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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 23, 2010 22:37:03 GMT -5
Triple Threat Match Ryan Cole vs. Buddy Ghee vs. Ivan Boreanaz
Handicap Match Chris Phenomenal vs. Tag Team of Gloriousness
One Fall to a Finish Dan White vs. Theodore Wellington
Special Feature Return of the Thunderous One!
Main Event Jason Freeman and Jon Taylor vs. Danny Mainer and TJ
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:06:56 GMT -5
Before the logo is displayed and the theme music blares, this week’s edition of Monday Night Warfare begins on a different note. The first thing our viewer sees is a live shot of somewhere in the arena, which looks to be the parking garage. In the distance a large, black limousine can be seen driving ever so closer to us. In just a matter of a few seconds it pulls into the whole frame. Out pops the driver and as he waltzes to the back of the automobile and pulls open the passenger door, our camera drops down and goes out of focus. However, before it does, the following voice can be heard: “Let’s get this party started.”
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:08:31 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: Trial By Fire (Credit: Scorpion, CP)
McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, we are now going to air some very strange and incredibly disturbing footage. Earlier today we received an anonymous tape at the ACW offices and upon viewing its contents, have decided that it is best to show all of you. Due to the disturbing nature of this material, we must advise all viewers to take appropriate precautions regarding themselves and their families.
Edison: As our viewers are well aware, there has been a constantly-escalating blood feud occurring over the past few weeks between Chris Phenomenal and The Scorpion. Last week, we saw Phenomenal getting taken away by The Scorpion after falling unconscious. We all wondered what happened…and now the entire world gets to view the answer.
The slight sound of static can be heard as the camera slowly flickers to life, stabilizing after some initial poor picture quality. The lens examines its environment, a dark and dreary room seemingly devoid of joy or emotion. The camera is broadcasting in night-vision mode, as the only source of light appears to be three small candles burning slowly on a shelf nearby. The room is devoid of furniture other than a long table with a dusty tablecloth covering its contents. The most pressing item in the room however, is undoubtedly the giant wooden cross leaning against the wall.
Seemingly composed of aged and polished wood, the cross is with nary a scratch or knot. The beauty of the wood is in sharp contrast to the ugliness of the scene however, as an unconscious Chris Phenomenal is seen chained to the cross in a position identical to the crucifixion of Jesus. A crown of thorns has been placed upon his head, seemingly meant to add to the bizarre symbolism of the situation. The camera simply remains still for a couple minutes, noticing nothing other than the soft flickers of candlelight and the soft pulsations of Chris Phenomenal’s chest, showing that he is indeed still breathing.
Suddenly, the relative calm of the scene is shattered when, from off camera, a large amount of water suddenly splashes over Chris’s prone body. The water is seemingly cold, as Chris quickly jolts awake in shock and quickly learns of his imprisonment. He jerks forward with all his might, but even Chris Phenomenal is unable to break solid steel chains. He continues to jerk forward as he grits his teeth, obviously aware of his predicament. Those same teeth turn into a grimace of absolute hatred as another figure suddenly steps in from the side of the camera. The man’s back is to the lens, but judging by the black pants, black gloves, and long wavy black hair, it is safe to presume that the figure is none other than Chris’s blood rival The Scorpion.
The situation takes another frightening turn as Chris lets out a deep and guttural yell, as if the hatred he feels for the man in front of him is boiling over and exploding into a burning fire. Chris screams once more, but it does nothing to shake the resolve of the man in front of him. The man quickly glances towards the camera, confirming that it is indeed The Scorpion, before speaking aloud to the chained man in front of him.
The Scorpion: Those who sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, bound in affliction and irons. Because they rebelled against the words of God, and despised the counsel of the most high. Therefore he brought down their heart with labor; they fell down and there was none to help.
Obviously quoting from the Bible, the words do little to reduce the intense anger and hatred burning in Chris’s eyes. However, even he was aware of what was meant by the words. Spoken in the book of Psalms, the text comes from a passage describing the glory of God and his ability to free those from trouble should they ask for help. The words ring hollow in the ears of Chris Phenomenal though, for he would sooner suffer in the flames of hell itself before granting his rival any legitimacy.
Chris Phenomenal: Take your biblical passages and stick them up your ass you damned freak! You think for one second I’ll give praise to your bullshit messiah!? You’d best fucking kill me right now, because I’ll die before I’ll give you the pleasure you piece of shit!!!
His harsh words spoken, Chris quickly leans his head forward and spits at his hated enemy. However, The Scorpion casually tilts his head to the side and avoids the warm saliva coming towards him. He softly snickers to himself before calmly walking over towards the table covered in cloth. He quickly grabs the cloth and in one fluid motion yanks it off the table. Once this is done, the camera catches Chris’s eyes going wide for a split second before returning to normal. Sitting on the table are a large assortment of various devices, however all of them have one trait in common: human torture.
The table serves as a palette upon which the tools of human evil rest, as it provides a resting place for various instruments. Knives, scissors, various buckets, a small leather bullwhip, a tazer, and, perhaps most disturbing of all, an acetylene torch. The Scorpion casually looks over his instruments before finally speaking aloud once more.
The Scorpion: How well versed are you in human history pagan? Do you remember the legend of the Inquisition? It was first started in the Middle Ages, a means by which the Church would stamp out heresy and disobedience from among its ranks. All means of brutal tortures were inflicted and those who did not repent faced death at the hands of a purifying fire. It was a barbaric time, and yet strangely enough there were those that even in the wake of eternal damnation did not repent their wrongdoing. I wonder pagan; would the people of today have that same kind of willpower?
The Scorpion slowly picks up a long butcher knife near the edge of the table and slowly walks towards Chris now. He cocks his head to the side and looks at his captive quizzically, as if trying to read symbolism into the reactions. Chris remains quiet, but continues to shoot an icy glare at the man in front of him. Even when faced with an enemy brandishing a butcher knife, Chris Phenomenal does not waver in his undying hatred. Seemingly realizing this, The Scorpion actually snickers and holds the knife up to Chris’s throat. Chris instinctively raises his head, but continues to glare at The Scorpion before the religious fanatic speaks once again.
The Scorpion: What say you pagan? Would you repent your sins before the Inquisition of the modern age just as your ancestors did in the yesteryear of yore? Would you suffer the undying pain in order to satiate your insufferable human pride? You do realize that if I saw fit I could end your existence at this point in time, do you not? All it would take would be one single command from lord above. Would you continue to refuse repentance even then? Answer!
The Scorpion pushes the knife closer to Chris’s throat, but does not penetrate the skin or draw blood. He continues to look at Chris’s face, as if waiting for the answer he seeks. Finally, Chris looks to answer as he swallows and slowly speaks.
Chris Phenomenal: No matter what you do to me, no matter what pain you put me through, I will NEVER give you that type of gratification. You had better make damned sure I stop breathing tonight you fucking nutcase, because if I ever get loose, the tables will turn and WILL NOT hesitate like you’re doing now. Stick your God and your Inquisition right up your ass you damned freak!!!
With that, Chris has seemingly given his answer. The Scorpion once again calmly snickers, as if he knew such a reaction would occur. Strangely though, instead of attacking Chris with the knife, he calmly walks back over to the table and sits the knife down. He now grabs one of the large buckets and calmly looks back at Chris, who is staring ahead with a look of confusion. However, that look quickly changes to one of shock when The Scorpion quickly jerks the bucket forward, throwing its contents all over Chris! Chris shakes his head in reaction, as the contents of the bucket are quickly seen to be human blood! Chris looks slightly nervous, but quickly regains his composure as he looks at The Scorpion once more. The Scorpion now calmly holds out both arms, showing numerous cuts all along each limb. The blood that Chris Phenomenal is now covered in has come from The Scorpion himself. Chris sees this and once again shows a slightly hint of nervousness before The Scorpion speaks once more.
The Scorpion: Just as Moses turned water into blood, so too have I done the same. You should feel honored pagan, for you are covered in the blood of the messiah. Do you not feel it? Do you not feel the eternal purity of God consuming your wretched flesh?
Chris Phenomenal: You’re out of your fucking mind…
The Scorpion: Are not humans the ones that once said that a fine line exists between insanity and genius? If this is true, is it not possible that the two are symbiotic, merely two sides of one coin? What you call insanity, I might call genius. Do you wish to continue challenging that insanity pagan? After all, are not humans the one who express hesitance towards the insane, uncertain of what they might do?
The bizarre rambling continuing, The Scorpion now picks up the leather bullwhip. He quickly snaps it forward, the whip making a loud snapping sound as it connects with the floor, echoing throughout the tiny darkened room. Chris again shows a small hint of nervousness, but again refuses to say anything that would show submission to his rival’s will. Seeing this, The Scorpion quickly walks up to Chris and gets directly in his face, his own face mere inches apart from Chris’s.
The Scorpion: What’s wrong my pagan friend? Are you beginning to rethink your perception of reality? Are you beginning to realize that you are in a battle you cannot possibly win? Are you beginning to understand that even if you were to somehow defeat me then another messenger of God would simply step in and take my place?
Chris’s eyes grow wide at the last statement, the idea of an endless battle with men like The Scorpion seemingly giving him a jolt. Once again though, he does not show any signs of breaking. He continues to shoot The Scorpion a cold glare as he speaks once more.
Chris Phenomenal: You will not win…
The Scorpion: You’re right. I won’t win…because I already have…
The Scorpion now performs an action nearly unfathomable and actually shows a smile on his face. Not a grimace, not a smirk, not a sneer, but an actual smile. The sight is enough to jar even the toughest of men, as the creepiness factor reaches a level previously thought impossible. Seemingly knowing this, The Scorpion now walks over to the table once again and picks up the acetylene torch. He quickly ignites the torch and once again looks towards Chris with a sadistic smile on his face. He slowly picks up a pair of previously unseen safety goggle lying on the ground, but quickly tosses them over his shoulder into the corner. He slowly walks towards Chris now with that same smile, as Chris’s eyes begin to grow wider than before.
The Scorpion: And anyone not found written in the Book of Life was cast into the lake of fire – Revelation 20:15.
The Scorpion brings the torch close to Chris’s face now…and then it finally happens. Chris’s eyes grow wide with fear and he has to shut them and turn away. Chris Phenomenal, despite not expressing it verbally, has finally given in to his humanity and shown the understandable emotion of fear. Nobody will think less of him given his circumstances, but for the briefest of moments, his pride has been broken. The Scorpion sees this and quickly stops dead in his tracks, staring at Chris for several seconds. Finally, he quickly drops the torch on the ground in front of him, the flame sputtering out as it lands in the puddle of water from earlier. Chris seemingly notices and appears to try and turn to look, but before he can The Scorpion quickly produces another white rose and throws it directly into Chris’s chest. The flower sticks there for a few seconds before Chris quickly falls unconscious once again.
Seemingly content, The Scorpion now walks over to the camera and leans down in front of the lens. He zooms the camera in so only his eyes are visible, the lens actually showing a reflection of itself in the glassy green of The Scorpion’s eyes. While holding this image, The Scorpion utters one last statement.
The Scorpion: And behold, I am coming quickly, and my reward is with me, to give everyone according to his work. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last…
The madness finally over, The Scorpion quickly moves to shut off the camera, the last thing the lens captures being Chris Phenomenal unconscious on the cross, with his head bowed, wearing a crown of thorns…
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:09:19 GMT -5
SEGMENT 1 Credit: Danny Mainer As the intro fireworks die down we're cut to the commentators desk where the boys McNally and Edison sit ready to host another great episode of Warfare.McNally: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to another EXPLOSIVE edition of Monday Night Warfare with myself, Maxwell McNally and my co-host and broadcasting partner "FAST" Eddie Edison! How's it going Eddie? Edison: We're in for an exciting edition of Warfare tonight and what a main event we have. The number 1 contender to Danny Mainer's world title Jason Freeman and Entertainment champion Jon Taylor will be facing the ex-champ "The Soul of Philly" TJ and Danny Mainer in tag team action. What a match that'll be! McNally: And that brings us on to a very interesting point, Danny Mainer has not been on our screens for two weeks now and one has to wonder if he'll even bother to appear here tonight for his tag match as- As if on cue, "Cherry Cola" by The Eagles of Death Metal blasts over the sound system and the crowd goes absolutely frozen cold for the sight of their world champion strolling out of the stage. Yes! The man himself appears from out of the curtain looking as... bald as ever and the audience aren't happy to see him. Having been suspended one week and missing for no reason whatsoever the next. Mainer has been a disappointment to the fans and rightfully so, he had some 'splainin' to do but here he was now ready to go.McNally: Is that Mainer?! The crowd are completely dead towards him. They are not happy with the champion. Edison: Forget that crap, where's his hair?! Yes, that's right. The champion has a new fuckin' haircut it seems but still has his bitching beard. It's a pretty hot look for the champion being honest and though the crowd are surprised by the new image, he looks good with it. He strolls down to the ring with the belt over his shoulders not giving his fans the usual high fives that they've come to expect and without so much as a smile he slides into the ring. Dressed in all black he looks very much the archetype of a Neo-Nazi right now but we musn't say that as the FCC will have us for breakfast. Taking centre stage, it baffles the crowd where Mainer's hair has gone but they're sure they'll get an explanation soon enough.Danny Mainer: "So, it's been a while huh guys?"The joke doesn't go well with the fans who simply stare at him deadpan.Danny Mainer: "Alright. I know I have some explaining to do. Granted. First and foremost, I got suspended for a week. Then I disappeared without a trace. Can I explain my actions? Yes I can. Will I though? No, I won't. The reason I'm here tonight is simple, I HAVE to beat Jason Freeman. I have never lost to Jason Freeman and although I've had a rough couple of weeks I'm going to continue that streak her tonight. However, at the risk of sounding like Dora the Explorer I'm going to need YOUR help to achieve that. I know I've sold you all out by disappearing but please, I need your support tonight to make this happen. Do you want to watch a wrestling programme where that disgusting parasite Jason Freeman holds the gold? Because I need EVERY ounce of momentum and if I don't have you guys behind me, then what's the point?"The crowd watch in awe as Mainer pours his heart out to the cameras. At first they are unsympathetic but upon the realization it's Mainer or Freeman the fires start to spark once again.Danny Mainer: "I'm sorry I had to disappoint you but we HAVE to stand together to stop Jason Freeman from taking my world heavyweight champion. I'm only human, I make mistakes but I've ALWAYS tried to do the right thing for myself, for the company and for ACW and the day that you guys support Jason Freeman over me is the day that the cancer takes its hold of ACW and destroys it. I fought long and hard to get this belt so that you could have a champion you could be proud of. Was this all in vain, or am I going to lose out to a dirty, cheating, disgusting little New York rat with an ego problem. A man who has destroyed my life and taken the things I hold sacred. Are you going to let him get away with that?!"Apparently not as Danny Mainer's charisma check is a critical hit and the fans are up in arms in support for their champion. A smile spreads across the thin, pale lips of Mainer as the success of his words boom around the arena.Danny Mainer: "So are you with me guys?! Are we gonna' ride again together as champions?! ARE THE MAINERMAINIACS IN THE BUILDING?!"Crowd: "FUCK YEAH!" Danny Mainer: "That's all I wanted to hear, thank you!"With that, the crowd in full support of their champion "Cherry Cola" hits again and he departs from the ring with a smile on his face once again the people's champion. YEAAAAAH! Now he has to go out there and kick some ass against Jon Taylor and Jason Freeman but will the now bald superstar pull it off? Only one way to find out.Fade.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:14:35 GMT -5
Segment: Dissapointment (Credit: Freeman)
The ACW fans, as always, sit willingly in the arena. All are very excited after recently hearing from the world champion, Danny Mainer. While he had been missing for quite a while, absence clearly makes the heart grow fonder. After being rallied up, the crowd is completely ready to see what they’ve been waiting for for two months – Danny Mainer completely demolishing Jason Freeman. It is then that the titantron flicks to life, and when the fans look up they begin to boo as they realize who is on the screen. It is of course the number one contender himself, Jason Freeman. Freeman stands with that same cold look in his eyes, as the crowd pours some of their hatred into him. There is something strange about the situation however. The location is hard to pinpoint. It does not look like any hallway that a member of the roster has been interviewed in before.
Freeman: It has come to my attention that the world champion has graced our presence once again. How touching. It’s very nice of him to show up, as I thought that my championship was going to be handed to me. One just has to wonder what he’s been doing. At first I figured that perhaps he realized what would happen if he continued to get involved with me, and had decided to hide away in dread. Then, however, I realized I had been giving him far too much credit. Danny Mainer is a hot-blooded fool, who would never be able to put aside his ego long enough to believe that anybody could ever possibly harm him. No, I realized that it was much more likely that Mainer was continuing to lead the seedy life that you fans pretend to ignore because you for some reason like to deify a dirtbag. He obviously had gotten himself into some kind of trouble, which is hardly difficult to imagine. Why else would he refuse to admit where he had been? In any case, he has walked from one trouble to the next, because now he has returned and must deal with me.
The fans boo once more, not wanting to listen to Freeman’s words. Still, in the backs of their heads, many fans ARE beginning to wonder what WOULD lead Mainer to disappear from the show completely. What made it even stranger was that he had specifically said that he COULD tell them, but would not. Of course the fans want to believe he had some good reason, as they greatly respect the man despite the things Freeman says about him, but it is still a strange situation. After all, there was no announcement of any sort. Hawthorne didn’t even seem to know exactly what it was that was keeping Mainer away from the arena. And when he comes back, it’s as if nothing ever happened? Still, to believe it had to do with some shady aspect of Mainer’s life would be listening to Freeman. Since they are not willing to do that, they feel very uncomfortable when they have their suspicions.
Freeman: No doubt the boos that you fans throw at me are a result of your own discomfort. You feel uneasy, do you not? You know that I’m right, but you are not willing to believe me. Instead you turn those feelings towards me. It is much easier to hate me than acknowledge my words as truth. I’ve realized by now that Mainer has you all sufficiently brainwashed. Nothing I say shall make a difference. So instead, I’ll give up on trying to help you all see the light. After all, it doesn’t matter to me. Now I’m sure that Danny Mainer has been attempting to rally you fans tonight. It doesn’t surprise me. Without any real relationships or love in his life, he attempts to fill the hole with the love from his fans. I’m also sure that Danny Mainer has plans to find me tonight and take some premature revenge. Well, unfortunately, that won’t be happening tonight. I am not in the arena.
This really gets the fans going. The boos pour in once more, as they realize that even after slamming Mainer for not showing up, Freeman has apparently done the same thing. What makes this more infuriating however is that if Freeman doesn’t show up then Mainer will not be able to get any form of revenge until Seven Deadly Sins. For two months, Freeman has gotten one up on Mainer, and it seems it has happened once more. Now it is obvious why the location looked different. Freeman is nowhere near the ACW arena.
Freeman: Still, I felt that with the most important night of my life just days away, I should address the ACW audience regardless. I once again apologize to Danny Mainer who will have to stew in the black pit of his own anger for just a few days longer. So…just five days until Seven Deadly Sins. Less than 120 hours until my time comes. For four years I have struggled in this company against oppression, and after taking control for myself it seems it is finally going to pay off. My second world championship match in my ACW career. While last time I was not quite ready, I know for sure that this time I am. I have Ascendency at my side, and I have the drive and determination of fifty men. Danny Mainer has nothing but blind anger, and while I would hate to reduce him to a two month title reign, I am going to do so regardless. It is inevitable at this point.
Many in the crowd would beg to differ, but only time will tell. Without Freeman in the arena tonight, it seems there shall be no further developments in this rivalry until the pay-per-view, not that it needed any. Since Freeman ruined Mainer’s life, Mainer has had no chance to get the revenge he so demands. He is going to take it as soon as he can.
Freeman: And now, I shall allow you all to return to tonight’s broadcast. I have nothing further to say. The time for talking is over after all. Remember this shoulder, for in a mere five days the world heavyweight championship is going to rest upon it.
And with that, the screen goes to black, leaving the arena in silence. The crowd is fuming with the announcement that Freeman isn’t here tonight, but somewhere inside the arena Mainer’s anger must be even greater. It seems that nothing is going to be settled for another five days, when it will all come together live on pay-per-view.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:15:20 GMT -5
Match #1: Ryan Cole vs. Ivan Borenaz vs. Buddy Ghee (Grumpy CP)
This match was a barnburner with all three men looking to make an impact heading into Seven Deadly Sins. It started with Ryan Cole smartly backing away as Ivan Boreanaz went full speed ahead at Buddy Ghee. After taking him down and controlling him for a moment, Ghee worked out and whipped Borenaz into the ropes. On the rebound he hit him with a big clothesline but Cole sprung into action, pulling Ghee down with an inside cradle, getting two before Ivan broke it up.
There was a bit of frenzy for the next few minutes, all three men exchanging holds, pin attempts and eventually, Boreanaz and Cole went out to the floor. Buddy Ghee took to the air, taking both down with a suicide dive as the referee looked on, the triple threat rules the only thing preventing a countout victory for Buddy. Cole was the first into the ring and engaged in some more grappling with Buddy, but showed some signs of fatigue as he was whipped into the corner, mounted, and ate six solid punches before Boreanaz, ironically came to his rescue, shoving Ghee off to the outside, and taking a nasty landing against the guardrail.
This wasn't to save Cole, but instead, to get a chance to inflict damage himself. Goring him with a number of shoulder thrusts, before picking him up and dropping him with a Daveyesque running powerslam, no small feet with the size of Cole, that almost ended the match, Cole kicking out at two and half. That sparked the downfall for Ivan, as an attempted crowbar, was reversed into a package pin. This was kicked out of out, but changed the momentum. Once the two behemots got to there feet, they slugged it out a bit before Ivan took the advantage with a short elbow. He hit the ropes looking for a lariat but Ghee pulled his legs out from under him, sending him smashing face first into the canvas, only to eat a running kick from Cole. Cole picked up Ivan, slung him over his shoulder and hit the Blackfriar, and picked up the three before Buddy could slip back in to break it up.
Winner: Ryan Cole.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:17:13 GMT -5
Segment: Nothin' you can do Credit: Jon Taylor The camera switches to the ringside arena. We see Jon Taylor standing in the centre of the ring with microphone in hand as "Revolution Begins" slowly fades away. With the crowd finally stopping booing Taylor lifts the microphone to his mouth.Taylor: Last week you all saw me not only defeat mini-ShowSteele but you saw me destroy him! Wasn't it great? I mean, the beauty of it seeing the poor helpless, defenseless man torn to SHREADS! However, as good as that was you people missed the GREATEST part of the night. See, you people were probably too busy with your hamburger or what have you, but backstage following the match Anderson greeted me with some satisfying news for once. That TJ had FINALLY left the arena, releasing me from my god damn prison! No longer did I have to put with YOU people or my pathetic excuses for roster mates. The question remains though is not whether I left, oh no...but what did I leave to do? Well, lucky for you people I'm a GENEROUS guy, and the reason I'm out here tonight is to share just what it was I did. Enjoy, heh.Taylor pivots around gesturing to the AlphaTRON with a cheshire cat grin upon his face. The following writing pops up: WHAT YOU DIDN'T SEE LAST WEEK... The scene fades back to a picture of an outraged crowd and grinning Taylor. Clearly pleased at being able to get revenge on TJ he addresses the crowd.Taylor: Meh, boo all you want - your hero only got what he asked for! He dared to bite off more than he could, despite being warned - and look where it got the idiot. THROWN THROUGH A FREAKIN' WINDSCREEN. Hawthorne may have foolishly believed he controlled this company, that he controlled ME. Hawthorne thought wrong. There is only one person who controls Jon Taylor...and that's JON FREAKIN' TAYLOR. Just like Ascendancy now controls ACW. We do what we want...how we want too...when we want too! And you guys wanna know the best thing about it all, huh? THERE AIN'T A DAMN THING ANY ONE OF YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!Taylor screeches the last part of the speech in defiance as "Revolution Begins" hits the P.A system again. He paces around the ring with hands held high before exiting. He baits the crowd as makes his way up the ramp.
Fade.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:20:04 GMT -5
SAVE FOR RYAN COLE
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:20:57 GMT -5
Oh, Thank Heaven [/font] Seth Chambers[/center] Fade in from black to the scene of a dark and gloomy training dojo. Dust blows along the floor boards as the midnight breeze infiltrates through the open windows. The outline of a male stands, fists up, opposing a large punching back that hangs from a rusty chain at the ceiling. His figure and shape outlined by the moonlight that dimly shines in. He breathes heavily, but not too hard. He bobs up and down, but not redundantly. Every move he makes has a purpose, and his greater purpose is to beat the stain out of the punching bag, whom he currently envisions as an opponent. An opponent hungry for money, opportunity and possibly fame. More importantly, an opponent hungry for the spot that Seth Chambers calls his."America is the land of the free. America is the place where dreams come true. America is the only setting in which I can make a name for myself. A lot of guys come through, and a lot of guys end up passing by. Some of them are anti-American. What a cliche. I'm not here to fuck around."With each passing thought floating through his mind, Seth takes another shot at the punching bag, which swings from the impact of his blows. He throws in a kick here or there, to soften up the opponent's leg. His eyes are focused on the opponent. He can never take his eye off of the opponent."One of the biggest combat sports in the world was professional wrestling. Was. The mighty have fallen, and an industry that was once at the top of the world is now lying on its ass. Thanks to the greedy promoter. Thanks to the corrupt men he conquered. Thanks to the outside world that he ignores. The people who once flocked in packs to see gladiators war with one another have disappeared from their peripheral vision. Fault on the cartoon characters. Fault on the old timers. Fault on the men who built it up, to break it back down."As scenes of wrestlers past and present float through Seth's mind, he envisions each and every one of them as his opponent. A vision of Roddy Piper laughing in his face fades in to a shot of Jake Roberts taunting him. A view of Bruno Sammartino daringly looking in to his eyes dissolves in to a scene of Dusty Rhodes smirking. Anger grows in his eyes as he looks back, and Seth Chambers responds by swinging wildly.
A quick jab takes out Hulk Hogan."Death to sports entertainment."A straight jab takes out Ric Flair."Death to the unwilling and overbearing."A one two punch takes down Steve Austin and The Rock."Death to the overexposed."Just as he's finished becoming a legend in his own mind, destroying every name of the past, he turns and swings his leg effortlessly in to the air, symbolically knocking out Eric Bischoff, Vince Russo, Paul Heyman, and the entire McMahon family."This sport isn't yours anymore. Say hello to your successor.
In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king."
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:25:35 GMT -5
Segment: Checking In Credit: Freeman/Taylor
With Seven Deadly Sins around the corner, many of ACW’s superstars are preparing for their matches. All of them have some tough opponents, and need to be in top shape to ensure victory at ACW’s summer pay-per-view. One of the men that ISN’T feeling that stress right now, however, is Jon Taylor. After the video shown on the titantron earlier in the night, it seems that the number one contender for the Entertainment Championship has recently been assaulted. Will he be able to be in top shape by the pay-per-view? TJ is a tough competitor, and if anybody can do it he can. But the ego of Jon Taylor would never allow for him to believe anybody could come back from a beatdown or plan he initiated. He is completely confident that at the pay-per-view he will have an easy defense.
As he walks down the hallway, his phone rings…and he picks it up, holding it to his ear.
Taylor: What.
Freeman: So, tell me…have there been any developments I should know about?
It’s the voice of Jason Freeman….the number one contender for the ACW championship.
Taylor: Turn on the TV and check yourself. I'm not your messenger you lazy jew.
Freeman: Hmph. If I could right now, I would.
Taylor rolls his eyes, not really feeling like going into any details. But it is then that he remembers…Freeman is not here tonight, despite the fact that the two are set to be tagging together in the main event. If Jason Freeman is not in the building, then that means that he is going to be absent tonight, leaving Taylor alone.
Taylor: Anyway, where the fuck are you? We have a MATCH tonight…you’re supposed to be here!
Freeman: After last week, I wouldn’t be expecting TJ.
Taylor: That's besides the point! You know what Hawthorne's like, out to screw me over at every opportunity! He could replace him with that freaky jesus guy or Chris Phenomenal...OR BOTH!
Freeman: And the great Jon Taylor, Entertainment Champion, can’t handle two men?
Taylor: Without a doubt.
Freeman: …
Freeman remains silent, allowing Taylor to think over his words and realize how quickly he went from being angry at his lack of help, to confident in his ability to remain victorious regardless. Freeman doesn’t even need to say anything at this point. All of his words are in the silence. Taylor clenches his fists for a moment, before getting his composure. He isn’t going to allow Freeman to get one up over him.
Taylor: So, when are you gonna tell me why the hell you're not here? Scared of Mainer, eh? What a surprise!
Freeman: The reason I am not here, is because of the psychological ad---
Taylor: Blah blah...BLAH! The only reason your jew ass isn't here is cause you're scared of that pathetic little prick. You should be ASHAMED of yourself!
Freeman: …You know very well that’s not true.
Taylor: Well, Cole sure didn’t.
Freeman: What did you say?!
Taylor: Cole sure didn’t know that wasn’t true. You should hear the things he says about YOU when you’re not around. You better be careful Freeman, with the way things are going before long I could be the leader of this group. Heh.
His tone is joking, but his message clear. This time the silence is a positive one for Taylor, and he knows he’s just struck a blow. That’s what Freeman gets! Taylor is not one to allow somebody to insult him (or imply such) without retaliation. But now on the other line perhaps Freeman is realizing that this is not heading down a pleasant route, for when he speaks again it is calm and friendly (or at least as close to “friendly” as Freeman gets.)
Freeman: Let’s forget this, and look forward. Six days away, Taylor. Six days from when I win the world championship from Danny Mainer, and you defend your championship against TJ – if he even shows up. After that, our time has come. The time that has always seemed so far away. The time for total domination. You and I will be unstoppable. And after that, we step on every single wrestler in this federation until our claim of having taken over ACW is undisputable.
Taylor: That's if you don't screw up like usual.
Freeman: If your match tonight against Danny Mainer is a singles match, be sure to rough him up as much as you’d like. Just be sure there’s some left for me to dispose of on Saturday. I shall see you then.
Taylor: Whatever, just bother to show up you lazy ass.
And with that, Taylor closes the phone without waiting for a response. His calm mood had been a little disrupted by the initial tone of the conversation, but the promises of domination in the future have cheered him up. He looks at the belt on his shoulder, and smiles. He is going to make sure it doesn’t go anywhere for a long time.
Jason Freeman closes his phone as well, when he realizes that Taylor has hung up. While he too looks forward to Saturday, he is slightly troubled. Things had gotten too tense too fast, and Taylor’s comments about Cole and leadership ( while obviously meant to get in his head) had slightly troubled him. Perhaps the political climate in Ascendency was going to be a problem in the future. But all it really had to do was hold until Saturday. After that, Freeman had a feeling they would remain on the same page. After Freeman won the championship, domination would come. There was still a chance that things would blow up in his face…and cost him in the match. But you need high risk for high reward, and Freeman is making a very willing gamble.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:30:34 GMT -5
Thiago Dislike Mr. Fuji. (Laron and Thiago)
Last week in his match against Jon Taylor for the Entertainment Title, Laron Xavier nearly managed to take it home with an armbar. Usually this would be a call for joy for Thiago Gracie, Laron buying into his philosophy of Victory by Armbar! This is obviously not the case though, as inside of the Tag Team of Gloriousness’ locker room, he is verbally assaulting Laron.
Thiago: “Why you use Fujiwara armbar. That armbar not Gracie, not Brazillian, its Japanese.”
Laron: “Look Nigga, I don’ give a fuck. Ya be walkin’ ‘round here screamin’ ‘bout victory by Armbar. I got tired o’ hearin’ it so I figured I’d shut ya da fuck up by winnin’ da title by armbar.
Thiago: Victory always by armbar, but Jujigatame armbar. Armbar no need shoulder, just arm … thus, armbar. Only need arm to armbar.
Laron: Nigga, are we goin’ on ‘bout da fuckin’ car again.
Obviously Laron is paying little attention to Thiago’s words, that or mishearing them.
Thiago: No! Just arm to arm bar, no shoulder. To apply hold correctly, you first gain proper position on opponent, then pull self into place, squeeze knees together to apply pressure along the joints, hyper extend elbow and shoulder, pull back with both hands placed upon crook of wrist, arm goes straight, pressure pulling even more when hips push up and lean back with upper body to finish hold and make opponent feel true pain of jujigatame properly applied.
Laron: Nigga, speak fuckin’ English.
Thiago: I am speak English.
Laron: Nigga, ya ain’t ‘cause I don’t understand a fuckin’ word dat ya sayin’? Shit ‘bout hyper-extendin’ shit. Da only t’ing dat hyper extends is my big …
Nigerian Ali comes in for the PG save.
Ali: Peoples, can we not argue. Tag Team of Gloriousness has big match tonight against former world champion, Chris Phenomenal!
Laron: Dat Nigga Phenomenal. He just jockin’, a poser, just another fuckin’ playa who t’inks dat he da fuckin’ shit just ‘cause he’s from da hood.
Thiago: Phenomenal. The only thing the word phenomenal talks of is Jujigatame Armbar.
Ali: That may be so, but he is former champion of world. We can no underestimate him or he will beat us. That big mistake, many people make, pay big price.
Laron: Overestimate? Has dat Nigga won a match yet dis year. I can’t fuckin’ remember.
Thiago: He will lose again to the Glorious Team! Victory by Armbar!
It is on that, potentially foreshadowing note, that there’s a knock at the door, telling the two they’re match is up next.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:31:01 GMT -5
Chris Phenomenal vs. Tag Team of Gloriousness. (CP)
For some this match, at least on paper, appeared to be a walk for Chris Phenomenal, despite his Garyesque losing streak. Inside of the ring however, paper doesn’t matter as Chris Phenomenal was to find out. Coming to the ring, he showed a number of the wounds inflicted on him by Scorpion last week, and it was obvious he was not a hundred percent. It started out with Chris vs. Laron Xavier, the two on again, off again rivals looking at each other. CP nearly lost it when Laron spit in his face, going at him only to be taken down with a drop toe hold before expertly floating across and locking in a Fujiwara armbar. On the outside, Thiago started going nuts, tearing it at his bald head and yelling in Portugese at Laron, who smiled and gave him a thumbs up, not understanding a word the Brazillian said.
Eventually CP managed to fight out of the armbar, getting to his feet and slinging Laron into the ropes. On the rebound, the young kid from Compton, looked to knock CP out with the Superman punch but it appeared to do minimal damage to him. He looked to hit it a second time but CP ducked out of the way and threw him into the corner. From there CP controlled the action, a vicious assault of stomps, slaps and a vicious shoulder blocks, leaving Laron crumpled in the corner. Seeing the position, Laron was in he looked for the sling shot into the bottom turnbuckle but Xavier managed to wriggle free, saving himself, before ducking back in, quickly tagging Thiago.
Thiago entered the match showing no fear and had an excellent grapple exchange with Chris, eventually ending up on the bottom as CP used his ippon seionage. Knowing how dangerous Thiago was on the bottom, Phenomenal let him to his feet content to let his power game do the talking. Thiago had a few tricks up his sleeve though, as when the two engaged again, the result was a little different with Thiago taking CP down with an Inside Tegruma as the crowd roared. Thiago immediately looked for the Jujigatame and Chris showed respect for it’s power by rolling out to buy himself some time.
Coming back in, the match headed for the close as CP stuck to his guns, engaging Thiago and using his brute force and strength advantage, looking him down for the better part of three minutes. When a Harlem Hurt attempt didn’t put Thiago away, only gaining a two count. He looked to end the match with the Superman Punch. Turning around and posturing for the fans, he missed the blind tag by Laron Xavier, on Thiago Gracie. Referee Carter Reynolds saw it though and as CP turned around to attack Thiago, was caught by Laron who landed perfectly on his shoulders before taking him down with a reverse spiking rana, at the same time as Thiago looked to use a leg sweep. Knocked flat out, Thiago locked in the Jujigatame Armbar, but it was Laron who got the victory after pinning CP to the canvas for the three.
Winners: Tag Team of Gloriousness.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:34:00 GMT -5
Backstabber (CP and Big Frank)
Last week, before he was abducted by Scorpion, Chris Phenomenal was seen brawling with Big Frank Washington. Now, fresh after his loss to the Tag Team of Gloriousness, he is seen storming through the halls, and unluckily for Frank Washington, right past him. Stopping on a dime, Chris looks at him with a sneer.
CP: You finally decide to step up from the bush leagues and you side with him? You sicken me.
Frank: What can I say Chris, I’ve always been about success and judging by your performances the past five months, you’re unfamiliar with that.
Phenomenal looks at Frank and shakes his head.
CP: You’re all about success and yet you join up with … TJ. Let’s be honest here Frank, he’s never been at the top of the business, every time he gets close to the top he chokes.
Frank: Yes …
CP: Ironically enough, just like you.
Frank just shakes his head at Chris before a small smile comes across his face.
Frank: You know, when I hired you I pulled you out of the gutter. You were an absolute nothing and now, look at you. Talking shit like you’re at the top of the world.
CP: Like, I am at the top of the world Frank. In case you didn’t have the time to watch while you running around in whatever two bit promotion that had the misfortune of employing you. I, was ACW Heavyweight Champion, I won Fallen Heroes. I accomplished more in my two years of professional wrestling, than you’ve accomplished in your ten.
Frank: Yes, and now look at where you are. Losing to two people who can’t even speak English.
CP: That’s nothing, this is nothing Frank. It’s television, we don’t get paid for this. You watch me on Sunday at Seven Deadly Sins and see what it’s all about. It’s about the big matches, it’s about making it to the top …
Frank: And when Scorpion beats you, you’ll have accomplished nothing, because essentially that’s what you are. You never where the best Chris, never the most feared. You’ve become so caught up in your own delusions you’ve become blind.
CP: Yes, I’m delusional. Tell me Frank, how many world titles have you and TJ won … combined, as opposed to me.
Frank: The same number of times as you’ve defeated me one on one Chris. For someone as low class as I am, you’d think you’d have beaten me.
Chris pauses for a moment, studying Frank.
CP: You honestly think you can beat me?
Frank: Any time, any place.
Chris laughs right in Franks face at the notion.
CP: You can think again Frank. I’m not going to waste my time on you. I’ve got Scorpion on Sunday, and from there, Danny Mainer or Jason Freeman to reclaim my Heavyweight Championship. Like I said, just watch and see how it’s done.
Frank: I will Chris, and when you fail again maybe it won’t be such a waste of time to face me.
Chris: …
Chris tries to retort, but all he sees is the back of Frank Washington, walking away from Chris as the scene fades away.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:35:35 GMT -5
Ramble Ramble Money Dan White The camera fades in and there are large jeers as we are witnessed to Dan White, the Welsh Dragon, and now rogue to the federation after his betrayal to the ACW fans. He looks rather pissed off as he tosses his kit bag onto his bench, and looks around the low key locker room that he’s now in. No fancy interior, now professional paintwork, just your bog-standard bench, wardrobe and mirror. Nobody even gets their own bathroom anymore.Dan White: Jesus wept, this is no way to treat a Grand Slam champion! I won championships, I won matches at Omega Effect. Hell, I’ve done everything in this fed, and what do I get to show for it? A crappy paycheque and an even crappier locker room. I could be making more money doing the movies. Shame how that turned out... Attempting to think about anything other than his failed attempts to break into Hollywood, he begins to take off his jacket, and places it on a coat hanger. He’s beginning to prepare for his match tonight, when there’s a rhythmic knock on the door. He doesn’t even flinch as The Royles walk through the curtain to greet the Welshman, much to added jeers from the crowd. They don’t seem too enthusiastic – they lost to their long time rivals the Capitalists last week to cost Dan the stipulation at 7DS – as they speak to Dan.Biggin: Now mate, how you doing? Dan White: I’ve seen better days. I’ve got a match against someone tonight. Don’t even care enough to remember their name, to be frank. How about you lot? McGroin: We’ve been better too. You know by dragging us into these little matches against The Capitalists, you could return the favour. We saved you the other night when you fought them in a handicap match, and you won cos of us. Considering that you had something on the line as well, you could have done something to help us win. Dan White: What, with Senator standing outside the ring as well? I know that he’s easy enough, but he’s got an entourage backstage that would be glad to get involved in something like this. It was nothing that I was going to get into. By attacking the Capitalists I could have easily made it a three vs. Six. I know we’re good, but we ain’t that good, mate. McGroin: Aye you’ve got a point. I’m just a little pissed off that the sods managed to beat us again! Biggin: One day, we’ll get our victory, boyo. We’re long due one, like. McGroin: Aye, well if you’re going on like that, we should challenge them for a match at 7 Deadly Sins! The enthusiasm is hot, but brief, as Dan quickly cuts them off.Dan White: I wouldn’t be too sure of that. You see, I had to sign something meaning that neither you two, nor the Capitalists, would be in the building for 7 Deadly Sins. Cheers from the crowd as the Royles look less than impressed.Dan White: Hey man, it’s the only way I could get the old man in the ring at the show. Sorry lads, but your big show down is gonna have to wait for another day. The Royles look frustrated but accepting, as Dan puts on a T-shirt, and accidentally rips it.Dan White: FUCK’S SAKE! These shirts cost like £100 a time. I don’t have the money to do this anymore. Fucking hell... He continues to go off in a tangent, prompting The Royles to skulk away as the camera fades out.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:36:04 GMT -5
Dan White vs. Theodore Wellington (Grumpy CP)
This match looked to be a good one and it didn't dissapoint. The first two minutes were marked with a set of near falls and some excellent chain wrestling, the crowd fully behind Theodore Wellington as opposed to Benedict White. Dan took advantage though after Wellington missed a corner clothesline, taking him down with a two handed bulldog. He then connected with the Millionaires Waltz, and got a two count.
From there, he kept the pace, a number of hard holds on the ground, tearing at the Billion Dollar Man's face before the referee forced him off. Dan begrugdingly backed away, but not without cleaning his boots ... on Theo's face. This sparked him though as once he got back to his feet, he went right after Dan with a hard right and took control with some dirty boxing in the corner, eventually the referee forcing Theodore to back away, but not before he reciprocated the cheap shot, drawing a pop from the crowd.
The match headed for home as Theodore continued with the control, almost winning after brainbuster A missed a spear attempt though lead to a swing in the moment as Dan turned it into an innovative flipping, double knee backbreaker, that almost put the match away, Wellington kicking out at two and half. From there though it was over as Dan slapped on the Fujiwara armbar, and despite the attempts of Wellington to escape, he eventually was forced to submit and retreat to his posh penthouse.
Winner: Dan White
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