect for the company, for your peers, and even respect for yourself. That will be the reason that, win or lose tonight, I will have the last laugh. And if you don’t believe that, then you will have to keep on watching. Because I am “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY!” Taylor. Prepare to see greatness.
*TJ grabs his briefcase and leaves the room as we fade to black.*
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