Warfare, September 13th

[Jason Freeman]

Tonight's Card

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Tag Team Match:
Public Enemy & Claude Le Batard VS The Southern Smashers
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Simba Mufasa vs Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammandi (LARON)
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Entertainment Championship Match:
Jon Taylor (c) vs Frank Washington
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Six Man Tag:
Ascendancy (Jason Freeman/Steve Phillips/Ryan cole) vs. Dan White, Theodore Wellington, and Ivan Boreanaz

[Jason Freeman]

The fans as always are excited for another exciting edition of Monday Night Warfare. As the opening pyros fire off, the crowd comes off their feet, waving their signs to try to get picked up by the camera. Soon, the Alphatron lights up, and the show has begun!

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: Power Struggle (Credit: Freeman)

ACW’s chairman, Samuel Hawthorne, sits in his office under considerable stress. Things hadn’t been going particularly well lately, or at least they hadn’t been going the way he had intended them too. It wasn’t his place as the owner of the company to decide who should be the world champion and who shouldn’t, but nonetheless he had more than enough reason to want Danny Mainer to win at Seven Deadly Sins. For one, Danny Mainer made the company a lot of money. Perhaps once Mainer was gone, and the issues that the two had had were in the past, Hawthorne was able to look onto the situation with a clearer head. Even more importantly however, Hawthorne did not want Jason Freeman as the world champion.

It had nothing to do with his personal feelings for the man. On the one hand, Freeman’s actions were usually despicable from a human perspective. Hawthorne came from the business world however, and he understood what it meant to do what it took to get something done. While he didn’t approve of Freeman’s more harmful actions (such as his actions at Danny Mainer’s wedding) he wasn’t one to judge. What he didn’t like was that in a way, though he would seldom admit it, he found himself worried about Freeman’s rise to power. Freeman was cunning, and he was going to try to take as much power as he could get. While of course Hawthorne was the chairman of ACW, and therefore had ultimate power, that didn’t mean that Freeman was not going to attempt to continue to strengthen Ascendancy. Jon Taylor, of course, was just as much a problem as Freeman, and to have them both with the belts in the same group…it did not bode well.

Hawthorne looks up, and sighs as Jason Freeman himself enters the room. It’s been a while since the two have spoken, but the memories of their conversations are unpleasant ones for Hawthorne. As Freeman takes a seat, as he has so often done in the past, Hawthorne looks at the belt that rests on Freeman’s shoulders. This is of course the first time the two have met with that belt in the equation.

Hawthorne: Well. The World Heavyweight Champion. I have to admit, I didn’t think you would pull it off.

Freeman: Oh, I’m not so sure about that. I definitely think that you HOPED I wouldn’t pull it off, but I have a feeling that you learned a lot from the dealings we have had in the past. You knew I would win that match, Hawthorne, just as everybody did – even if unconsciously.

Hawthorne: That’s hardly important. I assume because you have decided to enter my office unannounced – as you always do – that you must have a matter of some importance to discuss?

Freeman: Hm, as always you want to cut right to the chase. I respect that, as always. After all, I’m a man of business myself as I have said many times before. No point of skirting around the issue. I’m here because I am now the World Heavyweight Champion, and I’m here because I want to tell you what that means.

Hawthorne: Well, I think I’m aware of the definition. I am after all, the chairman, in case you’ve forgotten.

Freeman: You know well what I mean. This championship that I hold here is a lot more than a belt plated with gold. This belt is a symbol. The fact that this title has my name on it means that I am the dominant wrestler in ACW. It means that I am at the top of the food chain. It means that I am the centerpiece of this company. And it means that I have power.

Hawthorne: Well, I suppose most of what you said is true. But I’m afraid the “power” lies with me, despite what you would have me believe.

Freeman sighs deeply and looks at the belt some more. There is a long silence before he answers, and Hawthorne regards him curiously, waiting to hear what he is going to say. Freeman shrugs and looks up once more, and the look in his eyes is one of conviction and force.

Freeman: Silence. You said you wanted to cut down to the chase, and I am not going to engage in formalities any longer than necessary. I will go right to the terms. I will be obeyed, and that means that you are not to argue with the decisions that I shall make. I shall choose when to defend the championship, I shall choose who to defend it against. And from now on, Ascendancy calls the shots in ACW. I just thought you should know that so that I could ensure we were on the same page.

Freeman sits back, obviously knowing that his words were going to stir some anger within the chairman, but saying them anyways. The chairman sees how this is going to be. When Freeman said he was taking over he meant it seriously. He had hoped some of it was just show, or for bravado. Anything to make Freeman look more dominant. But no, he really intended to try to take control of ACW. Well, that just wasn’t going to happen. There was no way that Hawthorne was going to back down to the will of one of his employees, no matter who that employee may be.

Hawthorne: For months you have come into my office, and I have had to deal with you. For months you have attempted to exert your will upon me, and that is going to stop, Freeman.

Freeman: So you have said for months. And yet…somehow, I still manage to get my way. Like when you said we would not do any more dealings, and then you found yourself signing a contract to award me the right to be chairman for a night at a show of my pleasing. A contract that you were lucky I never had occasion to use, for I was about to when Dave Shadow lost his belt and left the company. You see, you can tell me I won’t be receiving my demands, but you have to understand, “boss,” that history has shown that I get what I want.

Hawthorne: You had something over my head at the time.

Freeman: Yes, because I am willing to do things that other superstars are not. I believe I showed that in the events that proceeded me winning this championship in the first place.

Hawthorne: Those actions were despicable.

Freeman: Yes, and they are the kind of despicable actions that you wish you had the ability to enact. For who was it that has dealt with your problems in the past? It was I. I took out BK London because nobody else would do so for you, because as you know you do not exactly have the approval of the majority of the roster. If I wasn’t so “despicable” than maybe you would still be having a problem with the man. You see, I can be a very valuable ally. Ascendancy is made up of the greatest superstars in this business, and if you needed something taken care of, then perhaps some “deals” could be reached, as they have so successfully in the past. There’s no need to turn this into an argument. I only wish you to understand that if you are willing to give in to any demands I may have than perhaps relationships can be very pleasant – mutually so – between us in the months to come. However, if you CANNOT do that…well---

Hawthorne: Listen, Freeman. In the past I have needed your assistance, but I have regretted it each and every time. I’ve realized that I’d be much better off dealing with my own problems than selling my soul to somebody such as yourself, and so things are going to be a little different in the future Freeman. You see, there ARE no more deals. There are going to be no more favors. Are dealings are through, Freeman, and I am not caving to the will of Ascendancy.

Freeman gets to his feet slowly, and casually, and leans forward placing his hands on Hawthorne’s desk. Freeman once again appears casual, but his body language suggests anything but. As usual, Hawthorne does not draw back, and remains seated calmly. Freeman’s body is stooped over ominously, and though his tone is relatively casual the familiar “vulture-like” or “snake-like” quality –as Hawthorne has personally identified it as – remains.

Freeman: You may find this a very unpleasant state of affairs then, Hawthorne. For as the months go on, Ascendancy is going to be the dominating force in ACW. We have the power to hurt anybody we choose to, and we have control over the gold. If you are not willing to cooperate with us, which to be honest I quite expected, then so be it. But I feel obliged to warn you that it may be a decision you regret. That’s all.

Hawthorne: If that’s supposed to be intimidating, it isn’t working. I’ve seen through you, Freeman. You’re a powerful man, surely, but I am more powerful. You want to hurt people? You want to test your will against mine? I don’t suggest you make an enemy of ME Freeman, because whatever “power” you have is nothing compared to what I can do with a stroke of the pen.

Freeman: So this is the game we are going to play?

Hawthorne: No. This isn’t a game.

Freeman: Perhaps not to you.

Hawthorne: Out of my office, Freeman.

Freeman: You should know that---

Hawthorne: Now.

Silence, as Hawthorne’s firm command seems to echo in the quiet hush of the office. Freeman grimaces for a second, but then shrugs. He shifts his belt to the other shoulder – an action that Freeman has taken many a time when wanting to draw attention to the belt – and stands up straight once more, taking his hands off the table. The lines have been drawn. If he had hoped to have things easy with the chairman, that time is over. Hawthorne is done playing games, and is ready to deal with Ascendancy as it needs to be dealt with. But would this power struggle have major consequences? It’s very possible. Freeman realizes that the discussion for now, is over.

Freeman: Okay. I go for now. But watch the six man tag match tonight Hawthorne. Was that your attempt at a punishment to us? Throw us against three guys who want our heads on a platter? Well, they’re becoming examples tonight. Ascendancy shall not be defeated. Goodbye, Hawthorne.

And Freeman turns and exits the office, closing the door. Hawthorne sits back in his chair reflecting on the meeting that had just occurred –a meeting so much like their other ones. Freeman’s hold on Hawthorne had most likely snapped, he had managed to fall under the snake’s spell - to do business with the devil. Hawthorne had been greedy. He had wanted things taken care of and he had sank to the level of having Freeman do his dirty work. But now, he knew that that was not going to happen anymore. Freeman had risen too high, and it was time for Hawthorne to stick his foot down.

If Ascendancy wanted to dominate this company, they weren’t going to do so easily.

Fade.

[Jason Freeman]

"A Hawthorne in my side"
By Claude LeBatard

The scene begins and the camera fades in on a small room somewhere in the ACW arena. The room isn't more than 3 metres by 3 metres in length and width, and is dimly lit by a light hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room. The room has recently been given a new coat of white paint which is obvious from the brush strokes that can be seen on the walls. The carpet in the room is a dull grey with spots of white on it from where the paint has dripped from the walls. It's clearly a rushed job and probably only going to be used for tonight.

On the two opposite sides of the room are doors that look almost identical to each other. Both are made from a smooth white plastic with a new pristine silver door handle. The door handle on the right side of the room is spoilt by a single dot of white paint on the tip of it spoiling the identical effect of the doors.

In the centre of the room is a small, cheap wooden desk with nothing but a phone on it. The desk faces the right door with a small uncomfortable chair behind it made from a moulded plastic, like that of what you would find at some schools. The desk and chair don't do much for the room and the entire room looks rather cheap and dull. The walls are completely bare and the room has a very boring atmosphere.

From the door on the left, behind the desk, comes two voice mumbling. The door handle then rattles before the doors slowly eases open and Maurice backs out wearing his usual grey and tatty chauffeur suit. He closes the door and mumbles something under his breath before walking to the chair. He stares at the chair with a reluctance to actually sit on it.

After a few seconds of pondering and delaying Maurice finally sits down on the chair. He takes off his Chauffuer hat and looks around bored. Maurice eyes the phone and then picks it up putting it to his ear. Maurice takes a quick look around to make sure no one is watching... mainly Claude.

Maurice: Hello, Mr President? You've got a situation?... Twenty thousand Iranian terrorists have taken over Chinatown!? Triads, ninjas and terrorists are all destroying each other, it's a massacre you say? You want me to deal with it? Yes sir!

Maurice puts the phone down and carries on narrating his own little fantasy to ease the pain of his boredom.

Maurice: Just when you thought it was safe to go back to Chinatown! Terrorists, ninjas, triads attack! But they didn't count on Morris Habbadasher, special agent! What's that, fifty thousand nukes are heading this way from Russia!? No problem, I'll just have to fly over to Russia and defeat the evil bad guy Doctor... Karl!

Chris Lawson: Doctor Karl? How very creative. Have you ever considered going into scriptwriting?

Standing in the door way on the right, the door with the paint on it, stands Chris Lawson wearing a brown Armani suit with a black silk tie and white shirt. He takes a few steps in and looks around the room.

Chris Lawson: So, Mr. Le Batard wanted to see me?

Maurice: Yeah... unlucky for you he heard about you working for Hawthorne and he's gone a bit loopy about it...

Chris Lawson: Christ. I didn't think he'd be that quick on the take. He's stuck up his own ass but he's not dumb.

Maurice: Mmmm, just try not to make it worse, he's just through there.

Maurice points to the door behind him with a look of sympathy for Chris across his face. Chris walks to the door, looks at his shoes, looks back up and then knocks on the door. He then walks in shutting the door behind him leaving Maurice to get back to his boredom.

The camera cuts to inside the room Chris just walked into. This room is slightly larger than than the previous one although it has also quickly been painted. Unlike the other this room has been painted a royal blue colour but the carpet is still a dull and unenthusiastic grey, the whole room has a darker tone to it. The room is lit up by a light fitting hanging from the centre of the ceiling, and underneath is is an expensive red, mahogany desk with a chair on each side of it. Random pictures and paintings are dotted around the walls to liven the place up

On the far wall is a large picture of Claude LeBatard posing looking extremely smug in a cream suit and stripey white and blue tie. The chair nearest to the painting is a swivel chair and it if facing the painting. The other chair is a small wooden thing barely fit for a peasant of medieval history.

As Chris walks in he clears his throat and braces for the worst. The swivel chair swings round and sat in it is Claude LeBatard wearing the exact same suit and tie as that in the picture. he has an identical smug look on his face, in fact it is like a duplicate of the painting. Chris looks confused for a second before snapping out of it and waiting for Claude to speak.

Claude: Mr Lawson, I 'ave been expecting you... step into my office.

Chris Lawson: I'm already in your office, Claude.

Claude: Don't get smart wiz me Mr Lawson... take a seat.

Chris walks to the wooden seat and sits down quickly hoping to get the shouting out the way.

Claude: I assume you know what zis is about...

Chris Lawson: Well you already scalded me last week for putting too many ice cubes in your coffee and there's only one other thing I can imagine it'd be so yeah, I think it's safe to say I know what you're talking about.

Claude: Lets get down to business then, I want to give you ze raise.

Chris Lawson: What, really?!

Claude: No you incompetent buffoon! You went behind my back and agreed to work for Hawthorne!

Chris Lawson: If I take you out for lunch tomorrow will that make everything better again?

Claude: Silence! You will not speak back to me when I am developing you! 'Ow dare you go against my wishes and work for someone else! You are my lawyer, MINE, not his! MINE! MINE! MINE! I'm warning you Mr. lawson, if I find you working for ANYONE else without my permission you will feel ze full extent of my boot!... I am paying you good money Mr Lawson. Do not throw it away, if I fire you, you certainly won't be working for Mr Hawthorne eizer. Now I expect you to remain faithful to me. Everyone in my employ is a team Mr Lawson, and if you change teams when ever you like we don't know if i can pass ze ball to you, now we're down 5-0. Ze team can't function if one of its players is running all over ze place willy nilly. Do I make myself clear Mr Lawson?

Chris Lawson: A little.

Claude: If you don't start functioning to the task of which you were employed, you will not be functioning at all, Mr Lawson. Now, I have an interview to get ready for, get out.

Chris stands up and scampers out of the room while Cluade leans back in his chair and the camera slowly fades out.

[Jason Freeman]

I'm Back! (CP)

For the past six months, insanity has ravaged Chris Phenomenal. His possession by the Seraphim leading to a quest to destroy The Scorpion, leading to a state of surrender. Now however, with the Seraphim destroyed and his abscence last week, the question is, what will he do for an Encore.

With Monday Night Warfare returning in from commercial to the opening of 'Hate Me Now' by Nas the crowd begins to jeer as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back of the ACW arena. With little fanfare, he processes down to the ring before sliding in, foregoing the usual pagentry associated with ducking between the ropes. He has come prepared, ostensibly with a message, as getting to his feet, he procures a microphone from the pocket of his sweater.

Chris: “Cut my music.”

The music cuts but the difference is not noticeable as the jeers come down on Chris Phenomenal. Some for his past, some for the disgusting acts that he committed at Seven Deadly Sins in the House of Tortures match, and others simply because that's what all the cool kids do. The loud cat calls do not hold Chris back though as he simply speaks over them.

Chris: “FINALLY, I have come back ... to ACW.”

More heat for Chris Phenomenal.

Chris: “Yet how can I be back if I never left ACW? For the past six months you have seen me, or felt my presence in some way shape or form. It wasn't me however, it wasn't the Chris Phenomenal who started off at the bottom of the totem pole, apprenticing under Macho Man RDK and The Senator before finally striking pay dirt, I was simply a religious zealot, fighting against what I was about.

Yet now, I am back. A man who hasn't won a match in the past six months, who, for all intents and purposes should be regarded as a two bit curtain jerker, will get back to the top of the mountain. Last year, I was nominated for eight, ACW Awards, I won three of them and I'm going to get back there again. ACW is at a cross roads once more, the old guard stepping out and the new guard stepping in. I am the only constant!

Yet being a constant does not mean relevancy and in order to make it to the top, I need to be relevant. Last year I made it through the top through blood, sweat and tears and the same thing will happen this year. Some of you might see this as simple hyperbole on my behalf but I assure that I am a man of my words and to prove it tonight, someone will suffer.

ACW acts at equilibrium and for me to rise, someone will have to fall ...

because I, am SIMPLY, PHENOMENAL!!!”

With that, Chris drops the microphone as 'Hate Me Now' begins to play and we cut away.

[Jason Freeman]

Public Enemy Number One
Claude LeBatard

The scene begins backstage at the latest addition in a long line of ACW's Monday Night Warfare. In the foreground of the camera shot are ACW's resurected frenchman, Claude Lebatard and Charlotte King standing ready for an interview. Claude is wearing a black pinstripe Armani suit and a white 100% cotton shirt with a black tie. His jet black hair his slicked back allowing his perfect face to stand out and glisten in the light. His wide smile grins from one ear to the other across his face like a cheshire cat and he's got a look in his eye that lets you know he's "the man". He stands with his arms folded and his legs shoulder width apart ready to do business.

Charlotte stands just to the left of him with a tight, black top and a pair of denim jeans excentuating her curvy figure. Her blonde hair hangs down resting gently on her shoulders, brushing softly against her face. She stands coated in an excessive amount of blusher on her cheeks and the eye liner she's wearing doesn't compliment her eyes in the slightest, but we're not here to pick out flaws with the interviewer. In Charlottes right hand she has an ACW branded microphone that she's resting against her chest as she waits for the camera to come on air and the interview to begin.

Claude stares intently at the microphone and how it is nestled into her bosom, oh what Claude whate give to have his face motorboating those 36Ds. Maybe it's the drought of women Claude has been suffering from in the past few weeks but he just can't stop staring at her breasts. All sorts of unspeakable thoughts run through his head, oh what he'd do to wake up next to a pair of breasts like that. Suddenly the thought of Maurice dancing in a leather thong and hairy man boobs pops into Claude's head and he snaps out of it with a look of disgust across his face. Claude quickly finds his game face and recovers.

The two are standing in an everyday, dull corridor with cream coloured walls and a grey linoleum stlye flooring for the sole purpose that it's easier to clean than other floors. In camera shot behind the interviewer and interviewee is a black backdrop with "Warfare" written on it in large white letters with a highlighted outline. The stage is set, now all thats needed is the camera crew to be set up properly. The final sound and camera check is just being made. As they wait Claude and Charlotte pass coments to each other. However, what starts as friendly banter may not end that way.

Claude: May I just say miss, your outfit is excellent.

Charlotte blushes although you can barely tell due to the copious amounts of blushers she's applied. She chuckles nerverously before replying.

Charlotte: Why thank you.

Claude: It really excentuates your lovely figure, and I love ze O' natural look you have got going on.

Charlotte: Excuse me?...

Claude: As a patron of ze arts and a prominent frenchman and wooer of ze ladies, I know it takes courage for ze lady not to shave ze armpit. Bravo to you.

Charlotte: I shaved this morning!

Claude: Zen zer must be a full moon out because I swear zat 'air is growing in miles per hour. And zat perfume you're wearing... I know its called Odor Tóilét but you don't have to acctually get it from ze toilet.

Charlotte: When this is done we're not speaking again ok!?

Claude: If it means i don't have to smell your breath again zen yes, what did you 'ave to eat today, raw onions?

Charlotte: You're a jerk.

The two new aquaintances go silent as the director for the interview gives the signal that theyre about to go on air. How the two will get this interview off without a hitch now is anyones guess. But that's what proffesionals do, and Claude is just that, a proffesional. The camera goes live and Charlotte lifts the microphone to he mouth with a smile.

Charlotte: Hey, I'm Charlotte King and this week i'm joined by arrogant frenchman Claude LeBatard.

Claude: Bonjour Char...

Charlotte: Claude here was just telling me the funniest joke, what was it Claude?

Claude:... errrr...

Charlotte: Come on Claude, what was it? Wasn't it something about Samuel Hawthorne and how you think he's a sissy?

Claude: Didn't you give Danny Mainer ze 'erpies?

Charlotte: Moving on...

Claude: Yes, ze main reason i'm 'ere Charlotte is to complain zat last week YOU gave ze interview to my "part-ner" Pubic Enemy, how dare you after all I...

Charlotte: What ddi you say?

Claude: You- gave -ze inter...

Charlotte: No-no, after that.

Claude: How-dare-you...

Charlotte: No before that.

Claude:Pubic Enemy?

Charlotte: It's Public Enemy...

Claude: No, it's Pubic Enemy...

Charlotte: I'm 100% sure it's Public Enemy!

Claude: I am ze one zat wreslte in ze ring with 'im I know zat 'e's called Pubic Enemy!

Charlotte: PUBLIC Enemy is a she...

Claude: PUBIC Enemy is a he!

Charlotte: PUBLIC ENEMY!

Claude: PUBIC ENEMY!

Charlotte: PUBLIC ENEMY!

Claude: PUBIC ENEMY!

Charlotte: PUBLIC ENEMY!

Claude: PUBLIC ENEMY!

Charlotte: PUBIC ENEMY!

Claude: AH-HA! SO YOU ADMIT IT!

Charlotte: Look... do you have anything else before we run out of time?

Claude: Yes, tonight you will see moi, Claude LeBatard and my tag team partner who's name is under debate defeat ze Southern Smashers. We are already probably ze most dominant tag team and we've only 'ad ze one match. Ladies and gentlemen, on zat note, i'd like to thank you all and introduce Maurice.

Claude takes a few steps back and the lights on the entire corridor go down plunging everyone into darkness. A spotlight shines brightly onto the floor infront of the camera and Maurice slowly strindes into it wearing a jet black tux and black bow tie. His hair is combed to the left and he has a microphone clutched betwixt his fingers. He closes his eyes as some farmiliar music plays. Maurice dances along while he introduces the song in a deep voice, similar to that of a Barry White or other large black men.

Maurice: I'd like to end this interview in song... are you ready?

The introduction to the song finally finishes and Maurice begins singing to everyones favourite song of Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley.

Maurice: We're no strangers to looove, you know the rules and so do I. A full commitment's what i'm thinking of, you wouldn't get this from any other guy. I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling, gotta make you udnerstand.

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!
NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!
NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND!
AND DESERT YOU!
NEVER GONNA MAKE YOU CRY!
NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE!
NEVER GONNA TELL A LIE!
AND HURT YOU!

As Maurice continues to sing the camera fades out and the scene ends so no one else has to bare the atrocity that is Never Gonna Give You Up.

[Jason Freeman]

THE SOUTHERN SMASHERS
[Evan Dixon & Rich Richardson]

VS

TWISTED STEEL & SEX APPEAL
[Claude LeBatard & Public Enemy]

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BEFORE THE MATCH

At first, some generic slide guitar plays over the speakers as the Fallout and Independent legends that are The Southern Smashers step out of the curtains getting themselves a fairly decent sized pop from the fans. They might not have been expecting much but they certainly got themselves a good reaction coming out here tonight to face their opponents. They quickly make their way to the ring and take positions as the ACW fanbase get rowdy in anticipation.

“Steel Lord on Wheels” by Hibria blasts through the speakers and an entire cacophony of rampant crowd jeering consumes the audience. The pop that The Southern Smashers got is nothing compared to this roaring disapproval that the team of Claude LeBatard and Public Enemy get as they step out of the curtain together. Claude takes his time to pose at the top of the stage and really flourish in the negative reactions from the crowd while Enemy simply shakes her head and walks right on down without a second look at the audience members. They then climb into the ring.

Before the match even begins the brawls break out the two Virginia born wrestlers are quick on the attack wanting to earn themselves international recognition on the grand scale. Even before the bell rings the bigger man Evan Dixon goes after Claude and simply throws him out of the ring leaving the two guys in alone with Public Enemy.

THE MATCH

Evan & Rich grabbed both the arms of Enemy as the bell rings signalling the start of the match and drag her into a Double Clothesline attempt. These two Virginians are quick up on the take slamming her to the ground hard as Claude lays on the floor outside. Realizing they have a limited time in which to steal a handicap pinfall they start to stamp Enemy rapidly without much consideration for her ribs. Enemy curls up into a ball and gets kicked and rocked from either side by the two as the referee starts to count. Not wanting to get disqualified Dixon quickly makes his way to the ringside leaving Rich alone with Enemy. He locks in a Bulldog Headlock and starts to wrench followed by an Over the Hip throw to take down the blonde hellcat and put her on the mat as he keeps her clamped down.

Claude finally makes his way onto the apron but not to his feet as Enemy writhes her way out of the hold. Both on a vertical basis instead of opting for a tag Enemy wants revenge on Richardson and attempts a Knife Edge Chop right to the chest of the smaller Southern Smasher but Richardson ducks and slips behind his Californian opponent. He lifts Public Enemy onto his shoulders signalling for some form of devastating manoeuvre but Enemy slams on the brakes and hits an elbow right into the temple of Richardson. Sliding down the back she tucks her arm around the thigh of Richardson and using his off-balance moment rolls him up but far from it for her to actually go for a pinfall she slaps on The Punk Rock Lock out of nowhere, the deadly Knee-Bar clamped in tight.

The match quickly speeds up from here with The Punk Lock Rock soon broken and with a Floorgasm completely smashing the face of Rich Richardson both participants were left too tired to continue and forced to make the tag. Evan Dixon and Claude Le Batard storm the ring. Dixon attempts a clothesline but Claude ducks and lays into Dixon with a big series of Machine Gun Chops. Backing up into the ropes Dixon tries to cover up but can't. CLB whips Dixon across the rope who comes back with a side elbow attempt but CLB ducks and slips behind him hooking a Release German Suplex for good measure. Dragging Dixon to his corner he climbs the turnbuckle and attempts The Trebuchet but Dixon rolls out of the way. Dixon tries to crawl back to his corner slowly as CLB remains out of it but in turn CLB tags in his partner Enemy who runs to the rescue.

She runs after Dixon but she tags in Richardson who storms into the ring full throttle attempting to Clothesline Enemy but Enemy ducks and instead Richardson runs over and boots Claude off the apron on an adrenaline rush as the crowd go wild. Not one to be out smarted again by Enemy he rushes back and catches Enemy with a big time Scoop Slam followed by a Running Elbow Drop. The crowd go electric as Evan looks to have this one in the bag. He raises an arm in the air and lets out a battle cry as he drags Enemy to her feet. With an Irish Whip she hurtles across the ring and returns with Evan trying to gun for a Powerslam but Enemy twirls around him and from absolutely NOWHERE nails Chaos Collision. slamming him right to the mat. Claude back on the apron the decision is now obvious.

Tagging in her partner, CLB surveys athe scene and Richardson who is too tired to even stand at his corner and instead lays on the apron is victim to a Baseball Slide sending him crashing to the mat leaves only Dixon in the ring the victim of Public Enemy's finishing move. CLB raises a finger grabs one of Dixon's legs and holds it up raising a finger in the air to signal the end before dragging him towards his corner. Slapping on Le Grand Finale Claude locked in the Cloverleaf and with his free hand tags in Enemy who rushes to complete it with the Cali-Clutch. The hybrid submission move is too much for Dixon to take who simply taps out furiously.

POST-MATCH

Making sure to hold onto the submission for a couple of seconds after the bell rings, the referee threatens to reverse the decision and on the count of four they both break their respective locks though the damage is done to Dixon and Rich Richardson is nowhere to be seen. Both members of Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal exit stage left laughing at Dixon groans in the middle of the ring in agony, the crowd booing them out of the building. As they reach the stage both members of the team stop, share a hug and then take one last look back at The Southern Smashers laughing at their pain as Richardson tends to Dixon's injuries as finally the screen fades black.

[Jason Freeman]

ICE MAKER
Chris Lawson l Claude Le Batard l Public Enemy

-Sat in his locker-room chilling on the couch is none other than French Sensation Claude LeBatard who is idly glossing through a Sears catalogue out of total boredom. The sensual, pleasure-loving Frenchman takes great interest in the female underwear section if only for the attractive models and not his own sense of sexual deviancy. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Maurice is fixing himself up a sandwich in a true Scooby-Doo fashion. A five layer meat-feast with various chicken, lettuce, tomato's, beef and mayonnaise to round off the goodness that'll satisfy even the most die-hard of munchies.

Claude leafs through the pages silently until a rapid knocking at the door disturbs his private time with Catalina the Puerto Rican underwear model. Frowning, he turns to Maurice and barks some orders as is the usual when something needs to be done and Claude can't be bothered to do anything about it. It's what Maurice is paid to do though, right?-

Claude: Who's that knocking on ze door? Maurice, see to it.

Maurice: Why me?

Claude: You're closer.

Maurice: No, you are. You're on the couch and I'm in the kitchen. You're miles closer.

Claude: Who's zee world class athlete?

Maurice: You are.

Claude: And who needs ze exercise?

Maurice: I do.

Claude: Case closed. Get ze door!

-Grumping, Maurice strolls through the locker room towards the door and opens it to see the all-leather wearing, all chain-jangling dreg of society Ms. Public Enemy standing at the door with her arms crossed and a smile on her face. It's not with any regularity that people see Enemy in a happy mood but she's here now and seems pretty content. Maurice turns back to Claude.-

Maurice: It's that Public Enemy girl, should I let her in?

-Scoffing as she hears this, Enemy doesn't wait for Claude's response and simply barges in shoving Maurice to one side.-

Public Enemy: Move out the way, fatass.

-She walks into the main area of the locker-room as Maurice tries to hide the feelings hurt that Enemy has just delivered upon him.-

Claude: What is it zat you want?

Public Enemy: I'm not in a good mood and even when I'm happy I don't tend to “do” diplomacy so I'd suggest you try not to test my patience.

Claude: Diplomacy? You physically and verbally abused my man-servant within five seconds of your arrival. How is zat diplomacy? Look at him!

-Both turn to see Maurice who shies away from the stares he receives, bottom lip quivering with his hand nursing his shoulder where Enemy shoved him.-

Public Enemy: Whatever. I just wanted to say that despite being an arrogant frog you're actually pretty good in the ring. We beat The Limey's last week and we beat those stupid hicks up before and I'm thinking us as a team should be a regular thing. I don't particularly like you or your little fat butler over there but something out there works in that ring. We're undefeated and we barely know each other and though there's no tag division in ACW I'd like to think we could work towards restarting it again if we stuck together and if not? We have allies. Strength in numbers.

Claude: I like zis zat you are saying. How about we discuss zis over drinks? What can Maurice get you?

Public Enemy: Vodka, straight. I need something that a spill in a chemical plant to get rid of the stench of those Texans. Smells like wet ass.

Claude: MAURICE?! Get the lady a Crème de Menthe.

Public Enemy: Do I look like I suck dicks to you?

Claude: Well I wouldn't want to be one to make a judgement but-

-A sharp elbow to the ribs silences the cocky Frenchman. Enemy takes a seat next to Claude and soon Maurice returns with the drinks. They engage in pleasant conversation making idle chit-chat for a bit and it seems that they're getting on quite nicely now until suddenly there's another knock at the door.-

Claude: Oh for Christ's sake, what is zis? A cafe? Breakfast at LeBatard's? Do I look like Audrey Hepburn to you people?! Maurice, go get-

-The person knocking doesn't wait and simply opens the door. It's none other than world-famous TV lawyer Chris Lawson wearing a dark brown suit and carrying a folder. All eyes are on him as he strolls in and there's an awkward silence. Maurice is passive to his intrusion as is Claude but the odd one out of the group, Public Enemy's eyes lock onto Lawson's and a series of lightning fast brain-waves form into her head leading into instant recognition. Five years ago, an armed robbery in Downtown LA and the man who's vigilantism put her behind bars. Her eyes burnt hot with fury.-

Public Enemy: Fucking Hell, I can't stand the stench of eggplants around here. I'm gonna' have to go boys. I've got shit to break and Hell to raise but I'll talk to you later. Don't try and get in contact with me. I'll find you.

Claude: Alrighty zen!

-Enemy storms towards the door shoving Lawson out the way, his files spilling out onto the floor as a result. Scrambling to hectically pile them together Lawson wipes his brow as Enemy slams the door behind her.-

Claude: Chris, look what you 'ave done! You made Enemy leave!

Chris Lawson: How could I possibly be responsible for her leaving?

Claude: Because your reputation as a JUDAS is getting around. She'll think you spiked her drinks so you feed her unconscious body to hippo's!

Chris Lawson: Not this backstabbing stuff again. I've just told Hawthorne I won't be doing any work for him so shut it, alright? If I get kicked out of the building it's your fault.

Claude: Nobody would DARE kick out someone who is 'ere on my request, who would DARE mess with Monsieur Le Batard?

Chris Lawson: Uh, how about the blonde girl that was in here just a second ago? She left a box of Tampax on your coffee table.

Claude: No she didn't, and zat “blonde woman” has a name.

Chris Lawson: Yeah, one that you can't even pronounce. I heard your interview before, “Pubic Enemy”. Had me in stitches.

Claude: ZIP IT Chris or I will have you flown back to Kenya or whatever shithole you came from!

Chris Lawson: Los Angeles.

Claude: Los Angeles, Kenya, same difference. They're still full of ugly animals. Now go, GO do some law work for Mr. Hawthorne, I need ze money.

Chris Lawson: But you're fabulously wealthy.

Claude: My pay-cheque isn't coming in 'til next week and I've yet to renegotiate profit payment from my various business interests and I've got ze rumblies for a croissant right now!

Chris Lawson: Whatever, I'll go buy you a bag of croissants.

Claude: Zat is a good lawyer.

Maurice: And get me a cappucino while you're at it? There's a Starbucks only down the road. Thanks mate.

-Lawson stops, turns and shoots Maurice a look to kill.-

Maurice: Or not, that's fine. No worries.

-Lawson turns and leaves again, when Maurice who's the absolute pinnacle of people who can't even make it onto the social ladder in the first place starts giving you orders you know you've hit a new low. Lawson will no doubt leave to go buy croissants and coffee but in his mind he's playing a mental game of who to kill first. There's a boiling point and eventually Chris is going to reach it but who will be first to die?-

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: Yet Another Interview
(Credit: Senator)

As Senator Steve Phillips exits his old office, he's met right outside by, you guessed it, Kevin Anderson.

Kevin: Hey, Senator Phillips! You're back in your office!

The Senator: Yes, indeed I am, and I notice that you stationed a convenient motion tracker device in my doorway.

Kevin: The internet demands knowledge.

Senator: And I demand that you get out of my way, you little nincompoop!

Kevin: But, but, I'm here to ask you some important questions for the people!

Senator: You know better, I have some strategizing to do with the rest of my team. I have warmups to complete. And I do not have time to waste on you.

Kevin: I've been meaning to ask, since you've been talking about becoming an independent in politics, breaking away from the Democrats in a time where being a member of that party isn't beneficial for you, do you intend to leave Ascendancy when...

Senator: Political questions are not tolerated in the ACW Arena! I am here to compete, not to debate! No comment!

Kevin: But the real question was that...

Senator: You are irritating me very quickly. Dare I suggest that my warmup could consist of some Muay Thai training on a live dummy? A dummy that might make a great representation of an opponent for me to slam my knee into repeatedly, to bash my elbows against, over and over? Do you catch my drift, you puny twerp?

Kevin: Um, next question, do you consider yourself the conscience of Ascendancy? Where your teammates are ruthless, cruel, and hated by the fans, you're the old veteran who knows how to plan attacks the right way, and keep them from wreaking havoc, correct?

Senator: Loaded questions...oh do I loathe loaded questions, not only do I have to deal with the Washington Times trying to shoehorn me into denying that I care about the health of the taxpayer, but I now have you trying to put words into my mouth concerning my team! Get this straight, Ascendancy is a team, we operate as a cohesive unit...

Kevin: But, but, Taylor and you pretty much hate...

Senator: We hate losing! And I especially despise a pencil necked geek who comes at me with faux populist ambush statements disguised as fairminded questions, and tries to make me talk when I have to be elsewhere! Now, unless you wish to feel the cold hard, renovated floor here, I warn you to make yourself scarce and allow me passage to the Ascendancy locker room without the annoyance of your pestering presence!

And with that, the Senator storms off, leaving our intrepid interviewer in the dust.

Kevin Anderson: Maxwell, Eddie, this is Kevin Internet Anderson signing off, back to you...whew.

Fade Out

[Jason Freeman]

Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammandi vs. Simba Mufasa (Laron)

At Seven Deadly Sins Simba Mufasa watched his boys, The Communist Internationale fall to the Tag Team of Gloriousness. He started it off with a tirade against his former rival, Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammandi, before getting his head knocked in by Laron Xavier. Now he sets off on a gauntlet of sorts against the Tag Team of Gloriousness to gain his comeuppance.

As both men stare across at each other, Simba makes the first move poking Ali in the eye. From there he grabs the arm and steps over with an arm wringer before snapping him to the ground. Ali however utilizes his speed advantage by rolling back through and then popping to his feet and scoring with the reverse roundhouse kick utilized by Laron Xavier. Getting the two count, he looks to pull up Simba, who in turn rolls him up. Ali kicks out at two before swiftly switching right into a gogoplata out of nowhere, the crowd in awe at the jiu jitsu skill examplified by Ali.

It takes only two seconds for Simba to tap, as Ali gets to his feet and is announced the winner.

WINNER: ALI AHMED MEHRMOHAMMANDI!

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: Re-Acquaintence (Credit: Freeman/CP)

The camera fades in to the backstage area – obviously something of interest must be going down. We fade right into the face of one of the most hated men in ACW – Chris Phenomenal. The crowd boos as he appears on the screen, and walks down the hallway. While in the recent past he had seemed unstable and quite possibly insane, he now seems to have regained his focused. His issues with The Scorpion have left their scars upon his body, after the brutal House of Tortures match. But now he is ready to move on. Suddenly however, he hears a voice from behind him. A voice that he recognizes instantly.

: Well, if it isn’t my old friend Chris Phenomenal. Fancy seeing you here tonight.

Chris Phenomenal turns around, to see one of the other most hated men in ACW – Jason Freeman. The World Heavyweight Champion. Freeman as always has his title belt over his shoulder, and he makes sure to shift the position of the belt slightly so as to draw attention to it. CP doesn’t say anything immediately, but his eyes tell the whole story. There is a history between the two competitors, although much of it had occurred while the championship rested on Chris Phenomenal’s waist. Now the power has shifted to the other side, and Freeman obviously wants that to be known.

Freeman: It certainly has been a while, hasn’t it? You know, seeing you standing there I can’t help but think back on old times. You know what comes to mind? All of the words that spewed from your mouth upon my return. I’m curious - do you happen to remember them? At the time you were the World Heavyweight Champion, ironically enough. It was a time period where all you would do was run your mouth off about myself. Of course it was nothing but words.

CP: Well, to be honest Freeman, I don’t remember. The only thing that I remember about you in that time period is that I think I threw you out of the Fallen Heroes battle royal, after basically beating you to a pulp in the ring. Or something like that.

Freeman doesn’t get angry by CP’s words, and in fact he seems merely amused. Whether or not CP’s words actually bothered him is unclear, but if they did he is not letting that on. It’d be hard to imagine that they didn’t though, at least slightly. Freeman felt entitled to the win at Fallen Heroes, and when he didn’t get it it had taken him a while to regain his standing. It had been a major setback for him. Perhaps it is the fact that he now stands as the world champion that allows him to brush it off. Ascendancy’s domination as of late certainly seems to have given him a boost in confidence (not that he needed one.)

Freeman: Yes, that did happen, and I will admit that it was a setback that made my job that much harder. You see, I should have won that match, but somehow you managed to get lucky and get me out of the ring. I suppose it happens to the best. It’s no matter, though. What you didn’t account for was the fact that I am more determined than you are, and I was not going to let one little loss inhibit me from winning the championship I was so sorely owed. So now four months later here I stand, with the world title belt on my shoulder - something that I believe you said I could never accomplish. Well, I did, and I did so by defeating a man that defeated you twice. It only took me one try, Phenomenal.

CP: Well, the rumor around back is that Danny Mainer would have won that match. Some think he had other issues going through his head that night, and that for some reason he paused when he could have left the cage and won. I’ve heard people say your win was a fluke.

If CP’s words before had not affected Freeman, this one must have. For a split second Freeman’s composure seems to break. It’s very slight, and just in his eyes, but it’s there. If there is one thing Freeman doesn’t like, it’s people assuming his victory was hollow. After all, he had worked so long for it, that he was finally ready to be treated with the respect he deserved. CP smirks slightly as he realizes that he may have hit something.

Freeman: Ah, people have “said” that? You say that’s the “rumor”? Well I ask you then, Phenomenal. Why have I not heard about it? You’d think if there was any doubt as to the validity of my victory they’d say it to my face. Talk is talk, but they all know that when it comes down to it, if they were to challenge Ascendancy and myself they would fall one by one. So of course that would lead to muttered whisperings and challenges. It arises to nothing more than that. They know they can’t face the might of Ascendancy, and they’re afraid of us, and so they talk behind our backs. Well don’t talk to me about what “would” have happened. There’s only one thing I know. In the end, I walked out of that Novgorod Enclosure. Danny Mainer threw everything he had at me and he could not keep me down. It was a championship matchup and if he couldn’t keep his mind on the match at hand, then that only proves I am more focused than he. Once again, I show you that I hold the world title belt on my shoulder, and draw your attention to the fact that Danny Mainer is gone from this company for good, and that is all that matters.

CP: Yeah, you do have that belt now, and I don’t. I can’t dispute the facts. But the only reason I didn’t take the title back from Danny Mainer was because I was busy with a different problem. If you hadn’t noticed, I’d been facing The Scorpion.

Freeman: Ah…I think I did catch that. Now, mind you, I was busy preparing for my main event that night, but I think I did catch you in the middle of the ring. It seemed to me that you were tapping out, though, strangely enough.

Now CP’s face hardens, and it seems that maybe Freeman has struck a blow now. Just how it got under Freeman’s skin earlier at the suggestion that he had had a victory solely because Mainer had second thoughts, CP does not like the submission being thrown in his face. After all, it had been the first time he had tapped out in his entire ACW career. He had nothing to be ashamed of, it was a brutal match, and both men had left scars on the other. Still, though, after being able to boast for so long that he had never submitted, to no longer have that as an accolade does have an effect.

CP: It doesn’t matter. I had problems with Scorpion, and they’re settled. That’s the past. Now, I’ve got a new mindset. A more focused mindset. And maybe it’s time I get back the world heavyweight championship. I think I might just set my sights on that.

Freeman: Hmm…interesting. Well, I’m afraid I can’t suggest that as a good idea for your health. You see, I’ve already decided on my first opponent, and---

CP: Who, Simba Mufasa?

Freeman: …Ah, how funny. No, I have decided upon an opponent more formidable than yourself, as much as your massive ego would reject the possibility. I have no worries about my inevitable success, but it is going to take a large measure of my effort and concentration. I really have no desire to worry about two opponents at the same time, especially when one of them is yourself who hardly is worth my time regardless. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to discourage your targeting of this belt, because I’m simply not going to give you the shot. And if you were to try to get at me, you’d probably find that Ascendancy proves too much to handle.

CP: Trust me, Freeman. I’m only going to say this once. You can say all you want about Ascendancy, but if I decide to go for that belt you aren’t going to be able to stop me.

There is a tension as the two men glare into each other’s eyes, both trying to cause the other one to back down, and neither one doing so. A few seconds pass, and Freeman raises a hand and shrugs. He evidently has had enough of this conversation. He turns to walk away, but before he does, he keeps his head towards Chris Phenomenal, and speaks in a voice that would intimidate many a superstar. Perhaps CP is not worried, but Freeman nevertheless makes his stance clear.

Freeman: We shall see.

And Freeman now walks down the hallway, as Phenomenal watches the championship that once belonged to him get further and further away. Just seeing the belt again, especially on Jason Freeman, has hardened Phenomenal’s determination. If he was focused before, that focus increases tenfold. He would not allow that belt to rest on the shoulder of Jason Freeman for long. He would have his shot at the championship again.

Fade.

[Jason Freeman]

ANTITHESIS
Jon Taylor l Public Enemy

-Backstage on Monday's favourite show is of course none other than ACW's newest superstar Public Enemy standing on her own sipping at a can of Dr. Pepper not paying any real heed to the spermicidal properties that this fizzy drink contains and with good reason because as alpha male and domination based her ideologies may be she doesn't have a penis and therefore doesn't need to worry about sperm cells being killed by the delicious which is always a bonus right ladies? Speaking of penis's however her private space is quickly invaded by none other than one of Freeman's own boys and ACW's official Entertainment Champion Mr. Jon Taylor who looks as cocksure as ever with a big grin on his face and a “I'm Better Than You!” attitude plasted on every definable inch of his character.

Walking slowly along the corridor he turns and notices the blonde wearing an Anarchy t-shirt and is surprised as he personally thought that Hawthorne didn't hire women and that the only reason Charlotte King still has a job is because of Affirmative Action. However, true or untrue as that maybe Public Enemy is here now and unfortunately for Jon Taylor he has absolutely no idea who she truly is and to be honest neither do most of the ACW fans who know her simply as “Frenchy's Tag Partner” or “That bitch who swore at Charlotte King a lot and compared ACW to China or something like that”. Regardless of what little people know if her one thing is for sure she's clearly not the type who takes well to sure-of-themselves guys with the kind of mentality where they are convinced that the Earth in fact revolves around them and not that stupid, orangey glow-disk in the sky we like to call the sun so this really is a train wreck waiting to happen.-

Jon Taylor: Oi bitch, go get me a coffee..now!

Public Enemy: Huh?

Jon Taylor: What, do I stutter bitch? I said...GET ME A FUCKING COFFEE!

-Public Enemy bites her bottom lip to try and contain her smirk. She folds her arms and strolls right up into Taylor's grill looking him straight in the eye with no fear.-

Jon Taylor: ...? Why don't you take a photo? It'll last longer.

Public Enemy: Of you? Pfft. I don't know about you but I personally think you're fucking hideous.

Jon Taylor: ...what did you say?!

Public Enemy: Oh, do I stutter bitch? Or are you in disbelief that someone, a girl no less has the guts to stand up to a pig...

-She prods him in the chest fiercely with a sharp, bony finger.-

Public Enemy: … like...

-She prods him again harder this time right in the middle of the ribcage.-

Public Enemy: … YOU.

-This time a two handed shove right to the chest as she gets right up in his face. So far up in his grill that she can chew the fat off the bars. At this point now Taylor is completely outraged that someone, a girl no less would defy him. He growls, his chest heaves up and down as he takes rapid breaths as his blood begins to boil. However, seeking a resolution...-

Jon Taylor: RIGHT THAT'S IT! You have--

-Public Enemy cuts him off.-

Public Enemy: I'm not making you a coffee.

Jon Taylor: BUT!

Public Enemy: NO.

-Pure animalism consumes Taylor and without thinking he lunges a big right hand straight for the face of Public Enemy. He cracks her square in the jaw and sends her crashing to the ground with a one hit drop. She slides across the floor as she falls landing near a staging crate. Taylor stares at her, furious but a tiny bit concerned wondering if he's actually capable of a one hit knock out. Shooting down his dreams of being an amateur boxer Public Enemy looks up at Taylor smiling, a little bit of blood on her lip. She pushes herself up to her feet, staggering up slowly with a big grin on her face.-

Jon Taylor: That's what you get for being a stubborn bitch!

-Enemy smirks, her eyes sparkling with desire now.-

Public Enemy: Oh baby.... that... was awesome. Do it again!

Jon Taylor: Wh-... what?!

Public Enemy: Hit me again!

Jon Taylor: ....huh? WHY?!

Public Enemy: Just fucking do it, that was SO hot... ohhhhh.

-She grabs Taylor's curled up fist in her own bony white hands and swings his fist at herself cracking her in the jaw again. Taylor freaks out now as this girl actively encourages her own facial destruction as a bruise begins to well up on her left cheek.-

Public Enemy: Oh what is it you pussy, not man enough to hit a woman?

Jon Taylor: You're a fucking PSYCHO, bitch!

Public Enemy: Baby, I'm YOUR psycho. Now hit me again... do you have any brass knuckles or a rolling pin? Oh my God I want you to deform me.

-Jon Taylor can't handle anymore and simply books it down the corridor without so much as a second look at the masochistic tendency riddled Public Enemy. She smirks with glee as Taylor scarpers, a victory for women everywhere and a crushing defeat for mysoginistics like Jon Taylor who honestly believe that women really are only good for three things; cooking, cleaning and vagina's.-

Public Enemy: Dickweed.

-Satisfied with her victory Public Enemy makes her own way off stage right with a smile on her face and the cut welling up with a little blood from her mouth as a result of that jaw-jacking punch she initially received from Jon Taylor.-

-Fade-

[Jason Freeman]

Match 3
Entertainment Championship Match:[/u]
Jon Taylor (c) vs Frank Washington
(Credit: Freeman)

The camera fades back in, and Frank Washington is in the ring, having already made his entrance before the commercial break. Tonight is the biggest match he's had in his ACW career, as he gets a chance to take the Entertainment Championship off Ascendancy member Jon Taylor in Taylor's first title defense! Washington looks determined, and the crowd is already in his favor, just because he is going against Jon Taylor.

McNally: The chance of a lifetime here tonight for Frank Washington, as he gets a chance to win some gold!

Edison: Well, he'll have a hard time against a foe like Taylor.

And suddenly the theme music hits, "Revolution Begins" By Arch Enemy. The crowd instantly boos as Ascendancy member Jon Taylor appears from behind the curtain, Entertaiment Championship gleaming in the lights. He looks determined for his first defense tonight, as he walks down the ramp, eyeing his opponent. Suddenly, however...Taylor stops.

McNally: What's this?

Taylor stands there for a few seconds, eyeing his opponent. Frank Washington motions Taylor to enter the ring, determined and ready. Taylor stands there for a few minutes, his face hardened into a glare as he stares down his opponent...Suddenly, Taylor turns and begins to walk back up the ramp as his music stops! The crowd is shocked and so is Frank Washington as Taylor begins to walk up the ramp, his face a picture of what seems to be anger.

McNally: Taylor's...leaving? But...what is he doing?

Edison: Maybe he forgot to do something?

McNally: I don't think so, I think he's skipping this match!

The crowd begins to boo, as Taylor makes his way backstage, and dissapears behind the curtain, taking the belt with him. Nobody is more furious than Washington however, who was waiting for his chance, and he begins to clench his fists in frustration. Seconds go by, and then a minute, and Washington turns towards Phillip to yell as he hears Phillip announce...

Phillip: Er...due to apparent forfeit, this match has never officially started...so the Entertainment Championship cannot change hands, and Jon Taylor is still the Entertainment Champion!

The crowd begins to boo, Washington storms around the ring, but there's nothing that can be done, and as nothing further appears to be happening the camera fades.

[Jason Freeman]

Monday Night Football (Laron and Thiago)

Tag Team of Undefeatedness! Still, the team of Laron Xavier and Thiago Gracie remain undefeated in ACW competition, though the fact that they haven't been in action since the last time we were told they were undefeated, it seems kind of redundant. Nevertheless, with the calendar showing the date to be Monday, that means two things, Warfare, and Monday Night Football.

Laron: Run Nigga, pretend da fuzz on ya tail and ya carryin' da rocks and da paper.

Thiago: How you watch this football. It require no skill ...

Laron: Don' get me started on dat pansy ass shit dey play in yo country.

Thiago: Football is beautiful game ...

Laron: No, what would be beautiful is if ya shut ya fuckin' mouth while da game was on.

Thiago: But ...

Laron: Nigga, I will lock you in an armbar if ya ...

Thiago: Weak fujiwara no hurt Thiago. Thiago know ...

Laron: Nigga, just fuck off. I'm tryin' to watch da fuckin' football and ya keep fuckin' talkin' in dat bullshit language o' yours.

Thiago: You sound like coach of Jets, he use not good words often. And what type of name is Jets? Is it strike fear in heart, no. They should be armbar, that would strike fear in hearts. People hear name Rickson, Royce, Roger, Royler, they fear armbar.

Laron: Nigga, ya got ...

Thiago: Thiago no watch this, hurt brain too much. It like drugs, and you see Thiago PSA, Thiago no support drugs.

With that, Thiago leaves the room, plunging it into the quiet Laron so craves.

Laron: Finally dat Nigga .... RUN NIGGA! Go, fuck ya touchdown!

Laron turns to celebrate but his mood turns sombre as he sees Kevin Anderson stride into the room.

Kevin: Hey, there you are! I've been looking to interview you for weeks now Laron! So then

TV: ...scores the touchdown! What a play, that'll go down in history along with....

Kevin: So, what do you have to say about the run of success by the ...

Laron: Nigga, shut da fuck up. I'm tryin' to watch da fuckin' football game.

Kevin: Yes, but it's Warfare and the people, the INTERNET demands that ...

Laron: Da people, da people? Do I look like da fuckin' Rock? Do I do da people's elbow. Shut da fuck up 'bout da people! Dey want to see wrestlin', not ya mug on dey televisions.

Kevin: Yes but you and Thiago are a hot topic ...

Laron: Hot topic? Nigga, ya best be out ya fuckin' mind. Dis ain't no counter culture bullshit wit' all dem angsty teenagers. Dis is fuckin' wrestlin', where da real Nigga's come t' play.

Kevin: No, not the store but a trending topic, like Twitter?

Laron: Twitter? Fuck twitter, it's like da fuckin' I-Pad, for da multimedia period, use an I-pad. Twitter, fo' ya foreplay needs.

Kevin: No, but with the ...

Laron: I don' give a fuck 'bout shit at da moment Kevin, cause I'm tryin' t' watch da fuckin' football game.

Kevin: You know, you curse more than Rex Ryan.

Laron: Fuck dat Nigga.

Kevin: Laron, Rex Ryan is white.

Laron: I know dat Nigga, I ain't blind ya know. I'm not like m' ancestors made to act like fuckin' horses wit' da blinders on, hoeing da fields. Now we just be hoein' da streets t' get dat paper. Say, isn't dat how ya lost ya ...

Kevin: Alright, I'll let you get back to your football game.

Laron: Dat's what I thought!

Kevin: Laron Xavier ladies and gentleman.

And as Kevin Anderson leaves the room our scene fades.

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: Pre-match Preparation (Credit: Ascendancy)

A familiar scene has appeared on the Alphatron. Ascendancy (or at least Ryan Cole, The Senator, and Jason Freeman) standing inside their locker-room, obviously in the midst of a discussion. Tonight is a big night for the group, as they step into the ring as a unit to take on three of their biggest dissenters. Ryan Cole and Senator Phillips have recently faced two of these foes, and would like to continue their winning streak. Jason Freeman has not yet stepped in the ring with them in recent time, though he does have history with the men involved. Jason Freeman is pacing, his world title belt on his shoulder as he speaks, the match obviously the subject of conversation

Freeman: So tonight, after we defeat Dan White, Ivan Boreanaz, and Theodore Wellington, we will once again send a message that Ascendancy cannot be defeated. It's a message we have expressed time and time again, but each time we do so we only grow stronger.

Cole: I think I’ll enjoy once again showing that worthless Theodore Wellington why he never deserved to be in this group in the first place. I chucked him off a ladder at Seven Deadly Sins, maybe tonight I'll pin him. Or, even better, make him submit.

Senator: And I certainly will not mind another round of competition with Dan White. I promise you all that he will be a non-factor in this match, so long as I have my shot at him, he will be eliminated as a threat to either of you.

Freeman: Good. I don’t care what goes down in that ring tonight, and I don’t care who pins who. The only thing that is important - and this is vitally important – is that we end up the victors. Remember that. I don’t want to see any squabbles for glory tonight. We work together like a well-oiled machine tonight and always remember that whichever us gets the pin, Ascendancy is victorious. Samuel Hawthorne has handpicked these opponents for us in an attempt to strike a blow, I am sure of it. He believes that their history with us will make them our biggest threats in the ring, but we have unity on our side. Our opponents all dislike us, but they have no connection with each other. Wellington and Boreanaz did, though that relationship seems to have turned sour if I am reading things correctly, and Dan White has never interacted with them before. We have the advantage as a team.

Freeman continues pacing deep in thought. His discussion with Hawthorne from earlier today runs through his head. It was obvious that Hawthorne was going to attempt to take out Ascendancy, but was this the best that he could do? In Freeman's opinion it was slightly pathetic. Freeman was the world champion, and he was not worried about any of the opponents that would try to take him down tonight in that ring. He knew that Ryan Cole and The Senator were ready as well. Hawthorne was the one that was going to be given a message tonight.

Cole: Well, I think it's about time we show our dominance. You remember our discussion last week, don’t you?

Freeman: Don’t you worry, remember what I spoke of last week. I have picked my next opponent, and we will be letting him know next week.

Cole: Really? Well, that’s a shocker. We’ll be taking action without any objections from---

Senator: I assume you are speaking of yours truly. I have no qualms of making a strike such as this. It is merely a first blow in what will be a long battle, and somebody is going to have to make it. You are not making a needless enemy, but instead going for the preemptive strike on someone who will inevitably cross your path.

Who are the men speaking of? It seems that the fans are as in the dark as the rest of the ACW roster. It seems that one thing is clear. Freeman has picked a target, and soon enough Ascendancy is going to strike. If similar beatdowns to BK London and Danny Mainer are any indication, whoever this target is had better watch out. Everybody in the locker-room would do well to be wary, because if they are Ascendancy's next victim they will have a fight on their hands that may be unwinnable.

It is then that the locker-room door opens, and all heads turn as the fourth Ascendancy member, and Entertainment Champion, enters the room. Just moments before, he was scheduled to defend his championship in a match with Frank Washington but strangely he had merely turned and walked away. Freeman glares as he enters the room, as Taylor meets his eyes. Freeman had been watching the events of the Entertainment Championship match on a monitor, eagerly awaiting to witness a beatdown that had not occured. Freeman had looked ready to continue his discussion, but he instead storms up to Taylor.

Freeman: What was that back there?

Taylor: What was what, Freeman?

Senator: Ah, and now the fun begins...

Freeman: What am I talking about?! The fact that you were scheduled to defend that championship and instead you walked out on the match! What were you thinking?! Tonight the three of us have an opportunity to get another victory for our group, and you had a chance to do so tonight as well. We are supposed to be dominating this company, and you were supposed to be hurting Frank Washington in your first title defense. But instead, you walk out? You leave? Do you know how this makes us look? I wanted you to punish him, and instead you make us look weak by backing out of your own title matches. May I again ask you what exactly you thought you were doing?

Freeman’s tirade ends as he glares at Taylor. The Senator and Ryan Cole observe the situation, curious as well to find out what exactly WAS going through Taylor’s head.

Taylor: What was I doing? I was preserving the integrity of this Championship belt...as well my dignity.

Freeman: Preserving your dignity? Well you did a fine job of that as you walked away without even bothering to face Frank Washington. How exactly was that preserving your dignit? Or Ascendancy's dignity for that matter? You made us look weak tonight.

Taylor: On the contrary Freeman, I did the opposite. Had I walked out there and succumbed to Hawthorne's demands I would not only have tarnished the prestige of this Championship but also made a mockery out of this group as well! Just what has George Washington or whatever he's called done to DESERVE being handed this Title shot, Freeman? Hmm? That's just it though, Freeman - that is the exact reason he was placed in this match..SO Hawthorne could show me up...so he could show YOU up. Hawthorne neither expected nor even contemplated Washington ever winning that match had it taken place...he just wanted to send a message to me. That the idiotic fool still thinks he has a chance in hell of stopping me from doing what the FUCKING hell I feel like doing.

Freeman shakes his head, and takes a deep breath. Taylor can definitely be frustrating, and tonight is no different. But what is going to come as a result of this attitude? Hawthorne has been involved in a struggle with Jon Taylor as of late, and Taylor refusing to defend his championship belt is probably not going to go over well. Especially after the conversation that Freeman had had with Hawthorne earlier tonight. Jon Taylor, apparently, does not care. He has made his decision, but his ego may cost him.

Freeman: If this causes us any setbacks, I shall not be pleased.

Taylor: Like I give a shit, this isn't Freeman hour. Having a vindictive Chairman after you sorta takes priority over your desires, Freeman.

Freeman: I---Whatever. It doesn’t matter. It's done. Tonight the three of us have a six man tag team match, Taylor. You see, we actually will be wrestling the match we were given, and unlike you we will be making an impact.

Taylor: I made more of an impact by defying that son of bitch yet again then you'll ever make.

Freeman: Cole, Phillips…come. It’s time for our match.

Senator: That it is. Let us prepare to enter into war and demonstrate to ACW yet again why Ascendancy does indeed live up to its name. We are here to make a statement, each and every week, and that, my friends, is nothing, but the truth.

With a look towards Taylor, all three men turn and leave the room, the main event approaching and their six man tag team match just around the corner. Taylor looks and rolls his eyes as his stablemates leaves, not bothering to follow them to the ring. Taylor places the Entertainment Championship down rather carelessly, and sits down to reflect upon the events that occurred earlier tonight. He’s made his decision, and doesn’t really care what Hawthorne is going to think about it. After all, it was as he said. Hawthorne was trying to show him up, and he was never going to let that happen. The thought that he has made a mistake never crosses his mind.

Fade.