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Post by The Senator on Aug 29, 2010 21:19:13 GMT -5
One Fall to a Finish Buddy Ghee vs. Ivan Boreanaz --- Tag Team Match The Communist Internationale w/ Simba Mufasa vs. The Tag Team of Gloriousness w/ Ali Ahmed Meheromohammandi --- ACW Hardcore Title Brian Carnage vs. Sgt. Pilko vs. Mr. Red --- One Fall to a Finish Jake Steele vs. 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper --- Ladder Match Theodore Wellington vs. Ryan Cole --- ET Title Jon Taylor vs. 'The Soul of Philly' TJ --- Senatorial Stips Dan White vs. Senator --- House of Tortures Match Chris Phenomenal vs. The Scorpion --- ACW Heavyweight Title Barbed Wire Steel Cage Danny Mainer vs. Jason Freeman
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:21:19 GMT -5
It's one of ACW's biggest cards in months! ACW's summer pay-per-view: Seven Deadly Sins! The fans at home have already ordered and are getting ready to experience a great night full of ACW action! The fans in the arena wait impatiently for the night's proceedings to begin...rivalries will be decided tonight, and perhaps new ones shall start! It's time to begin.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:21:54 GMT -5
“LORD OF THE WASTELANDS” [The lighting is set. The cameras are ready. GO. The scene opens up at the ACW arena on the night of Seven Deadly Sins! The PPV theme blares out of the P.A system accompanied by a video package as the fans jump to their feet in celebration of the PPV officially beginning. With many chants making their way around the arena such as "Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!", "Philly, Philly, Philly!" and so on! With the fans decked out head to toe in various merchandise our view switches to that of the commentary table. It is here we are greeted by the resident commentators of ACW, Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison. They place on their headsets and begin commentary!] Maxwell McNally: Welcome folks, to ACW Seven Deadly Sins! Eddie and I are PROUD to present to you one of the finest Pay-Per-Views in recent times. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Finest, Max?! I'll give you finest! This Pay-Per-View is shaping up to be one of the best, hell, maybe even THE best in ACW history and there isn't two ways about it, buddy! Maxwell McNally: Heh, seems as though the excitement may have got to my partner just a bit, viewers. That said, Eddie is right, tonight has the potential to be GIGANTIC! And what are we waiting for, Eddie? Let's get this show underway, partner! [Our view switches from commentary camera to another one placed in front of the ring. We see one of the newer referees standing in the centre of the ring joined by the veteran ring announcer Phillip. The crowd all cheer as they recognise that now is time for the first match to begin...or so they thought. As Phillip raises his microphone to his mouth he is stopped as the arena descends into darkness and a familiar intro hits the P.A system...] [Predictably the ringside arena turns into frenzy. The Kiss Army stand loud and proud as their idol and makes his way out to greet them. TK had a serious accident last Warfare, and was on the receiving end of a hit and run assault, but promised to be here tonight to address his assailant. Neverless, strangely the whole theme plays out and still no sign of the God of Thunder, Saint of Los Angeles. The crowd immediately grow restless and start chanting "We want Thunderkiss" as you would expect so!] “Fast” Eddie Edison: What's going on here then, Max? I don't see Thunderkiss anywhere! Maxwell McNally: I'm afraid I'm as much in the dark as you are partner, we'll just have to wait and watch like the fans. [Before Eddie or the fans can reply suddenly the AlphaTron sparks back into life. It slowly fades into a small room with a blue cloth backdrop covering the wall. The lighting is too dark to reveal anything at this time and everyone is left wondering just what is going on. Is Thunderkiss going to deprive his fans of seeing their idol in person and instead address them from the backstage area? It appears so.] ?: Just one week ago Thunderkiss returned to the walls of ACW. After deserting his so called "Kiss Army" for the upteenth time and declaring that the industry was dead and buried...he did the most predictable yet outrageous thing possible, he turned his back on YOU people yet again. But still, last week on Warfare and even the week proceeding when the "Thunderkiss Hype Machine" was back in full flow...you people lapped it ALL up. Like nothing had ever happened. As that megalomaniac strided down to ringside you didn't greet him with boos as he deserved...oh no, you opened your arms and took him back. Just like you allowed him to trick you into doing before. It appears none of you...NONE of you learnt from your mistakes. [The person halts, bitterness clouding every week they speak. They inhale and slowly exhale. Composing themselves they continue as light suddenly fills the room. The man is none other than Jon Taylor.] Taylor: What I don't get though is, how you people can RESPECT yourselves and still support this man at the same time. The man who at even the slightest hint of not being the #1 attraction in ACW anymore bolts out of here faster than Usain himself. He has proven time and time again that under glitzy and fancy illusion he manages to create wherever he goes...that Thunderkiss, your idol, is nothing more than a talentless attention seeker who disapparates whenever things DON'T go his way. The only reason he has return is for HIMSELF...don't let him fool you, he couldn't give a damn about anyone else.[Taylor glares into the camera with an intensity and look that he truly believes the words that he speaks. He sighs with an expression of disappoint and regret and he continues looking ruefully into the camera as speaks.] Taylor: Not me however, not like I, The STANDARD of Excellence! You shouldn't be worshipping that self-involved muscle bound freak, but instead someone who actually WANTS to help you people despite your greatest resistance. Instead of pandering to that joke of a professional wrestler's every whim you should be joining me, and Ascendancy in our DOMINATION of this company. See, unlike Thunderkiss we actually CARE about other people than #1. We want to see ACW how it should be like...we want to see a TRUE Golden Age. Forget years gone by, they are irrelevant compared to now. For we are at a time in ACW's history where we CAN actually turn it into a haven for all the best of the best to call home. Not people called Thunderkiss or Jake Steele...but instead people like Ryan Cole, people like Jason Freeman...people like ME![The manner in which Taylor speaks is both arrogant and frightening at the same time. He talks of a utopia in which only the best of the industry would be allowed. The problem is, who is defined as the "best"? Even more urgently, who defines these persons? As usual Taylor talks with a confidence found in so few. He continues speaking in a way that he seems as though he is trying to tell the bitter truth which the masses refuse to believe] Taylor: Now I accept that you people are probably going to accuse me of being insensitive after Thunderkiss's little...accident. But, if that's case then I suggest you switch off your television sets at home and cover your ears at ringside as I let you in on a little secret. See, I've been thinking a lot since last Warfare and how Thunderkiss managed to get involved in a hit and run leaving the ring...DESPITE the fact that fans were all around and surely someone of his so called "stature" should have had a car waiting for him, no? Well, anyway, I don't believe Thunderkiss was hit by a so called "Mystery" assailant AT ALL. I think the whole was set up just so Thunderkiss could add MORE buzz, hype, media attention to his return. As we all know after all, Thunderkiss loves being the centre of attention, right? What better way than to be on ALL the news channels then without spending a dime? Seems like a perfect plan to me.[Taylor truimphantly grins as his sinister suggestion is relayed to all the viewers at home. He nods his head mouth "Oh and it's true" to add further insult to his supporters.] Taylor: Now, I'm not stupid. I know just like you're stupid enough to support that man, you're also stupid enough to not believe the TRUTH. That's ok, though. That said, I know you'll also excuse me of wasting my time before a big match by talking about ol' TK for no reason....want good old Taylor to let you in on a little secret? THERE ISN'T GOING TO BE A MATCH! You saw what I did to TJ two weeks ago, you saw that he didn't make it to the match last week - and he isn't going to make it to the match this week! So, get comfy people, because what I did to TJ? The first in a LONG line of what Ascendancy is going to do here in ACW to weed out the week and bring this company into the Golden Age it truly deserves![Taylor maniacally grins as he walks up to the camera and stares closer into before walking away as it slowly fades out. Our view returns to the commentary table of McNally and Edison who are both looking downbeat at what they just saw from The Standard of Excellence. McNally shakes his head as he speaks.] Maxwell McNally: Well, viewers, I don't what to say other than our Entertainment Champion truly has a sick mind if he believes Thunderkiss set it up so he got hit by a car on PURPOSE. “Fast” Eddie Edison: I'm normally a fan of Taylor's in-ring work, but I have to agree Max, this is one step too far from The Standard of Excellence. Well up next is, Buddy Ghee Vs Ivan Boreanz! [FADE] Credit: Jon Taylor ;D
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:25:36 GMT -5
Match 1: Buddy Ghee vs Ivan Boreanaz (Credit: Buddy Ghee)
The Serbian National Anthem begins to play over the speaker system and the fans in attendance show their dislike for foreigners (as always seems to happen). Ivan Boreanaz emerges with a scowl on his face, dressed to compete, and a grinning Jeremy Alexander follows him out. The two make there way to the ring; Ivan the picture of focus and Jeremy shouting this and that to the fans; as the national anthem continues towards its conclusion.
Shining Star fills the arena as fans erupt in cheers. Buddy Ghee slides from behind the curtain to take in all the applause. He raises his fist and bops down the ramp, giving high-fives to the people scattered throughout the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope, jumping to his feet to preen to the crowd. Ivan steps towards him, but Buddy throws his hand up, threatening to slap him. Ivan meets this by jumping at him, startling him.
The bell rings as the Ivan charges Buddy, but is met with a drop toe hold, as Buddy delivers a few punches to Ivan's head before jumping up to drop a knee on it. Buddy jumps up, taunting him, running around the ring, pumped full of adrenaline. Ivan rises to his feet, running in for a lariat, but misses him, as Buddy ducks below it to get him in a waist lock for a German Suplex Pin.
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Ivan gets out of it quickly. He jumps up to get back on the offensive, but Buddy hits him with an arm drag. After Ivan jumps up again, Buddy intercepts him with another arm drag. Buddy, pumped as he is, lifts him and whips him to the corner. However, it's reversed as Ivan charges him in the corner, jamming his shoulder into his stomach. He repeats this motion, taking every ounce of fight out of him. When he's sure there's nothing left, he steps away as he crumbles to a sitting position. Ivan rubs his boot across Buddy's face before going to the opposite side and charging him with a low-angle big boot.
Ivan lifts him to his feet, puts him in a powerbomb position, and throws him onto the turnbuckle, causing him to cry out in pain and drop to ringside. Ivan follows him, throwing punches to his face as he guards himself. As Buddy crumbles, Ivan grabs him in a front headlock, throwing knees, a move known as the Belgrade Kiss. Ivan throws him into the ring to continue the assault. He lifts him to the turnbuckle to ram his head into it before attempting a curbstomp. Buddy realizes this and dodges, grabbing his leg to deliver a few punches to his quad.
Buddy stands, carrying him by his leg, before thrusting it downwards to force Ivan to stay with the momentum. In a bent over position, Buddy delivers a scissor kick. Buddy runs to the ropes, coming off of them to deliver a Senton. He rolls him over to pin.
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Kickout! Buddy is going to have to do more than that to put Ivan down. He reaches his feet to perform a standing moonsault and go for another cover.
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Kickout! Buddy's newfound aerial offense isn't putting him down. Buddy brings him to his feet again, getting Ivan into a side head lock before being pushed off. Ivan meets Buddy with a kick before lifting him up for a piledriver. He covers him.
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Kickout! Ivan decides it's time to put him away. He turns him onto his back and grabs his arm to apply the Serbian Torture. However, before he can put it on, Buddy manages to squirm onto his back, not allowing him to apply it. Buddy slaps him in the face, then pushes him off with his foot, sending him to the ropes, before performing a kip-up and hitting a rolling sidekick to the face.
Buddy rises up and goes between the ropes onto the apron. He stands in wait as Ivan struggles to stand up. Once he finally gets to his feet, Buddy performs a turning jump to the rope before jumping off, grabbing Ivan's head, and dropping his face on the mat, performing a 720 DDT. He goes straight for the cover as fans cheer.
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3! Buddy's "new" finisher was just enough to put him down for three, as once Buddy gets up, Ivan begins stirring. Before he can retaliate, Buddy vaults over the ropes and races back to the curtain.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:28:47 GMT -5
Oh, Thank Heaven, Pt. II [/font] Seth Chambers[/center] Fade in to the slow gliding shot of a convenience store at night. The dark clouds in the sky gives the ground gentle raindrops that pitter patter on to any and all objects carelessly left about. The camera continues sliding slowly, giving us a full view of the scene, until a broken down old car, sitting in the parking lot, comes in to view. Though it is dark out, a shadow can be faintly seen inside of the car. The shot then abruptly trades places and we get a clear shot in the inside of the car. From the dashboard, we see the same man from last week, Seth Chambers. His eyes closed, he breathes in and out slowly. After a moment, he slowly looks up and opens his eyes. He looks out towards the sky, from the other side of the windshield. He sees the water dripping down as the rain lays its assault on trees, sending their leaves to the ground with force. As the rain picks up and begins hitting harder, he turns to his side and picks up his bag. He throws it over his shoulder as he exits the vehicle. As he closes the car door, he sees a man quickly walk in to the convenience store. He turns back to his car, using a newspaper to shield his cranium from the wet drops falling from the sky."I better lock this car. I'll only be in the store for a minute... but the night time only makes the worst part of town even worse. Better safe than sorry."He does as he had intended, and locks his car. He slams the door to make sure it closed, and then turns, walking toward the store. The newspaper, at this point, is drenched and completely unreadable. He ditches the moist paper in a trash bin once he's made it to the dry portion of the mini-sidewalk. The top of the building guards him from the rain, and he pulls on the door, walking in. The light elevatoresque music does little to heal the situation, though it does give him a sense of familiarity and normalcy. He notices no one at the counter, and thinks nothing of it. He looks down at the attention grabbing magazine smut. "Heidi Montag sex tape," "John Edwards bastard child." He doesn't give the magazines any further thought, and instead turns to the Slurpee machine. He grabs a cup and fills it up, then carries it over to the counter. With no one around, he grabs a Slim Jim in the meantime, and places that on the counter as well. In a split second, the mood is drastically altered from one extreme to the next, as his daydreaming leads him to finally realize the horrific scene of the clerk sitting on the ground, his face nearly destroyed and ripped open. Blood flowing, the man he had just seen enter the store before him is picking the clerk's pocket for money, and possibly keys to the cash register. Being unnoticed, Seth holds back a gasp, as well as any noise."Fuck..."He freezes for a moment, and realizes that he could simply grab his Slurpee and Slim Jim and high tail it out of the store, never to think of this again... or at least try and never think of it again. Always one for an adventure, and a thrill seeker, he irrationally decides that he must get involved. As quietly as he possibly can, he inches towards the crook, who is having a bit of trouble finding the key in the clerk's pocket. In one swift motion, Seth grabs the metallic trash bin at his side. With the lid flying off and crashing to the floor, startling the crook, Seth whacks him over the back with the bin. The crook falls to the ground, and Seth follows up by kicking him in the face, and then dropping to his knees, swinging rights and lefts at the thief. Seth then looks up at the clerk, with a look of disgust in his eyes. He wonders if the clerk is dead, and then assures himself that he must be dead, seeing as his face is basically now a fountain of blood. Seth grabs the thief and drags him over to the counter. He whacks the thief's head against the ground hard for good measure, and then reaches over the counter, picking up the phone. He dials 911."911, what's your emergency?""I'm at 120 Chestnut street, at the convenience store. I walked in and found a guy with blond hair robbing the store. I think he's killed the clerk.""Is the clerk breathing?""I don't think so. I think he's dead. He's lost far too much blood to still be alive. His face is ripped open. I can't even tell what he looks like.""The police are on their way. Where is the thief?""I knocked him out. He's unconscious right in front of the counter. By the way... before I entered the store, another man ran out with a big bag of money. I guess it was his partner or something.""Alright sir, are you alright?""I'm fine. Will the police be here soon?""They're on their way."Seth hangs up the phone and then turns to the crook quickly, grabbing the key from his hand."Good, because I won't be here."Seth noticed the crook holding the key as he dialed 911. He reaches over, opens the cash register, and empties out all of the money in to a plastic bag. He throws his Slim Jim in to the bag as well. He picks up his Slurpee, grabs a bag of chips on the way out, and power walks to his car. He opens the door, gets in, and quickly turns the car on. He backs out, and then speeds off, leaving a little trail of smoke behind him."It's all about ego balance."
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:31:12 GMT -5
Segment: WHAT?! (Credit: Freeman) The camera fades in on a very nervous Trace
Trace: I can’t do this! I can’t! I gotta quit, Greg! I GOTTA QUIT! I CAN’T DO THIS MATCH!
Greg: I think you might be a little overdramatic here
Trace: I AM NOT! I CAN’T BEAT HIM, GREG! WHY BOTHER TRYING!
Greg: You never know, you could get lucky! Very…very…lucky.
Trace: IT’S ALL OVER FOR ME GREG! ALL OVER! LET ME TELL HAWTHORNE!
Greg: Let’s not rush this…I mean who knows, you could---
Trace: I WILL NOT DIE IN THE RING GREG! I ALWAYS TOLD MYSELF THAT! WHEN IT COMES TO THE POINT WHERE I WILL DIE IN THE RING! I WILL BACK OUT! I DON’T WANNA DIE ON TV!
Greg: Well, fine then, why don’t you just talk to Hawthorne, he’s right there!
Trace: I will!
Hawthorne: Yes?
Trace: Mr. Hawthorne sir, you know how tonight I’m facing Thiago Gracie?
Hawthorne: You…are?
Hawthorne narrows his eyes, thinking…and suddenly he gasps with realization.
Hawthorne: Oh yeah! I forgot all about you! Well, that match has been cancelled I guess. I’ve already booked a tag team match involving Thiago and Laron Xavier. I’m sorry, I guess I just forgot you were even on the roster.
Hawthorne shrugs, and walks off…as Trace stares after him in shock. Greg sighs.
Greg: Well I guess we got lucky th---
Trace: WHAT WAS THAT?! HE FORGOT ME?! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?!
Greg: But I thought---
Trace: I WAS SUPPOSED TO WRESTLE TONIGHT, GREG! I HAD A MATCH! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! THIS IS A TRAGEDY!
Greg: You didn’t even want---
Trace: SHUT UP, GREG! DO YOU SEE WHAT I DEAL WITH HERE?! HUH?! THAT JERK FORGOT I EVEN WAS ON THE ROSTER! I WAS GOING TO BEAT THIAGO TONIGHT, AND NOW I CAN’T! I WAS GOING TO MAKE MY NAME TONIGHT WHEN I MURDERED HIM IN THE RING!
Greg: Trace, I understand that---
Trace: THAT’S IT! IM OUTTA HERE!
Greg: You’re quitting?!
Trace: What? Oh, no…I just meant like…Im going home for the day….and probably go on youtube or something.
Greg: ….Whatever.
Trace: Hmph!
Trace storms away as the camera fades out, the tag match in question coming up next!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:34:06 GMT -5
The Communist Internationale w/ Simba Mufasa vs. The Tag Team of Gloriousness w/ Ali Ahmed Meheromohammandi (Credit: Senator, Thiago)
We start this match in the ring with all four competitors and their managers lined up on either side, "Revolutionary" Humberto Ortega and Joseph Harpo standing with Simba Mufasa and Laron Xavier and Thiago Gracie along with Nigerian Ali. Ali asks for a microphone, and unfortunately, he gets it.
Nigerian Ali: Before people fight this match, I have things to say! Simba Mufasa, you no real African! You joke Kimala fake African!
Simba: Uhh, is this microphone on?
Ali: Yes, you microphone is on! Now stop try to get out on this, you no real African!
Simba: Umm, ACW says I am?
Ali: Then they big liar! You fake Africa man, and you make real Africa man like me look bad! We no walk around like caveman! We no walk around look like we no civilized! We no appreciate you go around walking type of stereo and make real Africa man look like that! What you think we are?
Simba: Hey, it's a way to make a buck, ok?
Joseph Harpo: This man was persecuted by the capitalist pigs that populate the West! Minorities are persecuted, and forced by the legacy of slavery and the modern day equivalent to take a subservient role in the world, but really, aren't all workers slaves in reality? Aren't we all slaves to the monetary system, the World Bank, the WTO, to the New World Order?
Gracie: Hogan's not Thiago's master. Hogan get arm broken by armbar just like he get leg broken by Hiro Matsuda.
Harpo: But yes, the world is full of inequities, and that is why this poor man, Simba Mufasa, has had to eke out an existence living a lie! But even then, Simba Mufasa has rebelled against the system, has given the middle finger to the Man as he embraces his ancient heritage, his true bloodlines, and has accepted the role of the true African, the man who does not harm the environment, the man who does not destroy others, the peaceful man who works only to support his communal village! In America, minorities have not this chance to be at one with the globe, they are only held down, and what little they earn, even that is taken from them!
Gracie: Thiago thinks you're full of it, don't you have black president?
Harpo: You yourself are a tool of the capitalist pigs! Shut your face unless you know what you're talking about!
Laron: Man, how's about you shut your face? You really wanna get that armbar from Thiago Armbar, dude?
Ortega: I just team with those guys...
And as such, Ortega ducks out of the ring, just in time for Harpo to endure the dreaded armbar of doom, just as Laron literally head kicks Simba over the top rope. The referee looks at the carnage in and out of the ring, and decides in spite of it all to start the match, and just as he does so, he ends it, as Harpo is frantically tapping from the armbar.
Phillip Jones: Your winners, by armbar the Tag Team of Gloriousness!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:38:04 GMT -5
Scouting.
“Ok gotta look out for that”
Dominic Campbell slowly plods his way through the locker room of Ryan Cole, The room in complete darkness other than light from what appears to be a television set.
Campbell: Uh, Cole?
Cole: Yeah?
Ryan Cole sits hunched over staring intently at the screen with a pen and notepad in his hand.
Campbell: You’ll hurt your eyes doing that.
Cole: Yes, Mother.
Campbell: Just warning you.
Cole: Yeah, yeah.
Cole returns to watching the TV and quickly jots something down
Campbell: What are you watching anyway?
Cole shushes him and points to the screen, it shows Theodore Wellington landing a series of punches against his opponent.
Cole: He’s got a good right hand at least.
Campbell: Oh, I get it, scouting your opponent right?
Cole: Of course.
Campbell: But, wait. I haven’t seen you for days, are you telling me you’ve been watching old Wellington matches for half a week?
Cole points over his shoulder to a large pile of DVDs in the corner of the room. Campbell moves over to look at them, curiosity on his face.
Campbell: This is much more serious than you preparing for a regular match.
Cole: This isn’t just a regular match Dom, this is important. Very important.
Campbell: First Ppv one on one match?
Cole: A ladder match at that, my second in less than a year. But not only that I get to send a little message to all of the locker room. Taylor’s got the Entertainment title, by the end of Seven Deadly sins, Freeman is going to have the World title-
Campbell: I thought it was Heatwave?
Cole: It’s a lot of things. But like I was saying Taylor and Freeman are gonna be golden, Senator’s the damn Senator. So I’m the member of Ascendency who has to go out of his way to prove his dominance and what better way than to put down the guy who got thrown out?
Campbell: So you message is-
Cole: Nobody fucks with Ascendency.
Campbell looks down at the DVDs and hesitates before turning back to Cole.
Campbell: Uh, where did you get these DVDs Cole?
Cole: The internet. Why?
Campbell : Well I don’t think that Wellington ever fought Apollo Creed.
Cole: Wait what?
Campbell: Or Godzilla.
Cole: ….
Campbell: I think some of these might not be real.
Cole: … Do you think a ladder was involved in Wellington vs Godzilla?
Campbell: What? No.
Cole: Fine.
Cole yawns and stretches out his arms and legs. And turns off the TV.
Cole: Get some light in here Campbell.
Cole winces slightly as light floods the room.
Cole: At Seven Deadly sins I prove I belong at the top of the mountain by climbing to the top of a ladder.
I’ll give those fans a moment to remember.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:41:20 GMT -5
Match 3 Hardcore Title: Brian Carnage vs Sgt. Pilko vs Mr. Red (Credit: Dan White)
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:42:11 GMT -5
“IT’S A SECRET” Credit: Thunderkiss [Backstage it’s hard to tell if what is going on out in the arena is a sporting event or a comedy show. Uproarious laughter pierces eardrums throughout as Thunderkiss finishes his “Senatorial Stable for Obama” routine in which he presented a check in the name of Senator Steve Phillips to the President’s 2012 Campaign. When it comes to getting under the skin of Steve Phillips, nobody does it better than Thunderkiss and it doesn’t take a fortune teller to figure out that the old man is somewhere fuming right now. While Thunderkiss’ antics are always good for a write up, it is the story that transpires afterwards that takes center stage tonight. As Thunderkiss finishes his last pose atop the ramp, he retreats behind the curtain to be greeted by a blast from the past.] William Charles Wilcox *clapping*: Bravo. At this rate Ol’ Steve Phillips is going to kick you out of his little band of ass kissers in no time. Thunderkiss: That’s the plan, Willy. So good to see you, man.[Forget handshakes. This calls for a man-hug followed by the traditional pat on the back. With the pleasantries out of the way Wilcox wastes not a second and gets to the purpose of his visit.] William Charles Wilcox: So, when are you going to tell them? Thunderkiss: Tell them what?William Charles Wilcox: That you are an one arm man trying reclaim his past glory. You talk with the best of them but pretty soon they are going to want to see you back it up. What then, Kiss? Thunderkiss: *scoff* There ain’t nothing wrong with me but there is with your head to make such a comment. W.C.W.: Oh is that so? Here, catch. [Wilcox takes one last sip from his water bottle before chucking it at Thunderkiss. He makes sure to throw it at such an angle where the only grab Thunderkiss can make must come from his left hand. Try as he might, his grip cannot close itself upon the bottle as it goes sailing through his hand. Onto the floor it crashes; water splashing in every direction.] Thunderkiss: ....William Charles Wilcox: You are a cripple, Kiss. Thunderkiss: You son of a bitch, if it was your intent to mock me then you best -W.C.W. *interrupting*: Shut up and listen. I am telling you this because I, unlike the rest of those people out there, care about you. Back in the day you and I both made a lot of money off each other but I would like to think that there is more to our relationship than just dollar signs, Kiss. The doctors told me, told you what would happen if you suffer another injury to that meat hook of yours. Forget making a fist, your entire hand will make like a mannequin. Is that what you really want, TK? Thunderkiss: I still can do it.W.C.W.: Last time I checked you need two working hands to wrestle. Why risk this if you have nothing left to prove? You did it, you stood on top of the mountain and had everyone else looking up at you. Do you realize how few people get to do that? That’s it, isn’t it? You want experience what it is like to be on top again. If not, tell me what is it that you are looking for, Teeks. Fame? Fortune? You have them both! The endorsement deals, Hollywood and the autograph circuit will sustain you now until the day you take your final breath! How many other people can just vanish over night and stay gone for months and still come back to that kind of reception? They love you, Kiss. They always will no matter if you are in the ring or out. Thunderkiss: I am doing this for none of those things. I am doing it for respect. W.C.W.: Or do you mean revenge? Yes, the Senator trashed your life. Yes, Jake Steele wrecked your career. But Anna has moved on, why can’t you? Thunderkiss: Last time I checked respect isn’t one of those “cinnamons” for revenge.W.C.W.: Respect? Need I remind you that nobody can give you anymore than the people who love you and want you to come back to them without screwing up your life first. Thunderkiss: I know that, and if not for that fact I would have taken a long walk over a short cliff long ago. Know that just expressing my gratitude can never even come close to showing you how I really feel for all you and Anna have done for me. But wrestling is in my blood and without it I am nothing. Maybe not in your eyes, but my own and at the end of the day the only reflection that I see looking back at me in the mirror belongs to me. Maybe I am selfish, self-centered, but there are some things in life you just gotta do for yourself and just hope those around you understand and support you. I have some unfinished business to take care of.W.C.W.: I am not going to talk you out of this one, aren’t I? Thunderkiss: ‘Fraid not, Willy.W.C.W.: Then give them hell, Kiss. Thunderkiss: I plan to.[FADE]
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:44:49 GMT -5
Laron and Thiago Are Victory: (Laron and Thiago)
Victorious, the Tag Team of Gloriousness is seen backstage in celebration. Laron has three busty black women by his side, as Thiago is seen talking on his cell phone.
Thiago: We won, Victory by ARMBAR, Royce! Fastest win of ACW ever, really! Thiago defend honor of manager, show jiu-jitsu as best.
Laron: Nigga, what ya be talkin' 'bout, ya see da way I kicked dat Nigga's head off.
Thiago: Yes Royce, soon maybe get title, be like all Gracie. Top of world champion like we need be.
Laron looks at Thiago before turning to the three women on his side.
Laron: Ladies, why don ya tell my friend over dere 'bout what's real.
Thiago: Yes, I will talk soon. I say hi to Kyra, yes.
Thiago hangs up the phone as the women come over to Thiago.
Thiago: What you want? Thiago have girlfriend in Brazil, good woman, woman who appreciate Jiu-Jitsu, art of armbarring.
Laron: Ya, so what Nigga, is she here? Wha' she don' know won't hurt her.
Thiago: But that not honor, Gracie is honor. That's why victory by armbar. Honor is all.
Laron: Because any ole Nigga can knock da Nigga's out, but not put dem in da armbar.
Thiago: Exactly, you learn well, good student of Gracie in time. Soon you may be beyond white belt, once you learn jujigatame armbar instead of dirty fujiwara armbar of Fujiwara and Dan White.
Laron: Nigga, why da fuck does it matter. It still victory by armbar.
Thiago: Yes but that no ar ...
Thiago can't finish before Nigerian Ali comes into the room.
Ali: Congratulations Tag Team of Gloriousness! You set new record for fast tag team victory! Time to celebrate in glorious way, and I see Laron bring in good chicken to Locker Room of Gloriousness!
Laron: 'cause we da best Nigga!
Ali: Even better news I have, you see, Simba did not like kick to head from Laron. After doctor wake him up, he say that he want revenge on him, but I do too for evil words he use. So I challenge him in two week to match. If he beat Ali, he face Laron, but he won't beat me.
Thiago: Right, because manager will be like Gracie, Victory by Armbar for all.
The one girl breaks away from the pack and goes right up to Thiago.
Girl: How 'bout I show you an armbar you don't know?
Thiago: Thiago know all armbar in world.
Girl: I don't think you know this one.
Thiago: Thiago bet one hundred dollars American that he does know all armbar.
Girl: Well then, I guess we need some privacy.
Laron simply smiles at Thiago as he and the girls leave the room, Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammandi following in there stead. The scene fades to one last call from Thiago.
Thiago: Hey! Why you undo Thiago's gi?
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:45:36 GMT -5
Match 4 Jake Steele vs. 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:49:23 GMT -5
Star Trek ReturnsBy Claude LeBatard The camera fades in and the scene begins on a jet black background with what appears to be the Starship Enterprise infront of the background. After closer inspection the ship is only a small figurine hanging off a piece of near invisible fish wire from the top of the screen. The wire can only just be seen from the light shining onto the scene from off screen. The set was clearly pieced together in a rush only a few minutes earlier. The small figure of the ship sways slightly from side to side. A monolouge in a french accent is heard from off screen. As the voice is heard, the original star trek theme plays. www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGnTfg-MUhs&feature=relatedSpace, ze final frontier. Zese are the voyages of ze starship Enterprise. It’s five year mission, to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man ‘as gone before.The music ends as does the monolouge, but after a few seconds a new monolouge begins. Captains Log – Stardate: 29th of August 2010 – about tea time. Today’s log is rahzer unusual, it’s a dark, chocolatey brown wiz bits of corns zat stand out. Zis is strange as I ‘ave ‘ad no corn recently. As I tried to flush it ze toilet became blocked. Now, I will ‘ave to get Maurice to take a look at it… and boldly go where no man has gone before.The scene changes to a small cardboard set of what looks like the bridge of the Starship Enterprise. IN the background looks to be a sliding door where people may enter onto the set. To the left seems to be a number of technilogical computers painted on to the cardboard background. To the right are screens, and computers also painted on. In the centre of the set is a large arm chair covered in tin foil, resembling the captains chair. There are two stools to the left by the painted computers, and a stool to the right. The set is currently empty and silence runs through the scene. The door mentioned previously, slowly opens like a wounded animal, barely working at all. As it opens smoke poors through the doors and Claude walsk through. He is wearing the classic Star Trek uniform in the colour of the captains gold uniform. The badge on his chest is clearly just made from cardboard wrapped in tin foil and pinned on. His hair is slicked back as he stands proudly just infront of the door. A look of dignity is spread across his face, which is unusual for a man of class standing on such a shoddy set. From behind Claude comes a slightly smaller and wider figure wearing a similar uniform but blue instead of gold. The second man is Maurice dressed as Spock, his pointy ears are clearly made from plastic and look like they should be on an elf that works at the North Pole rather than the Starship Enterprise. Maurice’s badge is similar to Claudes however, Maurice’s badge is upside down just to add insult to injury to this poorly set up Star Trek remake. The two stand side by side with hands on their hips as the smoke fills the background behind them. A light shines through the door casting a shadown infront of them giving them a look of magnificense. This is probably the only good special effect in the entire thing so far. Claude walks to the cpatains chair and sits in it as the tin foil rustles. He makes himself comfortable resting his arms on the arms of the chair. Maurice sits to the left on one of the less comfotable stools. Claude: Uhura, what are our co-ordinates?Nobody answers Claudes request, the only other person on set is Maurice, and he barely resembles Spock, let alone Uhura. Claude: Uhura! Get on ze set now!From off set comes the voice of Claudes latest man servant, Chris Lawson. Chris: Aww hell nah! You expect me to come out in this? You gotta be kiddin’!Claude: Uhura, get out here now!From the same door comes Chris Lawson wearing a red dress similar to that of Uhura from the first series of Star Trek. He stomps along the set and sits next to Maurice on the other stool. He seems to be coated in blusher and lipstick just embarrassing him even more. Chris doesn’t have a badge like ther others, his is simply drawn on a in a black marker pen. As he adjusts himself on the stool he gives the coldest stare to Claude. Chris: Why do I have to be Uhura!?Claude: Well, you and Uhura… share… how you say… similar qualities…Chris: It’s because we’re both black isn’t it? This is the height of racism! I am sick of people like you oppressing me because of the colour of my skin!Claude: Well what did you want? Ze only other character you could have been was Worf and he’s not in ze orinal series of Star Trek.Chris: Once again, purely because I’m black!Claude: Well, I was thinking more because of ze ridgid forehead you posses. Besides, Maurice doesn’t ‘ave ze figure to pull off zat dress.Maurice: Oi! I have a lovely figure…Claude: Can we please stick to ze script now? Do you know how much work ‘as gone into zis?Chris: Not much by the looks of this set…Claude: Right zen… Uwhore, what are our co-ordinates?Chris: Wait… what did you call me!?Claude: Uhura…Chris: Yeah, Uh-hur-ah… you all better start annunciating!Claude: Ze co-ordinates now please!?Maurice: Hang on… where’s Brendan?Claude: You mean the ex-wrestling turned accountant that I ‘ave hired, Brendan Flannigan?Maurice: Yep… we hired him to play Scotty.Claude: But he’s not good for anything!Maurice: Well we need someone.Chris: SO what? We just wait then?In the background a sudden banging is heard before the sound of a cat screeshing. An irish mubling can be heard before suddenly a figure in a brown cloak emerges from stage right off screen. The figure reaches up and removes the hood from over his head revealing a large mop of black hair. Underneath the hair is ex-wrestler Brendan Flannigan dressed as what seems to be a jedi. He sits on the only stool left. Brendan: Hey guys, so, when does the show start?Claude: …you…Brendan: What? What are you guys wearing?Claude: You really are an idiot…Maurice: What are YOU wearing?Brendan: I’m a jedi, you said we were doing a spoof of Star Wars.Maurice: I said Star Trek… TREK!Brendan: Ooooooohhh… well, look, this costumes got everything!Brendan stands up and reaches under his cloak, he pulls out the handle to a light saber and press a small red button on the side of it. A large green beam shoots out of it and makes a small buzzing noise. Chris: Where did you even get a real light saber? That defies the lawas of physics!Brendan: I have a ocntact on Dantooine that managed to hook me up with one, look, I’ve got it mastered!Brendan throws the lights saber to the left off stage. A look of worry and angst takes hold of his face as the light saber is heard whizzing around. Another cat screeches and some bins htting the floor sound off, a window then smashes off screen. After about 30 seconds its clears the light saber isn’t coming back. Brendan slowly sits back down and shuts up. Claude: You know what, zis is ze biggest waste of time. Sarkozy wouldn’t ‘ave to put up with zis!Maurice reaches under his stool and grabs hold of a small wooden log. He then raises it above his head and smacks Claudes over the head with it. Claude turns round quickly in frustration. Claude: What in ze name of our lord Sarkozy was zat?Maurice: The captain’s log…Claude: I’ve already done a captains log joke you fool! We can’t have two, that is just repetitive! And what was the need for it!?Maurice: Well, I was hoping if I hit you hard enough you’d fall unconsious and keep quiet…Claude: Right, zat’s it! I give up!Claude stands up and storms off the set to the left. The rest of the cast just look around wondering what to do. Maurice:…Ssssoooo… anyone up for a night out?...The camera fades out as Maurice, Chris and Brendan stroll off stage the opposite way to Claude.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:52:28 GMT -5
Match 5 Ladder Match: Ryan Cole vs Theodore Wellington (Credit: Freeman)
It’s a feud that has gotten more and more intense every week since it started. Ryan Cole vs Theodore Wellington. Now, the one thing that stands between each man and victory is the briefcase that hangs above the ring. Both men look up at it. The pressure is on tonight. For Theodore Wellington, this is his chance to strike a blow to Ascendancy, the group that kicked him out. For Ryan Cole it’s a chance for him to get a nice win in his first ever singles pay-per-view contest.
As soon as the bell rings, the two go at each other, both of them having a score to settle. Ryan Cole hits a nice European uppercut that sends Wellington to the ground, and he waits for Wellington to get up before trying to give him another one. Wellington is able to dodge this time, and get behind Ryan Cole, grabbing him in a waist lock. Perhaps Wellington intends to go for a german suplex, but Cole elbows Wellington from over his shoulder, and breaks free. Cole goes for a clothesline but Wellington ducks, and as Cole turns Wellington plants him to the ground with a big boot! Wellington comes forward to get Cole again, but Cole grabs Wellington from the ground and tries to propel him into the turnbuckle, but Wellington stops himself. Cole gets up behind Wellington, however, and hits a dropkick that causes Wellington to fall onto the apron. Cole then hits another one to send Wellington onto the ground. Cole motions for Dominic Campbell, and Campbell grabs the ladder throwing it into the ring!
McNally: Well, Cole’s bodyguard has already given him an advantage…since he didn’t have to take the time to go out of the ring himself, perhaps he can get an early win!
Cole begins to climb the ladder as quickly as he can, careful not to go so fast that he loses his balance, but making sure he is able to get up there soon enough to hopefully win the match before Wellington gets back in! Unfortunately Wellington has barely taken any damage this match at all, and he quickly comes back into the ring! Cole sees that and jumps down, grabbing the ladder and pushing it over, so that it falls onto Wellington! Wellington takes a sidestep to avoid the ladder, and Cole capitalizes, clotheslining Wellington in the back of the head. Cole sets up the ladder again and once more attempts to climb!
McNally: Wow…Cole really wants the win here! He’s having an impressive showing thus far with some nice speed!
Edison: But from the look on Wellington’s face, that’s over.
Wellington gets up angrily, not happy at how Cole has managed to get the better of him so far in this match, and he grabs Cole by the foot, yanking him back down to the ground. Cole turns around and goes to throw a shot, only for Wellington to duck it and then hit a Russian leg sweep. The crowd cheers a little bit. Wellington’s feud with Ascendancy has given him some support that he never would have had before, as many fans would just love to see Ryan Cole lose this match. Wellington then grabs the ladder and waits for Cole to get up before hitting him with the ladder! Cole hits the ground hard, clutching his chest where the ladder hit. Wellington then puts the ladder in the turnbuckle, and goes to lift Cole off the ground. Wellington hits a nice irish whip that puts Cole right into the turnbuckle, his back hitting the ladder! Wellington backs up, perhaps looking for the Silver Spoon already, as he runs forward, but when he jumps for the splash Cole moves and Wellington hits the ladder chest first. Then, Wellington finds himself grabbed by Cole and propelled shoulder first into the ladder! Wellington hits the ground, as Cole grabs the ladder to inflict further punishment.
Cole opens the ladder up on the ground, and places Wellington’s arm on top of it. Cole then puts the top of the ladder back down, and begins to stomp on it, making the ladder crush Wellington’s arm! Cole enjoys the pain on Wellington’s face. After all, he had already been attacked by Wellington. The camera picks up some of Cole’s words as he yells down at Wellington “You want to fight with Ascendancy?!” He continues to stomp, until Wellington finally manages to get his arm free and tries to struggle to his feet. Wellington however is unable to capitalize because of his arm, and Cole hits a nice inverted DDT, bringing Wellington to the ground. Cole then sets up the ladder and begins to climb once more, a little bit slower now due to slight fatique.
McNally: Cole has been nothing but impressive tonight, he’s really managed to do well against Wellington.
Edison: If Wellington wants revenge he had better step it up!
And Wellington does indeed decide to do that. By the time Cole gets to the top, he doesn’t look down…not realizing that Wellington is up as well! Wellington climbs up to Cole, and just as Cole is about to reach the briefcase, Wellington comes up from under him…grabbing him and powerbombing him back down to the mat! The crowd cheers once more, something that previously Wellington would never be hearing. Wellington grabs the ladder, and closes it, and as Cole attempts to get out of the ring, Wellington hits his downed opponent with stiff shots from the ladder right in the back!
Cole attempts to get up clutching his back, but Wellington grabs him and hits him with a hard backbreaker, further hurting the back of Cole. Wellington then drops down to the mat and begins hitting some stiff shots to Cole’s head, now finally in control of this match and ready to prove his point by taking out the first member of Ascendency. Wellington lets Cole get up before irish whipping him into the turnbuckle, and connecting with a clothesline. Cole stumbles out of the corner, and Wellington then hits him with a nice vertical suplex right onto the ladder that rests on the ground. Wellington then sets up the ladder and begins to climb. He gets most of the way up, as Cole stirs on the ground, with no way of getting up there soon enough in sight! He feels something hit him to the side, and turns…he realizes that Dominic Campbell has helped him once more by sliding a steel chair into the ring. Cole grabs it, and with only one shot at this, throws it up at Wellington! Just as Wellington is about to grab the briefcase it connects with the back of his head…he slouches forward, still on the ladder but in no condition to grab the belt.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 29, 2010 21:53:52 GMT -5
McNally: If it wasn’t for Campbell this match would already be over!
Edison: Well to his credit it was a nice throw!
Cole then climbs up the ladder as well, grabbing Wellington around the neck, and hitting an inverted DDT off the ladder! Wellington connects with the ground, and Cole takes a couple moments to recuperate before attempting to stand up. Cole looks at the ladder, and sets it up so that it rests on the second rope in the turnbuckle, perpendicular to the turnbuckle. He nods, satisfied, and turns back to Wellington obviously hoping to hit him with some sort of damaging move. He lifts Wellington up going for the Manebreaker! Wellington struggles, however, and lands back on his feet. Wellington lifts up Cole looking to spinebuster him onto the ladder, but Cole lands behind Wellington! Wellington turns going for a forearm, but Cole ducks, gets behind Wellinton, grabs him and now hits a tiger suplex onto the ladder! Wellington’s neck hits hard, and Cole lies on the ground, exhausted from the effort, but thrilled that he has managed to hit such an impactful move! He knows he may be able to win the match from that one!
A few moments go by but Cole manages to get the ladder back, and stand up. He takes a few moments setting it up, not wanting to go all the way up only to realize he has mispositioned himself. He then begins to climb, slowly but surely. He is almost at the top, when Wellington begins to shake the ladder as much as he can! Wellington is hurt, and barely off of the ground, but he manages to shake the ladder! Cole decides that it is now or never, and does not want to back down. He is going to attempt to get the win right now! He continues to reach for the briefcase, but he stumbled when the ladder shook. This is all Wellington needs to stand up to his feet, grab the ladder, and push it! Cole falls…landing with the top rope right between his legs! Cole’s face becomes an expression of pain, and as he’s about to fall off the ropes, Wellington grabs him and pulls him backwards hitting the Bounced Check! All of the crowd reacts, as Wellington has just hit an amazing combo! If he wanted to destroy Cole tonight, he may have juts succeeded! That could have been just the move it was going to take! Now all he had to do was climb up…he may have succeeded in sending a message to Ascendancy already. Unfortunately, the move took a lot out of him as well.
A minute or so goes by before Wellington goes to the ladder – finally on his feet - and begins to slowly climb, as best as he can…But suddenly Campbell comes into the ring once more! Wellington doesn’t notice, but Campbell begins to lift Cole to his feet, and bring him over to the ladder! Cole has no energy left inside of him, but Campbell helps boost Cole onto the ladder, and gets under him, helping him climb the first few steps. And then, gradually, Cole is able to continue on his own, the rest of the way, finally coming out of the daze after Wellington knocked him down. The two men climb the ladder, both at the same time, trying to get up there before the other, but both are tired from this intense match. Wellington gets up there first, and he reaches up as high as he can, getting his hand on the briefcase, but Cole punches him in the gut, causing Wellington to bend down. Wellington now hits a stiff shot right to the head! Cole wobbles, almost ready to fall off the ladder! He now fires back with a shot of his own which makes Wellington wobble! The two trade blows, and the fans realize it has come down to this battle! It’s shades of Omega Effect, but this time one of these two men WILL win the match. Cole grabs Wellington looking like he’s about to go for a suplex. Perhaps he will go for the Manebreaker like at Omega Effect! Wellington fights out however, and tries to hit a suplex of his own! He yanks up on Cole, but Cole holds on tight, and suddenly shoots his head forward! Cole headbutts Wellington, and Wellington staggers. Cole somehow, despite having just bashed his head into Wellington’s skull, is able to grab Wellington and put him in position for a suplex, turning as if going for the Manebreaker, but instead of falling with Wellington, he holds onto the ladder, and lets Wellington fall by himself this time. Wellington crashes down to the mat, leaving Ryan Cole on top of the ladder clutching his head. Somehow, however, Cole is able to get a hold of himself, and reaches out. The fans begin to boo, but Ryan Cole grabs the briefcase and pulls it right off the hook!
Phillip: Here is your winner, Ryan Cole!
McNally: Well it was a good match, but in the end Ryan Cole managed to get the victory, even though he had a little help from his body guard....
Ryan Cole holds the briefcase high, having won his first pay-per-view singles match. It's a moment that will certainly be "remembered"
Fade.
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