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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:36:46 GMT -5
Car Now Has Arm (Thiago, Red, Laron)
Moons ago, Thiago Gracie was involved in a car accident, rendering him incapable of competing for over a month. Now however, fresh off their victory over Chris Phenomenal, and the verbal tirade again endured by Laron Xavier, it appears as if an olive branch has been extended. That, or the allure of stealing Mr. Red’s Bentley was too great. As is, Thiago Gracie is now blindfolded as Laron Xavier stands next to the Bentley with an odd protrusion coming out of the side door.
Thiago: Why do you make Thiago not be able to see? Thiago need see to armbar Trace if Trace come by.
Laron: Nigga, it’d spoil da surprise if ya could see what da fuck da surprise is.
Thiago: Thiago no like surprise, except for flying armbar, and that's not surprise for Thiago, just other guy.
Laron: Well Nigga, den ya gon’ love dis. Ya remember da car.
Thiago: Yes, car hit Thiago, injure him so he could not fight Trace. Thiago like fight, Thiago need fight Trace but car stop that. Car would get armbar if car had arm to armbar.
Laron: Yeah, but sadly car don’ have no arm … until now Nigga.
Thiago: What you mean, car grow arm. Thiago must see.
Laron: Well den Nigga, take off dat blindfold.
Thiago: But Laron said Thiago no see because it would spoil surprise.
Laron: Nigga, I’m tellin’ ya t’ take off da fuckin’ blindfold.
Thiago: But …
Laron: Methinks dat Nigga protest to much.
With that, Laron grabs hold of the blind fold and rips it off of Thiago. Thiago blinks a couple of times, before realizing what has happened.
Thiago: Car has arm … to arm bar.
Laron smiles at Thiago, before walking away as he sees him slap the Jujigatame on the car.
Thiago: Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap or Thiago break arm with …
Mr. Red: What the …
Laron: O’ SHIT!
Laron begins to book it down the hall as Mr. Red arrives in the parking lot, seeing Thiago arm barring the car.
Mr. Red: What are you?
Thiago turns around and seeing Mr. Red, looks at the decal on the car. Realizing what is going on, he lets go of the car and chases after Laron.
Thiago: Laron, return towards direction of Thiago so you take armbar of Thiago Gracie!
With that, our scene fades away.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:38:42 GMT -5
Segment: Re-acquaintance, Part 1 (Credit: Freeman) It is a warm summer’s night, as Jason Freeman stands outside, looking at his cell phone. It is just moments after his conversation with Jon Taylor, and Freeman is deep in thought.
The conversation had taken a twist that their interactions had not before. Freeman had suspected Taylor, sure, but this was the first time Taylor had been openly hostile. He had even made a comment suggesting a threat at Freeman’s own power – the biggest threat one could make to a man like Freeman. That was not going to happen. Freeman had been trying to tighten the reigns on Ascendency as of late, but that was not working as well as he had hoped it would. In any case, it was over for now. That chapter of the night had closed. Freeman was not in the arena tonight, and whatever happened from here on in was not his problem anymore. He leans against his car, and puts his cell phone into his pocket.
Taylor suggested that Freeman wasn’t in the arena tonight because he was afraid. Afraid of Danny Mainer. That wasn’t true. Sure, Freeman was not itching to fight with him until he had something to gain from it, but that made him smart. Not afraid. Actually, however, that was not exactly the sole reason he had not shown up tonight. In fact, while that had factored into his decision, for once his plans to get into Mainer’s head had NOT made his choice for him. He had been already planning something, and it seemed to work nicely with the time Danny Mainer would be in the arena. Freeman had other business to take care of. He had not lied when he had said he could not reach a TV. He was not inside his house. Jason Freeman looks up, and then begins to walk. Past the grass, there is a house, but it is not his own. It is an old house. Lonely.
Knock. Knock.
In the quiet of the night, the knocks echo and ring out eerily. Freeman stands hands in pockets, waiting. He holds a newspaper up for a second, looking at one article in particular. The article that brought him here. He then folds it back up once more as the door opens. The sight of Jason Freeman dressed in black, standing on your doorstep in the middle of the night is never a pleasant one, but the look in his eyes makes it even creepier. When the man in the doorway lays eyes on Freeman, he looks up – his face a picture of confusion and then shock. …What? Freeman: …Surprised? By the look on his face, it’s evident that he is. There is something in Freeman’s tone…that tone that seeps through at certain moments. The tone that reminds those that hear it of a shark about to devour its prey. But this man is confused, because while he obviously recognizes Jason Freeman he has not seen him in person in a very long time. This was not something he had been overly eager to change. Why are you here? Freeman: Perhaps if you let me in…I’ll tell you. Shouldn’t you be at Warfare? Freeman: My, my…you’re being quite inquisitive. You would think a trainer such as yourself should feel HAPPINESS at seeing one of their former students – now successful - show up on their doorstep…especially one with a track record such as yourself, Phil. The trainer - apparently named Phil – looks down. He further contemplates what could have brought Freeman to his door, and whether it would be a smart decision to allow him inside after seeing his recent actions in ACW. But then he walks aside, letting Freeman enter. What could he possibly be doing here? Freeman does not seem like the type to be sentimental...and visiting old trainers just to reconnect does not sound like something he would do. He must have some motive. But what could it be?
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:43:50 GMT -5
Segment 2 Credit: Danny Mainer Sat at his desk doing his usual thang-a-thang is Samuel Hawthorne who's working harder than ever with (insert pay-per-view name here) coming up in less than a week. Matches to book, things to see, people to do. It's a busy life in the world of Samuel Hawthorne and it comes as no surprise that when he has to speak to members of his roster the altercations are short but sweet and extremely time-efficient, much like my sex life. In any case, this segment starts like most of my segments with Hawthorne involved and that's with Mainer knocking at the door.Samuel Hawthorne: "Come in!" Mainer opens the door and looks fairly beaten down already. He can't really be bothered to talk to Hawthorne as can be seen from the fact he's looking at the floor and hasn't even bothered to dress up like he normally would.Danny Mainer: "You wanted to see me sir?"Samuel Hawthorne: "HA! Yes! You bet your arse I did Mainer. Sit yourself down, you and I need to have some words." Danny Mainer: "Oh God..."Mainer sighs as he takes his seat at the desk of Hawthorne.Samuel Hawthorne: "Why so doom and gloom? Danny Mainer: "Because your smug grin and remote display of interest to actually converse with another human being, nevermind me shows one thing and one thing only. It's punishment time, right?"Hawthorne slow-claps Mainer's psycho analyisis.Samuel Hawthorne: "Huh. You should've been a Psychologist. You've got me bang to rights there." Danny Mainer: "When you're as well-rehearsed a socialite as I am you come to learn a thing or two about reading those around you, especially authority. Most of my knowledge is about the fairer sex but then you have to read the competition too."Samuel Hawthorne: "As fascinating as a debate on human psychology and sociology would be with you Dan, we're not here for that. Obviously your keen eye for detail has already assessed the situation and why you're here. You are correct in your assumptions. It's bollocking time." Danny Mainer: "Well then. Enough of the purple prose. Lay it on me bossman."Samuel Hawthorne: "Well the punishment is double-edged. The first of course is that I've hand-picked one of the most horrifyingly brutal stipulations never seen in a wrestling ring." Danny Mainer: "Ohhhh boy, I've heard this before."Samuel Hawthorne: "Shut up Mainer. You sir will be wrestling your challenger Jason Freeman in-" Danny Mainer: "I could care less about the stipulation Hawthorne. Can you please just tell me the important part?"Samuel Hawthorne: "Your loss. You're going into a match with a stipulation you don't even know and-" Danny Mainer: "And what? Come on Sammy, scare me."Samuel Hawthorne: "Well let's just say you're gonna' need to consider your career path because if you lose your world title to Jason Freeman then boy, I'm firing your arse." Mainer recoils in horror at the announcement. Seriously? Fired? Fuck that shit.Danny Mainer: "You CAN'T be serious, right?"Samuel Hawthorne: "Deadly." Danny Mainer: "You're gonna' risk me losing the world heavyweight title and one of your biggest stars to the ringmaster of an egomaniacial circlejerk? You're utterly insane."Samuel Hawthorne: "That knocked the cockiness out of you, huh? You've screwed me around Mainer, I want you to fight tooth and nail every night to keep that gold. It's WHY people pay for your tickets." Danny Mainer: "If you lose me I'll-"Samuel Hawthorne: "Be able to afford ten new superstars to build up and destroy as I please. Now Mainer, if you'll excuse me I have other appointments." Hawthorne doesn't faulter not even for a moment. It's painfully obvious that he'll get rid of Mainer if he has to, Hell some will say that's a smart move for thinking about the future and bringing in some new faces to ACW at the same time but at the expense of what? A man who has bled for the company? Some luck huh. Mainer leaves the room, his fists in his pockets burning holes of rage through the fabric as the shaved-head King of Vegas leaves the room feeling unwanted.FADE.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:44:35 GMT -5
New Beginnings written, casted, directed & edited by Claude LeBatard[/color] The scene begins and a camera slowly fades in onto a large building, most likely an arena judging from the size and shape of it. After clear inspection of the building it is obviously the arena in which tonights Warfare is being held. The arena stands alone surrounded by a plane of grass with a car park on one side. A long winding road connects the car park to the rest of society across the way. The car park is packed tight with cars from every walk of life. The few 4x4’s stick out the most as they tower above the other cars like the giants of the driving world. Then there are the sports cars that few people can afford, these slick auto-mobiles stand packed in with the rest of the rabble of cars but still have those characteristics that make them easy to spot, the buffed exterior, the sweet leather interior. However, crowding most of the car park spoiling these works of art are the everyday, neglected cars that would be slouching against the wall of the arena, smoking a roll up if they had the opportunity. But cars, have no such oppertunities to act like that, they still continue to give off the aura that they would given the chance. Despite the amount of cars in the car park the outside of the arena is lifeless, everyone must already be inside, that or people are just taking advantage of the car park. An unlikely scenario when Alpha Championship Wrestling are in town. Soon there is a sign of life though, from civilization at the bottom of the road emerges a jet black, limosine, the king of the motoring world. The limo rolls up the smooth, tarmac road, slowly approaching the other cars. The windows of the limo are blacked out so it is not yet obvious who is inside. The lights from the stadium bounce off the polished, chrome bumbers giving the car a glowing effect. Eventually the limo rolls to a stop just at the entrance of the car park. After a few seconds the limo begins to roll forward weaving its way through the other cars, almost bending in on its self, as the long slender cars twists and turns trying to find a space. Finally the limo reaches its destination parkerd narrowly inbetween two large 4x4’s, sandwiched in like a hotdog between two sides of a bun. The driver side door swings open at full force straight into the door of the 4x4 on that side. The limo door leaves a huge imprint in the side of the parked giant despite the door only swinging a few centimetres. Through the small gap a pair of feet swing round out of the door. The shoes are as black as the night sky and polished beyond perfection leaving the light glimmering off them like a single star alone in the sky. The pants are a rather dull grey, worn at the knees and tatty round the ankles. How the same person can be wearing such well looked after shoes and such contrasting, raggedy pants is anyones guess. The rest of the person tries to squeeze through the small gap into the fresh air but struggles to get the rest of their legs out. The image resembles a rather petité woman trying to give birth to a rhino. Soon enough throught he determination of the legs pays off the waist pops through, however, the large buldge above the waist just makes the task even more impossible. The bottom half of this, what is assumed to be a man, although it could be a bear in a suit judging by the stubby legs, begins to wiggle about recklessly trying to free themselves from the tight deathlock of the limo door. After minutes of thrashing about the torso of the person becomes free and slides down out of the door with ease like a cow giving birth to a calf. The torso looks like the top half of a grey suit or a chauffeurs outfit which is the more likely option considering the person was driving a limo. Unfortunately, the head is still stuck in the door frame of the limo. The amount of effort put into this endevour by this one poor soul almost seems pointless, with every hurdle completed another one just seems to appear, like a never ending hurdle race in an olympics of pointlessness, where the crowds are forced to sit and cheer for this needless occasion until they die in a pit of tiredness and boredom. The headless body just sits there like a corpse, practically lifeless as struggling now just seems like a waste of time. Something unusual seems to be in the air though. Surely, a chauffeur with a limo, there must be a passenger, but if there is, they have made no attempt to get out or make sure the driver is ok. Soon enough though after minutes of waiting for the back door to be opened a french voice is heard calling to the driver. Passenger: Maurice… what is going on?Maurice: Errrr nothing… just a slight technical problem…Passenger: What sort of technical problem?Maurice: Technically I’m stuck…Passenger: Zis is my first night back and you ‘ave already wrecked it, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t give you ze boot.Maurice: Because… I’m the only one that can get the limo out of this gap, if you fire me you’re stuck here.Passenger: … Si vous ne faites pas attention, je vais te tuer, vider votre intérieur, avez-vous rembourrés et mis sur mon manteau!Maurice: …What?…Passenger: Just get me out of here!Maurice: Yes sir.The now named chauffeur, Maurice, clambers to his feet with his head still stuck in the car. He gains his bearings as he stands hunched over with his head in the door. Maurice places one hand on the side of the car and the other on the edge of the door, he then begins to push off the car trying to force his head through the tiny gap. However, his head is far to big to squeeze through such a small gap. That doesn’t stop him from trying though, using the phrase ‘persistance is the key’, Maurice continues to try and force his head through the narrow gap. Passenger: Maurice! Why is ze door not open yet!?Maurice: Nearly there sir, just sorting a few minor details out.Passenger: Right, I’m getting out, I’m sick of your shinnanigans Maurice!Maurice: No sir, just…The back door on the driver side swings open and slams into the same 4x4 in an act of déjà vu. This time though the legs do no squeze through, instead they shoot out into the door and begin kicking it trying to force the door open like a battering ram. The door dents into the car but still doesn’t open enough for the passenger to get out. Passenger: Maurice! Why is ze door not opening!?Maurice: Well sir, we seems to be a little stuck between two cars…Passenger: A little stuck? I can’t move! You ‘ave sandwiched us in ‘ere! I demand you reverse out of ‘ere!Maurice: …But I’ve taken the key out of the ignition already… just climb through the sun roof…Passenger: When I get out of here Maurice you’re going to be my first opponent in a parking lot brawl!Maurice lets out a whimper and really put all his efforts into pulling his head out. Meanwhile the sun roof on the top of the limo slowly draws back and a familiar face pops through. The head of Claude LeBatard rises through the sun roof with a disgruntled look spread across his imacculate face. He rotates his head 180 degrees to face the front of the limo, he then stares at the struggling mess that is Maurice. Claude: I see ze problem…Claudes head descends back into the limo and the camera focuses back on Maurice still struggling to release his head. A rustling noise comes from inside the car before Maurice lets out a little yelp. Maurice: … Sir… what are you doing?...Claude: ‘Old still Maurice…Maurice: No, Sir… wait… no…Claude: ’Ere we go…Maurice: N-n-n-n-n-n OOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!Claudes foot shoots straight into Maurice’s face at full force and quickly pushes it straight out of the door frame. Maurice falls back hitting his head on the 4x4 that had sandwiched him in. Maurice fumbles to his feet clutching his head before shuffling out from between the two parks cars. Claudes head rears out of the sun roof again and gives Maurice the coldest stare known to man. He then brings his arms out of the roof and lifts himself through the sun roof relying on his upper body strength. Claude slides down the back of the limo and off the trunk landing easily on his feet before brushing off his shoulders incase of any dust or creases. Claude is wearing a lightly coloured grey suit and a black tie to complete his ensemble. Maurice joins him by his left side as if nothing has happened. Claude looks at Maurice for a second before pointing to their left. Maurice: Oooo, what’s that?Maurice looks to the left for a few seconds while Claude just stares at his idiotic man servant. Maurice turns round with a look of disappointment on his face, As he does Claude slaps him round the back of the head swiftly before walking off. Maurice quickly follows after locking up the limo. The two men walk across the car park at a quickened pace before exiting it onto a path leading up to the arena. Suddenly Claude stops without warning causing Maurice to walk straight into the back of him. Claude stares up at the huge arena remenising in the few ACW memories he has. Claude: It is good to be back, Maurice.Maurice: Remind me why we had to leave again…Claude: You know why Maurice… remember… I was giving a seminar about safety ze week after my match wiz Criminal when I slipped on a bannana peal in ze canteen. I landed on my neck and broke it leaving me in hospital for sixth months.Maurice: Oh yeah…Claude: Which reminds me Maurice, where is your french accent!? I demand you use ze french accent in my presence as a mark of honour for my ‘ome country!Maurice: Oui monsieur…Claude: Much better.As the two speak a man slwoly walks across the car park to Claudes limo, he inspects the 4x4 which is assumed to be his before noticing the extreme damage on the side next to the limo. Man: What the hell happened to my car!? Maurice and Claude look at each other panicing, before Claude spins Maurice round so Claude is behind Maurice. Claude: Quick Maurice, run!Claude jumps onto the back of Maurice and kicks his heels into Maurice’s kidneys. Maurice jumps up before galloping towards the arena doors. As the two get into the distance the camera slowly fades to black as the scene ends.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:45:16 GMT -5
Segment: Re-Acquaintance, Part 2 (Credit: Freeman)
Now they are inside the house. It is dusty. Phil has not bothered to dust in a long time. Freeman sits down across from his old wrestling trainer, and looks across the room at him. Phil, the trainer, looks back. Phil is a relatively older man, a wrestler in his day, but now definitely past his prime. Since Jason Freeman has last seen him he has certainly changed, and not for the better. It has been a few years since Phil has seen Freeman, and in fact since he had gone to ACW the two had never spoken. Now, of course he had kept tabs on his former students. He was very aware of Freeman’s successes. Still, though, Phil could not exactly approve of the methods Freeman used. He looks now, at the man himself, and finds himself feeling slightly uneasy as he views the coldness in his eyes. Just as Freeman recognized the changes in Phil, Phil sees the changes in Freeman. While he had seen him on TV, a television could not exactly capture those eyes successfully.
Phil: So what brings you here?
Freeman: Do I need a reason?
Phil: You’ve never seemed the type to visit.
Freeman: Well, haven’t you noticed? I have a big title match this Saturday. Against Danny Mainer. You are my old trainer after all. Why else would I come to your house in the middle of the night besides for some last minute pointers?
The words are harmless enough, but it’s the tone once again. The words are carefully selected, delivered slyly. They are artificial. Almost rehearsed. Despite what Freeman says, there is some ulterior motive. Something once again lurking behind his eyes. Phil can feel it. He has dealt with enough people in both his wrestling career and his training career to know when somebody is toying with him. He isn’t being suckered into this act. He doesn’t know what Freeman wants, but there is no way that he comes in peace. Phil is not going to play this game.
Phil: You weren’t so keen to listen to pointers before. When I trained you.
Freeman: Is that so?
The memories come back to Phil of that year. It had been Phil’s last year actively training in fact. After that, his health had gotten in the way and he had given up. Jason Freeman had been one of his last students, and how could he forget him? Freeman had had all the potential in the world. That much had been clear from the first time Phil had seen him in the ring. But that didn’t exactly make him a great student. In fact, if it weren’t for the obvious potential Freeman possessed, he would have been kicked out of the training school instantly. He had been different in those days of course.
Phil: You were always a problem. Never wanted to listen. Always felt that your way was best. And now I’m supposed to believe you’ve come back to visit me, so I can help you beat Danny Mainer? If you’ve never listened to me before, what makes me think you’d want to listen to me now?
Freeman: Perhaps I’ve changed.
Phil: Well, you’ve changed for sure.
Freeman: And besides, it’s a big match, don’t you agree? My chance to win the world heavyweight championship.
Phil: Yes, it is. But as I said, you’ve never listened before. I’d explain things one way, but you would do them another. I tried to teach you, because you had all the potential in the world, but unlike the other students, you had too much of an ego to listen to advice.
Freeman: Hm, very interesting. You know, this rings a bell.
Phil: Does it?
Freeman: Because I believe I’ve heard this before…Now where would I have heard you say this…..
Freeman seems deep in thought, as if pondering deeply the answer to this question. Of course, Phil once again realizes how Freeman continues to play with him. Suddenly Freeman looks up. His cold eyes burn into Phil’s skull, yet his voice remains relatively amicable.
Freeman: You TOLD me all of this before. Right before I was going to graduate your training school, you pulled me aside. Does this ring a bell to YOU?
Phil: No… Freeman: Well let me refresh your memory then. You pulled me aside, and you said these very same things to me, amongst others. Do you know what you said to me? Because I still remember. You said “I will graduate you, but you don’t have what it takes to make it in this business.” You said that while I had potential, I wouldn’t be able to cultivate it. You told me I would amount to nothing, more or less.
Phil: Well, at the time my other students---
Freeman: Your other students…where are they now? Hm? Because not one of them has made it to the big leagues as far as I know. And now look at me.
Freeman continued to look with expressionless eyes towards Phil, as if waiting for some reaction. And it is now obvious that Freeman’s façade of coming for advice has already faded away. Now he is doing nothing but being openly hostile. Phil is not going to play games. If there is a point to be made, Phil is going to make sure it is made now. It’s time to get it out in the open.
Phil:Why did you come here again?
Freeman looks up. His eyes narrow in mock confusion, as if he hasn’t really thought about this question yet. There is a tense silence for a few moments, before Freeman looks down to something he has placed on the ground. Phil watches closely as Freeman lifts up the newspaper that lies on the floor, and begins to slowly unfold it. Freeman places the newspaper on his lap, and he looks to what appears to be one of the major articles on the page. Phil is confused, wondering what exactly is in the newspaper that would cause Freeman to be here at this moment…and suddenly it hits him. He isn’t sure…but he has a guess. And the idea sends a chill down his spine, as Jason Freeman begins to casually read the article
Freeman: Pro Wrestling Trainer from New York Survives Brain Cancer. An interesting article. That’s how it starts.
A tense silence.
Freeman: I picked it up one day at my leisure. It goes into detail about how a man that seemed oh so familiar to me just barely was able to beat a bout of brain cancer. It was quite the remarkable read. From what I can tell, it was mere chance that allowed him to live. He was quite honestly on death’s door. Somehow the cancer was put into remission, but the doctors seemed to think that this was going to be a very temporary fix. It would be back soon, and this time, the prognosis wasn’t very strong. The man was given an extremely short time to live…
Phil: You…You came here---
And Freeman now drops the newspaper on the floor, and looks up. All friendliness is gone. All toying is over. It is obvious that Freeman has been waiting for this moment since the beginning of the meeting, and once again chills go down Phil’s spine. There is nothing now but the true Jason Freeman. Seldomly does the true Freeman come out - the man that is hiding nothing. All slyness has dissipated, and he makes no efforts to hide what lies beneath. Phil almost has to look away from those eyes.
Freeman: I came here, Phil, to gloat. I came here because you told me I’d be nothing, and here I am. I am going to be the world champion in five days. I came here because soon you’ll be dead, and I didn’t want you to leave this world until I came to show you to your face. I almost missed my chance, and I was not going to let that happen.
Phil: What happened to you? You used to have an ego…but nothing like this. You used to be selfish, true, but about two years after you joined ACW your whole personality changed.
Freeman: I did what I had to do to win.
Phil: You abandoned humanity…you allowed yourself to become nothing more than an emotionless shell. All for one thing: the world title belt. What does it mean to you?
Freeman: Have you not heard me say it before? I knew that the only thing that would allow me to succeed would be to drop all things that could deter me to doing so. What you consider evil and selfish, I consider necessary. It’s every man for himself, Phil. I do what I have to to get what I want, and I think what bothers YOU is that it works.
Phil: What bothers ME is that you USED to be a human being.
Freeman: Hmph. Well, Phil, in just a year’s time, people will be saying the same about you.
It takes Phil a second, but he realizes then what Freeman has said and it makes him draw back in the sheer harshness of it. The fact that Freeman could even say such a thing…Freeman leans in, his voice dropping in volume but somehow increasing in ferocity and venom. He is far from done. Freeman’s voice, while soft, carries weight and seems to resonate throughout the room. It is a skill that he possesses, and if it wasn’t for the situation Phil may have even been impressed. Freeman just exudes power at all times. Without being physically imposing, he still manages to be scary. And now Freeman has been set off.
Freeman: While you will be nothing more than a memory after your death, I will become something. I will put my name on the list of champions, and be remembered for years to come. After all, what are you known for? What are you? Nothing. I could tell from your confused look the moment you opened that front door. Who would be visiting you, you wondered. You used to be a trainer but after you were basically given a death sentence you’ve received no visitors besides myself. I am making myself a part of history. I will be acknowledged by all for eternity. I will be heavyweight champion.
Freeman’s words must hurt, because in some way they may be true. Phil has not received many visitors. His old trainees have moved on, and his remaining family had already passed away. He had never married. But while Phil is hurt by the words he hears, he also sees through some of them. He has known Jason Freeman for a long time. And despite Freeman’s words, Phil is able to recall a time where Freeman was a completely different man. Despite how much Freeman had changed, Phil had trouble believing that the man he was has completely been destroyed. Somewhere inside of him, he had to be there. Freeman may have reinvented his whole personality, but he believed that it was a process that was far from complete.
Phil: Listen to me. I know that you have trouble accepting this, but I don’t believe that the man you show is the one inside. I believe there is more to you than meets the eye. And since I’ve seen you on TV…the way you interrupted Danny Mainer’s wedding without even a concern about what you were doing. Can you really tell me you feel no guilt? You’re right. I have a death sentence…I’m a dying man. You are also right that I don’t have many visitors. Why don’t you confide in me? Break down this front you show the world…talk to me. Soon enough, I’ll be gone. Your words will go to the grave.
Freeman: …
Freeman looks down…snarling. Phil continues to look at him, however, his eyes almost sympathetic. It’s possible that Freeman would not be receptive at all to this suggestion, but Phil knows that he has to try. Maybe he can get down to the bottom of what has changed in Freeman…what has made him the way he is. Perhaps he can get through to him…Then again, Freeman has not confided in another person for a very long time. He has completely shut himself off from others. Is it possible that he could break through to him?
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:45:58 GMT -5
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:46:19 GMT -5
Segment: Capital Preparation (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Kevin Fitsharris and Anthony Kalb are seen in the Arena's training gym, formerly run by "Textbook" Tim Dwight. The three competitors are seen in the middle of the ring that dominates the room, dressed in warmup attire, and sweating up a storm. Phillips, having sent Fitsharris into the ropes with a quick arm drag variation, corners Kalb, throwing a triple jab combination into his face, all the better to land a vicious side knee lift into the left side of the rib cage.
Kalb: Ooof, dang, bossman, you hitting hard enough?
The Senator: Perhaps you have a point, let us take a bit of a break here anyway, and discuss strategy.
Fitsharris: You sure you're up for this, I mean, I out ran you on our laps earlier, and Kalb got you on the free squats!
Senator: Perhaps my endurance is not what it once was, but I still outran Mr. Kalb, and bested you in the squats, Mr. Fitsharris.
Fitsharris: But really, Senatorial Stipulations, what were you thinking?
Senator: I was thinking that I am a better rounded wrestler than Dan White, and that I can still hold my own, especially with the adrenaline flowing!
Kalb: Shoot, calm down, boss, something's bothering you, you don't usually try to kill us in training, and you didn't call us both back here just to go a few rounds in the gym and a few laps around ACW land.
Senator: You two really have matured, have you not? Kevin, you have made quite the name for yourself in the entrepreneurial world, Anthony, you have already started to etch out your own foothold in Washington, albeit in the nebulous realm of lobbying. Yet both of you are still drawn back to the squared circle. Perhaps I taught you both too well, having passed on my own insatiable craving for physical competition, my own preference for this spectacle of violence. You both know me well enough to figure that something does not rest easy in my mind. I know there are few other people I can trust as well as you two. Tim Dwight and Mr. Nobunaga are both busy with their own duties, and I know that you can back me up better than anyone, no matter how outmatched you may seem at times.
Fitsharris: You calling me a jobber?
Kalb: If you had to ask, Fitsy...
Fitsharris: Hey, we're both kinda semi-retired at this point anyway...then again, hey, if Senator can make this trip all the time, why can't we?
Kalb: Yeah, well, easy for you, but anyway, bossman, what's the problem, anyway?
Senator: I cannot help but think that this match with Dan White may bring dreadful tidings. I must train as if my life depends upon it, for perhaps it indeed does.
Fitsharris: Melodramatic much?
Senator: Hush, you imbecilic dunderhead!
Phillips can hardly keep the smirk off his face with the harshly worded retort.
Senator: Perhaps you do have a point, and all the aches and creaking joints will fade away like Icarus's wings as he approached the glory of the sun.
Kalb: Didn't read much into myths, but wasn't that the kid who made a big splash into the sea then?
Senator: Exactly, last time I faced off against Dan White in a match of this magnitude, he put me on the shelf for a year, and at this point, that would effectively end my career. I cannot allow that to happen! That is why I must push myself to my effective limit in training, that is why I need the support of people like yourselves, that is why I must go out there and not only survive this match, but to win it, to prove that I can indeed continue on, that I can compete again at a high level, that these latter days of my years in the ring will not be spent opening the card, losing to the equivalents of what Trevor Berbick was to Muhammad Ali, but engaging in quality matches against quality opponents! Most of my contemporaries are gone, and I do not wish to become a pale shadow of the two time champion of this organization, I do not want to dishonor the causes I fought for, the memories of grand contests of years past.
Kalb: Sir, you just gotta go out there and do your best, you know I was a linebacker back in the day, and the coaches used to tell me to go hard or go home. Basically, it's like if you go out there with doubts, thinking too much, you tend to get hurt, but if you train hard, and kinda absorb all your training, and go out there to play the game without thinking about it, you generally don't get hurt. You hesitate for a moment, that's it, but hey, you're better than that, we've all seen it!
Senator: Thank you. I may not quite have the physicality of years past, I may not have the endurance to know I can outlast Dan White, but hey, I doubt he is the type to break from his perpetual pub crawl to hit the gym! Yes, you two have come along quite well, I should just train my best, and forget the rest. I can only work with what I have, and if I dwell too much on what I have lost, on what advantages I no longer can rely upon, I have already lost the fight, have I not?
Fitsharris: And that, my friend...
Senator: No matter how "chummy" we may be speaking, no matter if I may see you two as equals, Mr. Fitsharris, you shall never, ever, have the privilege of stealing my catchphrase with impunity, is that clear?
Fitsharris: As clear as the sky.
Kalb: So then, yeah, we've talked enough, I dunno about you two, but I want to go stretch out and get Dr. Gibson to tape up my ribs or something. If you guys want to keep training, hey, keep at it, but I'll see you online tonight, bossman, have fun mashing him into a pulp!
Anthony Kalb exits the gym, as the Senator turns back around, patting Fitsharris on the shoulder.
Senator: Well, shall we continue? Next drill, I want to clean up my Muay Thai a bit, if you have no objections...
Fitsharris: Umm...er.....yeah....
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:51:10 GMT -5
Segment: Re-Acquaintance, Part 3 (Credit: Freeman)
The two men have been sitting inside of Phil’s house for quite the while, but it has been far from a pleasant meeting. Freeman’s conversation with Phil is still ongoing…and Phil is speaking. Earlier, Phil had requested that Freeman confide in him, and speak to him. While Phil was not expecting much, Freeman had not responded negatively, and so Phil takes that as a cue to speak.
Phil: What made you able to interrupt that wedding like that…I saw that, and was in disbelief. Shame. Shame that I had trained a man who could stoop so low just to get a shot at a championship belt. What happened to honor?
Freeman: He deserved it. And even if he didn’t, it didn’t matter. I’ve told you. It was necessary.
Phil: And those men who accompany you right now. Ascendency, you call them? They are nothing but pawns in your game. You are using all three of them.
Freeman: Of course I am, and they know it.
Phil: Look me in the eye. You feel no guilt? No remorse?
The question that Phil truly wants the answer to. Freeman looks up, his eyes firm. His eyes meet Phil’s eyes, and Freeman speaks one word, and one word only.
Freeman: No.
Could that really be true? Could Freeman commit such atrocities and really feel no remorse whatsoever? Phil didn’t believe it. Maybe Freeman pretended he did, and maybe he even was able to fool himself, but Phil just didn’t believe it possible that somebody could change so drastically. That anybody can do such things to others without caring in the slightest. He had a feeling that deep down part of Freeman’s anger was because he was unable to completely commit. He had a feeling that Freeman DID feel guilt, and that guilt became anger. Of course, he couldn’t prove it. And he owned a wrestling school – he wasn’t any psychologist. Perhaps, however, if he kept Freeman talking he could get to the bottom of the situation.
Phil: What is it with you? What gives you this desire to succeed? Why would you abandon all social relationships? What in your brain tells you that you need THIS to get satisfaction? Was it just because of what I said those years ago? Did you do all this just to prove me wrong?
Freeman: No, that was just a pleasant side effect. I proved everybody wrong, but that isn’t WHY I needed to do this. Do you WANT me to be a broken record? I needed to win the championship belt, because I’m a pro wrestler, did you forget? When I became a pro wrestler I decided to rise to the top of the profession, and that’s just what I’m going to do. There can only be one world champion, and they never have an easy road to the top. It comes down to who wants it more. And that is me. And say what you want about my methods, but I have no trouble sleeping at night. I got my title match, and now I just have to win. Phil: What makes you so sure you’ve won? Danny Mainer is a tough opponent, and you’re unable to accept the fact that you may be outmatched. Just as always, Jason Freeman believes he is unstoppable. I’ve seen enough of you on TV to know that that’s your main problem.
Freeman: What do you mean, what makes me so sure? If you didn’t watch I defeated BK London, have you ever heard of him? I ended his career!
Phil: One match doesn’t make a career. I’ve faced many opponents in my day just as tough.
Freeman: I told you already, I WILL win.
Phil: But WHY?
Freeman: BECAUSE, Phil. Because! After ALL I’ve done…all the effort I’ve put in over the past two years. Plan after PLAN after PLAN. Two years of the best effort I can give. FINALLY things work in my favor more than ever before. I have Ascendency, I executed the perfect plan to get this match, it all fell together PERFECTLY, and if I fail? If I fail NOW…then…then…then it just might not be possible at all…
Freeman looks down and pauses…and Phil continues looking at him. This perhaps may be the first show of genuine emotion that Freeman has put forth since returning to ACW. This may be the first time he has admitted the possibility of failure. The first time he has admitted he may not have what it takes to succeed. Freeman seems almost angry that he has allowed himself to slip, realizing what has just occurred, as Phil continues to process the weight of this recent statement. Time and time again, Freeman had failed to achieve the one important goal to him, and this just may be his last chance to do it. If he cannot succeed in this one match, then would he ever be able to get to that point again? The silence is deafening as it lasts for many seconds. Freeman has stopped speaking, and Phil thinks about how to proceed from here.
Phil: Is that what this is? Are you so desperate because you feel like you may have to admit the fact you can’t pull it off? That you CAN’T achieve your goal?
Freeman: Are you saying I’m not GOOD enough, Phil?
Phil: I didn’t say that. Is that what you heard? Perhaps this is all because you need to prove to yourself that you have something you can do. Something you can succeed in. Perhaps in your childhood, you---
Freeman does not wait for Phil to finish speaking. He interrupts him without waiting to hear where he is going with his recent statements.
Freeman: What do you want me to say, Phil? Do you want a sad sob story that made me the way I am? Do you want to hear about how my parents never appreciated me and that the only thing I wanted was to validate myself through artificial successes and title belts and glory? Do you want to hear about how the words you said to me changed me and made me bitter? About how I became obsessed with a belt to prove that I had some worth in the world? Well, here’s the thing, Phil. None of that is true. You’re looking for redemption in a man that has passed that point long ago. You’re trying to find a way to excuse me for what I’ve done, but I don’t have an excuse. I simply don’t care, Phil. I don’t CARE about other people besides myself. And I’m sorry if I’m the only person open enough to express this, because I’m sure YOU’RE the same way. You seek validation in living vicariously through your own students, because you never quite made it yourself. And I’m going to get farther than you ever did.
Freeman suddenly stands out of the chair, and walks forward towards Phil, almost looking like he’s going to attack, but then stopping before him – his eyes wild and crazy. Freeman bends down, so that he is right in front of Phil, and he returns to his soft voice, but the crazed intensity remains in it. Freeman has waited around long enough and endured this conversation. But he is finished. What Phil does not understand is that Freeman has chosen the path he’s taken, and he has never looked back. What Phil does not understand is that Freeman is not going to change his mind, and is not going to suddenly become the man he once was. Freeman has descended down a path from which there is no return, and in just five days he would find out whether or not it was worth it.
Freeman: Why does everybody find this so hard to accept? You can say what you want about me, but I don’t care. Tell me what you will, but it will amount to nothing. I am not going to change. I have chosen my path. In just five days I step into the ring with Danny Mainer, and everything I’ve worked towards for two years comes down to that day. You may get into my head all you want, and you may continue to try to make me doubt myself, but it’s not going to happen. I KNOW that I can win that belt, and I KNOW I am going to be on top, and this is my chance. I am GOING to walk out of Seven Deadly Sins as the world heavyweight champion and complete my climb. I will reach the top of the ladder. I will reach glory. As I said, in a year’s time you’ll be dead and gone, and I am not going to speak to you again in your lifetime. But I want you to order the pay-per-view. I want you to order Seven Deadly Sins, and I want your last memory of me to be seeing me holding up the world heavyweight championship despite all you said against me. Despite all you told me. I want you to see that both your criticisms of my wrestling and of my own personality have amounted to nothing. Me rising above it all. I am GOING to win this belt on Saturday…because…
And Freeman, practically shaking out of intensity from the situation, looks down at the ground…He calms down slowly. His rant had gotten faster and faster, reaching a crescendo in intensity, but he now slows himself down. He allows himself to get control of his emotions, and return to that cold state. He breaths heavily for a few moments, before looking up calmly once more. Firmly.
Freeman: Because I have to.
He turns and slowly walks himself out of the room. Phil hears his footsteps slowly walking down the hallway, then slowly opening the front door. A few moments go by and then Phil hears a car driving away down the street, as he sits to himself, looking down at the newspaper article that Jason Freeman had dropped earlier. He sighs to himself, and leans back. His conversation today had not exactly left him in a good mood. It seemed that Jason Freeman was beyond redemption, as he had stated himself. But Phil knew that he would indeed be ordering the pay-per-view…
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The car drives on down the highway, Jason Freeman at the wheel. He grips the steering wheel tightly, his fists clenched in anger and his face gritted in determination…Just five more days. Failure was not an option. Five more days.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:52:21 GMT -5
Main Event: Danny Mainer and TJ vs Jason Freeman and Jon Taylor
Phillip: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your main event for the evening! Entering first…
“Revolution Begins” by Arch Enemy hits the speakers, as the Entertainment Champion comes out from behind the curtain. He is the only member of his team that is here tonight, which has been known by the fans when Jason Freeman announced earlier that he was not going to be in the arena tonight. Still, however, Taylor feels confident. He has heard nothing from TJ the whole night. After his assault, he didn’t expect to. He taunts the fans as he makes his way down the ramp. Being the only man on his team means there is nobody else to steal the spotlight, and so Taylor doesn’t exactly mind. He enters the ring, and takes a microphone before waiting for his music to fade.
Edison: What could Taylor have to say?
McNally: I’ve got a feeling I know what THIS is about…
As Taylor stands in the ring the fans begin to chant…TJ! TJ! TJ!...the crowd begins to get louder and louder, as it almost becomes deafening.
Taylor: I don't why all you people chant his name cause he isn't gonna turn up! You saw with your OWN eyes what I did to TJ last week..I made him regret that he didn't FINISH the job. See, compared to what I did, TJ didn't do anything. What I took was worth it in the whole scale of things. See I knew...I KNEW THAT HE COULDN'T FINISH IT. So I did. I am sick and freakin' tired to my bones of “The Shit of freakin' Philly!”. Really, I am. So I had to end it once and for all. To send out a message that even that dumbass couldn't ignore. I had to make it CLEAR to him that the next time he tries to pull something like that...it'll be his last. Cause I'll end his career PERMANENTLY. So yeah, chant all you want...you're wasting your BREATH. After last week even TJ knows better than to come out here and try and take me down. See there's only one result in this match...AND THAT'S JON TAYLOR WINNING LIKE ALWAYS!
So enjoy chanting his name folks, cause that's the closest your gonna come to seeing TJ on ACW TV in a LOOOOOONG TIME!
Taylor maniacly laughs and grins as he turns around to the face the entrance ramp with his arms folded expectantly. After a moment’s silence, “Move any Mountain/Progen” by The Shamen hits the speakers. The fans do cheer for their world champion, but the fact that TJ’s music never hits the speakers seems to prove that TJ is not in the arena tonight, and the expression on Taylor’s face just rubs it in. Danny Mainer, the world champion, makes his way out from behind the curtain, not looking too happy. Jason Freeman has robbed him of the chance of revenge tonight once more, but he can always take it out on Freeman’s fellow Ascendency member, Jon Taylor.
As Mainer walks into the ring, he approaches Taylor, the two champions staring each other down. It appears we will have a singles match tonight! The referee takes both belts away, and the crowd goes wild for Mainer as the two approach each other, waiting for the bell to ring when suddenly---
Hawthorne: Hold it, Hold it, Hold it! This is not going to be happening tonight!
The fans begin to boo a little bit, as the match seemed to be exciting if nothing else.
Hawthorne: If Jason Freeman is going to take the night off, I think Mainer should as well. You see, Jason Freeman was supposed to be here tonight, and Jon Taylor managed to somehow get the best of me and still do what I forbade him to do, and that was take out TJ. I do not, then, think that Taylor should be rewarded with a match against the world champion. As far as I’m concerned, this match will not continue. It was after all supposed to be a tag team match. As neither side has a partner, we now have no match.
The crowd is a little disappointed, though nobody is more angry than Jon Taylor himself. He was looking forward to this match, and it has just been taken away from him. He yells up at Hawthorne on the tron, but there is no response. The referee attempts to talk sense into Taylor, but he continues to argue. In fact, Taylor being so against the announcement starts to turn the crowd in favor of it, just to get the better of Taylor. But soon the attention is taken off the Entertainment Champion, and is taken to the world heavyweight champion who holds the microphone in his hands.
Danny Mainer: Hold on for one second!
The crowd quiets down, paying attention to what their world champ and fan-favorite has to say
Danny Mainer: If you want to cancel this match, then fine. Do it. What I want to talk to you about is my title defense on Saturday.
Hawthorne seems to be thinking about whether or not to listen to what Mainer has to say, but in the end he seems to decide it’s worth hearing out.
Danny Mainer: For weeks, I have wanted to get back at Jason Freeman. It’s been my only goal. The thing that has kept me going when nothing else in my life has been going well. He’s avoided me time and time again, and you know what? I just don’t think that a normal match is going to be enough to satisfy me. You’ve demanded I put my career on the line at Seven Deadly Sins, and I’ll do that…
The crowd instantly begins to boo. While they do believe that Danny Mainer is going to win his title match, they don’t want him to put something as important as his very career on the line, especially against a foe as cunning as Freeman. Who knows what Freeman will pull out of his sleeve?
Danny Mainer: But I’d like to propose a change to the stipulation of the match. I think that instead of just a normal match…I’d like this one to take place inside of a steel cage!
The fans go absolutely wild at this announcement! If they were disappointed about Mainer putting his career on the line, he’s won them all back! Imagine what could be done to Freeman inside of a cage! All the brutal things that Mainer could do for revenge. What other reason could people need to order Seven Deadly Sins? This was going to be---
Danny Mainer: ---Wait, hold on. I’m not done yet. You see, I want a match with Freeman. Not with Ascendency. So I think that a steel cage might not be enough to keep this match between the two of us, and not enough for me to hurt him as much as I want to. So how about we wrap the cage in barbed wire!
And now the fans REALLY erupt.
Danny Mainer: And of course, I’d like the match to have some special stipulations of my own that I’ll reveal on ACW.com later this week.
Hawthorne: …That’s quite the match you’re asking for.
Danny Mainer: Well, you’re all about money are you not? Let’s hear what the fans think about it, they’re the ones who have to buy the pay-per-view after all…Do you guys want to see me tear Freeman apart with some barbed wire?
Judging by the sound from the crowd the answer is an overwhelming yes.
Hawthorne: Well…this is not just your match. This is Jason Freeman’s match as well. And I’m not so sure he’d be in favor of such a change. Jason Freeman would need to accept these changes as well, if he doesn’t want them, then the match will remain unchanged.
And the crowd begins to boo, until Mainer takes the mic
Danny Mainer: Well, yeah, I figured that. So why doesn’t Jason Freeman come out here right now and give his opinion on the situation?
And suddenly the fans laugh as they realize exactly what has just happened, and then they begin to clap and cheer. Jason Freeman obviously is not in the building tonight, and while it had been true that he could have denied any change Mainer tried to make to the match, he had as good as forfeited these rights. His plans had backfired!
Danny Mainer: Well, Hawthorne, I don’t see him.
Hawthorne: Well, I guess you’re right. Since Freeman would need to be here to veto these changes to the match, and he isn’t in the arena tonight…as of this moment, Danny Mainer vs Jason Freeman at Seven Deadly Sins shall now take place in a barbed wire steel cage!
Danny Mainer grins as the fans go wild, a plan finally going well for Mainer this time! He has struck perhaps his first successful blow since the issues between the two started, and now Freeman’s chances of winning have plummeted. One thing is for sure, Danny Mainer will get at least some degree of revenge for having his life ruined, and there seems to be nothing that Freeman can do to overcome this situation. A plan backfired, and now Mainer has the advantage. As the segment fades away, Danny Mainer continues to take in the cheers from the crowd, happily looking forward to Seven Deadly Sins
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:52:43 GMT -5
The End (CP and Scorpion)
With the show nearing it’s end, one man has been fairly conspicuous in his absence, The Scorpion. A second, shocking absence has been a lack of revenge on behalf of Chris Phenomenal. If one thing has characterized the blood feud between the two, it’s the give and take nature. One man suffers, and then inflicts it doubly on the other.
Yet returning from our final commercial break, we do so not to the ring, but instead the outside of the ACW Arena. Overlooking the Atlantic Ocean on the east side, Chris Phenomenal stares out without blinking.
CP: The book of psalms, worship and praise to the almighty. Yet alms alone do not give you strength. Was it not as Jesus said, do so in secret, that your father who sees in secret will reward you?
Phenomenal looks down below him and does so at Scorpion, tied in much the same way, to the same crucifix as Chris Phenomenal was on the video. He hangs perilously, the steel chain wrapped around a peg, the only thing holding him up from the ocean.
CP: You said you are the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, well tell me Scorpion, what happens when you reach your end?
Scorpion is unmoved, whether he is stoic in the face of certain death or unconscious, is unknown. Chris Phenomenal begins to grow more and more erratic though, pacing around the roof top.
CP: What is your driving force Scorpion. Is it my ruin? If I were to throw myself off this building, certain peril awaiting me would I defeat your purpose?
At this mention though, Scorpion looks up at Chris and begins to show a little bit of fright but also malice, the act of suicide so contrary to the human form.
CP: So that is what you’ve come form. You don’t care about these people, you don’t care about saving them. It’s refreshing, a preacher not condemning us all or preying on our young, yet you need something of me.
Chris pauses and looks down at the metal spike holding up Scorpion and unwraps one circle of chain, causing the crucifix to drop closer to the water below.
CP: Without me, you fail. This is about more than human flesh, and blood. This isn’t about me being a pagan solider as you put it, this isn’t some messianic mission to save me. I am not destined to martyrdom.
Another link unwraps as Scorpion looks up into the face of Chris Phenomenal. Yet the face he sees is not that of the one he saw moments ago, but one out of lore. The madness has been replaced by a sanctum calm, the darkness of his face by a glowing light. He is no longer human, it seems.
CP: No, and you thought it would go past me Scorpion but it didn’t. Madness, all consuming out of the blue. You initially chalked it up to betrayal at the hands of Senator, you initially figured it was repressed memories, or excessive psychedelic use.
Scorpion turns and looks up at Chris Phenomenal, now realizing that he has finally realized what Scorpion had known all along. The power that was locked inside of Chris, just below his conscious level enough to destroy the universe, but also him.
CP: But then you realized that it all started after our first meeting. That when I realized who, no, what you are, that I began to lose control. You see, we’re on opposite sides, for thousands of years we’ve fought the same war across different times. Destroyer and creator.
Scorpion: Seraph and Son.
Seraphim: Yes, and it all comes down to this, one of us will live while the other survives. Yet I could take us both down, a martyr to the cause. If I throw myself over the edge, I will die, but you will have failed. Not just a failure of the flesh either, a failure irreconcilable, one that would leave you damned for eternity.
Seraphim looks down at Scorpion, the son, the one whom he had been fighting for millennia while he toes the edge, almost ready to throw himself over the edge.
CP: NO!
Immediately, Seraphim reverts back to Chris Phenomenal, the light darkness, the calm, madness.
CP: This is all your fault!
Immediately Chris reaches down and begins to unravel the chain before one final rod is left, Scorpion looking up and realizing that he is one slip away from being taken down by a mortal.
CP: Goodbye!
With that, Chris lets go as Scorpion hurtles towards the water below as Chris Phenomenal looks down with a laugh at the falling Scorpion. Smiling to himself, it grows even larger as just before he hit’s the water at break neck speed he is stopped, invisible bungee wire saving him from death. Scorpion looks up at Chris, fury in his eyes which only brings a bigger smile to that of Chris’ face.
CP: You want to play mind games, we can play mind games. You think you’re inside my head with this Seraph bullshit, think again Scorpion.
Again there is nothing but hate in the face of Scorpion, though deep down, there is a smile, knowing that he will get one last shot at the Seraphim. A living being residing inside of Chris Phenomenal.
CP: Death would’ve been painless tonight, you’re neck broken and that’s it. At Seven Deadly Sins, you won’t be so lucky Scorpion. See you then.
With that Chris stands up and takes a step away, before the Seraphim finally retakes control. He turns back towards Scorpion, looks down with a smile, enraging him more before our scene fades back to ringside.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:53:21 GMT -5
And now, for what you've all stayed tuned in for...
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:54:00 GMT -5
“THUNDERKISS RETURNS” Credit: Thunderkiss THEY TRY TO TELL YOU “We don’t belong” THAT’S ALRIGHT “We are MILLIONS strong”THIS IS MY WRESTLING “It makes us proud” YOU ARE MY PEOPLE “We are your crowd”[/center][/size] [His mantra electrifies the masses. Since they took their seat the fans have remained standing all for this moment and it has now arrived. No more empty promises or failed appearances - tonight he delivers. Smoke billows, fire flows and lightening drops from above, the trademark pyro combination of the Worldbreaker. From this organized chaos he jettisons from the entranceway. From head to toe he still looks the same; it is as if time rewinded to half a year ago. His persona has also not missed a beat as he has the entire arena feeding out of his hand. How? Theatrics, my friends. Nobody does it better. Surrounding him on both sides are two ladies straight from a Playboy centerfold shoot. Together the trio makes their way down to the ring, stopping occasionally to ham it up for the members of the Kiss Army who have flown here from all over the world to be here tonight. As he touches down just outside of the squared circle, he gives each girl a kiss on the cheek before releasing them from his massive arms. And if you know Thunderkiss, then you know it is not the cheeks on their face that I speak of. With one of his most dangerous weapons in his hand, a live microphone, TK takes aim at the crowd and pulls the trigger.] Thunderkiss: HELLO SODOMTIES! So I know what you are thinking. “Hey Kiss, where have you been?” Well, brother, let me tell ya’, it is well known that I am a drug attic, a nymphomaniac, a dead beat dad, a sexual predator ..... well, let’s just save us some time and call me a no good, son of a bitch. It goes without saying that when I disappear off the radar you can bet that means I haven’t been in the best of places over the past few months. But now after an all nighter on the rehab express, the Thunda’ man has returned to the playground to bully all the tiny men into giving him their lunch money! Fans: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!Thunderkiss: That’s right, freak out, freak out! Now brothers and sisters, you know that I am not a man who wastes his time so I’m going to pick up where I left off. On the last episode of “The Thunder World,” I was moments away from climbing back to the top of the mountain when life decided to blindside me yet again and steal away my moment of eternal glory. That’s right, you are looking at the ORIGINAL “FML” guy. Now I am accustomed to life laughing at me but man, did it take a huge shit all over the Kiss by having my old pal’ Daniel Mainer take the top prize in this business. I mean, Mainer, seriously? Last time I saw that clown he was rigging matches to elevate himself to main event status. Could things get any worse?Fan *yelling*: Jason Freeman is challenging for the title! Thunderkiss: Oh for fucks sake. Maybe I should have stayed at home because if this isn’t a sign that this company is on life support I don’t know what is. Oh well, if we are destined to go out, I want one last shot at the gold and one more big payday. Just one more ride. Right now there are a few of you smarks mumbling to yourself, “why should this guy get a title shot? He just came back?” To that I say *cough*JakeCheng*cough* Name someone else who deserves one more crack at it other that myself. You can’t, unless you are an jaded internet troll. I have given up so much blood, sweat and tears for this company and at the end of the day all I’ll ever be known for is getting a swift kick in the balls in return. Every damn time I’ve every had a chance of putting my fingers around that strap it’s been in a multi-man match up. KISS ARMY, I ASK YOU, THIS THAT FAIR?Kiss Army: HELL NO. Thunderkiss: Damn right it’s not, but it is expected. When you cast a mighty big shadow like me dealing with cowards comes with the territory. And let me tell you something brothers, during my years here in ACW there have been a whole hell of a lot of cowards. Hunter, BK London, Starkweather, the list is full of grade A crackerjacks and sodomites. Tonight, we are going to see if we need to add one more to the roster. Little Danny Mainer, this is a DIRECT challenge to you. I want you to pull your dick from between your legs, come down to the ring right now and bring the strap with you!Crowd: ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!“Fast” Eddie Edison: Someone call the network, we are going past ten o’clock baby! Maxwell McNally: If you made your way down to ACW Arena tonight are you ever in for a treat, and if you tuned in instead, you have the best seat in the house! Thunderkiss: Come on Danny, don’t tell me you are scared of a old man who hasn’t wrestled in over six months![Now the waiting game begins. As all eyes fall on the entranceway, a deafening roar shakes the foundation of the arena as a shadow of a man is seen walking toward the ring. It disperses as quickly as it begins as the fans quickly realize that it is not Danny Mainer they are looking upon, but rather ACW Chairman, Samuel Hawthorn.] Samuel Hawthorne: Pardon me for interrupting. Thunderkiss: I pardon you, but I am not so sure about these fans, brother! Samuel Hawthorn: Apologies to all for my intrusion. As seen through our fans, your presence here is both invigorating and welcome. However, a man with my responsibilities realizes full well that he can’t always be popular. At the moment, it must be business before pleasure. Thunderkiss, I need not remind you of a deal brokered between you and Chris Phenomenal at last year’s Ragnarok. Thunderkiss: Ugh, that’s right, don’t remind me.[Thunderkiss’ plea falls on deaf ears. In an effort to educate fans who are not privy to this information, the Alpha Tron goes back and time and proudly displays the moment in question in true high-def glory.] Thunderkiss: Well, so much for that. Chris Phenomenal: Why don’t we make a little side wager between the two of us. You see with every ounce of disrespect meant to Dave Shadow, everyone knows it’s going to come down to you and I at Ragnarok, mano-a-mano, finally proving who’s the biggest dog in the yard. So what I propose is that if you win the title belt, take me down and make me your proverbial bitch you can do just that. If you win, I leave the Senatorial Stable and become one of your foot soldiers in SLA.Thunderkiss: And what if you win?Chris Phenomenal: If I win, SLA is through. You quit and are forced to join the Senatorial Stable and work under Phillips and I for the duration of your contract.The gauntlet is thrown down, the crowd hushed in anticipation as Thunderkiss looks at Chris again with a steely eyed gaze.Thunderkiss: You sure you want to do this kid? Play the game for all the marbles? Once you go all in there is no going back.Chris doesn’t speak but his silence says volumes, the air growing tenser with the moment. Thunderkiss takes a moments pause before giving his answer.Thunderkiss: You‘re on.The crowd roars as Thunderkiss and Chris look at each other, in a moment that while likely be synonymous with many ACW advertisments for years to come the two go face to fact, nose to nose, eye to eye, the final shot before Ragnarok is the two of them glaring at each other. Thunderkiss: Man, watching that again was like watching a bulimic chick re-eat her vomited up meal from a toilet.Samuel Hawthorn: Thunderkiss, if you have any business to conduct within one of my rings I will gladly give you an open check, however, you must be aligned with Senator Steve Phillips if you wish to proceed. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Quickest come back in history. It was nice seeing you again, TK. [Boos begin to rain down from the crowd and all the electricity built up over the past five minutes is expelled from the arena in one massive, disappointed sigh.] Thunderkiss: Well that’s fine Sammy; I accept Chris Phenomenal’s terms.Maxwell McNally: WHAT?! [Confusion sets in. Did Thunderkiss align himself with his mortal enemy once more? After the last time one would think he learned from that debacle. Expecting at any moment for Thunderkiss to pull off his handle bar mustache, address himself as “Aiden” and strip down to purple tights, the Kiss Army grows weary and takes a step back from their hero.] Thunderkiss: Right now, you are looking at the NEWEST member of the famed Senatorial Stable! I’M BACK, BABY! FOR THE SENATOR! FOR THE STABLE!Samuel Hawthorne *smiling*: Well then Mr. Kiss, welcome back to Alpha Championship Wrestling. [Hawthorne turns and returns. Back in the ring, Thunderkiss raises his hand to quell the angry masses. Still not wanting to believe what they are seeing round two of Benedict Arnold, the Army grants his request for silence before they take up arms and riot. Hide the pitchforks and torches.] Thunderkiss: That’s right, Army, you heard right. As of right now, I am back in the Senatorial Stable. Being part of such a league of extinguished gentlemen means I must make sacrifices in my life and uphold both my political and civil duties with extreme predigest! My first official act as a Stableman is this: ladies and gentlemen, open up your wallets and partake in the first ever political fund raiser for a true American Patriot, BARACK OBAMA![It takes a few seconds for those who aren’t quick witted to see the punch line. The moment that they fall in line the gasps heard a few seconds ago are replaced with uproarious laughter. The jig is up; Thunderkiss has a plan to get out of this after all.] Thunderkiss: As once Stalin once said, Senator. I SHALL DEFEAT YOU FROM WITHIN’! Minorities that want free houses and health care! Homosexuals that need to find a purpose in life and define yourself as being the most persecuted subgroup since the Jews! Misguided suburban white kids who have been programmed to hate the color of your skin and give away what your forefathers built for you! Open up your hearts and wallets - AND LET’S MAKE IT FOUR MORE YEARS FOR OUR FRIEND, BARACK OBAMA! THROW ME YOUR PENNIES, KISS ARMY, THROW ME YOUR CHANGE! CAN WE DO IT?Kiss Army: YES WE CAN! Maxwell McNally: Well, this is going to be edited out on the replay. “Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s Thunderkiss; could we possibly expect anything less? Either way, I have to admit, I missed this. [In the ring Thunderkiss stands with his arms extended while a rain of coin falls down upon him. Never before has such a sight been seen in ACW, nor will it most likely be seen again. Coins of all types scatter across the canvas turning transforming it into a wishing well of epic proportions. Could one ask for a more fitting sight as our show goes off the air? For many a month fans of all types and ages waited for his return and tonight their wish has been granted. Or has it?] [FADE]
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2010 0:55:06 GMT -5
“THUNDERKISS RETURNS: EPILOGUE” Credit: Thunderkiss [It’s last call and then turn off the lights. Unfortunately for Thunderkiss, these words may have literal meaning. There is trouble brewing and just like the rest of us, Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison are oblivious to it. We joint them now as they prepare to wrap things up for the evening and return home for some much needed rest.] Maxwell McNally: What a night. It’s been quite a while since we’ve had one like this one, Eddie. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh man was it needed. I remember back to just a few years ago when nights like these were the norm. Man, what I’d give to get those days back. Maxwell McNally: Like the song says, “you don’t know what you’ve got, ‘till it’s gone.” “Fast” Eddie Edison: Don’t make me break out my Cinderella tapes. [Before McNally can make a Tom Kiefer joke, an urgent message is sent into his ear through his headset. The awkward silence makes Eddie turn his head in curiosity and when he sees the look on his partner’s face, he knows that something newsworthy is transpiring.] Maxwell McNally: Don’t put away your headset just yet, Eddie. Something is going on out back. [Both men quickly gear up and retake their positions in the broadcast booth. There, on their monitors, they gaze upon a live feed belonging to the “Internet” Kevin Anderson. Always on the lookout for the next big scoop, Anderson has reeled in the motherload tonight.] Kevin Anderson: I am standing here in the back parking lot with some heart breaking news, Maxwell. Medics are already scene at what island police are calling a hit and run. The individual hit was the man of the night, Thunderkiss, and the runner is unknown at this present time. Upon speaking to some autograph seekers who usually take up residence here at the conclusion of Warfare every week, Thunderkiss was run down as he exited this bay door behind me. With me now is one of these eye witnesses to the event. Sir, can you please tell us what you saw? Eyewitness: It all happened so fast. One minute there was Thunderkiss waving and blowing kisses towards the fans and then the next he was laying unconscious on the pavement. Kevin Anderson: Did you get a good look at the driver of the car? Eyewitness: No, it had tinted windows. Even if I did I wouldn’t have gotten a chance. That car was going like a bat out of hell, it had to have been doing at least seventy. Kevin Anderson: I understand that it must have had been going at a high rate of speed but did you happen to get a good look at the make and model of the car? Eyewitness: Black Dodge, that’s all I could make out. It might have been a Viper, I really couldn’t tell you. Kevin Anderson: I am sure this was a traumatic experience for you so I will not hold you up any longer. Well I have seen enough police dramas to know that when you don’t see any skid marks it means that this was no accident. The moment I find out any new information rest assured you, the ACW audience, will be the first to know. Back to you, Max. [With the green light of the camera once more lit up for this evening, Edison and McNally digest the recent happenings with a demeanor that is completely opposite of the ones they had prior. They are not alone.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: Wow, talk about a party crasher. Maxwell McNally: Folks, what a dramatic swing of events we have just witnessed. Just moments ago the world had only one thing on its mind and that was the man called Thunderkiss. And now, that same man is on their mind but it is his health, his well-being that concerns them. Gone are smiles. Gone are the chants of Thunderkiss and gone is the celebration. Instead we are left with ample tears and nervousness, a combination that this company does not need. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Whomever the hitman was, he sure did a hell of a number on the morale of the Kiss Army. Maxwell McNally: And that brings us to the million dollar question, the one that resides in the forethoughts all of us. Just who is responsible for this and furthermore, what is their motive? “Fast” Eddie Edison: The list of suspects is going to rival that of ol’ Saint Nick’s. I mean, just going by what was said tonight it could anyone who is gay, a minority or a white kid who likes rap music. Maxwell McNally: Or someone more likely, like those who have had it out for him before such as Danny Mainer, Jason Freeman, Chris Phenomenal or Senator Steve Phillips. One thing I will agree with you Eddie is that the list of those who would have a motive is one that is going to keep local investigators busy for quite some time. Those four names were just the first that popped into my mind and just in these few seconds I could easily add four more. “Fast” Eddie Edison: And as the week progresses until the next Warfare, so will the fans. Good night everybody! [END OF SHOW]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 24, 2010 22:17:13 GMT -5
I think this was a stellar show, especially considering some of the hits we've taken with it being the last two weeks of summer.
Some great segments from Jason Freeman, and the barbed wire steel cage announcement was a nice touch.
TK returning is brilliant, the Obama comments had me laughing and then loathing the man which is absolutely perfect.
If you've been following Scorpion and I at all, please read both of our segs this week as it essentially ties six months worth of work together into two segments. If you need help or a refresher, ask me and I'll give you the rundown.
Onto SDS guys.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 24, 2010 22:58:54 GMT -5
Thunderkiss might believe in Barrack ObamaBUT It's time kids for the CP3 Capital Preparation -- Senator Car Now Has Arm -- Laron, Red and Thiago Oh Thank Heaven (for 7-11) -- Seth Chambers
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