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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:40:35 GMT -5
So, it's a beautiful Monday Evening. I'm on vacation and what do I find myself doing, posting Warfare. You guys don't pay me enough for this. Anyways, here's tonight's card.
ACW Hardcore Title Rematch Mr. Red (c) vs. Sgt. Pilko
Tag Match Gracie and Ali vs The Communist Internationale(Joseph Harpo and Humberto Ortega) -
Singles Match TJ vs. Ryan Cole
Stipulations Match Capitalists vs. The Royles
Singles Match Jake Steele vs. Buddy Ghee
ACW Entertainment Title Match Taylor vs. Laron Xavier
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:42:40 GMT -5
Segment: Left foot first Credit: Jon Taylor
Warfare opens up with a shot of a somewhat downbeat Taylor approaching the arena. With his injuries from last week still plain to see, he wears a suit jacket, t-shirt and jeans and his title belt over his shoulder. Daphne trails behind, not daring to walk beside her boyfriend or so much as speak a word. They reach the entrance and Taylor opens the door...to be met with the face of one of the men he detests the most in ACW...Samuel Hawthorne. Hawthorne stands with a bunch of security, holding a bracelet type thing in his hand and blocking the entrance to the arena.
Taylor: Glad to see you finally realised my importance, Hawthorne. However, I have to say I didn't expect a personal welcome to the arena!
Daphne stares blankly as Hawthorne manages a smile to meet Taylor's determined smirk.
Samuel Hawthorne: Ever the comedian, aren't we Mr. Taylor?
Taylor: Well if you say so, Hawthorne. Well, I have to say I think we both know each of us has better things to stand here and talk, so I'll be on my way--
Samuel Hawthorne: --not like that you won't. I can assure you, you will not be taking another step without this around your ankle.
Hawthorne opens up his right hand to reveal the ankle bracelet to Taylor fully. It is an electronic tag, Taylor looks at it and then at the number of men blocking his pathway. He briefly considers making a run for it, but even he knows he hasn't got a chance. He sighs and the smirk disappears as a frown emerges.
Taylor: I don't see why I should have to wear that damn thing in the first place! It was TJ who attacked ME if you didn't realise - it was him who hit me so hard with a steel chair it split my forehead open on live on TV. If anything, HE should be the one that has to wear that damn tag - I'm not some kind of criminal!
Taylor gestures wildly to his forehead, trying to get his point across as Hawthorne nods.
Hawthorne: Be that as it may Taylor, you're the one I can't trust. I have seen what you've been up to over the past month and a half and attacking Danny Mainer with the rest of Ascendancy at Hello Goodbye isn't helping your case one bit. While TJ may have attacked you last week at least I know he is going to want to stay away from you - he isn't stupid after all, he knows that you'll want revenge. You on the other hand? I know the first place you'll be tonight, and that'll be on the way to TJ's locker room!
Taylor: And how do you know this? You aren't any kind of psychic the last time I checked! Besides, in case you forget being all so busy punishing me for NO reason - I have other commitments of my own tonight. I'm defending this baby here against some mini-showtime come steele. God damn, there's so many of them running around ACW these days!
Taylor being politically incorrect as usual, isn't fooling anyone - Hawthorne has dealt with types like him throughout life and he isn't going to have the wool pulled over his eyes any time soon.
Hawthorne: I wish I could take your word for it Taylor, I really do. But as you highlighted yourself; you have a very important match-up tonight. I cannot risk losing tonight's main event because you have decided to go off and confront TJ instead. The people have paid top money to see a championship match and they expect me to deliver one!
Taylor: BUT!--
Hawthorne: --no buts Taylor. Like I said, there's no two ways about it - I simply cannot allow two of my bigger stars to tear each other apart outside the ring.
As Hawthorne finishes Taylor manages to burst out laughing...
Hawthorne: Please enlighten me on just what you find so amusing, Taylor?
Taylor: The fact you actually called TJ a star! TJ's a nobody, the only reason he ever HAD this belt here is because it was at the height of ACW's decline. No, TJ's no better than the mini-showtimes and steeles you've got me facing!
Facepalm.
Hawthorne: Regardless of how you view TJ, Taylor, can we just get on with this? I have other issues to attend while you have a championship defence to prepare for.
Taylor: Fine. So what does it do? It doesn't freakin' shock me does it? Because the last time I was hooked up to a shocking device it still didn't stop me doing and saying what I had to say!
Hawthorne: Thankfully, that is not the case in this instance. Though, I'm not sure you would enjoy being disabled by shock with your rival in the same room as you...
Taylor: Fair arguement, I'll give you that one.
Taylor looks around as Daphne remains silent. Unfortunately for Taylor he knows there is no other way in than through the people standing in front of him.
Hawthorne: Anyway, as I was saying. The way the electronic device works is as soon as you come within a 100m radius of TJ a team of security guards will be immediately informed--
Taylor: --and how do you intend on stopping me from getting to that gorilla with that? I bet I can sprint 100m in that time and still have enough time to hit a Taylor Made and choke him unconscious with the Triangle of Perfection before your guys even get on the scene!
Hawthorne: --TJ will be watched at all times by one of our CCTV operators and will be directing the security team to assure they can intervene should you get any foolish ideas into your head.
Taylor: ...bit over the top just to protect a curtain opener don't you think, Sammy?
Hawthorne: I can assure you all are necessary precautions to ensure the integrity of the show.
Taylor takes a moment to contemplate what to say as Hawthorne things before something sparks into his head.
Taylor: Any other little surprises you want to tell me I find out for myself later on?
Hawthorne: Surprises, Mr. Taylor? I can tell you right now there are no such things. As long as you stay at least 100m from TJ and do not leave the arena until he has you will be fine. Now, if you will please take this ankle bracelet and fasten it securely.
A begrudging Taylor reaches out and takes the bracelet from Hawthorne. He kneels down as Daphne offers to do it for him by gesturing, but he merely waves her away grumpily and does it himself. He then stands back up and lifts his leg up for Hawthorne to see clearly with a grin on his face.
Taylor: Happy, boss?
Hawthorne pulls at it to check Taylor hasn't left any opportunity to undo it.
Hawthorne: Good, I'm glad we could settle this without too much hassle. Good luck tonight Taylor and trust I won't be hearing anything of you other than to do with your match.
Hawthorne triumphantly grins before turning and power walking away flanked by his security. Taylor enters the arena before immediately round on his girlfriend.
Taylor: Where the hell do you think you're going, woman? It isn't with me that's for sure!
A bemused Daphne is shooed away by Taylor and can only follow orders before angering her "boyfriend". Taylor now having got rid of her goes another way down the hallway.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:43:02 GMT -5
It's a beautiful night on ACW Island, the sun is setting, the lights are on, it's time for the greatest two hours of your life. It's Monday Night Warfare and after the opening video rolls we go to everyone's favorite Brazilian, Thiago Gracie.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:43:21 GMT -5
Segment: Victory Without Armbar (Credit: Thiago Gracie)
Thiago Gracie, while generally incomprehensible to the unaccustomed English speaking ACW audience, is being auto translated from Portuguese in this phone conversation, so enjoy Thiago actually making sense for once!
Thiago: Hey, yeah, Renzo, how's it going?
Nigerian Ali(entering the room): It is I, Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammdi!
Thiago: Who's that? Just my manager, he's a good guy, even if he can't really speak English worth anything!
Ali: I heard that! I think I know what words you speak out of your mouth! My English, it ok, it's same like yours! (Sorry, no translation for Ali...)
Thiago: Whatever, so yeah, you saw my match last week? That was garbage! No, I didn't win by armbar! That stupid thug Laron won the match without the greatness of the armbar!
Ali: Laron is good man, too, you no need talk about him like he bad!
Thiago: Yeah, you didn't do that great against Matt Hughes, so I don't think you have room to talk! You didn't armbar him, and you lost! I have the excuse that I didn't win the match myself! Yeah, tag teams are stupid, but hey, my manager has me fight in them, so what do I say? I take the money and run! But next time, he better use the armbar, maybe I train him, I don't know! Yeah, people here think I'm no good at speaking English, like Ali is, but yeah, it keeps me from having to do interviews, and I can focus on the jiu-jitsu, on the fight, on the armbar, you know? Alright, tell Royce and Royler and Kyra I said hi, see you around, man, later.
Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:46:38 GMT -5
SAVED FOR MR. CORNELL, JASON FREEMAN!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:50:18 GMT -5
Segment: ? (Credit: ? ? ?)
The back hallways of ACW are silent. Most of the workers in the building are continuing to produce the show, and most of the wrestlers are in their locker-rooms, preparing for a match, or bumming around. Nobody is planning on leaving the arena for at least two hours. Suddenly, however, that silence is broken. Footsteps echo down the hallway, and for some reason it is clear that there is somebody moving slowly down these hallways.
Two dark figures advance down the hallway, quietly. They are not emptyhanded. But what exactly is it that they are holding? If there had been anybody around to observe them, it would be obvious that they were trying not to be seen. It is in their faces. Neither man seems to be new at sneaking around. It is in their faces. Their sly eyes as they slink down the hallway, barely making a sound. Methodically advancing towards whatever it is they plan to do. There is only one thing that's clear. These men are up to something. And not something good.
Man 1: Almost there.
Man 2: Why are we even doing this…? It’s a waste of time.
Man 1: Because. We must. It’s a chance to strike a blow. You know that, so why argue? Is it just that you feel obligated to disagree? Interesting. Do you feel that strongly the need to---
Man 2: It’s just that it’s dragging us into a situation we don’t have to be in.
The two continue to walk silently the first man not answering. The first man walks in front of the second. While the second man seems a little disgruntled, and perhaps sulks a bit, the first man seems calm and determined. Suddenly they both stop and look forward. They have reached the end of their journey. They are at the exit doors. The doors that lead to the parking lot. Through there obviously lies their goal.
Man 1: Here. Quiet now. If we’re seen it'd be difficult to think of an excuse.
Man 2: I’m surprised you’re doing this so readily.
Man 1: Hm?
Man 2: Say what you want about me, but what about you? What makes you so eager to help now?
Man 1: I’ve said why.
Man 2: I don’t buy it, because it’s always about y---
Man 1: If you’re insinuating that I’m a liar, then I---
Man 2: Not a liar…but you say what you need to say to get things done.
Man 1: I suppose. As do you. Now, it would be helpful to make this a two person job. However, if you would like to turn back now, feel free.
The second man looks down but does not move.
Man 1: If not, however, come with me.
Man 2: Alright…alright. Whatever.
And they leave the arena, leaving the hallways in silence once more.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:50:59 GMT -5
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the ACW Hardcore championship! Coming first to the ring, the challenger. Weighing at 314 lbs....Sgt. Pilko!
”The Trooper” by Iron Maiden hits, and there are brief boos but also a couple of cheers for Sgt. Pilko as he walks out through the curtains. He certainly looks rather angry and ready to attempt to win back the title that he founded as he walks down the ramp, entering the ring and waiting for his opponent.
Philip: And the champion, weighing at 200 lbs, Mr. Red!
”Welcome to the Jungle” hits and there are boos coming from all around the arena as Mr. Red walks down the ramp, the title around his waist. He didn’t seem bothered at all with the title initially, but upon winning it clearly felt some affection for the strap as he prepares for this rematch.
The bell rings, and Pilko rushes straight towards Red, eager to win back his Hardcore title as best as he can. He grabs the champion and whips him into the ropes, bringing him down to the ground with a Polish Hammer. Red is back to his feet quickly and goes to attack Pilko, throwing a punch but seeing it blocked, and Pilko clutches him around the neck, before chucking him again at the ropes. This time though, Red purposely flips himself over towards the outside, landing on his feet and taunting Pilko to come outside. Looking around the surroundings, the former tag team champion decides to follow, but as expected is attacked as he comes to the floor, Red attacking his back. The referee asks the duo to re-enter the ring but knows that due to the rules, the duo are allowed to go wherever the hell they want, really. And the fight quickly reminds us of the ACW of old, with both knocking seven bells out of each other, exchanging punches at the side of the barricade. Red manages to get the better, using his superior agility to get the chance to throw more punches into his opponent’s face, and follows it up with a dropkick, sending Pilko into what is now a metal barricade – no more fancy nancy hard plastic barriers for ACW anymore. Pilko is slightly hurt but it’s very much for the cameras, as he picks himself up.
Red continues to attack Pilko with a number of punches but the hoss is able to absorb all the assault, and after five or six punches, he goes into saiyan mode (I think, I don’t follow DBZ) and goes mental, throwing a massive lariat out of nowhere that flips Red, and he lands hard on the steel ramp (yes, there’s still enough money for a ramp). Pilko makes the cover and the referee, now with the belt in his hand as he predicts the likeliness of this match hitting the streets, makes the cover, only for Red to lift his shoulder up before three. Pilko looks over at the referee as he’s eager to see him call the match, but the ref firmly holds up just two fingers. Frustrated, Pilko lifts Red up and he takes him over towards the entrance, chucking him headfirst into the stage for good measure. Red collapses, only rising his hands up at the last moment otherwise he would land square on his head, but is able to get back to his feet, albeit in need of an aspirin or two. Pilko takes him through the curtain and into bat country. He grabs Red by his neck, flipping him onto a table covered in water bottles and energy drinks, and the three-time former Entertainment champion slides across, knocking everything onto the ground.
Pilko appears in his element and scans around the area for anything he could use to help in his quest to win back the Hardcore title. He grabs a hose – why there’d be a hose in the arena I do not know – and he wraps it around Red’s feet. He then yanks the hose back and Red becomes briefly airbourne, before plummeting onto the concrete floor. He groans in pain as Pilko looks to wrap the match up as quickly as he can, and he lifts Red up again, grabbing him around the neck, looking for the CHOKESLAM. However Red manages to kick Pilko in his nether region, forcing him to release the hold. Red then throws himself at Pilko, using all his strength to impressively whip him at a wall which clearly isn’t made by the strongest of materials, as he makes a massive dent to a cheer from the crowd. Red pulls him to the centre of the hallway and makes a cover, but Pilko is able to kick out at two. Frustrated, Red picks himself up and grabs a nearby steel chair, and waits for Pilko to slowly stand up. He eventually does so, and there’s a massive whack as Pilko flies to the ground, seemingly lifeless. Red gets to the ground and makes the cover: 1...2...wait, no three?
No! Because out of nowhere, the former ACW and Fallout wrestler Brian Carnage grabs Red from behind and lifts him off the pin. Completely bemused, Red is rolled into a schoolboy and adhering to the title rules, the referee makes the cover: 1...2...3!!! Brian Carnage is the new hardcore champion!
Philip: Here is your winner, and new Hardcore champion....Brian Carnage!
There’s a mighty pop as Philip makes the announcement, and Carnage jumps to his feet with a little jig. He takes the belt from the referee, kissing it before grimacing, not particularly wanting to know where the belt has been. But he holds it close to his chest as he runs down the corridor, exiting as swiftly as he entered. Red meanwhile is in a seated position, eyes widened as he saw his belt vanish from his very eyes. A lack of foresight perhaps, but he’s clearly angry, angrier than he appeared to be when he first heard of the belt, showing that he cares for it a little more than he first let on. Pilko is only coming to as Red gets to his feet, angrily shoving the referee before grabbing that steel chair, launching it at the wall in a temper tantrum, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:51:31 GMT -5
Segment: Congratulations, I want my rematch (Credit: Red, Dan White)
We fade in to an irate Red, who garners boos from the crowd as he storms into our chairman’s office. Earlier tonight he lost the Hardcore title and wasn’t happy with it at all.
Hawthorne: Ah, Mr. Red. How are you tonight?
Perhaps not the wisest of questions to ask.
Mr. Red: Cut the chatter, you dickweed. How do you think I am doing? What kind of question do you think that is? I just lost the damn hardcore title! How do you think I’m going to be?!
Hawthorne: Well, you didn’t seem all that bothered about the title last week.
Mr. Red: Well that’s before I won the stupid thing. You find me one person that likes losing a title they have.
Hawthorne ignores Red’s slight contradiction, getting straight to the point.
Hawthorne: So what brings you here, then?
Mr. Red: Well Sam, I want a rematch. On Pay Per View, at Seven Deadly Sins. I want the chance to get my title back. Pilko got a rematch, so why shouldn’t I? I would serious consider the consquences of saying no.
Hawthorne raises his eyebrows as he answers Red, but his body language indicates that it may not be good news.
Hawthorne: Well Red, I’m afraid my hands are tied with this issue. Unfortunately, the Hardcore title was never anything that I passed through my hands. It is not an ACW sanctioned title, but one that Sgt. Pilko decided to sanction by himself. I can happily book you against Carnage at 7 Deadly Sins, but that’s all I can do. I can’t book you in a title match against him. That’s up to Pilko.
This doesn’t go down too well with Red, whose face is as scarlet as his name, clearly not reacting well to this unfortunate news.
Mr. Red: Brilliant. FUCKING brilliant. So you just allowed some weirdo who seldom even wrestles here to start his own title and make up his own rules? Well fine! In that case, I’m going to start the Mr. Red World Title. The rules? If I’m not holding the belt, then you’re all a prick. How about that for a title? If Pilko can do it, I don’t see why I can’t!
Hawthorne sighs as he hears Red’s rant, shaking his head with disapproval.
Hawthorne: Red, I think you are overreacting to the situation. If you really want a rematch, why don’t you go straight to the source?
Mr. Red: Oh, and that’s a good idea. Pawn the work of a GM off on someone else because you are too much of a chicken shit to do your own damn job. Where do you think I’m going to find Sgt. Pilko at this time?
Hawthorne: Well, he’s standing right behind you right now.
Red raises an eyebrow, turning around and getting a shock as the crowd pop for Pilko, who stands with a smirk on his face. He has an icepack to the side of his head from where he received that chairshot from earlier, but apart from that appears in good spirits
Mr. Red: And what the hell are you doing here?
Sgt. Pilko: I came here to see what all the fuss was about! I heard my name being mentioned, so I decided to see what was happening.
Mr. Red: Well I’d say it wasn’t your business...but unfortunately it is. But seeing as you’re here, and making sure that your fat head doesn’t get even more deformed after what I did to you earlier tonight, I’m asking you if I can have a rematch for the Hardcore title. I don't get my rematch I am going to reshape that head of your and stuff it back up your little ass.
Pilko holds the icepack closer to his head and feigns being in a lot of pain, prompting Red to repeat himself.
Mr. Red: I said, I want a rematch for the Hardcore title. What part of that are you not getting?
Pilko finally comes to an answer, and it’s one that is sure to make Red happy.
Sgt. Pilko: Sure.
Red clenches his fist in delight, almost as though he’d won the damn thing. But as always, there’s a catch.
Sgt. Pilko: However, I’m also putting myself into the match.
Happiness over, and Red is quick to respond.
Mr. Red: What? No, not a chance! You got a rematch when I kicked your ass last week, so why do you get another chance?
Sgt. Pilko: Well for one, it’s my belt....and two, my rematch opportunity didn’t follow through properly, did it? So I’m considering this my rematch, as much as it is yours!
Mr. Red: I...but you....wha.....you can’t do that!
Sgt. Pilko: I’m afraid I can, because otherwise you won’t get a title shot, full stop! So if you don’t mind, Mr. Chairman, I am booking a match between myself, Red and Carnage for the Hardcore Title at 7 Deadly Sins!
Hawthorne: I have to say, you do have a mouth watering prospect for us here. I’m approving!
There’s a pop as Pilko smirks, and Red looks less than impressed. He must now go through two opponents if he wants his title back, but is forced to deal with bureaucracy as we all are in life, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:52:01 GMT -5
SAVE FOR TJ
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:52:28 GMT -5
Stipulation (CP)
Last week, Chris Phenomenal ‘won’ the right to choose the stipulation for his co-main event match against The Scorpion at Seven Deadly Sins, the pay per view aptly named to describe their long standing feud. From humble beginnings of simply lurking in the distance, to the crazed madness of Chris Phenomenal, their rivalry has encompassed months and some of the most horrifying sights in recent memory.
As Chris Phenomenal is shown sitting in the back, his own private locker room restored upon returning to ACW Island, he appears to be fully focused on the task at hand. His eyes appear to be heavy, deep dark bags underneath them, evidence of the futile attempts he has waged over the past weeks against sleep. His body is also covered in a number of scars, evidence of the battles he has waged over the past few months against Scorpion, the torture he had endured from him, all in the name of proving who was the more intimidating man.
CP: “For the past six months, people have said that I’ve fallen into a state of madness. Ever since I was abandoned a second time by my father, and won the title that I’ve not been the same man who won the title. I have fought fruitlessly against such allegations, but now I am ready to admit that I have changed … for the better.
I was without passion, emotion, or drive. I was simply wrestling to do that, to appease Senator and to fulfill his goal of ruling the company. Now however, I am fighting for myself, to be the best, to be memorable. I was at the top, but Danny Mainer took me but I took him out. At Omega Effect VI, even though he walked away with the title, I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that no one can compare to me inside of the ring.”
Chris appears to have mastered the art of revisionist history, his account of the events far different from what truly happened, a clear and decisive victory for Danny Mainer.
CP: “Then I turned my head towards Scorpion to put away any doubt in anyones mind about who the most intimidating wrestler in ACW is. People feared him because he was psychotic, a religious lunatic raving about an imaginary deity. He seemed to have a divine power about him and it was the fear of the unknown, the undiscovered country one’s from, that feared us, not Scorpion.
So that is why, at Seven Deadly Sins I am finally going to put him away once and for all. I have spent the past week looking at Scorpion, looking at myself and coming up with the most devastating match to finally prove that he is not what he says he is. To prove that I, and I alone should be feared in ACW.
I thought of doing battle in the streets of ACW Island, with everything at our disposal. We could fight where we want, when we want, the ultimate test of survival but I knew then what would happen, he would run as far as he could to escape me. I thought of Faraday’s Cage, the match that I made my own at Ragnarok when I won my ACW World Heavyweight Champion. Where I could electrocute him, tie him up in barbed wire and then etch my name into his flesh but I knew some would argue I had already concurred the cage previously.
I looked at a Legalized Murder Match, ending one of us for good, however any common man can take anothers life, that is no reason to fear them. Instead, endless torture is the way to being feared like no other. So it is in that vain, that at Seven Deadly Sins, we will do battle in a House of Tortures match. The ACW Arena will be placed on lockdown, no one will enter, no one will leave. Rooms around the arena will be outfitted with numerous torture devices with cameras stationed in them to record what is happening. There are essentially no rules. The winner of the match, will be the person who has inflicted so much torture onto their opponent, that they are forced to quit. There are no pinfalls, no countouts, only submission to the will of another.”
Chris pauses for a moment, turning his head away from the camera for a moment before looking back.
CP: “Scorpion, in two weeks we’ll determine who is better. Who is more intimidating and why I am ultimately the man to fear. Your God will not save you at Seven Deadly Sins.”
With that, Chris gets up and heads out of the room as the scene fades away.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:56:36 GMT -5
Tag Match: Thiago Gracie and Ali Ahmed Meheromohammandi vs. The Communist Internationale. (Grumpy CP)
Thiago Gracie was definately the star of this match as Nigerian Ali never even made it into the ring. Joseph Harpo appeared to be impressive last week against Chris Phenomenal, however this week he was off. In less then thirty seconds, Thiago turned what was supposed to be a tag team match into a singles contest, re-affirming he's stance taken that he doesn't need a partner.
Scoring with a takedown, the young Brazilian quickly worked into a mount before transitioning swiftly into his deadline Juji-gatame. Joseph Harpo tried to counter it but like so many before him, realized that once a Gracie has you, you're done. Instead of risking a potentially career ending injury, he lived to fight another day, submitting vehemently.
Victory by Armbar! Thiago Gracie!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:57:22 GMT -5
SAVE FOR IVAN BORING
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:58:14 GMT -5
Segment: Its Better To Stand With Fickle Friends.... Credit: Theodore Wellington/Ivan We come back from commercial and the fans are about to be treated to another deadly twist and turn leading up to Seven Deadly Sins.
The situation between Theodore Wellington and Ascendancy, more importantly Ryan Cole has done nothing but grow since Omega Effect when everything blew up for Wellington. We have seen Cole attacked, Ivan Boreanaz be introduced as hired help for Wellington, Dominic jumped only to have Taylor to save Cole from a 2-1 match and cause Ivan and Wellington to not pick up the victory the had planned. What else could happen in this feud based on pure hatred? The fans just barely sit down before the jump back up when....“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 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 shoesWellington stands in the middle of the ring in a nice black and green suite with aviators. He holds a mic with his head lowered as he shakes his head. TheodoreWellington: Last week, everything was set in my favor. Months of planning, thousands of dollars thrown into this project and last week I had Cole right where I wanted him. After taking out Dominic, I had Cole in a two on one situation and we could have ENDED Cole and taken out the first member of Ascendancy.
Some how though, in this two on one situation, Jon Taylor came out as Cole's tag team partner. Great time for those two to finally see eye to eye huh? BUT STILL, Cole was taken out, it was STILL a two on one situation. Now we had a shot to take out Cole AND Taylor. The only thing I needed was for my hired gun to do his job.
Ivan Boreanaz and Jeremy came into my locker room last week and demanded more money. Threatened to leave me out here. And i eventually caved and gave them more money. So all he had to do was prove his worth, and what happened? Nothing. He let me down. So I want to call out my employee right now and talk to him about this situation. Wellington lowers the mic and waits. Again it is not a long wait before the Serbian national anthem hits and Ivan and Jeremy make there way out to the ring.They get in the ring and Jeremy grabs a mic. Jeremy doesn't look to pleased that Wellington is blaming the whole loss on Ivan.Jeremy: I am not to pleased your blaming the whole loss on Ivan. Like I said...Jeremy: If I remember, there were TWO people in that match. You lost as well. If you would have done YOUR JOB then w....Wellington pushes the mic away from Jeremy's mouth and steps in his face as he he rips off his aviators showing some intense anger in his eyes.Theodore Wellington: MY JOB?? MY JOB?!? I DON'T PAY MYSELF TO TAKE OUT ASCENDANCY! I DON'T PAY MYSELF TO WIN MATCHES! I PAY IVAN FOR THAT! ITS YOUR JOB TO MAKE SURE HE DOES THAT! MY ONLY JOB IS TO SIGN THE CHECKS FOR THIS BIG OAF! Ivan steps forward to back up Jeremy and Theodore looks at him and slowly backs off. Jeremy: See, that was unnecessary. We have been doing a top notch job as your hired gun. Ivan even took an attack for you. You should be a LITTLE more thankful. Theodore Wellington: Thankful? What have you done? Cole is still walking around, Dominic is still walking around. ASCENDANCY IS LAUGHING AT US RIGHT NOW! Jeremy: We have made major strikes against them. More so then ANYONE else in ACW. We know your plan and we support it, these things just take time. You gotta be patient.Theodore shakes his head and laughs as he slips the sun glasses back on.Theodore Wellington: Jeremy, I have been blessed with many things. Great looks, athleticism, competitiveness, charisma, hell I have been blessed with overall PERFECT genetics with a huge trust fund to boot. However, the one thing I have not been blessed with is patience. I don't even know how to define that word. I pay big money because I want things done in a quick and timely manner, when I want. And so far you have failed me, so tell me why I should keep paying you.Jeremy: You know with this attitude, I'm thinking you are gonna have to pay us some more cash if you want to retain our services. I'm thinking....DOUBLE what we make now. That should get your attitude in check.Theodore Wellington: My attitude in check? After last week your gonna try to squeeze me for more cash? Well how about this, I am stopping all payments to you IMMEDIATELY, I don't need your services anymore. Lets see who's attitude gets checked now. Jeremy: You're firing us? You just made a mistake Wellington, you can't do this without Ivan. Theodore Wellington: I guess we'll see won't we. Jeremy: Y...Theodore Wellington: Why are you still in my ring? Jeremy stares at Wellington blankly for several moments before turning away with a chuckle. He motion to Ivan to follow and he does so as the two exit the ring. The climb up the ramp and get to the entrance before looking back at Wellington still in the ring and shaking their heads before disappearing to the back.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:58:35 GMT -5
Segment: Than To Stand Alone. Credit: Theodore Wellington and Ryan Cole With Ivan and Jeremy gone in the back after being fired...Wellington takes to the mic once again.Theodore Wellington: You see I have one goal right now...to take out Ryan Cole. Some plans work out, some don't. Ivan and Jeremy didn't work out. However, no one should be fooled...I still have plenty of tricks up my sleeve. With that Theodore drops the mic as his music starts to play. He climbs out of the ring and starts making his way up the ramp. A fan in the front row is screaming for an autograph and Theodore Wellington stops with a smile and signs it for him. Now a bunch of people want autographs so Theodore makes some people happy and he goes off signing for a little. All of the sudden someone starts talking on the mic.??: Well, Well, Well...what do we have here.Wellington looks around and the up at the ramp. He hangs his head as he looks up to see Ryan Cole and Dominic coming out from the back onto the ramp. The strut with smiles on their faces as they stop at the top of the ramp.Ryan Cole: It seems that you have made an even bigger mistake then starting this war in the first place, Richboy. You have now left your self out here all by your lonesome with no help what so ever.Theodore just smirks at him.Ryan Cole: Oh you think this is funny?? You think attacking me is funny? You think taking out Dominic is funny? And now you think this predicament you're in is FUNNY? Well you wont be lauging for long beacause laughing with a set of broken ribs is pretty difficult and i'll prove it if you really want me to.With that he drops the mic and Cole and Dominic start walking towards Wellington. He backs up putting his hands up and telling them to take it easy. They laugh as he backs up the ramp but out of no where Theodore runs straight at them!
He punches Cole and then quickly hit Dominic going back and forth between the two. He takes Cole by the head and throws him into the security wall and starts pounding away at Dominic. He hits him with a couple shots that drop him to his knees and the crowd is going nuts. The quickly get silent however, when Wellington turns around and gets a kick in the gut from Cole and is planted with a ddt right on the ramp. Cole helps Dominic up and tells him to get Wellington.
Dominic starts stomping on him before picking him and throwing him head first into the ring stairs. He picks him again rather quickly and drives him head first into the ring post. Now he stands over Wellington as Cole saunters over to where they are. He picks up Wellington and gives him a devastating belly to belly suplex onto the floor.
Blood is pouring down Wellingtons face now and Cole is loving every minute of it. He walks up to Wellington and picks him and sets him up for the Manebreaker ! He holds it for a few moments letting the fans get there shock and "OH NOOOOO"'s in before he plants Theodore on the floor with viciousness.
Now he picks up Wellington into a seated position and leans him against the ring post. Ryan Cole: ARE YOU LAUGHING NOW WELLINGTON? ? HUH? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! You picked the wrong people to fuck with and out of everyone...starting with me was a terrible idea. Because now you won't even make it to anyone else. I warned you Wellington...I PLEADED WITH YOU to walk away. You just couldn't let it go. Now look at you. Your on your last breaths in ACW and at Seven Deadly Sins, I will take away that breath. I will retire you for good! You don't try to mess with Acendancy. And Ryan Cole is here to make sure you rember that. With that he spits in Wellingtons face and holds his head against the post. Dominic winds up and smiles at Theodore before charging planting his big boot into Theodore head. Theodore head smashes in between the boot and the post so hard the fans unanimously gasp in shock and horror.
Cole and Dominic look down proudly at their body of work as medics rush down to ringside and begin caring for Wellington. The strap him to the gurney as Cole and Dominic slowly back up the ramp looking on. They start rolling Theodore up the ramp and Dominic goes in for some more but the medics stop short on the ramp and move back.
Hawthorne comes out with about 12 security guards who line up in between Cole and Dominic and the medics while Hawthorne yells "ENOUGH" over and over again. Cole decides he has done enough for tonight. He tells Dominic its time to leave and the two walk up the ramp and disappear into the back. The medics push Wellington up the ramp with their security detail as the crowd stares on in silence.Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:59:07 GMT -5
Segment: Double Trouble (Credit: CP, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris are seen approaching the gym in the Arena.
Kalb: So yeah, I told that group of representatives that they should forget about trying to fund some sort of a crazy suitcase sized EMP device, and instead, we should stick with more conventional weaponry for our military, work on upping our tech where it could save our lives against the people we fight against, not making something that could be easily turned against us!
Fitsharris: Uh, Kalb, that's over my head...but I can tell you that I made a heck of a deal on a big oil boat over the weekend!
Kalb: Serious?
Fitsharris: Yeah, I used the last of that money that Senator gave us, got a bunch of funding, and I got some guys to help out, I bet I could rent this thing out to some Chinese!
Kalb: Oh yeah, doing business with the commies, are we, Kev?
Fitsharris: Pff, enough about that, we got a match to talk about, and some advice to ask, let's go in, they told us he was in there!
The two Capitalists enter the gym, and walk over to the squat rack, where they encounter their former teammate, Chris Phenomenal.
Kalb: Sheesh, you're even stronger than you used to be...wouldn't want to mess with you right now.
CP: Shut...up...
Fitsharris: Yo! How's it going? You been smashin' up on ACW lately?
Kalb: The heck did you just say?
CP: Ok, done with that...so then, why the hell did you two just interrupt my workout?
Kalb: His idea, really.
Fitsharris: Hey, don't blame me! We just wanted to see what you thought about finding some backup for this match tonight, we got the bossman at our backs, but he ain't gonna go in an' do anythin' for us in da match, ya see?
Kalb: He also sounds like a blithering idiot, as the ol' boss would say.
CP: You talking about something I care about? Since if you're talking about Phillips, I couldn't care less. And I certainly don't give half a damn about you two!
Fitsharris: Dawg, we were tight!
Kalb: Kev, that "street talk" isn't helping our cause.
CP: Whatever, you two want to keep talking, go right ahead, if you want your heads ripped from your shoulders.
Kalb: Yeah, we're just leaving now, have a match to get ready for...
Fitsharris: Wait, you didn't tell us if you had our backs tonight!
Without another word, Phenomenal hoists up a 35 pound plate, and heaves it in the general direction of his dual annoyances, sending it right over the head of Fitsharris and into the door. Seeing that as their emphatic dismissal, the Capitalists rush out after the weight, leading us to the...
Fade Out
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