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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 22:17:25 GMT -5
Returning from commercial break, Chris Phenomenal is seen storming through the halls. Still in his wrestling attire fresh off his ‘victory’ in the beat the clock challenge against Joseph Harpo thanks to the assault by Frank Washington. As he nears the exit, Kevin Anderson finally manages to catch up to him.
Kevin: Chris, certainly that isn’t how you wanted to win the beat the clock challenge?
Chris: What do you fuckin’ think Kevin? I just got my head slammed into the mat by a nobody, a man who couldn’t carry my jockstrap in the ring and now he’s taking me down. I’ve spent the past six weeks talking about how I’m going to take care of him and reclaim my spot atop ACW and then Frank fuckin’ Washington takes me out …
Kevin: That being said though, at least you get to pick the stipulation in your match against Scorpion at Seven Deadly Sins.
Chris: Is that supposed to be some consolation Kevin, that’s like kissing your sister.
Kevin: I …
Chris: No, you see that’s what this sort of bullshit has done. I’m quoting ‘The Soul of the worlds ass crack’ TJ. Nothing and nothing …. That son of a bitch?
Kevin: What?
Chris: TJ, this is all on him. Frank Washington just appearing out of the nowhere? I’m supposed to watch my back and then this goes and happens.
Kevin: Why would TJ trust Frank Washington though, especially considering what happened earlier this year.
Chris: Time heals all wounds Kevin and when you’re united by a common enemy, things seem to happen.
Kevin: So you believe this attack was at TJ’s hands?
Chris: No, George Jefferson’s.
Kevin: Fair enough, so what stipulation are you going to choose for your match?
Chris: I don’t know Kevin, I’m going to figure this all out and then look at that.
Kevin: I am …
Kevin can’t finish his sentence before he gets the back of Chris as he storms off heading towards the exit as we cut away again.
Credit: CP
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 22:20:14 GMT -5
Segment: No injury stops Taylor from being annoying! Credit: Jon Taylor The scene opens up with a shot of Jon Taylor sat on a medical bed, holding an icepack to the back of his head. Taylor is currently in the medical section of the arena being treated having just moments ago being assaulted by his rival TJ out at ringside. In a brutal attack Taylor was not only a victim of a steel chair attack but was on the end of TJ's finishing move as well. A nurse applies pressure to the gauze on Taylor's forehead, he grimaces and clenches his teeth.Jon Taylor: Christ, you call yourself a medical professional?! You're supposed to fix me not hurt me, damn Mexicans!As the Nurse mumbles something under her breath Taylor continues to show his disapproval despite the fact she is an American just like him, not that it even matters. The Nurse removes the gauze to reveal a nice little laceration. As a few droplets of blood drip down the Nurse reaches out for a wipe to clean the laceration. She then opens the drawer next to the bed and produces what is known to most as butterfly stitches. She prepares them to place on Taylor, unfortunately for her however, the patient isn't so keen...Jon Taylor: What? No! Sod off! I don't need any kiddie stitches. Hell, the only reason you got me in here in the first place was security dragged me. I'm fine - see!A defiant Taylor sets out to prove he is uninjured the only way Taylor can - by hitting his laceration of course! Needless to say the result is as expected...Jon Taylor: MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRRR!Taylor nearly falls off the bed as he jumps from the pain. The Nurse merely looks on shaking her head and tutting. With Taylor recoiling from the pain the Nurse takes the opportunity to be able to do her job and slaps the stitches onto Taylor's laceration. Taylor yelps again and responds with a cold glare at the Nurse who ignores him. Taylor being the petulant idiot he is considers tearing off the stitches in an act of defiance, however he is an even bigger wuss and thus decides to leave them be. He hops off of the bed and has a parting message for the unfortunate nurse.Jon Taylor: Well then Rosa, I think I best be off to do my job properly, unlike you!A frustrated and in pain Taylor gingerly exits the room leaving the grateful Nurse behind. Despite the beating he just took Taylor has plenty of things still in his mind to take care of tonight. One of them being the very man that just inflicted the injuries he was just treated for. Taylor may be impulsive at times, however he isn't foolish and even knows that going to TJ's locker room guns blazing not 100% isn't the best strategy on offer. Instead, he makes his way over towards the other side of the building where the ACW Owner's office sits, Samuel Hawthorne. Taylor walks past several backstage staff who glance over curiously, surprised to see him still roaming around. Taylor blocks everything out, determined to "talk" to Hawthorne...that is until the monitors suddenly come alive. He looks up at the nearest one to see a recap of the destruction that he just felt first hand. He stops, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth and the veins in his forehead begin to throb. His ex-ally Showtime is seen throwing Taylor into the ring which leads to him being on the devastating receiving end up of a chair shot and P.O.D. Taylor continues glare at the monitor...Jon Taylor: Son of a bitch!Taylor stares at the monitor motionless for several moments more before without warning suddenly breaking into a run, clearly not in any mood to waste anymore time. Everyone around looks on in astonishments as Taylor pushes past anyone in his way before coming into the area where Hawthorne's office is situated. He finally stops outside it and without knocking or any form of warning immediately opens the door, slamming it open against the wall. Needless to say Hawthorne is taken a back from this loud sound, and blinks as he looks over to see just what the hell is going on hell.Samuel Hawthorne: Just what the hell do you think you are doing, Taylor? Rushing into MY office, uninvited no less!Taylor releases the door handle, approaching Hawthorne who is sat down at his desk dressed in a smart suit. Taylor breathes heavily having just sprinted a good way, and instead of taking a seat he decides to prop himself on Hawthorne's desk, leaning on it by placing his hands on it. Hawthorne raises an eyebrow but waits for Taylor to say something.Jon Taylor: You're telling me you have the nerve to question my uninvited presence, moments after TJ aided by Showtime attacked me out at ringside...uninvited no less. Correct me if I'm wrong, Hawthorne?Samuel Hawthorne: Be that as it may Taylor, just because someone else may act above the law, doesn't mean you can. And I can assure--Before Hawthorne can finish Taylor butts in as usual.Jon Taylor: To hell I can't! And you can assure me what, Third World level healthcare? Because if that's the case, then I agree! Samuel Hawthorne: Please, Taylor, calm yourself for one moment. I can tell you right now that what TJ did out there will have repercussions. No ONE can go around in MY company and do what they want--Jon Taylor: I-do-not-care Hawthorne! You can promise repercussions all you like, but the only repercussions that will send TJ a message is when I put my foot through his front teeth!Hawthorne sighs, clearly not getting very far with the easily angered Taylor who only seems to be growing more agitated by the second.Samuel Hawthorne: And if you do that you will find yourself in just as much trouble as TJ. The best thing you can do--Jon Taylor: Is find that big oaf and Taylor Made his face into tomorrow?Samuel Hawthorne: .... Jon Taylor: What? Cat got your tongue, Hawthorne? Pressure of running a company full idiots and posers like TJ and Showtime finally send you over the edge? Or was it--Samuel Hawthorne: THAT IS IT! Enough, Taylor! I neither have the time nor the patience to deal with your arguements, and if you insist on taking care of this yourself I am telling you now you will have more to worry about than simply TJ!It is clear Hawthorne has finally got to the end of his tether with Taylor as he bites the bait and finally barks back at the Beverly Hills resident.Samuel Hawthorne: Now, what did you want before I have security throw you out the arena to prevent any more potential confrontations tonight? Is it a match with TJ, because after what he did at tonight that is something I may be able to help you with.Taylor smirks as Hawthorne offers him a good prospect, at least in his eyes, and Hawthorne breathes a sigh of relief hopefuly that things are going to finally go somewhere.Jon Taylor: A match with TJ, you say? Oh no, not in the slightest. See, I beat his ass for my title at Hello Goodbye why would I want to face him AGAIN? No, after what he pulled tonight I am MORE than capable of taking care of my own business. The reason I'm here is simply to ask who I'm defending my title against next week. See, despite that shit TJ pulled out there tonight, and the fact there isn't a man on the roster worthy of facing me, I know that a CHAMPION has to defend his title. Unlike Danny Mainer Taylor relaxes backing off as Hawthorne sizes him up, surprised by Taylor's sudden change of behaviour.Samuel Hawthorne: Look Taylor, if you're planning something here, trust me it's not worth it--Jon Taylor: Jeez! You ask me a question and won't give me an answer, make your freakin' mind up Hawthorne! Maybe I should get you a dummies guide to running ACW or something. Ginger could of used one too now I think of it... Samuel Hawthorne: Ugh, I've had enough of your antics for one night, Taylor. Anyway, your title defence is still to be determined. However, rest assured your opponent will be worthy just like your last one was. Jon Taylor: Organised as usual I see, Hawthorne. Well I'm out, until next time Sammy!Taylor turns around and leaves, not even waiting for a reply, knowing he isn't going to get one. As he leaves the devilish look returns to the eyes of Taylor. It remains unclear what is going through the head of Taylor but going to Hawthorne in regards to a simple title defence was not it. As Hawthorne suspected, it seems as though as if a revenge plan is already formulating in the head of Taylor, and that was merely something to throw the scent off. The questions that remain are where and when.
Fade.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 22:20:56 GMT -5
Future Plans Credit: Ivan Boreanaz & Theodore Wellington
We open to find Ivan, dressed to compete, sitting in his locker room. He is merely sitting on a steel chair in the otherwise bare locker room and staring forwards. Jeremy is leaning against the wall checking his expensive rolex watch.
"Looks like time's up," he comments. "Your first contract has been terminated, Ivan. We're back to being fully open to business. In the meantime it appears we now have two sets of targets."
This gets Ivan's interest. The big man cocks his head towards his manager.
"Who will die?" he asks.
"Cole. Obviously. We both know that him and his pet are going to go down for that attack on you. And the second is now Wellington. He made a grave mistake screwing you over and messing you around. A mistake that will be his last."
"Who's last mistake are we talking about here?"[/b]
Ivan and Jeremy turn to see Theodore Wellington in the doorway with a laptop. He brings it over and shows it to Jeremy.
"I press this button and the money will all be transfered."[/b]
"You're leaving things late," Jeremy warns. "Perhaps too late."
"Which is why I can to see you first. I won't send the money without a personal guarantee that the arangement will continue as planned."[/b]
Jeremy smiles and opens his arms warmly towards Wellington.
"Of course you can have a guarantee. I'm a businessman. And in business slights have to be accepted all the time. But when it comes down to it if you pay, you will get our service."
"Good. That's just what I wanted to hear. And what I thought I'd hear if you were half the businessman your resume suggests."[/b]
"Any particular plans for the match I should know about?"
"Apart from the obvious? Plans other than to simply Annihilate?"[/b]
Jeremy smiles. He knows that's a good enough plan for Ivan so there's no point in pushing it further.
"And for further weeks?"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. We are still only two. Ivan remains only one man. Even if he's worth more. It's important we take out those in front of us before moving on."[/b]
"I agree," Jeremy says with a nod. "One at time. Let those who remain standing just fear the inevitable."
Jeremy smirks at the plan for destruction the two are plotting. But he remembers an important matter. The thing that pushes his world along; Money.
So he motions to the laptop.
"So press the button and let's go and destroy a stable."
Theodore hits enter.
"Let's go and destroy a stable."[/b]
The two smile to each other as Ivan grunts and rises to his feet. Fade out.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 22:22:44 GMT -5
Main Event: Theodore Wellington and Ivan Boreanaz vs. Ryan Cole Credit: Jake Steele
“I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT”
The lights are darkened and a white limo pulls up as close to the ramp as it can. A spot light goes on to the door of the limo and Theodore jumps out. He looks around with a smile and then he makes his way down the ramp and to the ring. He gets up the steps and wipes his feet before getting in the ring.
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 shoes
Theodore walks around in the ring, dusting his self off as he shows off a smile to the fans, knowing he’ll have this in the bag as his partner comes out…
The Serbian National Anthem begins to play over the speaker system and the fans in attendance show their dislike for foreigners (as always seems to happen). Ivan Boreanaz emerges with a scowl on his face, dressed to compete, and a grinning Jeremy Alexander follows him out. The two make there way to the ring; Ivan the picture of focus and Jeremy shouting this and that to the fans; as the national anthem continues towards its conclusion.
“Rebirthing” by Skillet hit’s the PA System as the solo Ryan Cole makes his way out from the back, after losing his tag team partner and bodyguard Dominic Campbell earlier in the night due to premeditated circumstances, Cole tonight has an handful to go up against this go around. He makes his way down the ramp, stares both men down and looks at them with preparation in his eyes. Instead of playing it safe though, he dashes into the ring and lunges himself at Wellington.
Bell Rings.
Cole shoots off rapid punches and kicks to the sternum and face of Wellington, who is taken aback by them, but clearly not for long as Ivan catches Cole with an grimacing big boot which knocks Cole onto his ass. Ivan lifts up Cole and he irish whips him to the corner, not hesitating to charge towards him at fullspeed with an full body press. Ivan crushes Cole underneath him, and he slides down to the mat. Wellington loves what he sees, as he climbs on top of Cole and begins pounding his brain in with hard clutched punches to his skull, trying his damnest to crack it open and get just a little bit of blood out of this young man. Wellington doesn’t stop, as the ref tries to balance this out. He first tells Ivan to go to his corner, who obliges. Though when he tries to tell Wellington to back off, he only continues until the five count is brought into play. Eventually after four, Wellington stops and he raises his hands in the air, giving Cole brief time to breathe.
The keyword to that being brief, as just as soon as Cole can find himself getting up to even one knee, Wellington pounces right back on him with fists and elbows, which causes the ref to actually jump into the action and pull him off once again. Wellington waits for about five seconds to back off, until he pounces back on Cole from behind, and he lifts him up and downwards on his neck with a back body drop. First pinfall of the match.
ONE…
TWO…
Kickout!
Wellington scoops up Cole and he puts him into an suplex position, just taking advantage of this cruel situation. He aims to life Cole up, but Cole uses his instinct and blocks it with his own leg. He elbows the side of Wellington, turns the move around and DDT’s, Wellington. Cole quickly pins, but he only gets a two count. Cole begins stomping on the midsection of Wellington, but a misstep causes Wellington to grab the leg of Cole, tripping him up. He begins to pound of the back of the troubled young man, dragging him over to the corner, to which Ivan is tagged in.
Ivan enters the fray, with an sick look on his face wanting blood and nothing but. He scoops up Cole and body slams him down onto the mat, he kicks him directly into his gut before picking him up and throwing him over the top rope right by Jeremy. The ref stops Ivan from leaving, and this gives Jeremy a chance to interfere as he slides in with a knee to the face of Cole. That being the perfect set up for what comes next, Ivan budges past the ref, and leaves the ring. Picking up Cole, he puts his head in between his legs and lifts him up into the air. The crowd looks on in horror, as he power bombs Cole onto the mats below! Lunging in pain, Ivan slides Cole back into the ring and of course, pins for what is sure to be academic.
As Ivan hooks the leg of Cole to look to secure victory for his team the entirety of ringside of ringside is taken off guard as the arena is plunged in darkness. Everyone predictably just wanders what the hell is going on when "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy hits the P.A system and a spotlight focuses on the top ramp to show none other than Jon Taylor with a smirk on his face. Taylor is still clearly suffering from the assault at the hands of TJ earlier on, but nonetheless begins to make his way down the ramp as Ivan stares at him. Wellington barks orders as the referee is shocked into standing, not counting the pinfall.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the 2nd member of Ryan Cole's tag team...the ACW Entertainment Champion - Jon Taylor
Boos immediately fill the arena, such is the distaste for Taylor. As the referee snaps out of it and begins to count Taylor reaches the ring and subsequently Ivan stands up. Wellington is going crazy on the outside of the ring as Taylor rolls under the bottom rope. Ivan charges at him but Taylor uses his terrific wrestling technique to catch a wonderful double leg takedown and drives Ivan into the ropes. Taylor follows up with furious rights and lefts as Ivan tries to fight back and club him on the back. Taylor is too determined however, and kicks him in the mid-section. As Ivan keels over Wellington has clearly had enough as he makes his way into the ring, Taylor uses what little time he has to irish whip Ivan into the turnbuckle to momentarily subdue him. Wellington and Taylor come to blows with Taylor taking some punishment and having his laceration opened up again, he staggers back away from Wellington who grins. As Taylor raises a hand to check whether he is bleeding he rests on the ropes, Wellington follows up his attack by charging at Taylor with a big boot, only to find nobody is home! Taylor pulls down the top rope and Wellington goes crashing down to the outside. By now Cole is lying on the canvas on the side of the ring where Taylor now tags himself in as the legal man.
As Taylor turns however it seems he has forgotten about Ivan who has now recovered and shoulder tackles Taylor to the ground. Ivan lets out a groan of rage and goes about turning Taylor into dead meat. He picks up Taylor and headbutts him, something which further staggers him as blood begins to gush out of Taylor's wound. Ivan capitalises on Taylor's pre-match injury and continues to daze him before hitting a knee to the gut. Taylor keels over and Ivan immediately gets a hold of him and picks him up to slam him with a powerbomb! Taylor is brought down to earth with a crash..but as he bounces off the canvas we notice something - his legs wrapped around the neck of the belgrade bruiser! Ivan clearly not expecting to face Taylor tonight has not been notified to watch out for his submission finisher and Taylor continues to crank the hell out of it! The Belgrade Bruiser groans as the oxygen is sucked out of him by Taylor's vice-like legs. He hauls Taylor up and looks over for instructions from his manager who tells Ivan to smash Taylor. He obliges and executes a running turnbuckle bomb...but still Taylor does not relent! As Wellington begins to come too on the outside Ivan slowly drops to his knees and lays on Taylor. The referee has no choice but to raise his hand and test if he is out. First time...it drops. Second time...it drops. Third time....it drops. Ivan has been choked out called by Taylor who wasn't even in the match to begin with! As Taylor is yanked away worse for wear himself by the referee Wellington has climbed in the ring to see his partner not deemed fit to carry on and the match subsequently lost. He charges with his arm outstretched to take out Taylor...only to be levelled by a dropkick from Ryan Cole! Both men crash to the canvas as Cole uses up his last zap of energy to prevent his team mate from suffering a second beatdown of the night.
Phillip: Here are your winners...the team of Jon Taylor and Ryan Cole!
We fade out with the scene of both Taylor and Cole being helped backstage begrudingly and Wellington barking at Ivan's manager.
(Ending Credit goes to Jon Taylor)
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 22:26:11 GMT -5
Segment: Dead Presidents Credit: Jake Steele
As the camera fades back in, we are followed up with another appearance by Jake Steele. Directly after his most recent encounter, Steele makes his way toward his locker room, with much more of an intent look on his face. Wiped from his face is the perfect smile and now all he has is this serious drought upon his face which as most of us usually spells trouble, or Steele is just in deep thought. Though he has every reason to feel this way, after years of hard work. Years of dedication, and smack dab in the middle of his return tour you could call it, his celebration came crashing down around like the twin towers. An old face in Ryan Cooper has spoiled his night, all because he dared to call him an cheap imitation. How dare he overstep his boundaries, and call one of the most original men in ACW to date, an cheap imitation, a carbon copy, a clone? These two have had problems before, everyone knows that. But an disgruntled Showtime seems to believe the man known as Jake Steele stole everything he’s ever done from him, and the thought of is simply boiling within Steele. He hates the idea, he hates the accusation and right now it’s true that he is growing hate within for Showtime. The match has already been set, Seven Deadly Sins. The outcome won’t be known until then, the war hasn’t been ignited, but the flame has been lit. With just a few choice words, a fire has been relit underneath the ass of Steele, and maybe Showtime isn’t aware of it, but that is not something you want to do with Jake Steele…ever.
He steps into his locker room, flicks the lightswitch on and takes a seat onto his chair, Steele begins to fold his hands into each other and lean back. He looks towards the ceiling, letting the light shine onto his face as he collects himself and tries to figure out which route he wants to take with this. He could relax, take a deep breath and ignore this man. Wait it out until Seven Deadly Sins…or he could have fun with this, do what he said he wanted to and entertain the fans. Use the weeks leading up to the big matchup to prove he’s the realest man on the roster, and rip Showtime a new asshole while he’s at it. Yet he has to be logical, as Showtime is surely not a man who is known to give up without an hard, hard fight. In very similar fashion to Steele, Showtime is also trained in various arts of combat. He has had time away to hone his skills, and perfect his craft. And while Steele feels that his craft and work ethic nearly unmatchable, he did get lost in the shuffle of things more than once. There have been times where he partied too hard and lost track of training time, skipped a day…or week in the gym because he truly felt he was the best. No need to do something you know you’ve already mastered, right?
…Wrong. And that could be the very reason why he lost what he did, how he did, to who he did at last year’s Omega Effect. From the moment he stepped foot into ACW, he was told greed is the key. Greed would get him where he felt he needed to be. When all the chips were down, Greed would keep him afloat and an well oiled machine. Well now with Greed a second option to Steele, he has returned to his roots. Skill. He knows he alone can entertain the fans with the same methods Kudo Yasudo once taught him, mixed with his own style and flavor to keep him the same man everyone loves and pays to see.
Though what if the ticket sales shift from one S to an another. What if the people think Showtime is right, what if they think Steele really is a fraud. They surely seemed to be engaged in every word Ryan said, just like when Jake spoke. They seemed to explode when his music hit, just like when Steele’s hit. They seemed to mimic their reactions just like they did for him, but why? Steele has done far more, and achieved far more than Showtime. Why do these people even remember who he is, why should they? He won the entertainment championship and competed with Thunder Train. Steele won the world title and became best friends with Thunder Train. He’s done so much more than him…it doesn’t match up, he just doesn’t get it.
Steele gets himself off of his chair, and he begins to walk around his locker room. Pacing back and forth, throwing a couple bravado punches and kicks to the air to limber himself up and focus his mind on the future. Steele shows off his own personal skills to noone but himself, feeling that even with as flashy as he is, there is no need to brag about what he can do in-ring. Everyone has seen it, everyone past and present is aware of that. Jake Steele has had five star matches, ended the careers of numerous legends. There is an even an off the record comment from his arch rival, Thunderkiss that Jake Steele was the greatest man he’s ever competed with. That statement alone is enough to make any man afraid of him, or atleast think twice before coming out to challenge him to anything or make any accusations towards him. You’re the man, that’s what he should have said. You’re my idol, I look up to you. When I grow up to be a big showtime, I want to be just like you Jake Steele. I love you Jake Steele…okay, maybe not that far. But you get my point, he should idolize him. Not slander him. This should be a well known fact.
Feeling better about his self, Jake Steele moves back towards his chair, sits himself down and relaxes. He believes that he’s going to let the match do the talking, when his hand is raised high and the bell sounds off, everyone will know just who is the man. Who is the original, and there will be no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Yep, that is the route Steele will take and nobody can change that. Steele grabs his remote, and turns on the television. As it flickers, and Warfare returns he watches and there is an promo for “Showtime” Ryan Cooper blasting over the screen, and he’s starting to call himself “The Original” throughout the entire thing, laughing at the “haters and frauds in ACW”. Jake Steele sees this and well…everything is thrown out the window.
Jake Steele: Yeah… I’m goin’ to fuckin' kill dis’ nigga.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 22:29:18 GMT -5
Segment: In the nick of time Credit: Jon Taylor and Ryan Cole We open up with a view of Ryan Cole gingerly limping back to his locker room having just escaped from suffering any more of a beat down thanks to one of the more unlikely of friends- Jon Taylor. Having been at each other's throats since Taylor's arrival it sure was a shock for Cole to see The Standard of Excellence coming to his aid as Wellington and Boreanz did their utmost to break him like his bodyguard, Dominic. Cole clutches the door handle and yanks it down, opening the door before entering his room. He walks up to the mirror next to his locker and examines the damage. Mostly grazes and bruises with swelling slightly beginning to come up around his eyes, nothing too major in all. He shakes his head and sits down on his bench, knowing all how too close he came to being severely injured. Contemplated how easily things went wrong and what mistakes were made. As he begins to think about how to go about rectifying them however he sees his door open. Too tired to fight back he hopes for the love of god it isn't Wellington and Boreanz coming to finish the job off...Taylor: Meh, you're not even bleeding. Maybe I should have left them to it after all...Taylor is met with a WTF look from Cole before quickly reassuring his team mate.Taylor: Hey, hey relax! I'm just kidding, kid. Quite a tough spot you got yourself into out there, eh? What happened to ol' lurch? Cole: Wellington and Boreanz jumped him backstage before the match. So I had to take them on myself.Taylor smirks, while Cole remains downbeat still running the whole situation through his head.Taylor: Well, I have to say kid, that plan was sure working great out there! 2 on 1 and not even a broken bone. Hell, make it 4 on 1 next time, let's see if they manage crack your skull or something.Cole looks down at his wrist at a "fake" imaginary watch. Cole: Congratulations Taylor you lasted about a minute before cracking a joke. Gotta be a record for you. Look Taylor, I just had the shit kicked out of me, will you get to the point already!Taylor: If you insist, Cole. I originally came here to ask you why you didn't come to the stable for help in the first place. Sure, you're a stubborn kid, but you're far from stupid. You could see that facing 2 men even of Boreanz and Wellington's calibre was hardly going to be in your favour... Cole: Where are you going with this--Taylor: However what you just said now struck me. It suddenly all made sense you see, kid! There was a reason you went out there alone... Cole: ..because you were busy getting patched up, Freeman was taking care of things to do with Mainer and Senator had problems of his own to do with Dan?Cole plays along with Taylor knowing that it doesn't matter what he says as Taylor will say what he wants anyway.Taylor: No! Despite having a stable with 3 other men behind you, you went to fight two other men by yourself for one simple reason. Because you know you cannot trust or rely on Jason Freeman. Cole: ...are you serious, Taylor? Freeman's the one i can't trust? Look I really can't be bothered with your nonsense any longer tonight! I have things to contemplate.Taylor: Like why Jason Freeman was willing to throw you up against Mainer at the drop of a hat for his gain but wouldn't help you when you REALLY needed him? Hmm?Who didn't see that coming. Cole rolls his eyes as he tries to think of way to subdue Taylor. Cole: What do you want me to say, Taylor? It sucks that Freeman wasn't able to help me but--Taylor: Wrong. Cole: What are you babling about now Taylor Taylor: It wasn't the fact that Freeman wasn't able to help you that should irk you, kid. It is the fact that he was perfectly able to but didn't. Cole sighs, knowing that Taylor won't back down any time soon. He decides to pander to Taylor instead. Cole: And what makes you think this? You weren't here when the stable formed, Freeman more than--Taylor: ...proved himself? Yes, you're correct there. He's proved himself to be a slippery snake that only uses people to get what he wants, and in this aspect that's the title unfortunately around Mainer's waist. You're being played like a chess board Cole and tonight proved it. Cole: Look, Even if that was the case--Taylor: Which it is. Cole: ..then how the hell do I know you're not doing exactly the same as Freeman or anyone else here? Hell honestly i'd be suprised at you if you weren't. Look Taylor, I appreciate you saving me out there, really I do. Still, nothing you're going to say tonight is going to change my mind about anything.Taylor smiles, something which predictably unnerves Cole slightly - as it would anyone.Taylor: And I respect that kid, hell I would be the same. My so called bodyguard just got jumped, and I nearly ended up the same way. If anyone tried to approach I'd have swung at them about 10 minutes ago. However, make no mistake Cole, I went out there for a reason. Hell, look at me, I'm still a mess from the beating I took earlier tonight thanks to a coward as well. But unlike Freeman, being "busy" didn't stop me. No, I still put my ass on the line not being on 100% because I knew things would end badly if I didn't.Taylor briefly pauses, holding the words back momentarily as Cole listens intently.Taylor: What that was out there tonight, was me keeping an eye out for a stable mate. Something you should be doing as well - just not me. Remember this kid, sometimes your friends are close and your enemies are even closer. Right not now, it's hard to say who is which in Ascendancy.Taylor slowly begins to back away and seems genuine in his efforts and words.Taylor: Keep that in mind, kid.Taylor goes to turn and exit but hears Cole behind stand up. He turns to see what's going on. Cole: Whichever you are Taylor, thanks. Your timing was pretty good tonight, I suppose I owe you one.Taylor nods and turns, walking away. A sly smirk grows as he exits as Cole remains in his locker room to consider the night's events. What is going with Taylor and the tricks is he playing? Or is he for real? Find out...probably not soon
What is Jon Taylor's agenda?
And what will Danny Mainer's punishment be?
Find out next week on Warfare!
End of show.
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Post by Dan White on Aug 9, 2010 22:30:30 GMT -5
Wow, stacked show. Good work everyone!
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Jake Steele
Competition Judge
Nosepass, Pass Pass Pass
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Post by Jake Steele on Aug 9, 2010 22:34:17 GMT -5
Definitely a powerful show, great work all around.
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Post by The Senator on Aug 9, 2010 22:39:25 GMT -5
Excellent work, and I must say I marked out for the return of Big Frank!
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Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 9, 2010 22:40:17 GMT -5
Big Frank! Yeah, definitely a nice show. Who needs our world champion. Suspending him was the best decision Hawthorne ever made
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Post by Frank Washington on Aug 9, 2010 22:51:48 GMT -5
Very impressive show I have to say. I enjoyed reading it a lot, the hard work and effort into the show definitely shows as well. I notice a few people I have worked with previously CP, TJ, as well as others I have not had the opportunity to work with before, but will hopefully have the opportunity to in the future. You'll be seeing more of Frank Washington in ACW now since I have that spark that I was missing during my first short stint here. It's great to be here.
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Post by Showtime on Aug 9, 2010 23:00:59 GMT -5
The lead-up to Seven Deadly sins is shaping up real nicely. Good job. I wish I could have done more, but stuff happens. I'll make sure to be on point next week.
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TWMoney
Senatorial Stable
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Post by TWMoney on Aug 10, 2010 4:30:26 GMT -5
great show! SDS is shaping up nicely and ACW has a lot of steam! Lets keep it up!
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on Aug 10, 2010 6:52:26 GMT -5
Good job guys, a definite improvement. My stuff might be slightly off due to a missing segment that was no one's fault, but it should be filled in hopefully. Other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed the show, and it is REALLY good to Steele somewhat back to the his form I always really Scorpion's interaction with Anderson as well as the Ivan and Wellington segments. Laron/Thiago seems to be dynamite combo, hilarious once again. Overall, feuds other than the world title one seem to be shaping up VERY nicely. On side note, I personally can't wait until next week. I can say it is going to full of twists and turns
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 13, 2010 12:05:26 GMT -5
Woo! Big Frank!
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