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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 0:59:39 GMT -5
Rebirthing by Skillet starts up to a roar of boos from a vicious crowd, as Ryan Cole bursts from the curtain and makes his way down the ramp. He heads up the steps and ducks below the top rope into the ring. He climbs up the turnbuckle to raise his arms, but the boos never stop.
Hide and Seek starts up to a collection of cheers, as TJ steps out from behind the curtain, head lowered. Red, white, and gold fireworks shoot off as TJ jumps to a standing position. TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm. The referee checks to make sure they're ready, and signals for the bell.
The two stand, eye-balling each other. They step closer until they're face to face, as Ryan Cole mouths off to TJ. TJ smiles before throwing a comeback at him before Ryan slaps him across the face. TJ laughs it off at first before putting his hand on Ryan's head and headbutting him, rocking him to the ground. Ryan tries to regain his senses as TJ throws stomps at him and caps it off with a leg drop before picking him up for an Atomic Drop. Ryan attempts to escape the waistlock, but his captor follows up with a German Suplex. He goes for a pin.
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Kickout. TJ jumps back to his feet, picking Ryan up. He pushes him to the ropes and whips him across the ring. As Ryan approaches, he stops him in his tracks with a leg lariat. TJ picks him up, but Ryan holds onto his head, deadweighting, causing TJ's chin to crack on it.
Ryan drags him out to the center to grab his leg and turn him over into a Half-Crab. Ryan wrenches backwards, accumulating more and more pressure, while telling the ref to ask him. Inching his way to the bottom rope, TJ makes an attempt to break the hold, but Ryan pulls him back to the center of the ring. After a little while longer, TJ doesn't seem to want to tap, so Ryan, after regaining his energy, breaks the hold. He moves to pick TJ up, but has his legs scooped out from under him, as TJ pushes him up onto his neck for a Vertical Crab. However, he is unable to put it on, as Ryan catches him in the face causing him to fall backwards.
TJ rises to his feet, but Ryan comes up from behind, using a Crossface Chickenwing. But he does it too close to the ropes, as TJ instantly touches the ropes. Ryan breaks the hold. TJ turns around, but has his arms locked up as Ryan turns him around for an Armtrap Neckbreaker. He stays in position for the pin.
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TJ kicks out. Ryan brings him to his feet as he gives him an Arm Ringer. In this position, he throws a few punches to the giant's face. TJ counters it, however, locking his wrist and turning him around for an Irish Whip. As Ryan returns, he lifts him up, spins him around, and slams him down in a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam. TJ climbs to his feet and gives a loud battle cry, signaling the end. He decides to go for the P.O.D. He lifts Ryan up into the Fireman's Carry. However, Ryan manages to shift his weight and wrap his arm around TJ's head, countering with an Inverted DDT.
Ryan then brings him to his feet and throws him to the turnbuckle. He ascends and attempts to do the Figure Four Necklock, but is caught around the throat to the cheers of the fans. The commentators go wild, knowing this is the end of the road for him. TJ steps away from the corner, lowering him, then throwing him into the air into a spinebuster, finishing his Soulbuster. He covers him right there.
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3! TJ leaves Ryan gasping for air as Hide and Seek fills the arena. He jumps up and roars, playing to the fans, before dropping out of the ring and high-fiving his fans, exiting the ring.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:02:34 GMT -5
Battle of California Laron Xavier “Nigga can’t fuckin’ take dat shit. Armbar dis, armbar dat, it like da only word in da Brazilian language is fuckin’ armbar. Who give a fuck if we win by kickin’ da mutha fucka ‘stead o’ breakin’ da Nigga’s arm. We still win da fuckin’ match.” Faced with a match later this evening in the main event against Jon Taylor, Laron Xavier is backstage with a smile on his face. “Ladies and gentleman, ya’ll know me as dat guy runnin’ ’round callin’ people Nigga’s, even if dey not a Nigga. Now, las’ week I wrestled da match against dem Lamberts.” The picture of Laron cuts away to a different image. “Ya see, just like dat pasty Nigga dere dey be a lil limp in da wrist an’ have no fuckin’ talent whatsoever. It should a been no su’prise dat da ‘Tag Team of Gloriousness’ as we be called b’ dat Nigga Ali laid a beatin’ on those Nigga’s. Da problem though, m’ fuckin’ partner decided dat we have to win by da armbar instead o’ knockin’ a Nigga out.” Somewhere in the back, Thiago Gracie is surely trying to armbar the television but Laron keeps smiling. “I wonde’ what dat Nigga Armbar be armbarin’ ‘bout now. Maybe a Nigga should put an arm on da car for da Nigga t’ armbar.”As the picture turns back to Xavier he turns his attention back to the crowd. “Dis week though, I’m not wrestlin’ wit Thiago Armbar, I’m wrestlin’ b’ myself as da only true Nigga in ACW, Laron Xavier. Not only dat but I’m gon’ be da first eva real Nigga t’ hold da fuckin’ Ente’tainment championship o’ da world. Now ya might be sayin’ t’ ya self ‘now hold on, ya still have t’ beat dat Nigga Taylor who been on quite da roll as of late, but let’s take a look at him.” Again, the picture of Laron is replaced, this time by a picture of Jon Taylor circa 2008 “Ya see once ‘round a time, dat Nigga Taylor used to be good. He was da prodigy of da ACW and den beat da Senator, who’s ancestors enslaved m’ ancestors, t’ win da Inte’national title. He went along, winnin’ da matches, beatin’ Nigga’s up wit’ da Second Comin’, who knew he had da nuts t’ do dat, befo’ he lost t’ dat Nigga FSX. Ya see, dat loss drove dat Nigga crazy an’ den he became da Ultimate Competitor. He was runnin’ round, pissin’ dat White Nigga London off ‘cause he be writin’ ‘bout Lou da Camerman, esoteric bullshit dat no one gave a fuck ‘bout. Eventually he got mad after winnin‘ da title ‘gain and quit da fuckin‘ ACW.
Now if ya look at dat fuckin‘ picture, it‘s easy to see why dat Nigga be such a bitch. I mean, look at him, he from fuckin‘ California but he‘s a pasty Nigga, like he ain‘t neva seen da fuckin‘ sun. Dat Nigga can‘t stand t‘ fuckin‘ lose and afte‘ t‘night, he gon‘ run off wit‘ his tail between his legs ‘gain when he loses to da real Nigga, Laron Xavier.” Laron pauses for a moment, catching his breath. “Dis is why I’m betta den dat Nigga Armbar, ‘cause I can actually speak da fuckin’ English. Nigga’s don’ need no fuckin’ manager to say dey shit, Muhammed Ali didn’t need no Don King bullshit, wavin’ da flag and bein’ da first Nigga t’ have a grey afro.” Caught up, the picture cuts away, this time to a picture of Jon Taylor at present time. “So dat Nigga Taylor comes back, and deres a few differences. First, he did some bullshit wit’ his hair. Made sure dat he wasn’ mistaken for some Nigga wit’ cancer or some o’ dat bullshit. Den, he goes and gets a tattoo on his arm ‘cause all da hard Nigga’s have tattoo’s. He’s like, ‘man, I’m tough ‘cause I got a fuckin’ tattoo. Nigga, dat ain’t shit, just ‘cause ya put water on it and then it goes on ya arm don’ mean shit. Hell, Thiago’d armbar ya arm wit’ da tattoo on and den what ya gon do. Dat said, dere‘s one major difference in da new Jon Taylor.”“A’ight kid, now time fo’ da big hook.” Instead of cutting to Laron Xavier in the back, it cuts to another picture.[/I] “Ya see, da biggest difference is dat while dat Nigga was away from ACW he was on da Jersey Shore. Dat Nigga’s was partyin’ it up wit’ dem Nigga Guido’s, makin’ shit happenin’. Now I wasted five minutes o’ my life watchin’ dat Jersey Shore bullshit and so t’night, when I face dat Nigga Taylor. I’m not just gon’ be wrestlin’ fo’ da Title, but also ‘cause dat Nigga wasted five minutes o’ my time when I coulda been smokin’ da Ganja or sippin’ Hennesey.” The camera cuts back to Laron who smiles at everyone. “So, ladies and gentleman of da jury, if ya da member o’ da klan, go and get ya shotty ‘cause Laron Xavier is gon’ bring home da gold dis evenin’ in da battle o’ California. It’ gon’ be like da battle o’ da bulge, where as I win’ dere ‘cause I’m black, I win in da ring ‘cause I got too much skill fo’ da Jersey shore.”With that, the scene fades to black.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:03:22 GMT -5
Coming back to ringside, Shining Star starts up for the first time in a while, as the fans erupt at the long-awaited return of Buddy Ghee. He stands tall as the spotlight comes to him, causing him to do his classic fist-roll. He puts the microphone to his lips as he begins walking towards the ring.
Buddy Ghee: So everyone has been asking. Everyone has been sending letters, calling my phone, writing to their congressman, asking "where is Buddy Ghee?" Where has Buddy Ghee gone? Why haven't I seen that gate in so long? It all started after Hello Goodbye...
Buddy steps between the ring ropes.
Buddy Ghee: I beat Laron Xavier and celebrated my victory backstage before realizing: wait a minute... I'm the baddest mutha in the business! I'm the best damn high-flier to ever grace the ring of ACW. I had problems with beating Laron Xavier? I should've been in the showers in five. But I almost got wrecked. Maybe I've let my success go to my head. Maybe I'm letting myself go. Maybe I need more training. So, I promptly came to my senses and decided that the thing is strategy. I decided to meet with the greatest strategists in the world: Smarks. So, I got my gasmask and radiation suit and went to the basement of the nearest housewife.
A section of the audience starts booing Buddy.
Buddy Ghee: After declining a game of Dungeons and Dragons, I decided to make an exchange: They help me come up with a sound strategy, and I tell them what a woman feels like. So, they're helping me figure out a new... Modus operandi. And by next week, I'll know exactly how to face off against my opponents. Will it be... Teddy Wellington? No, he'll be too afraid after the ass-whoopin' I laid on him at Omega Effect. What about TJ? No, he's been so weak recently that it wouldn't be the right decision. Maybe the returning Jake Steele? Could be an interesting challenge... Oh! What's this? It seems that Laron Xavier and Taylor will be wrestling over the Entertainment Title. Well, then. I guess I'll have to be ringside for that, huh? Whatever choice I make, I'll be sure that nobody will look at Buddy Ghee the same way again.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:03:33 GMT -5
We open to find a load of kids doing graffiti outside a bakery shown on last week's show with Ivan and Jeremy. The owner spots them and rushes out.
"Go away! You wankers!" he shouts.
The boys turn and run but leave their mark on the man's wall. A large cock with jizz coming out. Oh how funny the youth of today are. It isn't long, though, until he hears a scream around the corner. He rushes around to see.
"What the hell have you done?!"
The man is staring at Ivan Boreanaz standing over three of the youths. All of which have been KOed and are covered in blood. Ivan's face is expressionless.
"I thought you said the kids were no issue," Jeremy points out when he steps out of the darkness.
"They're not. That's a tiny bit of graffiti. Nothing more than that."
"But it's a nuisance that you won't be getting again. At least not from these three."
Jeremy gestures at the trio of prone bodies whilst Ivan bends down and relieves them of their wallets and phones.
"This isn't the way to deal with kids. This is wrong. If anything things could escalate."
"I'll be expecting the call about protection in the next 48 hours then."
Jeremy and Ivan simply turn and leave in the opposite direction from the man down the alley. He runs his hands through his hair and looks around rather frantically as the scene fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:06:25 GMT -5
The following match is a particularly important one, as we fade in. There’s certainly a tasty atmosphere as the Capitalists prepare to go up against The Royles, with the winning team earning their representative the right to the stipulation at 7 Deadly Sins. Both Dan and Senator are with their teams, as the match is ready to go.
The bell rings with Fitsharris and Biggin in the ring, the smaller representatives of both teams. They both know that this match is important for their old friends, and are eager to pick up a victory as they lock up. Being the larger of the duo, Biggin grabs Fitsharris by the forearm and twists him into a Hammerlock, and attempts to hit an Atomic Drop. Fitsharris foresees this and jumps onto Biggin’s knee, catapulting himself off and towards the ropes, bouncing off and bringing the Welshman down with a headscissors takedown. He makes a quick cover but before he holds it in, quickly locks in the headlock and begins punching on Biggin. The referee comes in to make a count and Fitsharris releases after giving his opponent a good dosage, before tagging in Kalb. He steps over the ropes and looks rather eager to give out some punishment, lifting up a withered Biggin and slamming him to the ground with a hard slam. He then lifts Biggin up again, eager to give out some more offense, and whips him hard at the ropes. Kalb then prepares for “The Best Drop Toe Hold in the Business”, launching Biggin at the ropes with it and attempting his trademark follow up, the lariat, only for the Welshman to spectacularly duck it, following up with a brutal elbow to the face, knocking Kalb off his feet. Biggin makes a much needed tag in his corner, bringing McGroin into the equation.
With Kalb struggling to his feet, McGroin knows that he’s got an advantage in this match, and Dan watches on keenly as he lifts Kalb up, and plants him back to the floor with a vicious uppercut. He then lifts Kalb back up to his feet, attempting an Irish Whip. Kalb uses his extra strength to reverse the hold, and McGroin goes flying. The former two-time Junior champion attempts a haymaker, only for McGroin to duck it. He kicks Kalb in the midsection, and follows that up with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He makes a cover, but Kalb kicks out before three, with Fitsharris and Senator looking on with slight concern. They needn’t worry, but McGroin is still carrying the upper hand, lifting Kalb up and taking him to his corner, tagging Biggin in. A Double Pendulum Backbreaker follows, and Biggin adds his own tuppence worth with a leg drop to his fallen opponent. He picks Kalb up and doubles him over, running at the ropes and attempting a Sunset Flip. But wait! Kalb manages to catch him in midair, and he sends him to the ground with an impromptu powerbomb. Senator applauds at the reversal and the crowd cheers as Fitsharris begs for the pin. Biggin is down and out, but Kalb slowly begins to stir. He crawls over, with Dan shouting at his team from the other end of the ring for motivation, prompting Biggin to stir, and he begins to pick himself up. He manages to get to his feet, but at the same time as Fitsharris, and there’s a loud pop as he enters the ring.
He quickly takes Biggin down with a clothesline. Biggin is back up but then back to the ground again following a dropkick. McGroin enters the ring and turns Fitsharris around, but he’s truly in his element and he brings McGroin to the ground with an arm drag, followed by a leg drop swiftly to the back of the head. The match has quickly descended into chaos with Dan getting up onto the apron, but hesitates before dropping back down, choosing to allow the teams to fight amongst themselves. Fitsharris picks Kalb up and attempts to go for the Exchange Drop. McGroin however recovers and gets out of it, bringing Fitsharris to the floor with a forearm takedown. He then taunts Fitsharris into getting to his feet and the capitalist slowly does so, and is about to walk straight into a Zidane Headbutt. However he’s able to dart out of the way at the last moment, with McGroin cracking his head right into the turnbuckle! Stunned, he’s unable to comprehend getting rolled up by Fitsharris and with Kalb tackling Biggin at the last moment, the referee counts for the 1-2-3!
Philip: Here are your winners....The Capitalists!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:08:57 GMT -5
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:17:50 GMT -5
Jake Steele vs. Buddy Ghee (Grumpy CP)
This match was a barn burned as Buddy Ghee looked to make a statment in his return from a brief hiatus against a former world champion. He started off hot, controlling the pace by out hustling Jake Steele, eventually taking him down with a big DDT that nearly ended it. Steele managed to kick out at two but the crowd was really behind the master of funk in this one.
Steele managed to take some of the momentum away from Buddy by reversing a pendulum backbreaker attempt into a backslide that got two for him. From there he utilized his speed advantage by wearing Buddy Down with some power offense broken up by a number of submissions, culminating in a Brooklyn Crab attempt by Steele. Ghee nearly tapped out but managed to fight on and get a hold of the ropes to an ovation from the crowd.
The match neared an end with Ghee trying his hardest to find a chance to recompose himself after the submission but Steele kept on him for about three minutes, scoring with a back suplex that got two. He looked to end it with the Right In Yo Face, but Ghee managed to duck out of the way and score with a german suplex. Going to the top rope, Buddy looked for the Shining Star but as he leaped off once Steele got to his feet, the savvy verteran ducked out of the way. Ghee managed to stick the landing, but was caught immediately by the Right In Yo Face, the Busaiku Knee Kick notching another victim as Steele picked up the hotly contested match.
Winner: Jake Steele.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:18:44 GMT -5
Segment: Schemes (Credit: Ascendency)
The camera fades in to a now familiar scene: The Ascendancy locker-room. Inside three of the stable’s members stand. Jason Freeman, Senator Steve Phillips, and Ryan Cole. Dominic Campbell, the bodyguard of Cole, stands inside as well. All of these men have had many issues with other members of the roster, and the room seems to be in silence. Perhaps each man is scheming and preparing his own actions for tonight’s show. Jason Freeman has his issues with Danny Mainer (and his future championship match to plan for.) Ryan Cole has been dealing with both Theodore Wellington and Ivan Boreanaz. The Senator had been involved with a newly vicious Dan White. In any case, the silence is soon broken as the door slams open and the Entertainment Champion Jon Taylor storms inside.
As any reader of ACW.com knows, the chairman Samuel Hawthorne has recently installed an electric tag onto Jon Taylor. This tag would stop Taylor from going within 100m of "The Soul of Philly" TJ. More importantly however, to Jon Taylor, was the disrespect that was shown in forcing him to wear the tag in the first place. As he looks around the room, it is obvious to everybody they are about to be subjected to a rant, and Taylor does not dissapoint.
Taylor: Who does Samuel Hawthorne think he is?! Did you see what happened before? He had the nerve to approach me and force me to wear an electric tag like I'm some sort of criminal! I'm not allowed to go within 100m of TJ? If anything HE should be the one with the tag. He's the real mad man! He attacked ME! We need to take action! I mean look at this! Look at what I have to deal with!
The men in the room look down at the bracelet around Taylor’s leg. The electronic tag meant to keep him away from TJ. Taylor seems to be fuming, and he looks up with a glare as Ryan Cole smirks.
Cole: Could we get Hawthorne to change that tag so you can't come in 100m of me too?
Taylor: Quiet, kid! This is not a joke! This is an example of corrupt leadership! Hawthorne has it in for me, and even though he should be THROWING himself at me because I’m the biggest star in this company, he obviously sees me as too big a threat. I'm not concerned with what the tag does, I'm concerned with the fact that he thinks he has the right to put it on me in the first place!
Cole:Well you know we have to keep track of you, can't let you go escaping into the outside world.
Taylor: What did you say, kid?!
At this point Taylor looks ready to actually take things to blows, as enraged as he is about the situation. Taylor clenches his fists, but before anything can go down, the Senator speaks.
Senator: Now, now. This is not worth coming to blows over…and if anything it is a smart move by Hawthorne. After all, had I known that there was a device that keeps Jon Taylor out of a hundred meter range, I would have been sure to pick one up long ago.
Taylor now turns his head towards the Senator, and this time it is Jason Freeman’s time to step in.
Cole: See.
Freeman: Enough.
It’s just one word, and while it isn’t shouted it is clearly a command. Although his temper was flaring, something in the word causes Taylor to stop and turn, and the Senator reacts in the same way. Freeman's words have power in them. He had not spoken previously, and he doesn’t seem very amused by the arguments between his stablemates.
Freeman: This isn’t a joke. Jon Taylor is correct. Hawthorne is treating him as if he was a criminal, and it is clearly intentional. It seems that he has been singled out. After all, what about TJ? Was he not the one who assaulted Taylor last week? It isn't exactly unexpected. Hawthorne has made his stance on Ascendency clear. It seems that Jon Taylor is receiving the blunt of the punishment, though we could all be next. Hawthorne is going to abuse his power in an attempt to take us down, but we can't let it affect us.
Taylor: That’s exactly what I’ve been saying! If you’re just going to repeat whatever I say, what’s the point of talking to you?
Freeman: Hmph. In any case, I think that at this point, you’re right. Action must be taken. For Ascendency.
Taylor: Oh, it will be! Don't think I'd come in here if I wasn't ready. If Hawthorne thinks he has the best of me, he quite obviously doesn’t know me very well.
Cole: What’s there to do? You’ve got the tag already, and it doesn’t seem like there’s anything to be done. Not that you could have done anything anyways, with or without the tag.
Freeman: I believe I said enough, did I not? Now…Taylor. I’m assuming you have a plan?
Taylor: Take this, and read it. It says all that you need to know.
Taylor reaches into his pocket, and then pulls out a piece of paper, that he hands to Freeman. Freeman opens it, and Phillips and Cole look at it as well, though the camera is unable to get a glimpse of the writing. The only indication of what the plan may be that can be seen are the faces of Freeman, Cole, and the Senator. As they look it over, Taylor leaves the room. Freeman nods after a minute, apparently having reached the end.
Cole: No way in hell this works. I can't see this working. At all.
Freeman: I believe it will.
Senator: Well, all that I know is there is no chance I will be involved in any shenanigans meant to help Jon Taylor. I told you from the beginning, I would never assist him. That is not changing now. If you would like to carry out these foolish instructions, then feel free, but you shall not be receiving any assistance from me.
And with that Phillips takes his leave as well.
Cole: “You shall not be receiving any assistance from me.” It might as well be his catchphrase by now. Maybe put it on a shirt.
Freeman: Let him be.
This is a shocking statement coming from Freeman, judging by his past reactions.
Cole: Wait, what? Let him be? What’d I miss? A month ago you were the first one to jump down his throat, and now all of a sudden you don’t care anymore? I’m not exactly a Jon Taylor fan either, but you don’t see me just storming out of here.
Freeman: Drop it. Let him be.
Cole: So, what are you saying then? No confrontation? Nothing? You’re going to just let it go?
Freeman: That’s right.
Cole: But…why?!
Freeman: I have my reasons. Here. I have some business to attend to. You continue reading this as you will.
And without another word, Freeman too leaves the room leaving Cole and Campbell alone.
Cole: Something isn't right here Dom. And I don't just mean Taylor's spelling.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:19:47 GMT -5
Big Frank (Frank Washington, TJ, Scorpion and CP)
The scene opens backstage as ‘The Soul of Philly’ TJ is seated in his locker room, removing his wrist tape following his victory. It’s relatively plain looking, just a few pieces of memorabilia from the 215. Seated beside him is the latest edition of Power Pulse magazine, with TJ on the cover. There’s a knock at the door and as TJ turns to his right, he looks right at Frank Washington.
TJ: “What do you want?”
Frank: “To talk.”
TJ studies Frank for a moment, the memory of Madness in March, where Frank clocked him in the back of the head, almost costing him the Entertainment Championship.
TJ: “If you’re here to give me some bullshit apology about what happened in March, don’t bother. I’ve got more important things to deal with at the moment.”
Frank: “It’s not bullshit TJ, what happened back then was about making a name for Frank Washington. Same as I told you when you first came and worked for me. I didn’t care how you did it, just as long as you made a name for yourself. It’s not easy to get people to care about you in this business, but now, look at me.”
TJ: “I don’t need to look at you Frank, as far as I’m concerned what you did in March was who you’ve always been. I’ve not forgotten what happened between The Revolution and Devestation Inc. I’ve not forgotten what you did to Stamp at Rebirth, he’ll I’ve seen you as of late and you haven’t changed a bit. You’ve always been self serving and that’s the reason your company fell.”
Frank looks at TJ and steps in from the hallway and pulls the door shut behind him. TJ doesn’t flinch but his back goes a little more rigid, ready to defend an attack at a moments notice.
Frank: “Alright, I’ve always been about me, but that’s why I’m here to talk to you. It would’ve been easy to side with Chris, to take the road to the top but you and I both know that he’s falling down while you’re soaring to the top. I also know that until you get some back up, Taylor and Ascendancy are going to prevent you from winning back your Entertainment Championship.”
TJ: “So you’re proposing I team back up with you and let you have my back. This sounds strikingly familiar Frank and I’ve not forgotten what happened last time.”
Frank: “That’s exactly what I’m proposing but this time it will be different. What better way to make a name for myself then by helping you win the Entertainment Championship, drawing the ire of ascendancy and putting myself into position to take them down one by one. They’re dominant TJ, we’ve both seen it, but together we can take them down and make a name for the both of us.”
TJ looks at Frank, still not completely buying the notion of contrition from his former employer.
Frank: “Besides, we said when ECF faltered we’d stick together. Chris forgot about that, I haven’t.”
Frank extends his hand to TJ a smile on his face. The big man hesitates for a moment before finally standing up and looking Frank did in the eye.
TJ: “Alright, but if you screw me over, so help me God I’ll take you out.”
Frank: “Believe me, if I do, you’ll have bigger problems than me.”
TJ pulls his hand back and looks at Frank.
TJ: “What is that supposed to mean?”
Frank: “I know you TJ, and you’ll beat on yourself more than me if I do turn my back on you.”
TJ smiles and punches Frank in the shoulder before shaking his hand. Frank nods at TJ before exiting the room when all of the sudden he is bowled over by Chris Phenomenal. Chris looks at Frank for a moment before he starts to brawl with him. TJ, seeing the commotion, comes out to help Frank and the two begin to two on one Chris Phenomenal, striking him while he is caught on the ground. Chris finally is able to get to his feet but TJ and Frank continue to go at him before they look up and see The Scorpion at the end of the hallway.
Scorpion: “Leave him be.”
TJ and Frank look at The Scorpion for a moment before heading back into the locker room as Chris turns and looks at Scorpion, hatred in his eyes.
Chris: “You.”
Scorpion smiles at Chris for a moment before pulling out the White Rose from the pocket of his trench coat. He stares at Chris before firing it at him, striking him in the arm. Chris looks at the Scorpion for a moment before smiling and shaking his head.
Chris: “A flower, is that all …”
Chris stops however as he falls face first to the ground, seemingly out of nowhere as the Scorpion looks on.
Scorpion: “Tonight, you will be cleansed, Seraph.”
With that, Scorpion walks over and picks Chris Phenomenal up, putting him into a fireman’s carry and marching him down the hall as the scene cuts to a close.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:20:00 GMT -5
SAVE FOR MR. CORNELL JASON FREEMAN
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:20:44 GMT -5
Fall Tour (Hawthorne)
With our main event moments away, we come in from commercial break to Chairman Hawthorne in his office.
Hawthorne: “Ladies and Gentleman, thank you once again for joining us this evening and I do hope I won’t take up any valuable time. That being said, we have three big announcements that I am pleased to share with each and everyone of you this evening.”
He pauses for a moment before making his first announcement.
Hawthorne: “Last week, Frank Washington, former world champion in a number of federations interfered in the Chris Phenomenal match. It takes a special person to be an ACW star, and we feel given Frank’s track record and his initiative that he will be one. So it is with that I am proud to announce that he will be joining the ACW roster, effective immediately. Our fans have always clamoured for ‘Big’ Frank and we are proud to offer it to them.
It is in this vain that I am proud to announce that even though we will not be having an official ‘super card’ three hour event, in September, ACW in connection with our sponsors and television providers. Will be offering the first ever ACW Fan Appreciation evening. Admission will be free, with meet and greets prior to the event. Every title belt will be defended and it will be presented commercial free for our television audience. It is with your continued support that ACW grows so on September 27th, it is our chance to thank you.”
Another pause as the crowd cheers the announcement.
Hawthorne: Our third announcement is also that following Fan Appreciation Evening, we will be partaking in a tour of Canada for October and November, before returning to ACW Island for Winters Discontent as previously announced. We have never made an official tour of the great white north, and it is our great pleasure to let them know that we recognize their support, and also the quality wrestlers they have produced for ACW in the future past.
A slight groan from the ACW Island audience, but in the great white north, the cheers are being heard.
Hawthorne: Now I do believe we have a scheduled main event, so without further ado. Take it away Phillip.
We cut away to ringside.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:21:22 GMT -5
Main Event (A Grumpy CP)
Phillip: Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Entertainment Championship.
“Westside” begins to play, the crowd rises up as Laron Xavier steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp. Laron pauses at the top of the entrance ramp and yells out Westside along with Tupac at the top of the ramp before beginning his stroll down to the ring.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring, the challenger weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds. Laron Xavier.
Reaching the bottom Laron steps up the ring steps and then pulls on the ring ropes, slingshotting him into the ring. He walks across the entrance ramp swaying to the beat as the second set of “Westsides” fill the arena and Laron strolls into his corner and prepares himself for the upcoming match as Revolution Begins by Arch Enemy plays and Taylor strides to the ring cockily.
Phillip: And his opponent, the champion, Jon Taylor.
Taylor slides into the ring and when he gets to his feet and begins to pose with his title, Laron Xavier slaps him in the face. Taylor turns around, slightly insulted and eats a reverse roundhouse from the cocky newcomer, laying him out as Laron makes the quick pin.
…1 …2
NO! Jon Taylor kicks out at two as he seems a little shell shocked by the eagerness of Laron Xavier. That eagerness isn’t stopped as Laron picks Taylor up and quickly whips him into the ring ropes before scoring with a crooked arm lariat. Taylor is slow to his feet and when he gets there, Laron takes him down with a beautiful Teardrop suplex before floating over and making the cover.
…1 …2
NO! Again, Taylor just barely kicks out.
McNally: Laron Xavier has come out looking like gangbusters.
Edison: Don’t let him hear you say that Maxxy, Laron doesn’t seem like the guy who’d be friends with the police.
McNally: I wouldn’t disagree with that Eddie but it’s a standard expression in the English language. I …
Edison: Yes, but you’ve heard the way he speaks, he’s almost as bad as Thiago Gracie. He’d think you were insulting him and shank you.
Back in the ring, Laron has Taylor pinned in the corner and is assaulting him with a set of vicious chops, the collection of standard woo’s ringing around the arena. Taylor appears to be gassed as Laron heads out of the corner hit’s the far ropes and comes back at an angle, looking for a stinger splash. This doesn’t work out to well for him though as just in the nick of time, Jon Taylor ducks out of the way and Laron crashes into the turnbuckle. With Laron stunned, Taylor takes a moment to gather himself before taking him down with a backdrop suplex and keeping the shoulders down for the pin.
…1
Laron Xavier kicks out fairly easily but Jon Taylor keeps the action going. Rolling over into a front neck crank submission, trying to box Laron in to his own body. It takes near thirty seconds and some crafty maneuvering but Laron manages to make his way to a vertical base and tries to push Taylor off of him but can’t so drops out into a roll up pin, Taylor keeping the neck crank locked in but in the process making sure his shoulders are pressed to the ground.
…1 …2
Taylor is forced to break the hold in order to kick out as Laron Xavier quickly rolls away.
McNally: Good poise shown by the young kid there. We’ve really seen him grow in the ring and it’s a testament to his desire to become the best.
Edison: I know but you’ve got to think when you’re working with a black belt like Gracie, you’re not going to be losing by submission any time soon.
McNally: I don’t think Thiago would be happy winning by a seated guillotine as witnessed earlier this evening.
Edison: Sure he would Maxxy, a wins a win, no matter what happens. Especially in a match for the Entertainment Championship. It doesn’t matter if you win by poking him in the chest, punching him in the head or breaking his arm, so long as you walk out with the title.
Back In the rign, Taylor has beaten Laron to his feet and kept control of the action with Laron stuck in the corner. Taylor Irish whips him across the ring and charges in looking for a big clothesline. Xavier has other ideas though as he runs up the turnbuckle and flips back over the charging Taylor. Taylor manages to avoid a collision with the turnbuckle but when he turns around is almost caught by a shotei from Laron but he manages to duck it and when Laron stops in the corner, hits him with a massive gut wrench suplex and then hooks the leg for the pin.
…1 …2
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:21:41 GMT -5
NO! Laron kicks out at two prolonging the match as Jon Taylor looks down slightly frustrated. He takes it out on Xavier and begins to stomp away at the downed opponent until Raymond Allen Flemming intervenes and pushes him away, allowing Laron to get up to his feet. Once he does, the fire that was in him at the start of the match returns as he takes Jon Taylor down with a double leg tackle and resorts to simple street brawling, trying to pound him out. RAF tries to get involved but stops himself as he realizes that Laron has punched himself into a predicament as Taylor one arm trapped and almost has the Triangle of Perfection locked in. Laron realizes his air in the nick of time however, and apparently he’s been watching fellow black man Rampage Jackson in Pride FC as he lifts Taylor up before sloppily dropping him onto the back of his neck, breaking free of the Triangle attempt.
McNally: That had to hurt Jon Taylor, landing like that on his neck but what a clever move by Laron Xavier, power bombing his way out of the triangle attempt.
Edison: If John Taylor had locked that in it would’ve been sayonara for Laron Xavier and back to the gutters of Compton.
Laron looks down at John Taylor and realizes that if he has any shot at winning the title, this is it. As he slowly gets to his feet, Laron scores with a reverse roundhouse kick again, knocking Taylor into the ropes, grabbing his head he looks to hit the Ode to Compton but in the nick of time, Taylor shoves him off and sends him flying to the outside, crashing to the floor below.
McNally: That had to hurt, I mean look at the way he landed Eddie.
We go to split screen as one side has Jon Taylor collecting his breath and the other showing Laron’s landing right on his arm.
Edison: That’s another way to break your arm, landing on it like that.
McNally: And how ironic would it be, the flack Laron gives Thiago about that armbar and how it doesn’t work.
Edison: You know, I found that Yoda bit about Nigerian Ali …
McNally: Ali Ahmed Meheromohammandi.
Edison: Whatever, I found it hilarious same as Thiago Armbar …
McNally: Thiago Gracie.
Edison: Yeah, about the car and armbars hilarious. No wonder Trance Armstrong …
McNally: Birmingham.
Edison: If you keep interrupting me I won’t finish my story.
McNally: Maybe you should get their names right then and I won’t need to interrupt you.
Edison: DANGEROUS!!!
Back in the action, Laron had broken the ten count and as Taylor looked to score with a running knee, Laron ducked out of the way and as Taylor turned around, scored with a head spiking rana and sat in for the cover.
…1 …2 …
McNally: Did he get him?
RAF waves off the fall as the crowd lets out a groan, thinking that Laron had put away Jon Taylor.
McNally: What an incredibly move from Laron Xavier.
Edison: I don’t think we’ve seen that one pulled out by him before.
McNally: I don’t think so either but you have to step up your game when you’re going for the title.
Laron looks down and shakes his head, thinking he had it. He’ll not dettered however as he quickly grabs hold of the arm of Jon Taylor, and in an ironic twist slaps on a Fujiwara armbar.
McNally: And look at this.
Edison: Laron Xavier with the Fujiwara armbar.
McNally: Wouldn’t this be something if he managed to win via armbar considering Thiago’s outburst earlier this evening.
Edison: Touche
Laron’s Fujiwara is no where’s close to the power of Thiago’s juji-gatame and it’s apparent when Taylor manages to break out of it and slide to his feet as Laron turns around and Taylor delivers a thumb to the eye, causing the crowd to hiss. RAF goes after Taylor, admonishing him for the blatant act of cheating. Taylor shrugs it off and goes after Laron, scoring with a set of big elbows and kicks before taking him down with a german suplex and having been pressed like never before face washes him as he covers.
…1 …2
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 17, 2010 1:21:59 GMT -5
NO! Laron kicks out as Taylor looks down and just shakes his head before pulling him up and whipping him into the ropes. On the return he looks to score with a clothesline but Laron ducks it and on the second come back, the two score with a clothesline each both men down and breathing heavily.
McNally: What a match up this has been Eddie.
Edison: This is exactly what the ACW Entertainment Division is all about.
The referee’s count reaches nine before both men get to their feet, showing signs of exhaustion having gone non step for the better portion of fifteen minutes. As they lock up collar and elbow for the first time, Taylor looks for the sneaky inside cradle but Laron will have nothing to do with it, rolling out and when Taylor gets to his feet, pulling off a shoulder roll type dance move and telling Taylor to ‘bring it on’. Taylor charges and his aggression gets the best of him as Laron takes him down with a drop toe hold, perching him on the second rope.
The crowd roars as they know what’s coming, Laron getting to his feet, going across the ring into the ropes before coming back and scoring with a tiger feint kick and coming through and quickly covering him.
…1 …2 …
McNally: We have a new Entertainment champion.
Edison: NO!
McNally: I don’t believe it.
Jon Taylor manages to kick out at the last possible moment as the crowd goes from eruption to dejected as Laron looks down at Taylor. Knowing full while that it’s going to take an Ode to Compton to put the reigning Entertainment Champion away. Backing away, he waits for Taylor to get to his feet and once he does, puts him into a side headlock. As he charges, this time he makes sure Taylor can’t push him away but goes slightly slower and thus, allows Taylor to counter with a roll up type pin as Laron comes off. With Laron packaged up, RAF comes in and makes the count.
…1
Taylor sticks his feet on the ropes.
…2
McNally: Not like this
… … …
3/Kickout.
Jon Taylor rolls out of the ring as RAF calls for the bell, the kickout coming a moment too late from Laron Xavier.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion, Jon Taylor. The crowd boos as Taylor poses with the title, smirking at Laron Xavier as the show cuts to it’s final commercial break.
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