Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 6, 2010 23:45:06 GMT -5
Tonight's Card:[/u]
STRANGE BEDFELLOWS Claude LeBatard & Public Enemy VS The British Brawlers (Adrian Baird & Mikey Badass)
STATE VS CHURCH Frank Washington VS The Scorpion
MAIN EVENT TJ VS The Senator
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 6, 2010 23:46:24 GMT -5
Seven Deadly Sins has passed, and has a new era begun in ACW? There is a new world champion, and the old world champion has ended his career. The crowd is eager to see how the new pieces will fall into place as ACW continues into the Fall. As the opening pyros go off, the crowd gets on their feet ready for a great night of ACW action!
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 6, 2010 23:52:30 GMT -5
Segment: Undefeated (Credit: The Ascendancy: Jason Freeman, Jon Taylor, Ryan Cole, The Senator)
As the show begins, Senator Steve Phillips and Ryan Cole are seen in the ring, alongside the supremely smug Entertainment Champion, Jon Taylor. Phillips has the microphone, as Cole leans up against a corner, and Taylor pats his belt with satisfaction.
The Senator: Well, well, well, they said it could not be done, but despite it all, we stand here, unified, triumphant, ascendant, even! A clean sweep at the pay per view, and we now hold a clear monopoly on ACW's gold supply! We stand here before you a group undefeated, and that is no easy feat. This is, all things considered, the best thing for this federation that could have happened. Chairman Hawthorne is typically a man who avoids overt controversy, who attempts to keep problems swept under the rug, who tries to keep things running quickly and smoothly. As such, ACW has been great for the advertisers, and has put on a solid, consistent, and to be honest, a rather bland run of shows for you fans! However, this has now changed, the rules have changed, and the face of ACW has changed. We have seen the return of numerous individuals from ACW's hallowed past, but as great as that has been to witness, something greater stands before you here tonight! Yes, the Ascendancy brings ACW full circle, back to the days of Pain Inc, of the Corporate Alliance, the Untouchables, of Upper Echelon, the Entourage, and dare I add, the Senatorial Stable. Dominant groups that the fed revolved around, all of whom featured premier talent driven with a purpose. In the history of ACW, it has been these groups that pushed the organization, that brought in the fans, that created excitement. Iron sharpens iron, and I am confident that the best is yet to come, regarding Ascendancy. Now, dare you suggest that I have already worn out my welcome and spoken a tad bit too long, I wish to give my teammates a few accolades and a chance to speak for themselves! Ryan Cole, to make a terrible pun, you presented the true meaning of our group's name as you ascended the ladder to defeat Theodore Wellington! You proved how toughness and skill merge together to create a newer, more complete ACW wrestler. I figure you might also add onto that...
Cole: That's true Senator, I had a lot of pressure on me in that match, to show the world not just what Ryan Cole is all about, not even what Ascendancy is about, but even what it is NOT about! Theodore Wellington was with us to begin with, but it became quickly apparent that he's not one of us, that he's not good enough to hang with the best in the business today. He's too soft, too comfortable in his wealth, and not willing enough to make the sacrifices that the rest of us regularly make to be the best we can be in that ring. We set our sights too high than to let him hold us down. The Ascendancy may not get along all that great outside the ring, not all the time, but we have one thing in common: Ascendancy gets the job done when it counts, and that's all that matters.
Senator: Indeed it does! And the scary thing is that we have not yet begun to fight, we have yet to reach our true pinnacle! Ascendancy is not about resting on your laurels, but on continually seeking a better...
Jon Taylor: Oi, old man - you gonna let me get a word in any time soon?
Senator: Obviously, but I...
Taylor: Good! Now, since the old man was too busy thinking he was addressing his fellow corrupt politicians, he forgot to highlight one VERY important detail - my title defence! Yeah, that's right! Sure, every person within stable may have picked up a victory somehow...but did they do it with as much conviction and damn right domination as I, The Standard of Excellence did? The answer of course, as always...is no they did not! See, as always at Heatwave it was left down to me to not only set the standard for ACW to follow but indeed my team mates as well! You know Steve, I do have a question for you too...just why you see it appropriate to talk about all OUR accomplishments when you are neither the so called "leader" of this group or even barely an active participant in it? Sure, you may have got lucky at Heatwave but since my introduction into the group you've been nothing more than a resistant, stubborn old fool who's made a habit out of getting beat up!
Senator: Some would call it luck, but I call it a superior read of the situation. I knew that Chairman Hawthorne did not put one of the more competent referees on my match with Dan White. Mr. White himself is a consummate competitor, and gave as good as he got in the match. However, he made a fatal mistake in relying upon the officiating to be good enough to catch a single shoulder slipping out of my backslide, and I took full advantage, masking that with my positioning. Was it cheating? Some would say yes, but I would say that the likes of Keiji Makabe or Raymond Allen Fleming would have been in the right place, and also to say that I did not break any rules when I won that match! Now, enough about me. We are here in this ring tonight, not just because all of us won our matches, and retained a title. We are indeed here to welcome your new ACW World Heavyweight Champion to the ring!
A slightly annoyed Senator goes to gesture to welcome out Jason Freeman, however before he can appear it appears Taylor hasn't finished quite yet...
Taylor: ...not just yet we're not, I'm afraid Stevey boy. See, I do in fact have a few things to say regarding not only last week at Heatwave but indeed the future of not only myself but Ascendancy as well! Now, let's start with a STANDARD I set at Heatwave. A standard of what everyone who is stupid enough to challenge me for this Championship belt right here can expect to endure. I picked apart TJ limb from limb until he was no longer able to stand. Some may TJ even making it to the match was brave...I disagree. It was foolish and stupid and may just have cost him his career. See, TJ let his pride get in the way and look where it got him - back on the injured list with no pay cheques coming in and most importantly of all NO Championship gold.
Taylor stops to scoff at the thought of TJ somehow taking the Entertainment Title away from his grasp.
Taylor: No no, that jackass never had a CHANCE. Still, TJ will undoubtedly be the first of MANY people to be embarrassed as well as hurt to the point where they are left to consider, whether the rehabilitation required is really worth it to return when they could be forced to face me yet again. Some may say facing such people will tarnish the reputation of the belt I hold...I say it does the opposite. These are the very people that have held the Championship in their hands before. I am simply PURGING them from ACW in order to bring us closer towards an elite golden age that Ascendancy can oversee. It goes hand in hand you see...the greater domination Ascendancy holds over ACW the less unworthy superstars you will see in this company and the more worthy COMPETITORS will replace them.
Taylor stops to admiringly contemplate his masterplan of a company that would only house the truly elite in the industry. He nods to himself before continuing.
Taylor: And finally that brings me on to this great stable itself. Ascendancy. What a great PPV huh, guys? We did it didn't we? We beat all oncomers and proved that we are truly the dominant force in ACW right now...WRONG! This is only the beginning. People what you witnessed at Heatwave was just an insight of what ACW could be under M--OUR leadership! A true utopia that house the BEST of the FREAKIN' BEST! Isn't that what you want to see? People who actually deserve what they get? People who are REWARDED for their HARD work, guts and determination? It sounds good doesn't it...it sounds EXCITING. Unfortunately...we aren't there yet by a long shot. Capturing all the Championships was just beginning...this is where the true road to domination begins. THIS IS WHERE A FORCE SHOWS WHETHER IT IS A HISTORY CHANGING PHENOMENA OR JUST A PASSING FAD! Will Ascendancy be the former or the latter...
Taylor pauses momentarily considering the impact of what he has just said before confidently smiling.
Taylor: Still...where are my manners? We may as well let the old man have his fun I suppose..
Senator: Thank you, Mr. Taylor, for your incredible generosity!
Taylor: The same to you for your amazing sincerity...
Senator: Hmph, so then, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by Mr. Taylor...as always
Steve Phillips lets out a relieved sigh and points towards the entranceway. The lights grow dim, save for a spotlight on the curtain. "Ugly" by the Exies begins to play over the PA system and before long, an explosion of pyro shoots out from the stage, and a massive fall of tickertape falls down all along the way to the ring.
Senator: And introducing, he is YOUR NEW ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, a man who represents the very best of ACW today, JASON FREEMAN! Eat your heart out, Phillip...
Freeman walks down to the ring, swatting a few strips of tickertape out of his face as he approaches the ring, proudly carrying his newly won title over his shoulder. A few fans reach out to touch the belt, or the champ's arm, but he arrogantly brushes them away with even more contempt than he shows to the paper strips. Freeman looks up to the upper decks, pausing for a moment before quickly striding up the steps and ducking into the ring to a chorus of boos with a few cheers mixed in. The lights slowly fade back in as the Senator speaks again, and Freeman gathers his own microphone.
Senator: The roles are reversed, are they not, Mr. Freeman? You once were the protege, now you are the champion, you once were the follower, now you take the lead...
Freeman: Thank you, Phillips. Thank you.
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:04:37 GMT -5
Freeman looks up, his eyes shifting as he gazes at the crowd that surrounds the ring. He eyes each section, turning slowly, getting a good look at everybody in the arena. He raises the microphone, making sure to wait a few moments so that everybody can take the sight in for themselves. Jason Freeman - championship on his shoulder - the world champion of ACW.
Freeman: Before I go any further…I’d like to say that without one man, none of this would have been possible. Without ONE man, this championship belt – MY championship belt – would not rest on my shoulders. And to clarify, I do mean one man BESIDES myself. I feel obligated right now to give my thanks to him, and would like all of you fans to do the same. Yes…that one man is Danny Mainer!
The crowd begins to boo, not because of the mention of Danny Mainer, but because of what occurred at Seven Deadly Sins (and the nerve of Freeman to even say that name.)
Freeman: And I know that all of you fans worshipped Danny Mainer. I know all of you fans loved to chant his name. I think that in honor of a great career, I am going to give all of you fans PERMISSION to chant that name right now. In fact...I WANT you all to chant the name “Danny Mainer.” I know you would be doing it anyways, so why don’t we just all do it together? Go ahead and start the chant!
The crowd makes a low grumble, the fans obviously not wanting to do what Freeman asks them to do, but at the same time they DO want to show their support of Danny Mainer – a man whose ACW career has recently ended after years in the company. Freeman’s eyes show a brief glimmer as he hears the reaction. A few fans however, do want to show their support, and a low “Danny Mainer” chant begins to break out. Freeman turns towards the section that has begun to chant.
Freeman: Yes, that’s right. That’s it! C’mon, say his name loud and proud!
The crowd does begin to grow louder, not doing this because Freeman demanded it but so that they can show their respects to the man that gave so much to them. Freeman seems extremely amused, and he waits as the chant grows louder and louder, until finally the whole arena chants the name. Freeman nods his head a few times, as the fellow Ascendancy members look on in what seems to be confusion. This isn’t what they expected from Freeman. Since when does he gives thanks or show his respects to anybody? The arena continues to ring with the name "Danny Mainer" until Freeman raises the mic once more.
Freeman: Good. Very good. You know…I hope all you enjoyed that because that’s the LAST time you’re going to be saying HIS name, and I think it’s best time we put our focus on a man that is still EMPLOYED in this company, and THAT man is your WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JASON FREEMAN!
Freeman grabs the championship belt from his shoulder, and as he finishes his sentence he holds it high and defiantly. The crowd instantly begins to boo, giving Freeman just as much heat as he’s ever gotten in his career. The other members of Ascendancy (or at least Cole and Taylor) smirk at the crowd reaction, and at how angry the fans get as Freeman instantly turns back around on them. The boos from the crowd don’t seem to bother Freeman – in fact they seem to inspire him. His eyes seem to gleam as the crowd grows louder, and he holds the championship even higher, before placing it back on his shoulders, and holding the microphone back up to his mouth.
Freeman: Yes, that’s right. Because Danny Mainer is gone forever! At Seven Deadly Sins I RETIRED his ass, and now here I stand. I won’t lie. I do have a lot to thank Danny Mainer for. If he wasn’t such a predictable, sleazy insect of a man then none of my plans would have come to fruition. Had he perhaps been more of a reputable character, maybe his fiancée wouldn’t have believed me on the night of his wedding. And had he been better at controlling his anger, then perhaps he would not have given me the championship match I so desired. Well, he did. And now his world championship is at its rightful place – the place it should have been for the past four years – on the shoulder of Jason Freeman.
Once again the crowd boos, and Freeman smirks. He holds a hand up in silence, which the crowd quite obviously does not heed. But Freeman doesn’t seem like he plans on speaking until the crowd quiets down. Never before has Freeman seemed so smug, and so confident, as he does at this very moment. It is as if that championship has validated all of his claims. Freeman has many moods. He can be cold and calculating, quiet and menacing…but right now, he is in a very good mood, and while his words are cold, his eyes gleam more than ever before.
Freeman: And yes, I bear the scars from Seven Deadly Sins. If it was pain and revenge he wanted to inflict on me, he suceeded there. I am far from 100% tonight, and needed medical attention due to my blood loss inside of that steel cage. All I can say is that I hope it was worth it for Danny Mainer. I hope that the pain he inflicted on me was worth it to him...because in the end, it cost him his career.
Freeman does indeed seem to be in less than top shape. His forehead is bandaged up, and he does not look in top condition at all. It may take a while to recover from the Novgorod Enclosure.
Freeman: But enough about Danny Mainer. As I said, he’s gone from this company, and so he shall not be mentioned ever again. This night is all about me. This night is all about Jason Freeman, and the four year journey that led me to where I stand right now at this moment. Four years ago, I debuted in Alpha Championship Wrestling, and right from the beginning, I was always told that I would never reach the top. I was looked down upon, and disrespected. After two years of fighting to make a name for myself with my career at a ridiculous standstill, I decided to do something about it. I decided to change myself from the inside, and on that day I PROMISED myself that I would make my way to the world championship. That I would reach glory and success, even if it meant I had to sell my soul to do it.
Freeman remembers those first months back. A new Jason Freeman. He had started with a series of matches with Dan White. While he had been in the company for two years, it was those matches that really started his climb. After that, he continued to make his way through the ranks until soon he was being recognized. He was being noticed. And then soon it was really paying off.
Freeman: I preached to each and every one of the ACW fans, telling them that in life one had to do whatever it takes to succeed. But still, those said I had become something almost less than human. These fans, blinded by jealousy that THEY were too bounded by their morals to be like me, would not listen to my words. Well, two years later, after countless schemes and unstoppable determination, I have finally proved that I was right all along, because now I hold this ACW Championship, and there is nobody that can argue with the fact that I am the top star in ACW. It’s easy to look over my accomplishments. Any fan can stick a finger in their ear and ignore the fact that ACW legends such as Santiago Rivera, BK London, and most recently Danny Mainer, have met the ends of their careers at my hands. But there is one thing that nobody can argue with, no matter how hard they try. That this name RIGHT HERE on this belt says JASON. FREEMAN.
The crowd continues to boo him, but this time Freeman does not wait for them to stop, as he ignores them and continues on his rant. A rant he's been waiting to make for months.
Freeman:This belt is the culmination of those years of work, and finally it is mine. And now that I have this belt, I shall never relinquish it. At Omega Effect VII, at Omega Effect X, at Omega Effect XX! This belt will be held by Jason Freeman. Until the day I choose to leave this company, there is nobody that can loosen my grip on the gold. To have this moment - to stand in this ring and hold this belt and call it my own - has been my goal for years. Now it has come to pass. A new era in this company has begun. The era of Ascendancy.
Jason Freeman now turns to the other members in his stable, who have stood during his speech. It’s an impressive lineup for sure. He takes a moment to look down the line. The Senator has already done most of the talking about the group as a whole, but Freeman needs to get some of his own words in as well.
Freeman: As you can see, on Jon Taylor’s shoulder lies the Entertainment Championship. Ascendancy holds all of the gold in ACW. As I’ve said since the day this group formed, Ascendancy was going to take over and dominate ACW, and we have achieved that. If there was any man who doubted us, they only need look back at Seven Deadly Sins where we ended the night with a clean sweep. To take any of these belts away from us, you are going to be dealing with not one…but four men. And four very dangerous men at that. Take a picture as we all stand here in this ring. For that picture is going to be a snapshot of the landscape of ACW for months to come. Ascendancy, standing tall, title belts in hand.
It’s time for the closing statements. As far as Ascendancy goes, the picture does in fact say it all. All four men look out to the crowd, confidence on their faces, and it is hard to ignore both the Entertainment and World Championships. The fans continue to boo as Freeman raises the mic one last time.
Freeman: Now, from here on in, I no longer want there to be any doubt. I have risen above all the oppression and disrespect, and have proved every one of my detractors wrong. This belt is mine, and this COMPANY is mine. I have truly attained legendary status as of tonight, and there will be many more victories to come. We have finally - after far too long - entered the era of Jason Freeman. I WILL be respected. And you fans had best enjoy it, because if not? Well, then I really do feel bad. Because you are then going to be disappointed for a VERY long time.
Freeman drops the mic, and turns to nod towards Ascendancy. “Ugly” hits the speakers once again, and Ascendancy begins to leave the ring to the disapproval of the fans. Jason Freeman has said his piece. After a long effort, he has finally had his most triumphant moment. The fans are already itching to see that belt leave him, but how? Is there anybody who could deal with the combined force of all four members of Ascendancy? Freeman has finally had what he has worked years for, and he is not going to let it go very easily. It is going to be no easy ride for anybody who would like to try.
As Ascendancy disappears behind the curtain, the fans can’t help but realize that what Freeman said may have been true. The landscape of ACW may have changed quite drastically indeed…
Fade.
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:06:39 GMT -5
THE FOLLOWING SEGMENT TAKES PLACE BEFORE TONIGHT'S SHOW... The blur after the night before.A chill permeates the air around the ACW a touch of fog as the sun only just begins to rise over ACW island. Two figures are sprawled out across the stairs leading to the ACW arena both of them looking rather … less than mint condition. Some movement begins along with a incredibly varied collection of grunts groans and curses. Cole: Urgh.Ryan Cole sits up shaking his head trying to clear it. Cole: Wha? The arena? Wow… What happened?The second man also sits up holding his head in his hands. Taylor: Urghhh...motherfuckerrrr. Jon Taylor. He winces as he rubs his head but can do nothing to stop the splitting headache he is currently experiencing. Taylor: What the....how the hell did I get here...Cole: Déjà vu.Taylor’s head swings to the side and looks at Cole with disdain. He continues to try and recall just what exactly occurred last night but doesn't have much luck. Taylor: Damn...I really must have went on a bender if the thought of bringing you along somehow got into my head!Cole chuckles and moves to stand but quickly decides against it and remains seated. Cole: Exactly what I was going to say. Oh god I’ve destroyed my brain so much that I’m on the same mental level as you.Taylor: You wish, kid..Cole: Ok lemme try remembering some stuff, I won, Senator won, You won, Freeman won. An Ascendancy supremacy.Taylor: A Taylor Made domination more like, heh! Cole: Then I went out with Campbell to celebrate, you were definitely not there.Taylor: Oh, thank fuck for that.Cole: Love ya Taylor.Taylor: You got anything else, kid? Sounds like a pretty lame night so far to me!Cole: You know the usual. Dancing ,girls and… Are there any parrots on this island?Taylor:… Not that I’m aware of.Cole: Oh… Any pet stores?Taylor: …Cole: Let’s just ignore that…Taylor: ...whatever.Cole coughs and shifts his gaze as Taylor grimaces still clearly in a pain of his own. Cole: Fine then I can’t wait to hear what the magnificent Jon Taylor, got up to.Taylor: Well after the show and Ascendancy reigned supreme.Cole: I already said that.Taylor: What's ya' point? I say it better.Cole: Sure.Taylor: And obviously, as a Champion of ACW I decided I have to go out and celebrate in the TRUE style of Champion. It's all about representing, you know? Cole: Sweet Jesus what did you do?Taylor: Well of course first of all I went out with the Entertainment title over my shoulder-Cole: Wait you took the belt with you?Taylor lifts his hand showing that he was tightly clutching the title. Taylor: I understand that you haven’t won a title yet so I get that you don’t get the responsibilities that come with the belt.Cole: … So you represented the company by…Taylor:Doing what I do best, living it up pushing the nightlife on this island to the limit. It's all about setting standards...I AM the Standard of Excellence after all...Cole: I’m sure there are several severely disturbed owls right now.Taylor: From there on out it went a little something like this....Cue flashback shot effect. We fade into a shot of a busy nightclub as Taylor of the present talks over it. Taylor: As I entered the Oceana Club I was immediately met by the Owner who quickly recognised me as the face of ACW and of course escorted me immediately to the V.I.P lounge. It was from there that I would be joined by several lovely ladies who had been working a photo shoot for Playboy just earlier that day. Cassie, Jessy and Ruby and I sipped Crystal - provided free of charge of course! - into the early hours before taking to the dance floor.
It wasn't long before my expert dancing skills learnt from the late great Patrick Swayze were quickly mezmerising these beauties. Soon, just like on Monday Nights a crowd was soon forming a circle around us, watching on in awe and delight as my hypnotised beauties bowed to my every command! It was--Before Taylor can continue his flashback he is broke back to the present with an interruption from Cole. Much to his disgust may I add! Cole: Hmm..sounds like quite the night thus far, Taylor. One question..when did you find time to have lessons from Patrick Swayze?Taylor: Errr...ummm...what a stupid question, Cole!Cole: Well then you'll have no trouble answering it, will you?Taylor glares at Cole who grins truimphantly. Taylor pouts as he responds Taylor: Fine! My mother dated him back in the 80s. She forced me to take dance lessons when I was a child ok - happy?!Cole: Undoubtedly...continue.Taylor frowns as we return back to his flashback. Taylor: As the adoring crowd were cheering for their hero - me - the girls were simply begging me to take them back to my hotel! I mean...who wouldn't? Unfortunately...the next part is a little hazy and the next thing I know I'm waking up in a dumpster downtown!And back to the present. Cole: What a surprise.Taylor: COLE STOP INTERRUPTING MY STORY DAMN IT!And back to Taylor's "story". Taylor: Anywaaay...as I climbed out of the dumpster and picked several banana skins off of me, I saw none other than a sleeping hobo! Noticing an unopened can of beer in his hand I cautiously approached, and yanked it away from him! Re-fuelled and back in the zone it was from then that I got back on my game. Using my keen sense of hearing I hear the sound of music coming from down the street! As I drew closer it turned out to be none other than a karoake bar. With the night still young I had no choice than to show the amateurs how it was done.Present. Cole: Oh god please--Flashback. Taylor: Silence! As I approached the bouncer with my Championship Belt still fastened securely around my waist I was shocked to be denied entry! Apparently my attire of wrestling shorts and boots was unacceptable. I had tempatation to twat him there and then, I held back due to my love of the music and quickly returned to the dumpster...Present. Cole: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Flashback. Taylor: I'm afraid so, kid. I politely walked up to the hobo and asked him for his attire. Unfortunately for him, he was comatosed so I was forced to slap him a few times to wake him up. It was then that my night took a turn for the worst...as it turned out this particular hobo was none other than former ACW World Champion Tiny Cheng! However, Cheng was no longer tiny, no in fact he was as round as he was tall!
Naturally, I anticipated no problems with this slight nuiscance....that is until my attempt of a sharp punch was swallowed by his damn fat! I then found myself stuck...at least until I felt a sharp thud against my skull and the familiar haziness cuts in about here...Present. Cole: Ha! That's great! We have a hobo to thank for not having to hear Taylor sing yet again.Flashback. Taylor: Shut it. A short time later I woke up...completely naked with just my Championship Belt to protect my modesty! At this point I decided to cut my losses and stumble home...however I must have got that bit mixed up slightly...We return to the present and Cole suddenly realises the ugly truth...Taylor is in fact naked with only his Championship Belt to protect his modesty! Cole: Shit!Taylor: Well that's my story, what you got kid? Bet it doesn't match V.I.P treatment, Playboy Models and...Cole: Beaten up by Hobos? You got me beat, TaylorTaylor screws his nose up and looks away. Cole: Still, 3 Playboy models in one night has to even the odds a bit!Both men share a laugh a rare moment of companionship between the normally at odds at best members of Ascendancy Taylor: By the way...good job on taking care of that rich fag, Weillington.Cole: Is... Is that a compliment?Taylor: Maybe. It isn't an insult if that's what you're asking.Cole: That’s good enough. Good job beating TJ, I’ve still got to pay him back for the Crucible, and that match on Warfare. A lot actually.Taylor: Shouldn't be too hard...even for you, kid.Cole: Don’t call me ki-Taylor grins. Taylor:Heh, still as stubborn as ever I see...kid!This time Cole glares at Taylor. Cole: Taylor, you’re probably the single most annoying son of a bitch I’ve ever known.Taylor: And I wouldn't expect or want it to be any other way!Cole: But you’re a pretty good wrestler, and as much as I’m sure that Satan is about to put a jumper on, I’m actually glad you’re in Ascendancy.Taylor pauses and takes a quick look around before making a shocked face. Taylor: What the hell? Where's the supernova or apocolapse?! I guess us getting on isn't THAT bad after all...Cole: Spose you right.Cole manages to pick himself up off the stair and offers a hand to Taylor who takes it as he stand up. The two men then start slowly walking away from the arena. Cole: Now go and put some fucking clothes on before someone else sees us and their mind begins to wander.. Taylor: And I thought you loved me, Cole USER!Cole: ...Fade
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:08:34 GMT -5
BULLET PROOF Credit: Public Enemy
-Looking as presentable as ever Charlotte King walks along to see none other than ACW's newest star Public Enemy mindlessly chatting on a cell phone, or rather yelling at the pizza place of which she is trying to order a pepperoni pizza and failing because of the call guy's dodgy accent. Charlotte clears her throat to try and get her attention but it fails so Charlotte uses a vocal cue to get the place started.
Charlotte King: Excuse me miss, can I get a minute?
-Public Enemy scoffs barely able to contain her amusement at being referred to as “Miss”, cutting her phone conversation short she simply closes the phone and stares at Charlotte. She hadn't been called Miss since she turned nine and the teacher that did never lived down the black eye he received for it.-
Public Enemy: Miss... Miss?! Did you seriously just call me Miss? HA. You've got some guts kid. Some fucking guts.
Charlotte King: I'm sorry is now a bad time?
Public Enemy: ”I'm sorry, is now a bad time?” Jesus, get a grip of yourself woman. Where's your self-respect?
Charlotte King: It's not about self respect it's about respect for others and-
Public Enemy: Oh just blow it out your ass already you fat slut. What is it?
Charlotte King: I was wondering if I could ask you for a minute to talk about your match tonight?
Public Enemy: Do I have to?
Charlotte King: No I guess not. I could always go interview your partner.
Public Enemy: Wait, what?
Charlotte King: I could go interview your partner tonight Claude LeBatard instead?
Public Enemy: Partner? I'm not dating anyone you rampant slut.
Charlotte King: I mean tag partner! Yeesh.
Public Enemy: Tag partner? I have a match tonight?
Charlotte King: Yeah you are teaming up with Claude LeBatard against the team British Brawlers Adrian Baird & Mikey Badass.
Public Enemy: Who the Hell books this crap? America and Frenchie VS The Euro-Trash? Jesus. I'm a wrestler, not a comic book character.
Charlotte King: I dunno who booked it but I'd like your opinion on it?
Public Enemy: Well alright. I could do that. I could give you a damn good lecture on just how much I HATE Europe. The European Union is the biggest waste of time in the modern world. Take a look at America, we are one nation and sure we're questionable but to Hell with it we kick ass. China? Also one big nation that's gonna' become THE global power in the next decade. Everyone's going to be sucking Mao ZeDONG by the end of the decade and there's no denying it. The poor are gonna' get fucked and those that rise above will get enslaved by white collars. It's business as usual until the Chinese War Machine decide they're bored playing us and nuke the shit out of us. I disgress. European Union is a big number of countries and their economy is so far down the drain it doesn't even matter anymore. The EU will never be a global power. When this giant game of life ends it'll be China first place, America second and the EU in dead last. Now there's now Chinese people in this match so ergo, I win. Make sense?
Charlotte King: Ki... kinda. I'll be honest, you don't look like the kinda' girl who cares about politics.
Public Enemy: I'm full of surprises baby.
Charlotte King: Yeah, from looking at you I would've assumed you to be a Liberal if anything but you're extremely right wing.
Public Enemy: That's because I used to live with Ross Lambert. Cooperative housing plan. Guy is a big a rightist as they come. You know he used to take coke? Poor guy, God rest his soul. Another surprise, you know I have a massive thing for you?
Charlotte King: What?
Public Enemy: Yeah, I'm totally flirting with you. Duh.
Charlotte King: Really?
Public Enemy: Pfft. No. Anything else?
Charlotte King: No... not really. I think you've given me more of an esteem beating than Thunderkiss ever did in three years of being here.
Public Enemy: Awh, shucks. You know how to make a girl feel special. Fancy coming to the bar after tonight?
Charlotte King: Are you going to browbeat me into submission?
Public Enemy: No don't be stupid. I'll just slip you some roofies and slit your throat if you step out of line.
Charlotte King: I'll take a pass.
Public Enemy: Well then FUCK your shit and get out of my sight! GO.
-Public Enemy throws a right hand in the general direction of Charlotte King, enough to send her screaming and running for dear life. The tough hell cat Enemy folds her arms and laughs. She sighs happily and wipes away an invisible tear and walks off the other way extremely satisfied with the way that interview went. She made somebody run away in terror on her first night. The one thing that has stuck out in her mind is the mention of Mr. Thunderkiss, the prolific ACW wrestler that also comes from California. She dusts her hands and wanders off to go do someone or something or prepare for her match. She hasn't really planned that fair ahead yet.-
End.
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:09:48 GMT -5
EXCELLENCE Credit: Lawson
-Inside Samuel Hawthorne's office or “The Lion's Den” as he'd have you call it sits the most honourable and excellent business bastard Chairman Samuel Hawthorne himself. With a phone pressed to his ear he sits with his feet up on the desk idly playing with the phone cord. His facial expressions show curious interest while his body language shows a cockiness about him. His eyes are wide and he has a smirk across his face, occasionally he'll frown when he hears what the other person is saying to him as he attempts to assess the dialogue of which is being chatted to him. He nods and smiles slowly, the mastermind brain of Hawthorne clearly frantically at work with whatever mad idea is in his head right now.-
Samuel Hawthorne: Harvard Law Degree? You're kidding right? And how much is Claude paying him?
-Pause. Hawthorne's calculating eyes roll into the back of his head as he gets the absolute perfect response he wants. You can almost hear his toes curling in his snakeskin shoes, his toenails scraping against the fine material and his fingernails digging into the phone card in pure excitement.-
Samuel Hawthorne: Brilliant. Alright Helen, cheers.
-There's a knock at the door. Hawthorne smiles as the proverbial dollar signs appear in his eyes. Go time.-
Samuel Hawthorne: Alright Hel, I've got to go. He's here.
-Samuel Hawthorne puts his feet down and quickly dusts off his desk while putting the phone down on the receiver. He straightens his tie and rests his elbow on the desk with his back arching straight and a stern expression on his face. First impressions are lasting ones and if you want to commandeer respect in this life you have to look the part.-
Samuel Hawthorne: Come in?
-Letting himself in the man in question is none other than Claude LeBatard's personal lawyer Mr. Chris Lawson who is extremely nervous already. He isn't quite sure why Hawthorne wishes to speak to him as he hasn't even been seen in the building on ACW television and he certainly hasn't caused anyone any harm. It's all a mystery to him, one that will soon have the mist cleared by the charismatic Hawthorne. He slides nervously into the room taking a quick moment to examine his surroundings noting any potential exit spots should the inhuman urge to murder and pillage kick in. He finally siphons into full view of his not even employer nervously, holding his wrist in the other hand as he stands with his back straight.-
Chris Lawson: You requested my presence, sir?[/I]
Samuel Hawthorne: That I did my friend. Take a seat good sir, relax. However I'd like to remind you that your contract with ACW is... well, it's non-existent and so you are to treat this as a job interview. Any disrespect, threats of violence or cheek and I'll have you out on your ear. Understood?
Chris Lawson: Yes sir. Understood sir.
-Lawson hastily sits down not wanting to do anything to offend his boss when so much hangs in the balance right now.-
Samuel Hawthorne: Polite and obedient? Off to a good start Mr. Lawson. Now at the risk of homoerotic connotations I have to say that suit looks rather well fitting on you. You are obviously a man in great physical shape. However having seen you around the building, the clothes you wear, the way you carry yourself and certainly your manners and linguistic ability I can tell that you're more an academic than an athlete yet you are found in the backstage area of a wrestling company Can you explain this?
Chris Lawson: Yes sir.
Samuel Hawthorne: Go on.
Chris Lawson: First I would like to compliment you for the comment in regards to my physique. The answer to that is simple. Though it ails me to conform to a black stereotype I have quite literally been running as long as I could walk. I was a star athlete in high school with excellent records in track and field particularly with long distance marathon running. In college I came first in a state championship event but suffered a knee injury and could not compete in the nationals. Had it not been for my knee injury I would have gone on to possibly compete in the Olympics. Instead I finished my studies and completed my Law degree at Harvard university to become a criminal prosecutions lawyer in my home state of California. Now I'm a private lawyer working for your wrestler one Monsieur Le Batard though very rarely do I actually go over anything legal with him. Instead I complete menial tasks and chores for him. I'm pretty much a high status butler with a degree. Mr. Le Batard doesn't really get into many legal scuffles or at least hasn't in a while. There was the time during his modelling phase when he beat a Calvin Klein photographer over the head with an iron bar but that isn't really a story I want to tell right now.
Samuel Hawthorne: Fascinating. Mr. Lawson, do you have any other clients or are you exclusive to Claude?
Chris Lawson: No sir. I work only for Mr. Le Batard alone. It's a low stress job with high pay.
Samuel Hawthorne: That's interesting. I found it curious that such a prolific lawyer would end up working with a pompous Frenchman and so I had my assistants go to the liberty of doing some research for me and they came back with some quite interesting information. Apparently you're quite renowned for your skills in and out of the courtroom back in Los Angeles Mr. Lawson, or should that be “Judge Dreads”. I believe that was what the LA post dubbed you?
Chris Lawson: That is correct sir.
Samuel Hawthorne: Please would you tell me how one earns such a moniker?
Chris Lawson: I helped a group of officers that were struggling to make arrests on a group of armed thugs in Downtown Los Angeles. I would say there was a pretty even match between the two but one of the officers had been shot previously and the numbers game had caught up to them so I stepped in to help as should any proud American. That day thirteen wanted men went to prison, two of whom with dislocated arms. When they found out I was a lawyer too I earned the title of Judge Dreads because I was sporting dreadlocks at the time. Every day for a year after that story was published people used to shout “I AM THE LAW!” at me any time I entered the room. I don't do Criminal Law anymore though. I'm semi-retired after I was shot twice trying and eventually succeeding to stop a maniac that went on a rampage in Beverly Hills.
Samuel Hawthorne: That truly is quite the life you've lead Mr. Lawson, I can't say I don't envy your sense for danger and luck. Though you're a brave man indeed clearly your area of expertise is the court room. I understand that Claude doesn't put you to your full use and I would like to offer you a contract to work with me as head of the legal team here at ACW..
Chris Lawson: As tempting as that offer is I'm afraid I must respectfully decline it Mr. Hawthorne sir, I am bound to Claude at least for the time being. Sure he may treat me like crap but he pays me a kings wages and I don't want to anger him or turn that kind of money down.
Samuel Hawthorne: You have guts to turn me down my friend, you realize that lawyer or not I could have you thrown out of the building?
Chris Lawson: Absolutely. If that's the way you wish to end this discussion then so be it. I will head on the first flight back to Los Angeles.
Samuel Hawthorne: I don't want that. Tell me Chris, how much did you earn in your private practice back in LA? Hourly.
Chris Lawson: Well with the power of my qualifications coupled with an excellent success rate and a fair bit of renown thanks to my Judge Dredd status I was able to earn some handsome wages despite only being young and not having the legal experience of say a forty year career lawyer. I was able to make about four hundred dollars an hour in those days, I had pretty nice wages.
Samuel Hawthorne: Alright. Thank your lucky stars for this because I don't usually give second chances. This is my next offer, an offer you can't refuse. You come in whenever you can to help out my legal team. I'll give you six hundred dollars an hour to get these guys into shape. How about it?
Chris Lawson: Six hundred dollars an hour? Wow. Johnnie Cochran would be weeping for me right now.
Samuel Hawthorne: Six hundred dollars with a minimum of four hours per week. Work as you want. Set your own hours. Take it or leave it. And when I say leave it, I mean the building.
Chris Lawson: You know what sir? You have yourself a deal.
-In his mind he could already see the reaction now. Wine bottles will be thrown, cats will be beaten and Maurice will probably have a black eye but Hell even Claude LeBatard needs to sleep. It'll calm down eventually. Right? Hawthorne offers to shake on the deal with Lawson who respectfully complies. A firm handshake later and Lawson returns to his seat-
Chris Lawson: Is there anything else I can help you with sir?
Samuel Hawthorne: No sir, you are free to leave. Thank you sir. The contract will be through tomorrow morning.
Chris Lawson: Excellent. Pleasure to meet you sir and I look forward to working with your team.
Samuel Hawthorne: The pleasure is all mine now if you'll excuse me, I have other people to speak to.
Chris Lawson: Alright sir! Right on. Thank you.
-Lawson gets up from his seat and leaves the way he came with a spring in his step and a brand new job to brag about. He's already on the bosses good side, great! As he walks out of the door and shuts it behind him he slumps and slumps to a seated position outside his door.-
Chris Lawson: Awh hell no... I've become a stereotype again.
-Depressive, submissive, white on the inside Chris Lawson stands up from the floor and dusts himself off knowing that one day playing the corporate game is going to pay off for him. How will Le Batard find out that his lawyer guy is working with other people?-
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:12:36 GMT -5
MATCH 1: The British Brawlers (Mikey Badass/Adrian Baird) VC Claude LeBatard & Public Enemy (Credit: Mainer)
The match started with Adrian VS Claude and the two mouthy Europeans went into a fluryr of shouting abuse and exchanged punches and kicks. The Angriest Man in Scotland delivered a high impact back suplex followed by some stomping kicks and a chokehold thrown in too before tagging in his partner Mikey Badass. Mikey attempted to clothesline the French superstar but Claude parried and slapped on a Sleeper Hold which was hastily broken up. A Powerslam later from Claude to Mikey, the Liverpool born scrapper was on the receiving end of a two-count before Claude dragged Badass to his corner and tagged in Public Enemy.
Mikey Badass was whipped across the ropes but stopped himself on the opposite side of the ring to prevent a double team move on the rebound but this was in fact half intended as Public Enemy stormed across the ring knocking Badass Out of Bounds with a big Cactus Clothesline taking him down to the mat. Badass slowly made his way up to his feet as Enemy returned the ring and continued the vicious fast assault with an Aerial Enemy Suicide Dive crashing straight into the Scouse House. The count reached five as Mikey and Enemy scrapped outside the ring before the Liverpool born warrior threw her back in the ring. She quickly tagged in Claude who starts with a Guillotine leading straight into The V.E.C. Clutch. It appears that Badass might tap out but somehow he fought his way through.
Badass nailed a Scoop Slam and quickly tags back in Baird who comes running in to the shot by dropping a knee on Claude's head. Baird dragged Claude off the mat and started with some Machine Gun Chops but out of desperation nailed The Guillotine to subdue the animal Baird who collapsed to the floor in a heap. Dragging himself to his corner Claude tagged in Public Enemy who storms across the ring at Claude who darted out the way but Enemy keeps running. She ran up the turnbuckle and delivered a sharp kick to the head of Mikey Badass causing him to crumple to the mat. Turning her attention to Baird she ran back and nailed The Floorgasm for good measure.
Baird's head bounced off the mat violently and even though it was only a two-count it was enough to turn the tide. Dragging Baird to his feet he received a big right hand to the face followed by a European Uppercut which surprisingly only staggered the girl. Enemy replied by spitting in Baird's face and kicking him in the stomach brutishly before hitting the Enemy-Go-Round but she landed awkwardly hurting her leg in the process. With Badass, Baird and Enemy on the floor in various places it was down to Enemy to finally make the tag to Claude. Claude walked along the apron and clambered in as Baird stood up slowly in perfect position for La Revolution. The crowd went wild as the skull-caving boot to the head sent the Scotch crashing to the mat.
As an added measure instead of going straight for the pin he tagged in Enemy and nodded knowingly. Enemy tagged Claude straight back in and the two made their way over to Baird wasting no time as Public Enemy locked in the Cali-Clutch (Camel Clutch) and Claude locked in the Le Grandé Finale (Texas Cloverleaf) simultaneously causing immense anatomical stressing to the angry Scot who tapped out instantly. The bell was rung and the winners were declared.
WINNERS: Claude LeBatard & Public Enemy
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:14:44 GMT -5
Segment: Busted Credit: Taylor
The scene opens up with a shot of Jon Taylor walking the hallways of the backstage area. The camera man is obviously following to see where The Standard of Excellence is heading and what he's up to. However as Taylor reaches the end of the hallway the camera is caught off guard as Taylor sharply stops and spins around looking severely annoyed.
Taylor: YOU!
The camera man seems unsure how to respond to Taylor's suddenly outburst.
Camera man: Me?! What's up dude?
Taylor: What's up? I'll tell you what's up "duuuude"...YOU! What the freakin' hell do you think you're doing, huh?
Camera man: ...um I'm just doing what I get told to do, man.
Taylor: Don't get cocky with me, pal! What are your motives? Trying to dig up some dirt so you get you a promotion from ol' Sammy, eh? Don't worry, you can say...it'll be our little secret!
The camera man raises an eyebrow as he continues to be question by Taylor who appears to be very paranoid right now.
Camera man: Nothing, I swear man! I'm just doing what the guy in the operator room tells me to do, you know? He said keep a camera on Jon Taylor, so I keep a camera on Jon Taylor!
Taylor: Hmm it is plausible I guess. It sounds exactly like the sort of thing Hawthorne would pull right now...just another item in his vendetta!
Camera man: ...what?
Taylor: Oh please, at least treat me with the respect I deserve as a Champion - I'm not a fool! Hawthorne's been after me ever since I walked back into ACW and stated taking out his favourite stars like Mainer and TJ! This is just another example of him trying to keep a track of me. Just like the damn electronic tag, only this time the tag is a real life person! Christ, it's another instance of proof we're all really living in a BIG BROTHER world!
Camera man: I see...you know, how about I go talk to my supervisor and leave you--
As the camera man turns to leave he stopped his tracks by Taylor.
Taylor: No no, you're staying right here camera man! Hawthorne wanted to see if I had any messages to send out tonight? Well how about I send one direct to him, eh? Just film alright, man?
Camera man: Alright, as long as you don't try pulling anything funny...
Taylor: Like what? You're the one that's stalking me after all, need I remind you?!
The cameraman sighs and decides logic isn't the best course of action right now so simply films him as requested. He nods to let Taylor knows he can begin
Taylor: Is this REALLY what you've resorted to, Hawthorne? Are you REALLY that desperate that you must keep an eye on me 24/7...hmm? Wow, it must feel terrible to be scared of what I am capable of...of what ASCENDANCY is capable of so much you must watch my very movement. Still Hawthorne, I have one question to ask you...what made you think this had even a CHANCE of working? I mean, the electronic tag didn't stop me getting my hands on TJ, did it? And hell, if I wanted to get rid of this "tag" all I have to do is take care of the man with the camera over here....
Taylor takes a step towards the cameraman who follows suit with a worried look upon his face.
Cameraman: Please don't hurt me, Taylor!
Taylor shakes his head with a disinterested look as he backs away again.
Taylor: But I'm not going to Hawthorne...why? 'Cause I DON'T need to. See, I'm the one with the power here. You may write the cheques but that pittance means nothing to me anymore. No, we in Ascendancy have a MUCH bigger picture in mind than the peanuts you call our wage. The fact is Hawthorne, this latest pitiful attempt to keep track of me is just another example of how desperate you're becoming. You know you can't control me...and you know you CAN'T control Ascendancy. We are growing stronger by day...we hold all the cards, Hawthorne. Sooner or later what little power you have left over the other superstars will be gone when we decide to seize what is rightfully OURS.
The disinterested look has been replaced by a look determination and belief. The veins bulge in Taylor's forehead.
Taylor: You can carry on playing this game of cat and mouse if you so choose...but contrary to your deluded thoughts I AM the cat and you are the mouse. And know you what, Hawthorne? Every time you pull a cheap stunt like it is only add more fire to the fire. It only makes it burn HIGHER and HOTTER. You should know by now from seeing what I'm capable that is NOT something you want to play with Hawthorne. You failed to stop me from having my way with TJ...and you failed again tonight. Next it will be your third strike...and I can guarantee you will be OUT!
Taylor snarls at the camera and glares before moving out of shot and leaving the cameraman behind.
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:24:07 GMT -5
Segment: Dawn of a New Age (Credit: Freeman, Senator)
Gold and leather.
Is that what I spent all these years working for?
Is this fancy belt the reason I spent all those hours in the gym?
Perhaps they just don't understand the significance of it all, of what this represents.
After all, my name is on this belt, MY name is on this belt, Jason Freeman, the plate says, engraved in the gold.
They wish they were me, no matter how pathetic that is, but they're not good enough to be the best, not like this belt says, this belt tells me that I'M the best.
"Mr. Freeman, I presume?"
Jason Freeman rouses himself from his solitary thoughts, and his deep seated gaze into the belt he holds in his hands, looking up to see Senator Steve Phillips in the doorway.
Freeman: No, it's Simba Mufasa.
The Senator: If I interuppted anything, I can just...
Freeman: No, no, go ahead and say what you wanted to say.
Senator: Congratulations.
Freeman: Is that all? Because you really could have told me that after my match.
Senator: Absolutely not, although it had to be said, away from the lights and the crowds. Believe it or not, I am proud of what you did, of where you came from, and where you are today. But what I really wanted to speak of is of tomorrow.
Freeman: Fair enough. But you know, Phillips, if we're going to talk about the future, I'm afraid I have to ask you some questions first. You see, we've reached a very crucial time period. I need to know now more than ever...are you with us?
Senator: Absolutely.
Freeman: That's the easy answer and the surface answer - I want to know for real. We're going to run this place, and we can't do it without...
Senator: Vladimir Lenin once said that to make an omelet, you must break some eggs. However reprehensible I find the man and his accomplishments, he had a point. To create great changes, one often has to undertake dirty deeds, something I have demonstrated in the past around here. If there are threats to our group, I will not hesitate to aid and assist in eliminating them from contention. But I want to make this clear, I shall be no party to "message attacks." You know what I mean, I will not jump people for the sake of proving our dominance. We have already done that in the ring, in a more emphatic manner, in a classier way, and in a method that will not create new enemies for us. We do this the right way, and I will be with you all the way.
Freeman: Hm. Well, I think I can accept that.
Senator: Good to hear. Now what I was meaning to say initially, was that you need to consider what you want to do with that belt now. You need to seriously consider your first opponent. After all, your first major defense will define your run more than any other one, as it sets the pace for you and for your opposition. Even for Mr. Hawthorne, for that matter. As such, I recommend that you think long and hard and figure out who brings your reaction the closest to fear when you consider facing them. You may not be afraid of anyone in ACW, but there are people we all would rather not face. I say, figure out who that person is, and challenge them as soon as possible! Defeat them emphatically, and the rest of your defenses become a defense against your own complacency as much as they are a physical test in the ring!
Freeman: I don't know, that just seems to play too much into what the Chairman wants. As you know, he is not excactly a fan of my methods, or of Ascendancy. He intends to wear me down - to make me easier to replace as champion. If I were to start against the toughest opponent, it would only help him that much more.
Senator: You can defeat anyone, you know that!
Freeman: Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of surrendering this belt. And yes, I can beat anyone in ACW, but do I want to go right into my biggest challenge to begin with? Some challengers can provide more...problems...than others. And besides, I don't want to get bored months down the line when I've beaten everyone worth fighting...
Senator: If you get to that point, then I shall be more than glad to provide a challenge!
Freeman: ...always knew you wanted this belt again.
Senator: But seriously, I want you to make this a most memorable reign. Start off strong, and strong opposition will eventually appear again. Test yourself now, and you prove that you can handle anything in the future, you will strike fear into your opponents, you will be as Mike Tyson, and beat them before the bell even rings! You will obtain that aura of the most feared, of Attila the Hun, Ivan the Terrible, Vlad the Impaler, of the likes of Ridley, of...
Freeman: I know the name we're looking for.
Fade Out
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:25:11 GMT -5
“The Re-debut” (Big Frank)
The scene opens up in the backstage area of the ACW arena as ACW returns from a commercial break. Kevin “The Internet” Anderson is seen standing by with a mic in hand with a man who recently made his return, Frank Washington. Washington is already in his ring gear for his upcoming match later in the evening, adjusting his elbow pad while waiting for the interview to commence. As Anderson gets the green light from the cameraman, he decides to kick off the segment.
Kevin “Internet” Anderson: Right now I’m here with Frank Washington, who just a few weeks ago made his ACW re-debut when he attacked Chris Phenomenal during a match and tonight is looking to make his in ring return in ACW. Tonight you face Scorpion who at Seven Deadly Sins who made Chris Phenomenal tap out for the first time in his career. You’re thoughts?
Frank Washington: Well first off, I’d just like to say that its great to be back here in the ACW. I know my first run may have been less than memorable, I didn’t stick around too long in my first stint, however I feel like I’m at the top of my game right now. I’ve spent 6 months wrestling in a promotion in New England sharpening my skills, reigniting that fire I once had for this business, something I regrettably didn’t have when I first came here. However with that fire back I think its time to show ACW what the real Frank Washington has to offer and I’m excited to have a second chance here to do just that.
As for my opponent tonight, first I’d like to take this time to congratulate Scorpion on his victory over Chris Phenomenal at Seven Deadly Sins. It’s no small feat to make Phenomenal tap and with the invention of DVR it’ll be sure to be a moment to be relived over and over again in homes around the world, much to the dismay of Phenomenal.
That being said, knowing what Scorpion can accomplish I’ll be sure to be vigilant in the ring tonight. He’s a competitor that likes to play mind games and can also back it up in the ring, someone to be respected for sure. I know it wont be an easy match, but I wouldn’t want it any other way, I came here to compete with some great athletes, some that I’ve worked with and many that I have yet to but will soon enough and work my way up the ladder of success along the way.
Kevin “Internet” Anderson: Thank you for your time Frank, and good luck on your match tonight.
Frank Washington: Thanks Kevin. By the way, I hope Chris Phenomenal is watching at home tonight because win or lose at least I can say that my performance in the ring tonight wont be a waste of time like his effort at Seven Deadly Sins when he tapped out.
And with this Frank Washington walks of screen as the camera fads to black
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:29:59 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: The Pain and Sorrow of the Human Form
The cameras cut backstage now to find Charlotte King standing in a darkened hallway with a concerned look on her face. She is looking downward at a piece of paper clutched in her left hand, the contents of which obviously having an ill effect on her. The cameraman adjusts position and zooms in to the paper now, allowing the world to read the text written on it. It appears to be a format sheet of some sort, listing the specific individuals she is to interview that night. Unfortunately for her, one name in particular is written in all capital letters and is circled in red: THE SCORPION.
Noticing the cameraman, Charlotte looks at him initially with a look of anger on her face, but quickly gives way to a look of worry. She rubs her face with her arm now, apparently already sweating at the thought of having to interview the one individual she would never see again if it were up to her.
Charlotte King: Why do I have to do this? I’ve told them time and time again that this freak makes me nervous! Why does nobody ever listen!?
Complaining to nobody in particular, Charlotte now looks upwards to the ceiling and gives a long, exasperated sigh. However, she appears to consign herself to her fate and quickly looks forward towards the cameraman.
Charlotte King: Let’s get this over with. If the guy starts getting weird like usual, we leave immediately. I’ll be damned if I’m in proximity to this weirdo a single second more than I have to be!
Her peace apparently said Charlotte motions for the cameraman to follow her and quickly moves down the hall. She glances at the various doorways along the hall, apparently having learned of The Scorpion’s modus operandi. She continues her trek, but suddenly stops dead in her tracks, the cameraman nearly running into her from behind. The cameraman motions for an explanation, but Charlotte simply points forward. The camera now zooms in to see the reason for her sudden stop.
Near the end of the hallway, propped against a dusty wall and partially hidden by a silhouette of darkness, sits the unmistakable figure of the entity known as The Scorpion. However, he looks far removed from the imposing figure he has come to be. Seated on the floor is a man whose upper torso is covered in bandages, battle scars from the brutality he and Chris Phenomenal put themselves through recently. A long jagged scar on the man’s chest is seen between the bandages, a fitting addition to the artistic palette of brutality that compromises The Scorpion’s body. When examining his posture, it is obvious that the young man is in severe pain, his breathing labored and sharp. Furthermore, the pain appears to be so intense that he cannot even meditate properly, as his eyes constantly open and close, almost as if just gazing off into space.
Charlotte King: Jesus…he’s a wreck…
Charlotte makes sure to utter these words in just a whisper so as not to be heard, then audibly gulps before motioning the cameraman forward. She walks up to The Scorpion now, making sure to keep her distance and simply extend her arm with the microphone in hand.
Charlotte King: Mr. Scorpion sir? I was wondering if we could get your thoughts on your match with Chris Phenomenal at the last PPV and your upcoming match tonight with Frank Washington.
The Scorpion pays her no mind as he simply continues to look forward, as if unaware that she is even there. Charlotte starts to roll her eyes, but quickly catches herself in the act. Such behavior has come to be expected from the man before her, but he has also been known to react erratically when insulted or demeaned by the announce team.
Charlotte King: Mr. Scorpion can we please get an update on your condition? The fans are eager to know your status after such a war. You owe it to our fans to…
Charlotte is suddenly cut off and shrieks in fear as The Scorpion quickly takes his right fist and slams it into the wall! The sound makes a loud thump as is echoes in the abandoned hallway, the sound waves vibrating off the many walls comprising the location. Charlotte quickly pulls back and apparently thinks of leaving, but before she can The Scorpion cuts her off and speaks aloud.
The Scorpion: Your fans? Those who herald brutality and violence? Those who express pleasure at the pain of their own brethren? I owe an explanation to such base and ignorant creatures? I owe them nothing. I owe you nothing. The only entity I owe is the lord above. I owe him for his gifts of purity. I owe him for allowing me the privilege of spreading the holy word. I owe him for giving me a reason to live once again.
Charlotte gives a noticeable look of confusion at the last statement. The Scorpion has only been known as an extreme religious fanatic during his time in ACW. Little is known of his life before entering the ACW ranks and nobody has dared to try and pry such information from him. Yet that statement appears to greatly pique Charlotte’s curiosity. Thus, she seemingly wills herself and asks a second question.
Charlotte King: Mr. Scorpion, what exactly do you mean by that? A reason to live once again? Did your life not have meaning before?
The Scorpion quickly turns his head towards Charlotte now. She reflexively jerks back, expecting a glare or a scream of some sort. Instead, she gets a very curious reaction from the man known for constant rage. In his eyes is not rage or anger, but rather a gentle calm that seemingly reflects some type of somberness, perhaps even sadness. Charlotte looks on in complete shock, never having seen The Scorpion in such a calm state. Unmoved by her shock, The Scorpion now gazes forward, speaking softly.
The Scorpion: What role does a holy messenger have without guidance from God? The soldier is lost without the general, the wolf lost without the alpha. The same thing happens to a man. What is one to do if life is devoid of purpose? Reason? Meaning? Many men respond by simply ending that life, throwing all of their problems away. Yet there are a select few that are not cowards, who instead pledge themselves to a greater cause. Such is the reason for God’s messengers, as those select few are worthy to carry out the will. I was once such a lost sheep, a blight on society whose life was without meaning, without purpose, without a reason to exist. Society had cast me out, yet I could not fade into nothingness. Such is my existence, an endless vortex of pain and sorrow. Wounds are but superficial and temporary setbacks that always fade with time, yet they are also a loud testament to the inherent limits of the human form. Alas, such a limit is the fate I have been consigned to. The wounds will heal, the spirit will renew, and the battle shall continue onward. Leave now, the beauty of isolation dwindles to a fleeting moment.
Despite not answering her questions, Charlotte seemingly takes the hint and pulls back from The Scorpion. She motions for the cameraman to follow her and turns away before heading back down the hall. However, curiously she retains a look of complete confusion on her face, seemingly shocked by what has just occurred. She motions for the camera to cut tape, but before fading to black the lens captures a very curious scene.
Charlotte looks back towards the hallway from where she just came from, the look on her face very strange indeed. Instead of looking confused, she instead looks almost concerned, her eyes heavy and bottom lip protruding. The Scorpion, the man that so many fear as a deranged lunatic, speaking so calmly and serenely. Charlotte continues looking back as the camera fades, the look on her face best described as…sympathetic.
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:31:14 GMT -5
Match 2: Frank Washington vs. The Scorpion (Credit: Freeman)
It’s going to be quite a challenge for Frank Washington. One of his first ACW matches and against The Scorpion no less! The Scorpion proved himself to be a threat (If he hadn’t already done so before) when he made Chris Phenomenal tap out in the House of Tortures match – a feat that had never been accomplished by any other man in history. Of course, that match took its toll on BOTH competitors, and Scorpion tonight looks to be in VERY bad shape. Bandages cover his body, and just from the way he stands it is obvious that he is nowhere close to 100% tonight. In fact it is crazy that he has even showed up to wrestle. But of course, Scorpion has never been one to back down from anybody. Frank Washington however is sure to use this to his advantage as the match begins.
As the match begins Scorpion comes forward quickly with quick strikes, trying to get an early advantage, which may be a smart move. Frank Washington however, is fast, and Scorpion is a bit slowed down after the pay-per-view. Scorpion lands some shots in, but Frank uses his speed to get some shots in as well. The two fight for that early advantage, and Frank Washington tries to capitalize early with a very early superkick attempt, but Scorpion dodges it and hits a spinning backfist! Frank goes down and Scorpion goes for the pin but only gets 1. Frank tries to get up and Scorpion moves in to continue the attack, but Frank gets a nice knee to Scorpion, which makes him bend down so Frank can hit the DDT. It seems that Scorpion’s injuries from the House of Tortures are now catching up to him as Frank goes for the pin.
In the next few minutes of the match Frank gets total control. Scorpion is too hurt to really put up a big fight, and Frank very smartly utilizes these injuries to his advantage. He is able to hit many nice moves, and get nearfalls, with Scorpion almost able to fight back. Every time Scorpion starts to mount a comeback, a quick shot to an injured body part (of which there are many), brings him right back down again. Still, however, Scorpion continues to fight, and continues to kick out of whatever’s thrown at him. Frank is having an impressive showing with some great strategy and relentlessness, but Scorpion’s resilience is just as impressive. Frank finally begins to go for his triple german suplex, but on the third, Scorpion begins elbowing Frank, gets behind him, and grabs him with a dragon suplex! The ref counts but Frank escapes at two. A nice martial arts kick drives Frank Washington back down to the floor, and Scorpion runs forward with a knee right to the face of the seated Washington! Scorpion pins again for another two, breathing heavily as he tries to fight through his injuries, and even seems to be winning over some of the members of the crowd.
As the match comes to its finish, Frank realizes he has to put this one away. Scorpion lifts Frank up for Eternus Moestitia, but Frank knees Scorpion in the head on the way up. Scorpion in his state, drops Frank right to the ground, and Frank jumps for the Game Ender. Scorpion however manages to push Frank off. As Frank raises from the ground a bit stunned he is kicked hard in the head, and before he can fall is grabbed up for The Eliminator! Frank is unable to counter as Scorpion hits the move, and manages to get over into the cover…1….2…3!
Phillip: Here is your winner, The Scorpion!
Scorpion struggles to his feet. He was able to block out those injuries for long enough to hit his finishing move, but he was pushed to his limits tonight in his weakened condition. Frank very nearly pulled off the victory. If there were any that didn’t respect Scorpion as a threat before, they do tonight. As The Scorpion leaves the ring, and walks up the ramp, there is almost an awe in the air. What is this man’s deal and how is he able to do the things he does? Whether the fans like him or not, they are definitely impressed with him.
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:33:14 GMT -5
Tag Team of Gloriousness: Training (Laron and Thiago)
Fresh off their impressive victory at Seven Deadly Sins, Laron Xavier and Thiago Gracie, collectively known as the Tag Team of Gloriousness appear poised to make a run at the ACW Tag Team Championships. Only one small thing stands in there way, the fact that they have not been defended in over a year and no one is sure as to if they exist. So for now, they are instead focused on The Communist Internationale and the challenge levied by Simba Mufasa for Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammandi, Laron Xavier kicking a heavy bag inside of there locker room.
Laron: Just kick da Nigga, ya saw how he dropped at Seven Deadly Sins. Nigga's weak, he can't take a fuckin' shot.
Ali: So just turn hips to increase torque, then pop leg to head.
Laron: Das right Nigga, just like fuckin' Mirko Cro Cop. Dat Nigga could kick ya fuckin' head to da moon if he wanted.
Ali: That what I do to Simba. Fake African with name of baby lion, I will show him to act like he think he real African! Simba nothing but cheap imitation joke!
Laron: Exactly Nigga, ya representin' da tag team o' gloriousness out dere.
Ali fires another shot at the kicking bag before Thiago Gracie strides into the room, a smile on his face as he rotates his arm. Upon seeing Ali kicking at the heavy bag though, the smile leaves his face.
Thiago: Why you kick punch bag? Punch bag there only to be punch by Thiago Gracie.
Ali: To do prepare work for my next week match against Simba Mufasa.
Laron: Ya Nigga, ya da one always talkin' 'bout trainin', workin' on shit in da gym now ya questionin' why.
Thiago: Thiago not question why train, he question why punch and kick train. Ali no need these to win.
Laron: Den what do ya suppose he gon' do t' win da fuckin' match next week Nigga?
Thiago: Ali only need Armbar, Thiago show last week that fancy kick not win match, Armbar does.
Laron: Nigga, we already gon over dat. Please tell me we ain't talkin bout that again!
Thiago: Thiago bet one hundred real you show him weak fujiwara armbar.
Laron: Nigga, dat's like three bucks. Ya can't get any action fo' dat shit.
Thiago: Fine, Thiago no bet Laron but he know you show him week fujiwara armbar.
Ali looks at the two shaking his head, the bickering between the two continuing again.
Thiago: You can win with kick but Armbar is more honor. It take skill, not lucky shot.
Ali: So how do you suppose I learn the armbar.
Thiago: Thiago will show you. Laron, lie down.
Laron: Nigga, ya tryin' t' seduce me or some shit?
Thiago: No, I ...
Laron: Den I ain't gon' lie down Nigga. Ya wan' t' show him da armbar, get someone else t' be ya tacklin' dummy.
Thiago: Dummy? Trace is not here, is he? Where that man who avoid armbar for three straight pay per view event! Thiago needs find Trance Armstrong, Thiago needs Trance here!
Laron: Does it look like he is Nigga?
Thiago: No.
Laron: Den no, he ain't.
Thiago looks around for someone to demonstrate when Stan, one of the video technicians for ACW comes stumbling by. Thiago turns to Ali with a smile.
Thiago: Watch.
Thiago goes after Stan who doesn't see it coming until it's too late.
***ARMBAR***
Stan immediately taps as Thiago jumps up in the air with arm raised.
Laron: Nigga, what was dat?
Thiago: Showcase, Thiago just armbar ...
He looks at Stan's name tag before turning back to
Thiago: Stan! Thiago armbar Stan. Thiago show Ali how to win with Armbar. You see him tap? Two seconds is all.
Laron: Nigga, I can knock him da fuck out in less den two seconds.
Thiago: Yes but ...
Laron backs up his words as just as Stan is getting to his feet, he's knocked out by the roundhouse kick of Laron Xavier.
Laron: See, quicker den ya can say fuckin' armbar. I knock him out.
Thiago: But ...Mirko never beat Rickson!
And so the argument continues, but you've seen this before so we fade away to an advert for Thundergy! Yeah Thunderkiss
|
|
Jason Freeman
Competition Judge
Long Island Iced Free
Posts: 3,271
|
Post by Jason Freeman on Sept 7, 2010 0:39:43 GMT -5
Segment: Plan of Action (Credit: Freeman/Cole)
There is currently only one man in the Ascendancy locker-room…most of the stable out doing their own thing. While earlier tonight Freeman was seen talking to the Senator, now he is in the same position he was before that encounter. He sits in the chair, merely holding the world championship belt in front of him, and gazing into it. He holds it closer to him and views the nameplate. The letters that say “Jason Freeman.” The symbol of his success right in front of him. He rubs his hand over the gold plate, and he feels the weight that the belt holds – not just its physical weight, but the significance it has. He owns this belt.
It’s hard to believe that Freeman has seemingly done nothing but gaze into his championship belt for what has been quite a while since he was last seen. But that is exactly what has been done. He looks at the belt, and all of the trials and tribulations on his path to glory are worth it. All the time spent scheming has finally paid off. He can never let this go. Now that he had it, he knew that he had to keep it. This belt was his life.
Suddenly the door opens, and Freeman looks up. It is not the Senator this time, but Ryan Cole. Ryan Cole has been in a good mood since Seven Deadly Sins after his first singles pay-per-view win. Freeman says nothing, but Cole walks into the room, closing the door behind him. Cole looks down at the belt in Freeman’s hand, seemingly just as interested in it as Freeman himself.
Cole: So, there it is…
Cole comes closer and gazes down at the belt – perhaps for a bit too long. Cole himself has never been so close to the belt until this moment. Now it’s right in front of his eyes. Just like Freeman, Cole has always dreamed of becoming ACW champion. To see the belt so close to him...He seems enthralled as he reaches out a hand as if to touch it, and Freeman pulls it away. Cole looks up sharply and sees that Freeman is glaring, a bit of suspicion in his eyes. Cole brings his hand back, and Freeman speaks sharply to him.
Freeman: Thank you, Cole, but this is MY belt in case you’ve forgotten.
Cole: Hey, calm down. I’ve never been so close to the title before. I only wanted to see it a little better
Freeman: I think you’ve seen it well enough.
Cole: Okay, fine. I WAS going to congratulate you on your victory, but obviously you’re too busy gazing into your belt to listen. So never mind that.
Cole is obviously annoyed, and not wanting further tension, Freeman puts the belt on the chair and stands up. After all, it isn’t worth getting Cole worked up.
Freeman: Alright, alright. Tonight of all nights is when Ascendancy should remain on the same page. After all, we’ve finally achieved the success we’ve been waiting for for so long. Now there is nobody who can stop us. Let’s not fall apart from the inside.
Cole: You’re right, I suppose.
Freeman: You especially should be in a good mood. You have risen from nothing but another new guy with all the passion in the world but nothing to show for it, and you have become a man that every member of the ACW audience has to “remember.” Especially after you tossed that pathetic Theodore Wellington off of that ladder at Seven Deadly Sins. I told you Ascendancy would provide you with what you were looking for, and it has. You are starting to see the results promised to you.
Cole: That’s true. Ascendancy has proven to be dominant, and it's increased all of our stock. But you know what? I don't think it's enough.
Freeman: Well, of course you haven't reached your peak. You still have---
Cole: No, that’s not what I mean. I mean with Ascendancy. We’re dominating now. Let’s show it.
Freeman: Well, we now have all of the gold in ACW. If anybody wants a shot at that gold they have to go through us.
Cole: Yes, they do. But that isn’t enough. You see Freeman, as I’m sure you yourself can respect, I’m not one to slow down. We need to go further. Yes, we have the belts. But let’s show some more dominance. Let’s start getting together as a group and destroying some of these guys backstage. Titles aren’t enough, we need to show our physical dominance and teach people once and for all that they must respect us. We'll send some messages.
Freeman: ...We can’t do that, Cole.
Cole seems frustrated. Obviously, he has been enjoying the power that Ascendancy has attained. He had been looking forward to showing off that power. Cole had always been eager to be respected, and now that he has finally attained that status that he had fought for, he is ready to solidify it. Freeman merely shakes his head however, and appears deep in thought. It's a bit unusual for Freeman to claim that they can't send these messages. It seems like something Freeman would enjoy. But in this case, obviously, Freeman has decided on a different course of action.
Cole: Well, why not? Let's not get lazy now.
Freeman: The reason we can’t do that, Cole – as much as I would like to – is because if we WERE to do so, we would lose the support of Steve Phillips, and that is something we cannot have.
Cole: I understand that Phillips is a helpful strategist, and a useful ally. But if he's going to hold us back is it even worth having him around?
Freeman: It’s fine, Cole. We have sent enough of a message when we swept all of our competition at Seven Deadly Sins. And don't think that we will not be roughing up some members of this roster. What we can't do, however, is single somebody out that we have no prior history with just to send a message. Steve Phillips has told me as much. You see, what you need to understand is that Phillips needs to be able to justify his membership in his own mind. If we are only attacking and brutalizing those that are in our way, he can make himself believe that he is not sacrificing his morals. It is his little trick of staying in Ascendancy in good conscious. So all WE need to do, is play the game by his little rules - at least for now - and he shall stay with us. And we need him to stay. He is on the verge of assisting much more actively than before. It'd be a shame to lose him now.
Cole: As long as these rules of his don't come in the way of our domination.
Freeman: Trust me. I will not allow that to happen. And if you're eager to have a target to attack you won't have to be waiting for long.
Cole: Now THIS sounds like interesting news.
Freeman: It isn't the time yet, but it will be soon. As for now, we bide our time. And I believe that soon enough we will have our share of problems. Eyes are on us, and many will want to take us down. But they shall not. Now, go. If you see Jon Taylor fill him in on what I have just told you. Inform him that while we may not be sending any messages tonight, that time is going to come in the very near future.
Cole: Sounds good to me. You say that you think people will be targeting us soon? Well, I hope so. I showed Theodore Wellington what happens when you interfere with Ascendancy, and I think I'd like to take another victim.
Freeman: No worries. That chance will certainly be coming.
Cole nods, and turns to walk out the door. Freeman once more looks down at that belt. He takes a seat once more, holding the belt out in front of him, in much the same position he was before Cole entered the room. He reflects back on the Senator's words. Not just in his speech about how he needed Ascendancy to act, but his speech about picking a strong challenger for the championship. Freeman had an idea of just who that guy was, and he had to go about this the right way. It could be a dangerous situation. Nevertheless, Ascendancy would prevail.
Fade.
|
|