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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:29:58 GMT -5
Tonight's Card:
One Fall to a Finish "Showtime" Ryan Cooper vs. Bryce
Tag Team Match Laron Xavier and Thiago Gracie vs. Ross and Spike Lambert
One Fall to a Finish The Scorpion vs. Trace Birmingham.
One Fall to a Finish Chris Phenomenal vs. Joseph Harpo
Tag Team Match Theodore Wellington and Ivan Boreanaz vs. Ryan Cole and Dominic Campbell
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:31:47 GMT -5
It's a very hot night out, but the fans could care less. They are pumped for a night of ACW action, and the crowd is just as hot as the weather is. There will be many matches tonight, and the crowd cannot wait to get started. As the pyros go off, a replay of last week's contract signing plays...and the conclusion. The titantron fades in to show the chairman, Samuel Hawthorne, as he obviously has an announcement to make.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:35:56 GMT -5
The titantron has faded in to show Samuel Hawthorne the chairman, and he waits until the crowd reaction stops before he speaks.
Hawthorne: Good evening ACW fans. As anybody who saw last week's edition of Monday Night Warfare knows, I promised that the world championship contract signing would go without conflict. It appeared that that was not the case. Though I made my rules simple, they were broken by Danny Mainer who could not control himself for even fifteen minutes. As a result, he has been suspended from tonight's show.
The crowd instantly boos. They had been looking forward to seeing Danny Mainer tonight, but it appeared that would not occur.
Hawthorne: While I regret to have to remove one of our most profitable stars from the show - and our world champion, no less - he knew what he was getting himself into when he struck. I understand that he was provoked, but there is no excuse. This however, shall not be the only punishment Danny Mainer will face. I promised dire consequences, and I am a man of my word. As a result, when Danny Mainer returns next week there will be further discussion as to what will occur as a result of his actions. I apologize for Mainer's actions, and would you like to still enjoy tonight's show.
And with that the titantron fades, and the crowd turns towards the entranceway, awaiting whoever is going to enter the arena first.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:37:25 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Step Into The Bad Side Credit: Jake Steele
It’s the heat of the ACW arena and the blazing trail these stars have left on this building which can result in the faithful members who attend every time there is a show, create such an amazing buzz before the show can even kick off to a proper start. With their signs neatly placed in their hands, waving them around frantically. Little children chewing up and spitting out popcorn kernels, sexy wives here without their husbands looking for a good time with one of the muscular and usually well endowed members of the roster…usually cause Taylor and Freeman are still around. And while the show hasn’t set off to it’s full set of rather common antics, it most certainly is about to as “Miss Me” by Drake strikes the PA System like Thunder.
I SAID TELLLLLL MEEEEE WHAT'S REALLY GOIN ON DRIZZY BACK UP IN THIS THING IM READY, WHATS HAPPENIN OFF OF SURGERY BUT NOW IM BACK AGAIN IM BOUT MY PAPER LIKE A MOTHERFUCKIN SCRATCH AND WIN
WORLD SERIES ATTITUDE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE LIFE NOTHING EVER CHANGES SO TONIGHT IS LIKE TOMORROW NIGHT I WILL HAVE A MODEL WIFE, YOUR BITCH IS HOT AS ICE EVERYTIME YOU SEE ME LOOK LIKE I HIT THE LOTTO TWICE[/B]
Incase you aren’t used to it yet, when this music hit’s the crowd tends to go fucking bananas. Why you ask, well because it is the arrival of the man of the hour, every hour…Jake Steele. As the lyrics and overpowering beat is heard, and the thumping pumps everyone up, Steele comes through the curtains dressed in his freshest, but most common get up. His brand new platinum “JS” chain, white polo tee, white polo jeans, and black and white chuck tay’s. Yet even with such an basic attire to him, to others this is just another example of why they love this man. He can make any pair of clothing work, and he definitely does as he makes his way down the ramp. He stops at the top of it though, as he has to let his famous fireworks shoot off into the background, as he drops to a crouched position and sways back and forth smiling the entire time. Mile wide smile on his face, cocky walk intact, Steele slaps a few fans hands and enters the ring with an microphone already in his hands. He looks out to his people as they once again break out into a chanting of his name.
“JAKE STEELE”
“JAKE STEELE”
“JAKE STEELE”
“JAKE STEELE”
Steele can do nothing but smile and shake his head, telling them to quiet down and with the motion of just his hand that happens. Letting him say what he needs to say to the masses as he begins to speak on it.
Jake Steele: I just got one question for all ya‘ll… you still think you dreamin‘? Cause if you do I‘m here to tell all my fans, all millions of them, somethin‘ right now. And I want you all to listen up real close. Dis‘ man standin‘ before you, wit‘ da polo down to da‘ socks, Gucci mindset, and cutthroat attitude. Da‘ only man who can come back and walk right back in da‘ buildin‘ like he still run it, because I do, and take on whoever and whatever got a problem with dat. Dat‘ man dat‘ all of ya‘ grew to love, bought tickets just to see him, and his world class matches. Dat‘ man who gave you five star matches wit‘ da best of ‘em. Macho Man RDK, Thunderkiss, Steve Phillips, XS3, and da‘ list goes on…dat‘ man who bled every night, fought until his bones literally cracked underneath him, and never once gave up, or even thought bout givin‘ up! Ha, I just want to let ya‘ll all know…dat, dat man... he ain‘t goin‘ nowhere!
And why would I? I‘m finally back home, baby! I‘m back where I belong, where I became a man, through all da‘ good and bad. Yeah, it took for me to get my ass whooped a couple times, have a big ass target on my back. Sure, I had to lose da‘ world title and even leave for a little while. But while I was away, I knew what I was doin‘. I knew what I had to change, and I knew what would make me a better man for all ya‘ out here who missed me when I had a motive for you, and not just me. See, I ain‘t changin‘ now, but I did before. I changed to somethin‘ I wasn‘t. I let myself get controlled by da‘ smell, da‘ touch of power. I let everythin‘ catch a grip on me and a tight ass one at dat‘. But I‘m a strong nigga, one of da‘ strongest out here. So you know, and I know dat it wasn‘t gonna be long before I overpowered da‘ power. I had to fight with myself, fight my own demons. Fight everything da‘ power wanted me to be, and just be Jake Steele. Be dat‘ dude, and nobody else. Now, I‘m perfectly fine with entertain‘ you people, I feel like dat‘s my job and goal while I‘m here. And I personally felt dat‘ da chapter I wrote for my life is far from over. I have a lot of things to do - like become World Heavyweight Champion again.
But I‘m not here for dat‘ right now. I‘m here because while I was gone, things got hectic. You got a group full of bitches named, uh…Asscendacy? Yeah, dat sound ‘bout right. Asscendacy is a group consistin‘ of Jason Freeman, Jon Taylor, Steve Phillips, and Ryan Cole. So you got a hard headed jew, an hot headed brit, an old head in Senator, and a new head in Cole. I guess it‘s safe to say dat‘ these niggas love head! Well, they can love it all dey‘ want, but I‘m sure dey won‘t anymore after I knock dey‘ heads off with a RIGHT IN YO FACE - One by one. First I‘ll kick da‘ little rookies head off. Den‘ I‘ma finish what I started with Phillips and pop his top one more time, leave his old crusted ass in a cemetery somewhere. Taylor, he thinks he‘s entertainin‘ when really he da‘ most borin‘ champ we‘ve ever had, except for dat‘ one nigga who was International Champ back when I first debuted, what was his name…oh yeah, Jon Taylor. And Freeman…Freeman, Freeman, Freeman. Jason, listen man. You know how much we been through, and you know how much fun it is, for me, to slide my knee all up and across ya‘ head, then watch as yo‘ punk ass stare at da‘ ceilin after da' three count. It‘s a sight I always look forward too every time we have a match, an random encounter at starbucks, sleepover, church, fuck whenever I see you. If you don‘t get hit with a knee, by somebody, I‘m not happy. But you can believe, just like all ya‘ other crew mates on da‘ ship of love ya‘ll got, dat after I get them…I‘ma get you even harder. Dig it brutha.
Steele points his finger towards the camera and shoots it off, “Bang”. His threats, as always seem like promises and you can be sure that when their paths do cross. There will be an explosion ACW has not been apart for quite some time. Steele walks around the ring in an circle, continuing to speak.
Jake Steele: Once again though, dat’ ain’t even why I’m here. See when I came back at Hello Goodbye, I told da’ world there was a man I was lookin’ for. A man who I wanted to go face to face with, and take out for good. Rid ACW of his plague. He even put his grubby lil’ hands on Dan White, which incase anybody forgot, is infact my brother. Which means he touched my family, which means dat’ gives me all da’ reason in da’ world to annihilate you. I don’t know where you’ve been since den’, but I know you around here somewhere. I know ya' lil' tricks and I know where you try to hide, and if I have to I will leave dis’ ring and look for you. And I doubt you want me to find you, so here’s da’ deal. I’ma let you come to me - right now. You got ten seconds to show ya’ face, or else ya’ gettin’ dat special visit.
And so the countdown begins…we wait, is he really going to show his face. Is the man that Steele ever so wants to finish off even going to let this begin. Well we’ve already started counting, and as we hit five the crowd begins to count along…
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
Jake Steele: Aight, well since you too pussy to show up. I’m comin’ to you…
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:37:47 GMT -5
Jake Steele prepares the exit the ring, intensity flowing throughout his veins. The entire crowd pumped up with him, as Steele gets halfway out the ring when to the surprise of everyone “All I Do Is Win” by DJ Khaled strikes the PA System, which can only mean one thing…Showtime. As the arena drops into a state of darkness, with a single spotlight focused on the stage, Jake Steele tries to figure out if he is seeing things as “Showtime” Ryan Cooper steps onto the stage looking directly down the ramp at Steele, nodding his head to him to let him know this is all but fake.
ALL I DO IS WIN! WIN! WIN! NO MATTER WHAT! GOT MONEY ON MY MIND! I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH! AND EVERYTIME I STEP INTO THE BUILDING EVERYBODY HANDS GO UP! AND THEY STAY THERE!!!!
Showtime keeps the same glimmer in his eyes and swagger in his step that he brought back from last week, although this time he looks to have more of an goal than before. More of an glow to him as the crowd rocks with his music, rocking right with them as he slaps their hands and slides into the ring. Steele looks around at the crowd that he just called his people as they seem to be going into an frenzy for this man. Showtime looks at Steele up and down, walking past him with an smirk as he calls for a microphone. It is thrown to him, and he catches it with one hand which causes more crowd uproar for some reason. These two men have an past which dates back to rookie year, but the fact that they haven’t been in the ring since Showtime’s leave of absence so many years ago, and how much has changed since then makes this one explosive meeting. One nobody expected to see, atleast not this soon. Showtime nods his head as his music dies down, leaving him room to say a few words of his own as Steele looks on ready to hear this.
Showtime: ACW... Your dreams have now been fulfilled. Check yo' watches. WHAT TIME IS IT?!!
"SHOWTIME!"
Showtime: That's right! The fans have been asking for it... waiting for it.. Dreaming, salivating. Waiting for that special moment. Well, that time has finally come because Showtime is back in ACW! It's been a while. TV appearances, commercials, the movies... None of that comes close to being here in ACW entertaining you fans! You see, whether it's in the ring or out of the ring, you can be sure of one thing, and that's Showtime's always going to leave you getting your money's worth!
Last time, I left here under less than favorable circumstances, but I've been biding my time. Training, stepping up my game, getting my shit together.. waiting to return better than ever! You see, I have a lot of unfinished business here in ACW. A lot of people's been letting their mouths write checks that their asses can't cash, but I'm here to collect. One of those people is Jon Taylor. Taylor, you might have took the low road and got one over on me, but it's only a matter of time before I whip that monkey ass all over the arena! Now, you've been having some made diarrhea of the mouth, talking all this shit about how you made Showtime! Nigga, you ain't make me! The only thing you've making is making me and the crowd go to sleep with your boring ass promos! “I'm Jon Taylooooooooooor! I am the standard of excrement here in ACW!” The only standard you're setting is how to be the worst Entertainment champion in ACW history! I'm going to get you sooner or later, and when I do, that title's coming home to Showtime! But forget Taylor right now. It's a time of celebration, bitches! HEY! HOW 'BOUT WE MAKE IT RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!
And with perfect timing, and perfectly on cue. Indeed it does rain, but there is no storm brewing instead he was referring to the classic term idolized by Lil Wayne, a rainfall of money drizzles and pours down into the arena, as the crowd goes ballistic. Extremely hyped up with them, Showtime waves his hands up in the air, while Steele simply watches on with an completely dumbfounded look.
Showtime: THAT'S RIGHT! THROW YO' HANDS UP AND GET DOWN WITH SHOWTIME!!!
Jake Steele: Ayo…you know you on my time right?
Showtime: Oh, my bad. I'm just used to it always being Showtime, but lets talk about Jake Steele! Former tag team champion! Former International champ! Even reached the pinnacle of greatness, winning the ACW World championship. Won numerous awards, all while stealing my steelo!
Jake Steele: Fuck you talkin’ bout? I stole your gimmick?
Showtime: Lets be real. The brass in the front office knew that they couldn't contain Showtime, so they wanted their own version, the corporate Showtime. Lets find an negro to cater to the African-American demographic, Billy! How about that Steele guy? He looks like one of those rappers! Lets give him a shitty knee move like Showtime and make him even edgier. Lets let him say the n-word. Woooo, that's dangerous! Man, real talk! You ain't nothing! You like the Coke Zero to my Classic, and you're just as weak! It's cool. I know imitation's the most sincere form flattery, but you gotta remember son... that's all you are. Nothing but a imitation, a cheap one at that.
Jake Steele: Look brah…I don’t know where you came from, who you think you are, or what you think I did. But check dis’ out…Jake Steele been Jake Steele since I first walked up into kindergarten. From da’ moment dey’ called my name, I raised my hand and hit my teacher wit’ a knee to da’ head. When a bully came around tryin’ to intimidate me cause I was smaller, I would run circles around him and by da’ time it was over I was da’ takin’ his lunch money, in his pockets. I’ve had girls screamin’ my name since first grade, and I had them throwin’ dey panties at me since middle school boy. Dis’ lifestyle I live has never been fabricated, duplicated, or imitated. Not once did I wake up in da’ mornin’ and try to be somebody else, because when you Jake Steele, tell me why would you want me to be Ryan Cooper? When you da’ truth, why would you want me be “Showtime”!? Fact is, you wouldn’t. Now I don’t know if you got a real problem with me and my success, or you just talkin’ out ya’ ass to get some attention brought back to ya’ self, but I’m tellin’ you like I done told everybody else who came across my way… you step into da’ spotlight, and I’ma turn off ya’ lightswitch brah.
Showtime: Now hold on, playa. Imma give you props. You did real good for yourself, but you did it while you weren't under my watch. Remember a long time ago, back in '08 when we both were breaking into this company. Jake Steele, the promising rookie! Undefeated streak and all until one night, he stepped into the ring with Showtime, and I left ya on yo' back starstruck! Sounds familiar?
Jake Steele: Heh, dat’s cute. You remember our first match. Aight, I’ll admit it. You got me, you put me in my place and stopped my winnin’ streak. Congratulations, you beat rookie Jake Steele. You had my number, but when you left I changed it.
Showtime: You change it to whateva’ area code you want nigga, but I was ya’ first loss…I can be ya’ last too.
Jake Steele: You really think you still got it Coop?
Showtime: I know I still got it like Couture comin’ out retirement, nigga.
Jake Steele: Well we can settle dis’ whenever. You want to prove you da’ original me, let’s do it when da’ time is right. Let’s do it…
Showtime: Seven Deadly Sins.
Jake Steele: You on.
And with that, Showtime and Steele share a staredown. Showtime is the first to break the intensity and smirk, as he backs up from their nose to nose standpoint, and he extends his hand. Steele looks down at it for a moment, not sure what to expect. Though putting some trust into the man standing across from him, Steele shakes Showtime's hand and...nothing. That's it. The two show that, for now, they'll wait until Seven Deadly Sins. As Showtime nods to Steele, and leaves the ring as "All I Do Is Win" plays in the background, crowd still pumped up from the money and this powerful encounter. These two men have always paralled each other, though now we'll get a chance to see them class in just three weeks. Who will take it home?
Nobody knows, but you can be sure that it'll be entertaining the entire time.
Fade.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:42:06 GMT -5
Segment: Playing with fire Credit: Jon Taylor and TJ
With Warfare having just gone live on air not long ago we switch to a shot of none other than the ACW Entertainment Champion's Girlfriend, Daphne Stewart. Wearing VERY tight blue jeans and top that shows her midriff off she walks the hallways with her cell phone to ear. She can be heard loudly talking away, oblivious to her surroundings as she remains deep in conversation to whoever is on the other side of the phone call.
Daphne Stewart: ...I told you Sunny we can't do 4.5 mill on that property, hell it is closer to 7.5 than that! Pleaseeee don't tell me this is how you guys have been doing business the entire time I have been away!
Daphne continues walking at a power walk pace, shaking her head furiously and sighing. She rolls her eyes as the woman at the end of the phone speaks. Someone is clearly not doing a good fill-in job! Suddenly Daphne stops and almost screeches as she replies
Daphne Stewart: WHAT?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING! No, don't you dare! God almighty, I have been away just over a month and you people have almost wrecked the business without even trying!
A flabbergasted Daphne looks ready to hurl the phone stuck to ear into the nearest wall in fury but manages to control herself. Just. She begins walking again, now able to speak again as the person at the other end remains perfectly silent afraid of setting her off again.
Daphne Stewart: So, what are you going to do about it? You have an image that I built up over years to up hold! You better get out there networking because it isn't only your neck on the line Sunny...
Still completely oblivious Daphne continues to walk on, not known there is an obstacle up ahead that she would very well like to avoid. Sunny does her best to explain herself but it seems Daphne is as forgiving as Taylor...
Daphne Stewart: Big deal! I built that business from the ground up by MYSELF. If you aren't up to the job Sunny...
Ooooh, someone's in no mood for failure. Could Sunny be getting the chop?
Daphne Stewart: I don't care how you sort it, just sort it! Now the next time--
Daphne suddenly stops dead again, this time frozen stiff unable to move as she sees something out the corner of her eye she wished she wouldn't come across anytime soon. Not after what had gone down the past two weeks...
?: Boo.
TJ Leaning against a wall on the hallway to the right is none other than the man she went to for "help" for an unknown reason, only to be rebuffed. What does TJ want? More urgent in fact, what does he want that he is waiting for her? Daphne stands still not wanting to acknowledge TJ.
Sunny: Daphne? Are you there?!
Daphne stares at TJ before coming to her senses and reply to Sunny.
Daphne Stewart: Sorry Sunny I have to go...
Daphne ends the call and faces TJ.
TJ: Fancy seeing you here eh, Daphne? I mean it seems just last week you wouldn't tell me what your game with Taylor, or anything was. Oh wait, now it's coming back to me. That's because it WAS!
Daphne Stewart: Look TJ, we've been through this already, last week just like you mentioned yourself! You made it clear you wouldn't help me, so do what do you want? I have things to do, people to see, and every moment even stood here with you is dangerous. You're the enemy after all, TJ!
As TJ steps out from the shadows there is an aura about him that makes him seem different. Stewart is unsure of how to read him.
TJ: Correct, but that still doesn't explain why you approached me in the first place. As much as I detest your vile Boyfriend, and in fact you for thinking you had the right to get involved in OUR match, there is something that is right at the back of my mind. I know Taylor is a nut job, why would you even risk coming to me in the first place? Something doesn't add up Daphne, and you're going to tell me what.
Daphne Stewart: Please TJ, as far as I'm concerned we're done! I tried to warn you and asked for your help, you did neither--
TJ places his finger over Daphne's mouth to stop and with a slightly weird smirk begins to talk.
TJ: Daphne, Daphne...Daphne. I can tell you now we are FAR from done. No, we are not done until have I have MY title back around my waist and you tell me the hell is going on with you and Taylor.
Daphne Stewart: Like I said, you have a rematch with Taylor, it's your problem--
TJ: Daphne you in this as much as Taylor or I now, whether you like it or not. You've put yourself right in the middle of it by coming to me and now you've decided you don't want to tell me whatever it was. You know I should just tell Taylor and see how he reacts...
In an instant Daphne is gripped with fear. Taylor finding out about what has been going on is the last thing she wants on the earth to happen.
Daphne Stewart: No, please TJ! I'm begging! Don't!
TJ leans closer to their heads are side by side and whispers into her ear.
TJ: Sooner or later you're going to have to let that little secret of yours out, and if it really warrants this much fuss then I'm certain it's going to be sooner.
TJ begins to back away as Stewart looks at him confused, knowing she is in a bad situation.
TJ: Hopefully you'll come find me before I have to go find Taylor. Later.
A cruel smirk emerges on TJ's face as he backs away more before finally turning and walking. Daphne is left to contemplate what to do as the scene fades out.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:42:40 GMT -5
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:45:06 GMT -5
Match: Showtime vs Bryce
Start: Things start off rather tentatively for the two cocky competitors, both mean sizing each other up. Bryce doesn't look too impressed with Showtime despite having a record that'd put Lindsey Lohan's to shame. In a shameless attempt to get cheers, Bryce climbs the top ropes and throws his hands up, trying to get the crowd amped up.. only to get a CONWAY POP! Okay, to his credit, he got some sympathy boos, but when Showtime climbed up and yelled out to the fans, the responded with a chorus of cheers! Pretty obvious who the fan favorite is, but Bryce isn't going to take things lying down. The two men lock up. Blah blah blah. Bryce gets a headlock and switches it to an armbar. Doesn't every match start off like this? Showtime gets the snapmare off and then gives Bryce a stiff kick the spine that jars his back ADRENALINE RUSH! White guys must like pain because Bryce hops right back up like he's jacked on Mountain Dew and says that he can dish it out even better than Showtime. Cooper's amused by Bryce's proclamation but obliges, letting Bryce snapmare him and deliver a kick of his own right between Showtime's shoulders, making the returning star wince in pain. Bryce is pretty happy with his handiwork, posing for the crowd... but the idiot makes the mistake of turning his back to Showtime who quickly rise to his feet. As soon as the the California kid {Don't sue me, Uriah Faber!}turns around, he gets the bejezus slapped outta him! Showtime attempts to Irish whip Bryce but gets his attempted blocked and eats a dropkick to the kisser. One kip-up later, and Bryce is feeling it. Apparently, Showtime is too because he kips p and lays a dropkick of his own to Bryce's chess. Then, Cooper lights his opponent up with a combination of slaps to the face followed by shin kicks to both sides of the legs, ended with a SPIN KICK that has Bryce clenching at his gut. Then Showtime runs behind him and does the FLASHBACK (Springboard Enzugiri) to the back of his head to knock Bryce out of the ring. Showtime then runs and jumps off the top rope, bouncing off with a moonsault to Bryce outside of the ring! The fans are loving the fast-pace of the match, and some of the fans in the front-row gets a treat. After the big move, Showtime jumps over the guardrail and celebrates with the fans, signing autographs for the fans.
Middle: As soon as Showtime turns around, Bryce bashes Cooper's head into the guardrail and then snap suplexes his dazed opponent back to the floor. The match heads back into the ring, and Bryce waits for Showtime to get up before displaying a little Flash of Brilliance with his patented spinning wheel kick to Showtime's temple. Bryce goes for the cover but only gets 2! Despite being nothing more than a jobber, Bryce gets all cocky and dances yell that its NoTime. What a cunt. Showtime gets to his knees and gives Bryce a hard knife-edge chop. An Irish Whip and a flying forearm shot lays Bryce out! Then he hits the mat yet again courtesy of an arm drag. Bryce charges in with a clothesline that gets ducked. Both men turn around with Bryce attempting to land a kick that gets caught... but he rocks Showtime with a big enzugiri!. And now it's time for ze Camel clutch! Break his fakkin' back! Humble him like they do in the old country! No time for humble pie tonight because Showtime gets up and sends Bryce back-first into the turnbuckle. Bryce gets sent to the opposing turnbuckle, and Showtime charges in..to a kick to the face, followed by another enzugiri! Bryce yanks Showtime's head and then flies off the top ropes with a spiking tornado DDT that plants Cooper's head hard into the canvas. Surprisingly, Bryce almost gets the upset, but he only gets two again! Bryce claims that it's over and climbs to the top ropes and goes for the Equilibrium (Corkscrew Moonsault) but gets nothing but mat!
End: The count starts, and both men slowly get to their feet. Bryce swings for a punch that gets blocked and Showtime counters with a forearm and cuts right into Bryce's chest with some blistering knife-edge chops. Of course, it wouldn't be a Showtime match without the Muay Thai clinch followed by knees to the gut. Showtime gives Bryce the Irish whip and ducks, but Bryce goes for the sunset flip... When will they learn? Showtime jumps back and channels Bruce Lee with the DOUBLE STOMP! Showtime goes for the cover but only gets two. Both me get up and Showtime does a big uppercutting superkick that sends the California native flying into the corner, creating the perfect opportunity for Showtime to land the KTFO (Cartwheel into Knee Strike) Showtime goes for the cover, but Bryce gets his foot on the ropes. Showtime goes to pick up Bryce but gets raked in the eyes for his troubles, allowing Bryce to lay Heavans's Wrath (suplex facebuster) down upon Cooper but only gets another near-fall. Feeling that it's time to put the nail in the coffin, Bryce goes to the apron and then springboards in with California Hangover (Flipping Leg Drop), but Showtime rolls out of the way. A dazed Bryce rolls around to a knee and then gets Starstruck with the huge running knee! The three count is academic.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:46:09 GMT -5
Pay Up Credit: Ivan Boreanaz & Theodore Wellington
Ever since he had arrived at the arena Theodore Wellington had been expecting a visit from Ivan Boreanaz and Jeremy Alexander. He still hadn't upped the payment to the duo so a visit was a matter of time. The expectation meant that he could even afford a slight smile when they arrive.
"Jeremy, Ivan! Good to see you."[/b]
"You too, Theodore. We need to be on the same page this week more than ever," Jeremy cautions.
"This is true. But I'm sure that Ivan and I'll win this match comfortably. That is if he's half as good as you say he is."[/b]
"Trust me on that one, he is. Oh, he is. I'm confident that he could take those two out on his own if it came down to it. I've seen him do it before. And with extra motivation against these two he's going to be more on song than ever. Although not within the confined rules of a wrestling match," Jeremy says as a malicious grin creeps across his face. "And with you as well I agree that Cole and Campbellwill be dealt with. But as you know, that's not why we're here."
Wellington fakes shock with a gasp for a second before smiling at his own reaction. In an instant, though, he is all business.
"Yes, I know why you're here. But that money doesn't need to be paid just yet."[/b]
"Oh?"
"No, it doesn't. Because we've been booked against that pathetic stable in a match so I don't need to pay for Ivan's services,"[/b] Theodore explains. "This is simply a tag team match. Ivan's booked to team with me so he's going to anyway. No additional fees need to be paid for this week at least. I'll pay the extra sum when Ivan's being asked to deliver a specific attack on certain members of the roster. That's when he'll become a front line soldier. Right now he's still just backup."[/b]
"You really need to pay up," Jeremy repeats. "Ivan isn't averse to a loss and he'll happily leave you out there to rot on your own. You won't be able to win a two on one situation like that. And then, maybe, you might have wished that you'd have paid the money like we agreed."
Theodore actually laughs in Jeremy's face. The threat clearly didn't have the desired effect.
"Leave me out there? Have you done your research on me, Mr. Alexander? I'm not afraid to walk away from this match as well if it comes down to it. I can simply bide my time and hit them later. When I started this I was a lone man. I still have plans I can resort too if Ivan wants to back out of our agreement and not provide me with protection against them. So don't think you're going to get me to hand over large sums of cash for such a threat."[/b]
Jeremy grimaces slightly. He's been put in a much weaker negotiating position.
"And don't think of sending Ivan to intimidate me. At the very least he should still be covering my back due to earlier payments,"[/b] Theodore reminds the manager.
"But that's what I find so interesting," Jeremy suddenly says with a grin. "Because if Ivan walks out whilst you're in the ring. You're already out there. And you may then look for an opportunity to get out of there yourself, but you're isolated."
The last word stings Wellington slightly.
"And if I'm, let's say, a stable who feels threatened by you. I might just use that opportunity to get at you whilst you're tired, focused on someone else, and totally in the open. Not just two people. I was thinking more...the whole stable. Every...single...last...one. I'm just saying."
"But that's when you come in,"[/b] Wellington shoots back. "I pay you to stop that sort of shit as well."[/b]
"But not to take the assaults that you made him take a couple of weeks ago," Jeremy snarls. "As far as I'm concerned it's not just this week that you're paying for. It's the previous attack. And if that doesn't get paid, I guess Ivan's not tied to you at all."
Theodore's eyes switch from Jeremy, to Ivan, to Jeremy again.
"I'll leave you to decide what's best for yourself. But if we don't have the money by the tag team match. Ivan might just hang you out to dry. Don't rely on him to back you up because of hate he holds for Cole himself, either. Money is more important to him. And he can get revent on that wanker at any point. Just think about it."
Fade out.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:46:58 GMT -5
Star Wars Episode 7 (Thiago and Laron)
Later tonight, the Ali dubbed Team of Gloriousness will make their debut inside the ring against XX. Before their match however, preparation is key and so we tune in to the two of them seated in a new shared locker room.
Thiago: Why Thiago have to share room with that brawler of nonskill? Thiago need own room to meditate and practice jiu jitsu.
Laron: Why Nigga, is it ‘cause I’m black? ‘Cause if ya got a problem wit da color o’ a Nigga I will …
Ali: Peoples, prepare you must for your match against …
Laron: Nigga, why you be talkin’ like dat green Nigga Yoda.
Thiago: Thiago would armbar little green man. Force no match for Jujigatame! Victory by Armbar!
Laron: Nigga, dat muchkin would lop yo’ head off wit’ dat lightsaber ‘fo ya could grab his arm fo’ da armbar.
Thiago: Thiago would armbar the arm holding lightsaber.
Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammandi surveys the scene, the two men he is now tasked with uniting under a common goal showing no inclination of co-operating.
Laron: Nigga what sort o’ Jedi powers d’ ya got dat can stop dat shit.
Thiago: Thiago not need powers of Jedi, Thiago has Gracie Jiu Jitsu.
Laron: Ya an’ I already told ya Nigga, dat dey’d shoot yo’ ass back to Brazil ‘fore ya could get dem in dat armbar.
Ali: Thiago, Laron, this is no place for argument. You have match tonight against XX and must be team by then.
Laron turns and looks at Ali.
Laron: Nigga, we team buldin’ here, plus if we run int’ some Jedi den …
Thiago: Jedi are from movie, not real life. If they were real, Thiago would armbar there arms so they could not use lightsaber. Thiago tell you this, but Laron not listening.
Laron: Nigga, it’s not dat I ain’t list’nin’, it’s dat I can’ fuckin’ unde’stand ya.
Thiago: You WILL listen after Thiago armbar you.
Laron: Nigga if ya so much as try t’ armbar me, I will go all Darth Vader on yo’ brown ass.
Thiago: Thiago not Brown, Brown school of book learning, Thiago only learn Gracie Jujitsu.
Laron: No, da color, yo ass is brown, Nigga.
Thiago: Why you look at Thiago’s ass, Thiago is a man, Thiago does not engage in such activities. Man does not look at other man's ass.
Laron: Nigga, are you sayin’ I’m a fag.
Ali: Such words of hate! We should be wrestling with unity, no fight one ano …
Laron turns and looks at Nigerian Ali.
Laron: Nigga, why ya be talkin’ ‘bout wresltin’. Ya just a two bit Nigga, moonlightin’ as a manager.
Thiago: Do not insult Ali. Ali is good man and good manager. What you say to Ali, you say to Thiago. Thiago not like words you speak, Thiago Gracie does not stand around with words like that especially when talked towards Thiago's friends.
Laron: Nigga, I don’ give a fuck ‘bout what ya think. I’m gon’
Thiago: Thiago will armbar you if …
They’re interrupted as there is a knock at the door.
Ali: Boys, your match. Please, be nice and show world what Team of Gloriousness can do!
Thiago and Laron turn and look at each other before stepping out of the room as Ali follows, once again shaking his head.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:49:30 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: The Celestial Hierarchy: Level 4 - Powers
"So it will be at the end of the age; the angels will come forth and take out the wicked from among the righteous." - Matthew 13:49
A truer statement shall never be uttered upon the forsaken soil of the godless world that human beings call home. As the false prophet states, the righteous shall descend from the heavens above to smite the pagan souls that would dare live in direct violation of their utopia. The messengers and followers of the lord above, flying down like streaks of lightning in the night sky, their holy fire purging the sinful from the lands below in a towering inferno. The fire is all-consuming and forever burning; enveloping the entire planet in a raging inferno, the human understanding of Armageddon has finally struck the planet.
Yet even as the eternal fires burn, the ignorant masses still cling to the constantly dimming beacon of hope that someone shall arise from the ashes like a phoenix and alleviate their plight. They look to the crimson skies above even now, praying and pleading for their false messiah to send help, to help them escape the consequences of their actions. They know that all is their doing, the doing of beings infected with sin who refused to seek the cure in the name of pride and faith. Despite this, they still feel entitled to an alleviation of their pain, to a shining knight appearing from the darkness and smiting the horrifying enemy that they know they lack the power to stop on their own. It is here that yet again the cruel mistress irony bears down on the people, as their own self-supposed faith has become the very thought that shall culminate with their world's absolute destruction.
As the mindless drones cower on the land below, in the air the battle still rages on. With casualties increasing by the second the two sides continue their apocalyptic battle, the eternal struggle between good and evil continuing to rage on forevermore. The fourth of the nine heretical angel orders gather their troops and charge into battle against the darkness. The powers are acknowledged in the synthetic faith as the flag bearers of might, the army of light that shall charge into battle in the name of god to drive back the forces from hell. However, what stands before them is greater than anything the alternate realm of hell could offer, as they are entering into battle against the absolute ruler of creation itself...
The powers drive onward into battle, swearing on the vanquished souls of their comrades to smite the evil from the realm of god and lay repentance upon the one who seeks to trigger an early apocalypse. They look forward and see their enemies, their images contorting into darkened shapeless shadows, a mental manifestation of what they expect their foes to look like. They look down and see the masses, cowering in fear, pleading for help, all while steeling their own wills for the tasks ahead, for they know that they are about to encounter the outward manifestation of the creator’s perennial rage. They line up in appropriate formation, all while vainly believing that such actions will help increase their odds of success against their divine enemy. The archangel Camael stands in front, one of the few to survive his order's slaughter at the hands of the one who could very well be more evil than a thousand incarnations of Lucifer.
The powers finally reach the dark minions seeking to destroy the light that shines from the aura of their heavenly father and enter into battle with weapons raised high. It is a fierce struggle, comrades exploding into showers of blood and mutilated flesh as the dark ones are slowly driven back. The battlefield becomes a rainstorm of blood and bone, the fields being showered with the remnants of once living entities. Despite the casualties, the powers push forward, their heavy losses in the War of Heaven making them used to extreme loss in the course of battle. Finally, the last of the dark ones is vanquished by the blade of Camael. The forces of light, while decimated, stand victorious over the darkness. It looks as if the threat is over at last...
However, the façade of victory is quickly cast away when the dark messenger himself emerges from the darkness ahead and appears before the eyes of Camael. Brandishing the very blade smeared with the blood of his allies, the leader watches as the dark soul slides off his coat and exposes his earthly body to the elements of the very world he is trying to destroy. A light pulse of blackness emanating from his core, it becomes clear that the messenger has become the absolute embodiment of evil, hell bent on the destruction of any who would not follow his own way to salvation. Camael’s eyes go wide with fear at the side of the demon incarnate standing before him, seemingly feeling time come to a standstill as the two leaders appear ready to do battle in one final duel to the death.
The powers charge immediately to protect their realm, yet all suffer the same fate as their comrades before. Despite being alone, the dark soul is not touched once, his blade forever thirsting for more angelic blood as he strikes down warrior after warrior, all while holding the barren emptiness caused by the lack of a soul. Wave after wave of warriors charge, yet the end result never once changes. Soon afterwards, the dark one and Camael stand alone on the battlefield, blades in hand, prepared to discover once and for all what the fate of the world shall truly be.
Camael swings first to vanquish the demon before him, only for the dark soul to casually avoid the blow. Faster and faster the swings come, yet all meet nothing but emptiness, as the black monster dodges all. Camael gets desperate and swings wildly overhead, but it is here that his false messiah fails him. With one simple swing, the demon impales him through the chest cavity, smiling ever so slightly as the bones of his earthly body crack and break. The weapon drops and Camael falls to his knees, only for the dark one to quickly remove the blade and spin around, bringing the cold steel directly over the neck, decapitating the leader of the fourth order. The dark one merely laughs demonically and picks up the severed head, before crushing it with his bare hands. As the blood and brain matter seep over his arms, the dark one unleashes his hellacious fury in the form of a scream, a scream that warns the remaining orders that the powers have fallen. The darkness is one step closer to the destruction of god...
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:49:45 GMT -5
With the visual firmly in his mind, the trademark eyes snap open and reality once again consumes the senses of the black soul. As he rests his weary mind from intense mental training, the dark being known as The Scorpion remains in a relaxed state and maintains serenity over his own emotions. Resting his back against a wall, Scorpion's arms are spread open against the heavy wood of a cross, his own personal mockery of Christ. Seemingly reveling in the fact that he is imitating the well-known visual of a crucified Jesus, the black spirit slowly cracks the slightest of smiles at the thought of the mental anguish his visual causes to those that view it. As the grand size of the cathedral breeds only total silence, the dark soul continues to mock the lord in his own house.
With this position maintained, The Scorpion simply closes his eyes once more and sighs deeply before speaking aloud to his heavenly father...
The Scorpion: The fourth has been vanquished my lord. The fourth of the nine heretical orders that would support false faith and salvation has been decimated and completely destroyed by my merciless hand. As the resistance weakens my lord, so forth does your holy will gain strength among the sin-infested masses that dominate our once pure world. Mother Earth cries out to me father, crying out in pain and anguish from the torment the mindless pagan drones enact upon her. The worthless wastes, the pawns who would not follow their dictated places in the Grand Design, it is they that we must destroy if our beloved Eden is to be resurrected for the faithful. My father, thou who would bring eternal serenity to all who follow your word, heed the words of your greatest son. The godless pagans are seemingly unreachable, ever so stubborn and blinded by their own self-proclaimed greatness that they refuse to yield to the inevitability of your victory over the false messiah. They constantly send drones after your messenger my lord, all in vain hopes of an impossible victory. Even now they are sent father, a worthless infidel by the name of Trace Birmingham, a fighter held in high regard due to his supposed possession of a physical skill set that allegedly grants him power. However, like all the rest, his inferior brain power shall assure his damnation, as no sinful drone could fathom matching the mind power of one who is aligned with the true god of creation. Dear Higher One, this worthless ram shall be sacrificed upon the altar in your holy name; bask dearly in his flowing river of blood. Just as I vanquished Camael from the fourth order, I shall vanquish first Trace Birmingham and then the wretched sinner known as Chris Phenomenal from his earthly brethren. Higher One, hear my thoughts and prayers, the golden aura of heaven that shines before me is eternal, I shall fight with all I have to further your holy will!
With that final plea, The Scorpion removes himself from the cross and casually walks forward, aiming for the pulpit situated in the circular cathedral's center. He turns his head slowly and gazes at the large stained glass depiction of Christ's crucifixion on the wall, also eying the three marks his blade has gouged into the stone wall beneath the pane. He lets it divert his intention for only a mere moment however, as he soon reaches his destination and quickly steps onto the wooden platform.
The black soul casually looks to his right and finds his beloved blade, still impaled through the Bible page and wood as he left it last time, an obvious indication that he has not visited the cathedral in several days. He quickly grabs the hilt and removes the sword from the wood, watching as the ripped paper slowly drifts back down to the splintered wooden boards. With his blade once again in hand, he casually walks off of the platform and goes to the nearby pews, finding the Bible lying directly where he left it on the second pew.
The Scorpion casually drops the sword onto the cushioned seat below and looks to sit down, but then suddenly stops and throws back his trench coat. It is now that it becomes known that Scorpion holds the symbol of his oppression against the world on his chiseled body. With a simple movement of the hands, he quickly removes the long white rose sticking out of the interior coat pocket and holds it in his hands gingerly as he sits down on the pew beside the book and sword.
It is here that The Scorpion holds the flower in his hands gently, gazing at it with a hybrid look of confusion and anger, asking himself the same question he has asked oh so many times before, wondering how in the world this creation in his hands could override the human spirit's natural tendencies for salvation. Many have often asked why the white rose has come to be his symbol, and the simple answer is that it is the white rose that is so often utilized in human literature to highlight the goodness and purity of the human world. The object and what it represents is so coveted, that the drones would sacrifice eternal paradise in order to obtain it. Why does it hold such power? Why does human pride covet that which is the most worthless in the grand scheme of things? After all, the message of the flower is based on an inherent lie, as there is no worth in human society due to the permeation of sin.
Apparently he decides an answer is unneeded, as he quickly sits the flower down by his side and picks up the Bible, quickly flipping to the New Testament and locating the book of Matthew. Once there, he moves his pale eyes quickly over the pages, eventually stopping on chapter 13, verse 49. He quickly reads the passage before him, the testament stating that the righteous shall be weeded out from among the damned. Though the statement is indeed true, The Scorpion instead reads with disgust, as the context indicates that the false messiah would decide the requirements for salvation when it is in fact the job of his beloved father the Higher One.
As he holds the written heresy in his hands, The Scorpion casually drops his head and closes his eyes, resembling a normal churchgoer, but instead calls out to his father above, the very being that the normal churchgoers would denounce as evil...
The Scorpion: Father, how is it that the human cortex does not find the illogicality of their scenarios? How are they so overfilled with pride that they believe that their abilities can override the word of the one true god? Do they really believe that the false prophet can protect them from damnation, even when I have slaughtered nearly half of their heretical orders? My father, you hold a vision and logic far greater than I, therefore I implore you to please answer my call. While I leave that task to you, I shall concentrate on my task before me, that being the obliteration of the pagan masses, continuing on with Birmingham first and then Chris Phenomenal once I encounter him. He comes like all the others father, stupidly craving that which he is unworthy to hold. He covets the symbol of power father, perhaps desiring the symbol so as to give the false impression that he himself holds true power. Alas, it is no chore of mine to try and deduce his insane logic; my purpose is only to ensure that his damnation comes swiftly and without mercy. I am hated by all dear father, a lone soldier working his way through the networks of our foes. Regardless, my loyalty and devotion to your holy word remains steadfast. Let the one called Trace Birmingham come; he shall merely be eliminated like all the rest. I will never allow anyone to take away that which is in your name my father. I will battle with all I have to ensure that the false idea of human purity manifested in this flower is never placed back in the minds of the godless pagan drones. Just as I crushed Camael's severed head with my bare hands, I shall crush the hopes and dreams of the people of this world. I am the living nightmare Higher One; I am the specter of darkness that haunts the inner recesses of the human mind. I am the embodiment of all that is hated and feared. With this most recent destruction the process shall gain both speed and efficiency, drawing us oh so closer to the destruction of the false god who would dare attempt to draw away potential followers of the Grand Design. I shall not let it occur father, even if it costs me everything. No matter what the cost, your will shall be done! You are my only reason for existence father; my soul is devoted only to the holy cause!
With this done, The Scorpion gently lays the flower on the back of the pew and returns to the pulpit with both the Bible and sword in hand. Once there, he performs the same ritual as all the others, as he rips the page out from the text and lays is softly on the wooden beams before jamming the blade of the sword straight through the paper and wood. With this done, The Scorpion breaks from tradition and does not leave the sword impaled, instead grabbing it and heading for the large stained glass window.
He reaches the large window pane in short order and looks below to the stone of the wall, eying the three marks that have already been forged through the toil of the sword's sharp edge. The Scorpion now repeats that same toil, making another inch long mark in the stone, directly beside of the first mark made, all while apparently aiming for a pattern of three columns with three marks long each.
With the mark in place, it appears that Scorpion's intentions are completed as he slowly trudges back toward the pulpit. Upon reaching the platform, he casually gazes over and sees the holes in the wood from his impalements, as well as the ripped and tattered bits of paper that once held the heretical words of the false prophet and his illegitimate son. Seeing the sight seemingly fills The Scorpion with a sense of honor and passion, and the dark soul almost actually smiles, but falls short of performing an action he has seemingly forgotten how to perform.
The black spirit quickly grabs the flower from its position and quickly reinserts it into his interior coat pocket before turning to leave, but slowly turns and gazes back into the stained glass before speaking once more...
The Scorpion: And thus my departure commences as the time for battle draws ever closer. Father, I will not fail you, not as long as oxygen powers my earthly body. The one called Chris Phenomenal will find out firsthand the price he must pay for his sacrilege. As the seraphic radiance consumes my soul I become more and more an instrument bred only for annihilation and destruction. I can feel the all-consuming power, the radiant heat of angelic light that will heal all physical wounds and empower me to inflict physical pain. The symbol that I utilize is merely that, a fake symbol, a symbol of absolute nothingness. Yet despite this, both Trace Birmingham and Chris Phenomenal see it necessary to sacrifice their existence for the idea it represents. None the matter, as any unsaved soul must perish at the hands of the son of god. With four of the orders vanquished we are ever so closer my lord, there is no turning back now. With the power given to me by your golden light I shall smite the black demons from our holy land. It is not I who am the demon father, but instead the pagans who would dare defy the will of god. I stand steadfast as the Inquisition of the modern age father; all heretics shall perish at the hands of the righteous! I will make an example from the one called Birmingham in a vain attempt to get the masses to release the chains of emotion that bind them to human incompetence. No matter my outcome I shall continue to fight for you. Higher One, you are the alpha and omega of eternity, the guiding light in a world consumed by darkness. With your guidance, paradise shall be returned. Fear not for my success father, as I will do all to assure you your rightful position as ruler of euphoria. Blessed is the eternal will of god, let your will be expressed through your son! With your strength I shall smite all who would defy us father, we shall soon reign supreme!
With that final statement, The Scorpion slowly readjusts his trench coat and raises the sword to eye level. As he admires his reflection in the blade, the black essence utters one last simple phrase...
The Scorpion: Four down, five to go...
With that, The Scorpion slowly walks to the doors and kicks them open, walking forward before disappearing into the cool night air...
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:50:45 GMT -5
Match 2: Laron Xavier and Thiago Gracie vs. Ross and Spike Lambert Credit: Jake Steele
This contest starts off with Ross and Thiago, Thiago and Ross lock up but this method of grappling is quickly destroyed as Ross knees Thiago into his stomach, and he elbows him in the back of his head, dropping Thiago on a knee. Ross charges to the ropes, and comes back with a flying elbow but Thiago dodges it and hit’s a swift kick to the back of Lambert’s head. Lambert drops like a fly, and Thiago pins. An two count suffices. Thiago tags in Laron, who comes in charged up, Ross being thrown into the corner, he tags his brother in and Spike is quickly put away as he Laron catches him off the top rope with the Tiger Feint Kick. He pins, fast contest, three count.
Winners: Laron and Thiago
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:52:30 GMT -5
Segment: Burying the Hatchet (Credit: Freeman/Sen)
The camera fades in to show the locker-room of Ascendancy. Inside is the #1 contender for the world heavyweight championship – Jason Freeman. He sits calmly in a chair, deep in thought. Perhaps he is reflecting on the events of last week’s contract signing. After being punched in the nose by Danny Mainer he had bled a great deal, but it had been worth it. Danny Mainer was not in the building tonight. Suspension. Well, that was all good, but Freeman knew there was more to come. Perhaps Freeman is thinking forward to the fact that in less than three weeks he will be stepping inside the ring with Mainer himself on pay-per-view. A match that he cannot allow himself to lose. Or perhaps Freeman is merely waiting for someone to enter the room.
The door opens slowly, and this brings Freeman out of his thoughts. He looks up to see “Senator” Steve Phillips entering the room. Phillips does not seem happy, and that is understandable. His issues with Dan White have certainly put him in a bad mood, and tonight those issues are far from over. Upon seeing Freeman, Phillips is far from cheered up. Their conversations have not been the most pleasant ones as of late. When Phillips enters, Freeman speaks.
Freeman: Sit, Phillips. We must talk.
There is a momentary hesitation from the Senator himself, but after a second he sits into a chair that is across from Freeman. The two men look across at each other, both possibly reflecting on the history the two have had in the past.
Senator: If this is going to be another diatribe about how I am not pulling my weight in Ascendancy then I will---
Freeman: No, Phillips. It isn’t. Quite the contrary, in fact.
Well this is a change of pace. It has seemed that every time these two have spoken since the formation of Ascendancy, there have been sparks flying. Is it possible that they can have a civil conversation?
Freeman: The issues between us have gone too far. While I was not exactly happy with your level of involvement in the past, it’s time to move forward. You were added to this stable for a reason, and I believe that our arguments have inhibited that purpose. As you said, we were supposed to strategize, and I haven’t been including you in that lately. Perhaps I should have. Perhaps I was stubborn.
Senator: I hardly believe my ears. Is Jason Freeman admitting to a flaw? This may be a first.
Freeman: I’m not flawless. Just more so than most.
Senator: So you now admit your folly? All the scheming that has been done behind my back, without so much as a hint as to your plans. The actions taken without any consultation. Above all, the addition of Jon Taylor to Ascendancy. All of a sudden you now apologize? How interesting.
Freeman: Well, as you said, there’s a first time for everything.
Senator: I am sure. What I find suspect is the timing. Is it not simply that you have realized that your attitude was very close to tearing Ascendancy apart, and once you finally signed your contract to face Danny Mainer at Seven Deadly Sins you wanted to keep everybody on good terms? Do not try to come to me as if you have decided to smooth things over for the sake of it. The only reason you come to me now is because you fear your power slipping, and you fear losing my support.
Freeman: Well, well. It seems you’ve figured me out. Very good. Of course the fact that I’ve now officially set the date of my world title shot may have changed my attitude. But can you blame me? You’re a politician are you not? You would do the same thing. Now I need this group to remain strong more than ever, and if that means burying the hatchet with you, then that’s what I’ll do.
Senator: And once again, it is all about Freeman.
Freeman: And you’ve known from the beginning it was going to be nothing less.
This of course, is true. There never was any attempt to hide it. Jason Freeman is all about himself, and Ascendancy (for him at least) is all about himself as well. Knowing Freeman as well as he did, the Senator knew exactly what he was signing up for. Perhaps Freeman did want the success of the other members of his group, but all in all, it just came back to how that success would benefit him. And the very fact that Phillips had agreed to their deal meant that he really could not complain. Freeman awaits an answer, as Phillips tries to think of a good one. He comes up with nothing.
Senator: I cannot deny that fact.
Freeman: Then why stick on it? Whether or not I have a reason for burying the hatchet now, that is what I intend to do, and from this point forward perhaps we shall collaborate more. And our first act of collaboration will be to discuss Jon Taylor and Ryan Cole.
Senator: Well, what do you want to hear? I know that as for Ryan Cole, your heart must have pounded when you thought he had won the world championship. What would you have done then?
Freeman: It doesn’t matter…it didn’t come to it.
Senator: He very nearly destroyed your perfect plan. Perhaps you have not given him enough credit?
Freeman: He has risen more quickly than I could imagine…however it is not to worry. He is no threat to me. Danny Mainer was preoccupied. Since my actions he hasn’t been the same, and it was this that allowed Cole to almost get the upset. Ryan Cole knows his place.
Senator: And you already know what I have to say about Taylor! He has never changed, if my discussion with him was any indication.
This is news to Freeman, and he leans forward in his chair slightly.
Freeman: What’s this? You had a discussion with Jon Taylor?
The Senator pauses. He thinks to himself about his conversation with Jon Taylor. Taylor in that conversation had some words to say about Phillips, but also about Freeman himself. If he was going to collaborate with Freeman, he would have to tell him what was said…but yet something draws him back. Is it possible the words of Taylor have stuck with him however subconsciously? He refuses to accept that…but yet still, he decides to keep the conversation to himself. But as he pauses, he notices the way Freeman is eyeing him, and Freeman’s eyes always seem to be searching. They seem to take in more than should be possible. Has he managed to realize exactly what has been going on behind his back already?
Senator: Well, I am not so sure one could call it a discussion. It was more of a three minute ego trip for Jon Taylor.
Freeman: What did he say, Phillips?
Senator: The usual. If you have had one conversation with the man, you have had them all.
Freeman: Are you sure that’s all?
Senator: Of course.
Freeman: Interesting. Well, I have begun to think that Jon Taylor may begin to be more trouble than he is worth.
Senator: Well, then why keep him around? YOU were the one that wanted him here, need I remind you of that?
Freeman: And I still do. He won the Entertainment Championship in a matter of weeks. I knew from the beginning he would be useful. He’s exactly what I need in this stable. But for high reward, high risk must be taken. He’s a man that is hard to keep chained down for very long. It doesn't matter to me. I am confident he will not be able make any blow to Ascendancy, ego or not. And no matter what he is thinking, as long as he continues to assist, he is proving himself useful. He is, as I said, not much different than myself. That is how I know that I must be wary of him. But regardless, Ascendancy is going to complete their domination at Seven Deadly Sins, and I have faith that he will continue to remain with us.
Senator: If you are going to take my advise now, perhaps you should not trust these men so readily. Both Ryan Cole and Jon Taylor are dangerous, and more dangerous than you give them credit for.
Freeman: Excuse me, Senator, but have you forgotten something?
Freeman stands up slowly, and focuses his eyes on the Senator. Those cold eyes that seem to cut into the soul. It is in that moment that Phillips remembers that despite all of Freeman's calm words, inside he is cold, calculating, and unstable. There is always something hidden beneath the skin.
Freeman: I’m dangerous as well.
And Freeman turns and opens the door, walking out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway, leaving the Senator to look after him and ponder what has been said. So many combustible elements all thrown together. So far, they had worked (somehow.) But could it hold for long? Every day, the Senator becomes more and more sure that this group will remain short-lived. But if they could stay together, then Freeman would be right. They truly would be unstoppable. Once again, the Senator thinks back to Jon Taylor’s words. Why exactly was he doing this? He wasn’t even sure himself. But he had other matters to think about now. Namely, Dan White. Steve Phillips attempts to forget about this discussion, and forget about Ascendancy for now. It is time to think about his plans for tonight.
Fade.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 21:53:16 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: A Method to the Madness
Maxwell McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, we are now going to cut to the backstage area, where our resident reporter Kevin Anderson is currently settled with a VERY unenviable task!
Eddie Edison: Anderson apparently lost some type of bet to his bosses, because he’s been charged with attempting to interview The Scorpion. Given Scorpion’s wars with Chris Phenomenal lately, I certainly wouldn’t want to be Kevin right now.
The cameras now cut backstage to see Kevin Anderson walking down a long hallway filled with doors. Apparently having been pre-informed of his destination, Kevin walks forward with a slight trepidation, remembering what has happened in the past. Nevertheless, he has a job to do and continues walking until he sees one of the doors slightly ajar. He slowly sighs as he nudges the door open and motions for the cameraman to follow him. He’s immediately knocked back by the overpowering presence of stale air and dust, as the room is apparently an aged storage room of some type, covered in spider webs.
Kevin Anderson: Again with the dark and dreary abandoned rooms. Doesn’t this wackjob ever go someplace normal?
Kevin continues wading through the long rows of boxes before a very faint orange hue off to his left quickly diverts his attention. Sensing that he may have found his target, he quickly snakes around the boxes and finds the source of the hue around a large steel set of shelves. Seated on the ground rests the unmistakable figure of The Scorpion, his trench coat stretched along the floor as his back rests against the wall. On the floor beside him sits a single candle, the source of the gentle orange light that provides just enough light to see clearly. Interestingly however, The Scorpion does not rest in his usual state of meditation. Instead, the dark soul is seated on the floor staring forward with intense focus, for clutched in his gloved right hand is yet another white rose. He stares intently at the flower, almost analyzing every inch of the plant-life and attempting to draw subliminal messages from it.
Kevin audibly gulps from nervousness as he leans forward with the microphone and attempts to complete the task he was sent for.
Kevin Anderson: Mr. Scorpion? I was wondering if we could get an update on your physical condition and why you chose not to compete last week on Warfare?
The Scorpion pays no attention to Kevin as he continues to stare at the flower, almost seemingly unaware of Kevin’s presence in the room. Kevin looks at the cameraman in confusion, but eventually tries again.
Kevin Anderson: Mr. Scorpion, must we go through this every time? I know you love being alone but can you please toss me a bone here?
The Scorpion again doesn’t acknowledge Kevin or even look his way, but he does speak aloud in a very soft, almost serene voice.
The Scorpion: As the old adage notes, when one door closes, another one opens. How we live our lives is an indication of whether or not the good happenings we encounter are worth suffering through the bad. However, what the old adages don’t take into account is the fact that the majority of human life is one without choice. There are many factors that dictate the course of our lives, but rarely is choice among them. Oftentimes we are thrust into situations we both did not ask for and do not deserve, yet we are still saddled with the responsibility of trying to make it as best we can. Life can be worth living and at the same time be worth ending. Isn’t this paradox bizarre? We have no control over our lives as humans; therefore oftentimes the best course of action is to simply drift along the waves of fate. No matter what pain we suffer, we must persevere. After all, isn’t that our purpose for living?
Kevin looks at the cameraman with a look of absolute confusion on his face, seemingly acknowledging that despite being spoken in English, he once again has no idea what the young zealot is talking about.
Kevin Anderson: Mr. Scorpion, I don’t understand. Can’t you just answer my…
The Scorpion immediately throws up his left palm in a manner to silence Kevin. He seemingly takes the hint and slowly steps back as The Scorpion speaks once again.
The Scorpion: The hands of a clock are perhaps the most poignant of all symbols that this world can provide. We rely on clocks for more than we can imagine, because in addition to living in a world governed by balance, we also live in a world governed by time. Time is the greatest commodity that can be traded and the most precious gift that one can give. You ask why I would not physically battle and instead seek mental war against Chris Phenomenal? You should already know that answer. The answer…is simply a matter of time.
Kevin once again looks confused and thinks about speaking, but eventually thinks better of it and lets the bizarre man in front of him continue.
The Scorpion: Chris Phenomenal can put on his façade of bravado and claim that he is not worried; however when a selfish man has his status threatened, worry is an unavoidable natural reaction. He will not admit it, but Chris Phenomenal is a slave to time, because as human beings we all are. No matter how great he may be, Chris Phenomenal may only exert dominance, rather legitimate or manifested, as long as time allows him to. I know that my words hold little sway in this world due to my tendency to speak the truth instead of telling people what they want to hear, but I swear on what little bit of a life I have left that I speak the truth. Chris Phenomenal may be a king among men, but time is his master just like it is mine. And time is on my side. With every passing second his already fragile mental psyche cracks under pressure just that much more. The physical interaction is a release for him, a means of relieving the stress. Why do you think I refused physical confrontation for so long? Because doing so hurts him more.
Kevin Anderson: So you let yourself take those brutal beatings to hurt him in your own sick way?
The Scorpion continues looking at the flower and actually smirks slightly at the statement.
The Scorpion: Sick? What is so sick about hurting one’s enemy in the worst way possible? What is sick about going about a situation as the lord above decrees? Kevin Anderson, do you find it sick to follow God’s word? Do you find it sick to be a saint among a cesspool of sinners? Do you mean to tell me that you forsake God’s will in the name of fear?
The Scorpion now turns his head and glares at Kevin, who has now noticeably begun to sweat. He fumbles for the microphone and finally blurts out an answer.
Kevin Anderson: No…no not at all Mr. Scorpion. I’m just trying to get a read on you and why you do what you do. I don’t demean your beliefs or anything of the sort…
The Scorpion: Then it appears that I’ve misjudged you. An unfortunate drawback of the human form. Alas, what’s done is done. You are not my target; hence I shall let your malfeasance slide on this night. I suggest you savor this opportunity to remove yourself. I am done reveling my methods and plans for eradicating the virus of humanity.
With those final words, The Scorpion slowly turns back to the rose and resumes his trance-like state. Seemingly knowing that he’s dodged the proverbial bullet, Kevin quickly exits the room and the camera slowly fades to black…
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