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Post by The Senator on Sept 28, 2010 0:53:51 GMT -5
Cross vs. Seth Chambers
Tag Team of Gloriousness vs. Public Enemy and Claude Le Batard vs. The Capitalists
The Scorpion vs. Ryan Cole
Main Event ACW World Heavyweight Championship Jason Freeman (C) vs. Chris Phenomenal
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 28, 2010 2:21:58 GMT -5
Segment: Before the Show (Credit: Freeman)
It’s a relatively cool night, as the sweltering heat of summer is finally beginning to break. Some might say it has reached the best weather of the year – not too hot, not too cold. In any case, something as insignificant as the weather is of no concern to the ACW Champion, Jason Freeman, as he prepares for much more important things tonight.
Freeman has had a lot on his mind as of late. Besides the fact that he has a world title defense this very night, he also has had to deal with the waves made by the loss of Jon Taylor. It had been an…unfortunate…situation – one perhaps provoked by his own comments to the chairman, Samuel Hawthorne. On the one hand, this could be a positive. Jon Taylor had been proving himself to be slightly dangerous, and Freeman was beginning to worry about future trouble. On the other hand, the loss of the Entertainment Championship had not been anticipated.
And then there was the assault on The Scorpion. A brilliant assault. Freeman could still feel the blood running through his fingers as he made sure that his future hand-picked opponent would not leave his locker-room. Was he wrong to pick such a powerful enemy? After all, there was no need to raise the stakes this much. But Freeman liked it this way. He had made a powerful statement as it was, and if Scorpion was unable to make it to the title match, all the better. The end result is all the same. But what if The Scorpion WAS able to make it tonight? The possibility was slight…stupid, even…but Freeman can’t help but think about it.
He sits in a restaurant finishing a quick meal before he makes his way to the ACW arena for tonight’s Warfare. He was alone, which was usual for him. The world title belt was the only company he needed. Suddenly he hears a voice.
Waiter: Sir?
Freeman: …Yes?
Something in Freeman’s gaze makes the waiter feel a little uneasy…though he is unable to figure out why. He was not a fan of wrestling, and knew nothing about Freeman besides the fact that he WAS a wrestler. But he didn’t like those eyes. Freeman had obviously been taken out of his thoughts, and they didn’t seem to have been pleasant ones – at least not pleasant ones for whoever it was that Freeman was thinking about.
Waiter: I am assuming you are Jason Freeman?
Freeman: That would be I, and since I have already paid my bill you cannot possibly be here to discuss finances, and unless this is a matter of the utmost importance I highly suggest you leave me to my thoughts.
Waiter: Um…well….sorry, sir, it’s just that that teenager at that table over there is a big fan of yours, and he was wondering if you would sign an autograph for him.
Freeman: Is there any reason he could not himself request this?
Waiter: I suppose he was slightly intimidated.
Freeman: Well, the answer is no. I will not be signing any autographs for him or for anybody. Now…leave me to my thoughts.
And though Freeman speaks quietly, the waiter knows that there will be no disobeying this order, and he quickly makes his way to continuing about his business. A few more moments go by, and Freeman looks down once more, thinking hard…plotting. Thinking of any possible thing that could take him off his mountain, and thinking of plans and backup plans to counteract. His mind is constantly in action, weighing possibilities, and always scheming. He has heavily analyzed all those around him, from his enemies, to his allies…and ways that any of them could harm him. He had finally reached the top, and he was not going to be taken down. He is shaken from his thoughts once more, when the teenager from the previously observed table has obviously gotten the courage to approach, and he makes his presence known.
Teenager: Hey, Jason Freeman?!
Freeman’s head snaps up. He has been interrupted twice now, and he was not happy.
Freeman: I had hoped you would receive the message the first time. I am not to be bothered now.
Teenager: But I’m a huge fan of yours! I mean, I know most people don’t like you and Ascendancy because of what you guys do, but I love it! I go on all the message boards, and you’ve got a bit of a following there! I mean, after your match with BK London at Omega Effect you turned heads. I mean I just wanted you to know that you’ve got at least a few guys on the internet who know a great wrestler when they see it.
Freeman snarls as he looks down, and then looks up, meeting the fan’s eyes. It isn’t often that Freeman is approached by fans. Most don’t like him, and those few that do (since every wrestler, no matter how vile, at least has a select few who flock to them) are intimidated by him. So perhaps it is that that leads him to actually respond.
Freeman: My match against BK London? Is that when these heads started to turn?
Teenager: Yeah, when you beat him at Omega Effect. that was awesome!
Freeman: Ah, I see. And where were these “fans” for my match against Alicia Laureano at Omega Effect IV? Where were these fans in the years before that when I continued to put all effort in, and get nothing back in return? You are just beginning to appreciate me now? Well, I hate to tell you this, since you’re such a big “fan”, but everybody’s heads have been turning. I’m the world champion, and my alliance has been dominating every foe that steps up against us. Am I supposed to be impressed it took you nearly four years to recognize my talent?
Teenager: I dunno…I mean…I…
He clearly has no answer, and decides to move on.
Teenager: Whatever…look, I guess what I’m really wondering is can I have your autograph?
Freeman: Are you serious?
Teenager: I mean it’s fan appreciation night!
This is news to Freeman, who almost seems to chuckle. If it weren’t for the fact that every one of Freeman’s laughs feel calculated and forced, it would have been significantly less eerie.
Freeman: Really…Fan appreciation night?
Teenager: Well, yeah! That’s what Hawthorne said anyways.
Freeman: And because of this, I should give you an autograph?
Teenager: Well, I mean I’m a fan, so yeah. You know, to show your appreciation. After all, even when the whole arena boos you I’m cheering.
Freeman: Ha. You know what? Let me tell you something.
Freeman suddenly stands up, and the teen draws back, seeing first hand the look in Freeman’s eyes that has caused fear in many an interviewer. His false chuckle is gone, and nothing is left but cold ferocity. While on TV, the fan may enjoy this. In person, suddenly he wishes he had that television back as a barrier between himself and the man in front of him. Freeman holds his world title belt over his shoulder, picking it up from the table.
Freeman: I owe you absolutely nothing, and that goes for you and any other fan that you may discuss with. While I have repeatedly attempted to make fans listen to my message, and I am pleased to hear some had the sense to do so, to think that I would “appreciate” any one of you, when you have done NOTHING for me is absurd. I have sold my soul to get to where I am today, and every single thing that I have ever accomplished in my career I owe completely to myself. Why then should I "appreciate" anybody else? There will be no fan appreciation night from me. Do not come to me and expect me to sign you anything, because you all had your chance to accept me years ago, and it’s too late now. Waste your energy cheering another man, because I don’t need it. When ACW as you know it turns to dust, and Ascendancy emerges in its wake as the most dominant force in professional wrestling history, then YOU shall be appreciating US. Sorry to “disappoint” you, but perhaps you should look for somebody who cares enough to pretend they actually want to speak with you.
Freeman shifts his title belt on his shoulder, and begins to walk towards the door, leaving the teen wide-eyed behind him.
Freeman: I had hoped I would be free from rats like yourself here, but as that clearly isn't going to be the case, I won't be sticking around.
And just like that he leaves the restaurant, perhaps having los a fan tonight, not that it's any matter of concern to him. Making his way towards the ACW arena.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:08:07 GMT -5
Submission Argumentation (Credit: Laron, Thiago Gracie)
In the film room, Thiago Gracie and Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammdi are seen watching Ali's match from several weeks back. Ali seems quite animated, while Thiago stands back, arms folded across his chest.
Nigerian Ali: And that is where I prove fake African man no is better than the real African! Submission of Gloriousness!
Thiago Gracie: Thiago Gracie thinks you crazy, Ali of Nigerian used gogoplata, submission not very good for wrestling.
Ali: What you talk about? That perfect move, it win match!
Thiago: Gogoplata very tough move to do right, Thiago Gracie knows. You not easy put it on in jiu-jitsu match, that mean it not good for wrestling match. Big man also pin you in move. That's why Thiago say that right move is not gogoplata, since gogoplata is improper submission for wrestling professionally.
Ali: You need speak English, Thiago! Submission of Gloriousness bring great glory to me!
Thiago: Thiago only see you beat Simba Mufasa with gogoplata.
Ali: You no see me get my win usual with it in fights of street!
Thiago: You know right submission for victory...
Ali: No! You no say name of move that always come out your mouth!
Thiago: Thiago speaks truth, and the truth is the armbar!
Ali: You talk nothing! Submission of Gloriousness is better move for win glory!
Thiago: Gracie family of Brazil use armbar more, Rickson use armbar more...
Ali: Maybe move that work for Brazil man no work for Africa man! I no Thiago Gracie, I Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammadi! I need move to end match that not armbar!
Thiago: Armbar work for all men, Thiago know this well, mechanics of body fit best for armbar from all area, avoid fall of pinning, quick break of arm instead slow choke of throat. Armbar is clearly superior.
At this point, the blatantly late/absent/whoknowswhat Laron Xavier steps into the room.
Laron: Yo, what'd I miss here?
Ali: Thiago talk bull about armbar, say it better than clearly better Submission of Gloriousness!
Laron: You talkin' bout dat friggin shin choking move?
Thiago: Real name is gogoplata.
Ali: No, real name is Submission of Gloriousness, since it win glory for me!
Thiago: No, you just lucky, armbar is never lucky, armbar guarantee win for all.
Laron: Pff, screw dat, Fujiwara's where it's all at, period.
Ali/Thiago: No!
Fade Out
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:09:38 GMT -5
Match: Tag Team of Gloriousness vs. Public Enemy and Claude Le Batard vs. The Capitalists
Results: Thiago Gracie def. Kevin Fitsharris via Armbar
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:11:35 GMT -5
Segment: Getting a Date Credit: Claude LeBatard/Chris Lawson
The scene begins in Claude's magnificent abode that is his locker room. Claude is sitting on the couch relaxing wearing a pair of denim jeans and a sleeveless tank top, His hair is slicked back as usual and the world is at peace. Maurice runs about in the background doing monekys work but is neither seen or heard, the way it should be. If it wasn't a breach of human rights Maurice would probably be used as a coat hanger or kept in a cage.
Claude relaxs on the couch with his arms speard out and his feet relaxing on the coffee table infront of him. He closes his eyes and leans his head back taking the rare opertunity to just relax rather than deal with the blithering idiots that work underneath him. As soon as Claude really lies back the aformentioned blithering idiot that is Christopher Lawson opens the door and attempts to sneak in behind Claude.
Chris is wearing a suit as usual and has that look of worry on his face that is usual when he's in the same room as Claude. He treads gingerly across the floor trying not to disturb the resting giant. But there's no need, before he can get half way across the room Maurice, the second blithering idiot, runs out to greet Chris.
Maurice: Chris! Hey! Thank god you're here!
Chris Lawson: Shhhhhh Maurice.
Suddenly Claude sits up as if in a trance. He turns round and glares at Maurice and Chris with the coldest stare you ever did have the displeasure of seeing. Chris caught like a deer in headlights just stands, frozen in shock.
Claude: You! You're late!
Chris Lawson: It's 4PM?
Claude: So!? You think you can just stroll in at whatever time you want!? Zis isn't UWL!
Chris Lawson: I know it isn't but-
Claude: Maybe the other lawyers do what they want and get back whenever, but you're contracted to me! You'll live by my rules! And whats that in your hand!?
Chris Lawson: My briefcase, y'know the one that I carry everywhere?
Claude: Give it 'ere!
Chris Lawson: No there's confiden-
Claude grabs Chris' briefcase and runs to the other side of the sofa. He opens it and pulls out a packet of sherbert dib dabs.
Claude: You've been eating sherbert dib dabs again haven't you!
Chris Lawson: So what? I got a sweet tooth. Have you seen these pearly whites? Damn bitch.
Claude: Did the other lawyers tell you to buy them! You know what happened last time, don't make me tell you the story of the dib-dab monster again!
Chris Lawson: Dib Dab monster? I'm nearly thirty years old!
Claude: You wanted to show off! It's not big and it's not clever, you're grounded!
Chris Lawson: Grounded?! I'm OLDER than you!
Lawson storms off into the side room of Claudes locker room leaving Claude alone with Maurice. Maurice tries ot run but gets caught in Claudes death stare. Maurice just faints before Claude can shout at him to. In frustration Claude begins hurling insults at Maurice's unconsious body. He quickly calms down and goes back to sitting on the sofa. After a few minutes of huffing and puffing Claude decides to call Chris back into the main room.
Claude: Christopher, come 'ere...
Chris walks in from the other room and stands next to the sofa just staring at his briefcase on the table.
Claude:I 'ave been thinking Christopher, first of all I did not mean to shout at you, but when your parents left you in my care i took responsibility for everything you do.
Chris Lawson: Left me? Claude, my parents didn't abandon me. I moved out like four months ago to come live in your house where you promised me a spare room and low rent and instead I got the storage under the stairs and had to clear the junk out myself.
Claude: Of course they did! None of zat happened. Remember, nobody loves you Chris. Now, speaking of love, I want you to do me a favour to signify your loyalty to me and 'eir to ze Habbadasha fortune...
Chris Lawson: The what?
Claude: Oh, did I not tell you, Maurice 'as a wealthy family, he's the 'eir... but 'es not, because I am going to kill him and inherit it myse... anyway... yes, a favour... now, I want you to set me up wiz zat darling Casey, you know, ze lightweight zat couldn't finish a creme de menth.
Chris Lawson: You mean the girl you spent all night ignoring and you abandoned to me so you could have a threesome with two other girls?
Claude: You disappoint me Chris. Clearly I was playing a much more intelligent game. Have you ever set a pussy cat loose in a room? Ze person who ignores her is ze one she pays ze most attention to. Zat is what I was doing. Of course, if you don't do zis for me zis will be affected in your paycheck...
Chris Lawson: Affected, how so?.
Claude: Affected on ze basis you won't have one to collect this week, or any other week?
Awkward pause as Chris is a little confused.
Claude: I will fire you, basically.
Chris Lawson: Okay, okay. I'll invite her over. One slip though and I'll break your legs. I actually like her.
Claude: Excellent... excellent Christopher.
The scene fades out with Claude standing like Mr Burns from The Simpsons.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:12:44 GMT -5
FAT SLUTS Chris Lawson -Just about to do some highly important research for an upcoming legal dispute between ACW and some independent promotion Samuel Hawthorne has made it the responsibility of Chris Lawson to get his head down in the Administrations Archive and get some work done. With a note-pad in one hand. Sat on the computer with Internet Explorer on and his MP3 player in he's looking sharp as ever and is ready to get down to some work as he listens to the best tunes. One ear piece out, one ear piece in just so he can hear if someone enters without his consent or knowledge. Typing away he starts to write up a report based on case examination for Hawthorne of what'll probably happen in this legal dispute and it is when Lawson reaches the peak of productivity that his efforts are disturbed. “Perry Mason” by Ozzy Osbourne plays from his Blackberry and upon instinct he takes it out of his pocket. Looking at the screen he's greeted with the sight he expected, “Number Withheld”. Taking the chance he hits the green button and presses it to his head putting down his pen as he engages in a conversation with a total stranger, a familiar voice to the ACW Universe but one they can't quite place.- Chris Lawson: Hello??: Hola chica, is this Chris Lawson? Chris Lawson: Yeah, and I'm not a girl either so don't patronize me. Who's this??: Never you mind that sunbeam. I need you to do me a favour. Chris Lawson: Favours are for friends. Who are you? Because I don't believe that you are a friend of mine.?: Smart mouth on you huh? I like your attitude. Let's just say I'm an old friend of the company. Chris Lawson: Alright. Old friend or not, that doesn't mean I owe you anything.?: I gotta' say, I've been watching ACW lately and I've been seeing you making waves without even stepping between the ropes. You're like a cult of personality already and you haven't even kicked anybody's ass. I had to bleed myself open on the mat before I came to be anywhere near as popular as I was in my prime. You're probably the only strictly non-wrestling talent I've ever seen have their own fan group on GameFAQ's.com's forums. Chris Lawson: Are you kidding me??: Not at all. The Lawsonites are as real as you or I. Chris Lawson: I meant about the making waves stuff but that is still pretty damn freaky. What does this have to do with anything??: It doesn't but I wanted you to know that I'm highly impressed by you sir, you almost remind me of me in a way except I'm not black and I actually wrestled. I'm not really sure what my point was with that but I think it's something to do with our natural charisma, our great intelligence and the fact that we can say and do pretty much anything and have people support us. You're a man of the world, Mr. Lawson and even the simple things you do impress the dumbasses and the trolls on the forums. Should you make a career of being an actual wrestler you'd have a hell of a head start in popularity. Picking up women in the lobby, being Samuel Hawthorne's right hand man, it's all highly impressive stuff. Bravissimo kid, bravissimo. Chris Lawson: Are you being sarcastic??: Of course not. I'm being deadly serious. Did you not bag that chick's phone number the other week? Chris Lawson: Once again you are assuming I'm talking about something else. I meant about being an actual wrestler. I am not a tough guy like half of the people that step between those ropes.?: Oh don't be so coy Lawson. Those suits don't hide everything you know. I know an athlete when I see one. Sure you may not know a German Suplex from a Headlock but you can run for miles and you could probably kick the shit out of Claude LeBatard if he were to mess with you. Chris Lawson: Well for starters I actually do know the difference. A German Suplex is a grappling throw executed from a rear waistlock position and a headlock is a grappling hold usually done from a side-on stance with an arm locked around the head.?: See what I mean? You're a natural. Chris Lawson: Just get to the point.?: Can you get to the ACW Administration Archives? Chris Lawson: Get to it? I am standing in it right now. You picked a good moment.?: Great. Can you get to the match contracts filing section? Chris Lawson: Fraid not, I don't have a key to access the official documents but there's a desktop here which contains all written records though in transcripts..?: Great. Go on and find me the contract from the main event of the last ACW pay-per-view. Chris Lawson: Novgorod Enclosure match??: Yup. Tell me when you've got it up. -Lawson smirks, a little dirty humour isn't too much to ask is it?- Chris Lawson: Phone sex on a first date? I am disappointed in you sir.?: Zip it. Is it on the screen? Chris Lawson: Yeah.?: Okay. Read me the clause regarding Danny Mainer's contract and the termination of it should he fail to beat Jason Freeman which of course he did. Chris Lawson: Alright. Found it.?: Read it out to me. Chris Lawson: “The participating party Danny Mainer should he officially lose the contest VIA any means he will be legally obliged to retire from active competition in Professional Wrestling until such a point as and when all undersigned parties agree to revoke such a clause.”[/I][/B] -There's a brief pause, contemplation on the mysterious caller.- ?: Read me that last part again? -Lawson looks at the screen again. Chris Lawson: “... and when all undersigned parties agree to revoke such a clause.”?: Before that. Chris Lawson: “Should he officially lose the contest VIA any means”?-The mysterious caller groans, frustration mounting.- ?: After that. Chris Lawson: “Legally obliged to retire from active competition in-”?: Active competition? Chris Lawson: He can no longer compete in sanctioned matches unless both Samuel Hawthorne and Jason Freeman agree to allow him to compete again and even then it'd be a hair-trigger decision to send him back into retirement. It can be just as easily be suspended as it can be reinstated. He can probably beat people up but the legal ramifications of such an act would be crippling.?: What about management? Chris Lawson: I'm no expert on contract law but I imagine that he could get away with that.?: And promoting? Chris Lawson: He can do that too. Anything else??: This is all just for Pro Wrestling right, say if Mainer wanted to become a boxer or work for the United Championship League fighting in cages he could do that too right? Chris Lawson: Yup.?: Huh. Interesting. Thank you for the help Mr. Lawson. Oh and don't tell your employer we had this conversation. Chris Lawson: Can you at least tell me your name??: You'll know soon enough my friend. You'll know soon enough. -He pockets his cell phone and logs off the computer as the scene fades to black. Who is the mysterious enigma on the phone? Find out next week on another exciting episode of “YuGiOh: GX!”- -Fade-
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:13:31 GMT -5
Match: Cross vs. Seth Chambers
Cross def. Chambers
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:15:28 GMT -5
Segment: One Down (Credit: Ascendancy)
The previous Monday's Warfare had been a mixed show for Ascendancy as far as success went. On the one hand, one of their members had been temporarily suspended and stripped of his championship. Additionally, they had failed to not only keep Chris Phenomenal from a world title shot, but to assault him at the end of the show. On the other hand, however, the show had not ended without its successes. Tonight however, as the camera fades in to show Ryan Cole and Senator Steve Phillips inside the Ascendancy locker room, it seems it is the setbacks that are being focused on by Ryan Cole. He paces the room in what is clearly not a good mood, as he begins to speak to the Senator.
Cole: I can’t believe it. Taylor was SUSPENDED! Suspended! And of course stripped of his belt…
Senator: As much as I would generally be outraged by the loss of one of our own, seeing that we are indeed speaking of none other than Jon Taylor actually inspires a sense of general apathy rather than anger.
Cole sighs and paces the room, deep in thought. While The Senator had a history with Taylor (And Cole had not gotten along very well with him either) the fact remained that Taylor had been a very important member to the stable. The loss of him would be easily felt, and while Ascendancy was currently running off of a success with their assault on Scorpion, in wrestling staying on top was a difficult job that required constant domination. If they slipped…they’d be cast down, and that couldn’t happen. Cole, for one, was not going to let it.
Cole: Hey, I didn’t like him either, but the fact is that we had both championships, and now we only have one! And who knows what this is going to do to our group?
Senator: I assure you that while it is a setback, it is not one we are unable to recover from. We will overcome, and I think we may emerge stronger.
Cole: Well you know what I think? Freeman shouldn’t have even BOTHERED with Hawthorne. It was obvious we were powerful, but Freeman had to go and challenge him directly. Look what happened. Surprise, surprise...Hawthorne struck back. And now look where we are, huh? I mean Freeman practically dared him to do it and it wasn't even worth it. We didn't need to.
Senator: Well, you are entitled to your own opinion, but if you prefer to avoid internal conflict, making such a statement directly to his face would be inadvisable.
Freeman: ...You wouldn’t say - WHAT - to his face?
Both men turn to reveal Freeman standing in the doorway, the world title belt over his shoulder. His expression, as usual, is unreadable, and exactly how much of the conversation he heard remains unclear. But it seems that even if he didn’t hear it for himself, he has understood the gist of what was being discussed. There is a slightly awkward silence as Freeman closes the door, and walks further into the room, looking at both of his remaining two stablemates, and taking in the looks on their faces.
Freeman: Hmm...Has there by any chance been some suggestion that I am not running things properly?
While Freeman's voice sounds calm, it possesses a very threatening quality.
Cole: Well, I wouldn’t go that far.
Freeman: Wouldn’t go THAT far? And yet you have a criticism?
Cole: I...Well, yeah. Yeah I do.
Cole is never one to back down, and he is not about to forget about his opinions because Freeman has confronted him on them. He has no trouble saying it to Freeman’s face, despite Senator’s suggestion, and as Freeman looks at him, Cole continues from before.
Cole: We were dominating, Freeman. We were at the top, and everything was great. I had everything I wanted. These fans couldn't help but remember me, and I was gaining momentum. WE were gaining momentum. And part of that was the fact that we had four men that were able to step on anybody who came into their path. We had all the gold in ACW! But now you basically challenged Hawthorne, and the combination of that and Taylor’s ego caused us to lose our fourth member AND the Entertainment Championship! And now look. With those no-names following Chris Phenomenal around we even have competition! I'm not suggesting they could hold up to us at all, but I don’t like the fact that we’ve taken a setback after less than one month at the top!
Freeman: You overestimate how the loss of Taylor will affect us. Am I angry that Hawthorne acted the way he did? Yes, I am. Furious in fact. But there’s nothing we can do about that now besides make Hawthorne regret it.
Cole: And there’s the attitude that got us into this in the first place. Why even bother with Hawthorne? We don’t NEED to worry about Hawthorne. We’re more powerful than him.
Freeman: Yes, but I want him to admit it! If you consider Chris Phenomenal’s group any sort of competition I hope I can disperse those worries when I defeat him tonight to defend my championship for the first time. And as for you saying that the lack of the Entertainment Championship is going to cost us, how about you do something about it? Why don’t you win the belt back for us, if you regret its loss so much? Taylor’s ego cost us, you’re right. But as I remember the last shot of last week’s Warfare was me with my world title held high as the Alphatron showed the bloodied shell that was left of The Scorpion, after we were through with him. Was that not enough domination for you? Because you seemed to enjoy the feel of his blood on your hands last week after our assault.
And what an assault it had been. Throughout the night, Freeman had hinted that he was going to name his next challenger. After the attack, however, it remained to be seen whether Scorpion would be in any condition to ever challenge Freeman. It was an attack so brutal that the Senator was uncomfortable with it, and it shows on his face now as it is brought up again. If Freeman had needed a message sent to any prospective challenger, he had done so then, and he knew that it was a powerful symbol when he saw the eyes of Chris Phenomenal as he witnessed it. So what if they didn’t have the Entertainment belt? That picture of The Scorpion was all that was needed. Tonight, however, Ryan Cole was supposed to have a match with The Scorpion, and if Scorpion was in the arena, and arrived at that match, that could be trouble. Scorpion is a dangerous foe, and he clearly is not going to be happy.
Cole: Speaking of which…tonight I face him. I don’t see the point, though. After what we did to him, there’s no way he’s going to be anywhere near a ring tonight. I'm sure he's busy nursing his wounds in a hospital. Freeman: Hm….one would hope so.
Cole: Hope? You’re kidding, right? We completely dismantled him.
Senator: Such a beating as he endured would drive many an individual from the sport in entirety. That said, I do not believe that Scorpion is such a man, and he may very well want to show up regardless of his beatings. I have faced a similar foe in my past, a man for whom pain had no personal meaning. Do not underestimate him on that regard, do not think he will step aside or cower away from facing any of us again. Even so, we should also avoid overestimating him. Nobody simply shrugs off being left in a pool of his own blood, being kneed successively over twenty times in the head, being thrown into walls, stomped into the solid floor, hit with chairs and fists alike. He will be softened up if he makes his appearance, and there will be windows of opportunity to take full advantage, for he is a mortal man, after all.
Freeman: ...You’re right. I was hoping to send a message before challenging him for a championship match, but I’m not so sure now that match will be happening after all. Ah, well. It's no matter. We proved our point.
Cole: Well, anyways, I’ll go out to that ring tonight, and we’ll see for ourselves. But when that bell rings and Scorpion still has not walked out of that curtain, then it becomes official. We’ve taken out The Scorpion.
Freeman: And anybody who gets in our way will meet a similar fate. And now, Cole, if you would excuse me, I have something to discuss with Phillips.
Cole: Something I can’t hear? Well, look at that! And here I thought we were beyond secrets.
Freeman: It is no secret, it just does not concern you. In any case, you have your “match” to get ready for. While I don’t expect you’ll be wrestling, you should at least go to the ring.
Cole: Fine, fine. Discuss away. What do I care? Dominic, come on, let’s see if The Scorpion was stupid enough to show his face tonight.
And Cole and Dominic Campbell leave the room, leaving two men. The ACW Champion, Jason Freeman, and Senator Steve Phillips. Jason Freeman walks over to an chair and takes a seat, and the Senator does the same – though he is most likely wondering what it was that Freeman wanted to speak to him about. As Phillips waits for Freeman to talk, Freeman merely lifts his head and eyes the Senator, analyzing him – or so it seems. Phillips’ eyes narrow as he realizes that nothing is being said and after a few moments of silence, he decides to speak.
Senator: Are we going to merely sit here or do you actually have something to discuss?
Freeman: So tonight I face Chris Phenomenal…
The Senator sighs and rolls his eyes.
Senator: Is this really the reason I am still here?
But Freeman goes on as if Senator had never spoken
Freeman: Being that it is my first world title defense, I would like it to go as smoothly as possible. I don’t fear Phenomenal, and I am positive that I can and will beat him. Then again, he does have two other men in his corner, and if he is as desperate as I would have been in his position, he may just utilize them. Now, I do have two men in my corner as well - they being Ryan Cole and yourself - but of course you didn’t seem to support our little attack on him last week. So...The question becomes "Where do we stand tonight?" Can I trust you or should I not even bother having you accompany me to ringside?
Senator: I thought we were beyond this discussion!
Freeman: And So did I. But after last week it appears I was mistaken.
Senator: How many times must I say it? My allegiance is with Ascendancy and its success, and right now that means you defending your world championship! I did not take part in your assault of Phenomenal last week because I was not aware it was going to happen in the first place! I was scheduled for competition with Mr. Phenomenal, and I do not recall asking you and the rest of Ascendancy to make any strike, I wanted that match for myself!. Phenomenal challenged you for the championship, but there was no need for what went down, for I would have caused more damage in a straight up match than you guys did in your little beatdown attempt, especially considering that he had his boys ready to save him at the first sign of outside threat. It would have benefited me, as I would have sharpened my skills, and you, as I would have inflicted more damage on Phenomenal.
As for tonight? I cannot promise that I will step in, as I believe tonight is a match you should handle by yourself – both for your own credibility and for your own experience. But if you are in any way worried that I am going to help your opponent, then that is complete balderdash, and you should feel ashamed of yourself for insinuating such an insidious charge against my honor!
Freeman continues to scrutinize the Senator, obviously trying to find out whether or not he believes what he is hearing. But The Senator seems sincere. Freeman, however, is not one to trust others. He shrugs and stands to his feet, shifting his belt.
Freeman: Well, I’m glad to hear you say that Phillips. For if you were in any way to cost me my championship tonight...I do not think that I need to warn you about what would happen.
Senator: Do not ruin what has become a great thing! Ascendancy has been running smoothly after its initial tumultuous beginning. Why bring up such discussions such as these? I do not wish to subtract from your title reign, only to assist you in sustaining it. We stand together as a unit despite our clear cut differences, and we won all the gold in ACW as a result. I suggest that you forget worrying about your teammates, and focus on the match at hand.
Freeman: Fine. Consider it forgotten. But I'd rather you DIDN'T forget what I had to say, if that's okay with you. And now it's time for me to go confirm that our attack on The Scorpion was successful, for if I'm not mistaken Ryan Cole's match is beginning.
And Freeman turns to leave the room, the tensions in Ascendancy having been turned down recently, but perhaps beginning to slightly return. Was it the loss of Taylor that had caused this stress? Possibly. Though the members look forward to some good news because it was time to find out whether or not The Scorpion had been as severely injured as they believed.
Fade.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:16:10 GMT -5
Title: Stomping Grounds Credit: Buddy Ghee
Harlem. To some, it's a hell hole. Deprived of all economic stimulation, the people resort to crime just to fill their stomachs. Harlem. To some, it's a boundary. Once you come in, you ain't comin' out. Harlem. This poor boy, Buddy Ghee, called it home once. Harlem. Biscuit dough turns to marble in six weeks. So imagine what I could do with nineteen years. Harlem. The place that symbolizes everything I left behind. There's nothing for me here, so the last thing I expected was to find myself walking its streets.
I stepped out of my beautiful Cadillac, removing the shades, subjecting myself to the bright sun. I popped up my collar to shield myself from the freezing air as I surveyed my surroundings. It wasn't how I remembered it. When you call this place home, the smell of debauchery is like mama's home-cooking. However, when you pry yourself away from it for as long as I have, it's jarring to say the least. My old stomping grounds.
I didn't understand. The keys were in my hand. The car was right there. Hell, the door was open. But without realizing, I closed it and took my first steps into the land of darkness.
Child: Hey! You're Buddy Ghee!
I looked down at a child. Uncorrupted youth doesn't last. He couldn't have been older than seven.
Buddy Ghee: Yeah, that's right.
Child: Buddy, can I get your autograph?
Buddy Ghee: Sure, kid. You got somethin' for me to scrawl on?
Child: ... No.
I felt bad for him. He meets his hero for the first time, and he can't get a memento.
Buddy Ghee: Tell you what, young blood, why don't you grab something to write on? I'll wait.
Not like I had anywhere else to be. 'Sides, I can't let him walk these streets alone, even if he did live there. I waited patiently as he entered what I assumed was his house. It felt like hours, even though I know it'd been only minutes. Before I could see him again, some turkey crept out like a shadow and found his way next to me.
Turkey: 'Sup, blood? Ain't you that Buddy Ghee dude everyone been talkin' 'bout?
Buddy Ghee: Yeah. What's it to ya?
Turkey: Aw, I'm a big fan.
Buddy Ghee: 'You were a big fan, you'd recognize me.
Turkey: Don't be like that. Besides, you'll forgive me if you see what I got.
Buddy Ghee: Get yo' monkey ass outta here. I ain't got time for punks like you.
Turkey: Yo', I deal to everyone. Ask some celebrities, 'cuz they get their stuff from me.
Buddy Ghee: Bullshit.
Turkey: Trust me. Richard Roundtr-
Nobody talks about Roundtree. I laid one on him, knocking him to the ground, cracking his jaw. I shook my hand to get rid of the soreness. He scrambled as he tried to get his shit together. I stared daggers down at him as the shuffled up to his feet.
Turkey: Alright, cuz, I'll be back for you!
Like I gave a shit. I was gonna be out of here soon anyway. I looked over to see the child running out of the door, pen and paper in hand. I grabbed it from him and scrawled my name in big letters.
Buddy Ghee: There you go, kid.
Child: Thanks!
Buddy Ghee: So, where you gotta go?
Child: I'm goin' down a couple of blocks. This guy is givin' me some bass lessons.
Buddy Ghee: No shi- ... Sorry. You serious? Gettin' the funk out? Hell, I'll walk you there!
I saw a lot of myself in him. I wish he'd get the hell out of here. This is no place for a kid like him. We continued down the street until something caught my eye. Six guys, wearing colors, one of which holding his jaw, no doubt due to my right hand. I looked them over. Some were sporting chains, some with baseball bats. No chance in hell was I getting out of this one. I ain't the kinda guy to avoid a problem, especially one like this. I live off this shit. My one goal was to make sure that the kid was safe. Broken ribs, lost teeth, blood, it don't matter, just as long as it's only on me.
Buddy Ghee: Kid, I want you to make a break for it down to that alley. I'm gonna head these punkasses off.
Child: What about you?
Buddy Ghee: Please. I'm Buddy Ghee. This ain't enough to put someone like me down. Now go. Now!
No one said I was a smart man, though. As he took off, two guys chased after him while the other four came after me. They enveloped me, surrounding me, as I threw a punch at the dealer. I shot a kick off at one behind me, grabbed him by the back collar, and rammed his ass into the one coming after me. I snatched the chain up from the ground, flailing it wildly, drawing blood from the first guy it came in contact with. I wrapped it up around my fist and delivered a punch to him, as he collapsed to the ground. One came after me, throwing his forearm out, so I ducked under and performed a hand-stand pele kick type of thing. He ain't gonna be the same again. Two down, two to go. They came out on either side, as I hit one with an arm drag into a nearby shop window before kicking the last one in the gut and wrapping the chain around his face until I heard a snap from his nose.
Damn. I've been having way too much fun. I sprinted down the sidewalk, checking each alleyway, turning up nothing. Finally, I backtracked to the alley I directed him to. What I saw wasn't pretty. His face was bloody, his arm was snapped, and he wasn't breathing. Tears welled up in my eyes. I don't have fucking limitations, dammit. I slid over to him and gathered him in my arms, delicately lifting him and running out of the alley, screaming for help. Eventually I managed to get him into a hospital, but he was DOA. Later, his mother came in, crying and cursing me, damning me to Hell. I sat, face buried in my hands, for hours before setting off for my car. I'd had enough of this shit.
I left Harlem, but Harlem never left me. I guess I'll always have some of the darkness in my heart. I came to my car, covered in graffiti, all the windows smashed.
Buddy Ghee: ... Shit.
Harlem. Welcome home, Buddy.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:18:22 GMT -5
Match: Ryan Cole vs. The Scorpion (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to show Ryan Cole already in the ring, awaiting his opponent - if in fact, his opponent is going to arrive. There is much murmuring throughout the crowd, as they discuss with each other. Hope fills the arena that somehow The Scorpion will be here tonight. Even after seeing the bloody warrior at the conclusion of last week's Warfare, the fans are still hoping that they will see Ascendancy get their comeuppance. That somehow Scorpion will have made a miraculous recovery, and he will make his way to the ring to dispose of Ryan Cole – one of Scorpion’s assailants. Cole, for his part, paces the ring, seeming confident if not cocky - but the fact that his bodyguard Dominic Campbell still accompanies him to the ring has to make people wonder whether or not he truly is positive that Scorpion will no-show.
Edison: What’s the point of this? After the state Scorpion was in last week there’s no way he can be here tonight. This is a waste of time!
McNally: I would hate to agree, but it does seem like it’s impossible that The Scorpion will arrive for this match. Not after last week....
Ryan Cole continues to pace, as his music fades out, and now it’s the moment of truth. Despite the fact that everybody acknowledges that the chances of Scorpion coming out are quite slim, every fan is on the edge of their seats, their whole bodies tense as they anticipate the opening notes of his entrance music. For each one that has seen the results of the assault and KNOWS in their minds that there is no way he can be here tonight, they all somehow feel certain that he is going to. Scorpion has never been one to be injured for long. But slowly as that tension grows and grows, the time gets longer and longer…the fans know that it’s now or never, and just when that tension is stretched to its maximum, just when Ryan Cole lets out a chuckle and gets ready to leave the ring… . . . . . . . . . …Nothing happens. Silence.
The sighs can be heard throughout the arena, and after further silence, a voice hits the loudspeakers.
Phillip: I have just been informed that because The Scorpion has not arrived for his match tonight, this has been deemed a no contest!
McNally: Well…I guess we should have known. But I have a feeling that somehow these fans are still disappointed.
Edison: Well, Cole sure isn’t. Just look at his face!
The crowd does indeed give a disappointed mumble, all of them so sure that somehow the impossible would happen and The Scorpion would show. In fact it isn’t until a triumphant Ryan Cole makes his way backstage, and the arena is long silent, that the fans finally stop believing that Scorpion is going to show up.
It seems that Ascendancy was right. The Scorpion had finally been taken out.
Fade.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:19:35 GMT -5
The camera fades in on Charlotte King, who holds a microphone in hand as she appears ready for an interview. Though there is nobody in the shot at the moment, she is obviously waiting for somebody to pass by, and sure enough it is only a few seconds before some other faces appear on screen. The World Champion Jason Freeman appears into the shot, followed by Senator Steve Phillips, and Ryan Cole with his bodyguard –Dominic Campbell. Just a few moments prior they had gone out to the ring, only to discover that The Scorpion was nowhere to be found tonight, as he did not show up for his match. For obvious reasons moods were up in Ascendancy. It could scarcely be believed by the crowd, especially after Scorpion demonstrated his insane toughness and resiliency in his feud with Chris Phenomenal, but it seemed that The Scorpion had finally met his match.
Charlotte: I am here tonight with Ascendancy, and after seeing what has just transpired, it seems that the damages to The Scorpion are just as severe as they seemed, and he could be in very bad condition at the moment…
Charlotte seems slightly disturbed as she continues to go forth with the interview. After all, she had knocked on that very door last week, and having received no answer had considered it to be nothing. Little did she know that the man on the other side was lying on the ground in need of medical assistance, and who knows? Perhaps he could have been in better shape at the moment if she had opened that door. But more than anything, she is slightly disturbed to be next to the men who could cause such a brutal attack, and rather than being bothered by it, they are proud of it! But, she has been asked to give this interview, and as uncomfortable as it makes her she knows she has to do her job. She could not however help from showing how she felt, even if just slightly.
Charlotte: Do you have nothing to say as to those attacks? I mean, the camera showed a man not just beaten, but---
Suddenly Freeman grabs the microphone away from her – a move that causes boos from the live crowd. Freeman glares at her. For a few seconds she had been unable to keep her feelings from bleeding into her tone. Freeman seems to have no patience for this at the moment, that momentary show of emotion being enough for him to pull the plug on this interview
Freeman: Thank you, but as I was hoping to have an impartial interview tonight, and you have already proven - though you may not have intended to - that it is going to be anything but, I think I’ll carry on by myself. Yes, it was revealed just moments ago, that The Scorpion was NOT here tonight after all, which comes as no surprise to Ascendancy. Of course, not one to take anything for granted, we were prepared for war tonight. It seems however, that the war has ended at the first battle. There have been many who would put themselves in our paths, from Theodore Wellington to the “Dogs of War.” I hope all potential enemies were watching last week and have realized that we have done what nobody else up to this point – not even my opponent tonight – has been able to do. And The Scorpion is one of many who will fall.
Charlotte seems to want to take the microphone back, but Freeman compeltely ignores her. He has taken full control of the interview, and whatever she was planning on asking, it seems she will not get the chance. The Senator and Cole both stand at Freeman's sides - both of them just as triumphant as Freeman himself.
Freeman: On another note, it has come to my attention that tonight has been deemed Fan "Appreciation" Night. It has yet to be explained to me WHAT exactly these fans have done to justify having a night done to honoring them. Is it they who step into this ring week after week, sacrificing their bodies for the sake of competition? I have been told that Hawthorne had said that all championships would be defended tonight, and would like it to be known for the record that had Chris Phenomenal not abused a loophole to get his championship match tonight, there would be no world title match taking place. I, however, can take solace in the fact that Ascendancy does have the last laugh. Because Jon Taylor was suspended last week, and his championship vacated, it seems that "Fan Appreciation Night" will not be happening after all. After all, there is now no Entertainment Championship match tonight.
The fans boo this announcement, though they had all found out already that no Entertainment Championship match had been booked. It obviously was not part of any plan, though it is still infuriating that even in defeat, Ascendancy has found some way to get one over the crowd. Freeman has a great knack for turning something negative into a positive with just a spin of the angle you look at it from. He speaks with enough conviction to be convincing, but the fans still know that Ascendancy has got to be feeling the loss of Taylor.
Freeman: But since I am forced to compete tonight, I beg you all to root against me with all your might as you surely are planning to do. I'll highly enjoy proving every single one of you wrong, when I pin Phenomenal in the ring and get the first in-ring victim to my reign that shall continue until the day I retire from this company. If anybody happens to disagree, I have only one thing to say. Think back to last week, and remember The Scorpion. The victim of just what Ascendancy is capable of.
Freeman seemingly has said all he needs to say and he looks to his stablemates to see if they have anything else they would like to add. It is Steve Phillips who takes the microphone first, he too having something he needs to say. The crowd has always remained a bit torn towards him. While many had been angry at his joining with Freeman, when somebody such as him has been wrestling as long as he has, he is always going to amass some fans who will not turn away.
Senator: As these comrades of mine have said, the tides of ACW have turned. There is a new era, and as Jason Freeman will show off tonight in his first title defense, he has become the top wrestler in this company – a tribute to hard work, no matter how underhanded his actions may have been along the way. Ryan Cole has proven time and time again that while not yet as experienced, has all the right steps to become a world champion himself in the future. And I believe I have shown that out of all the veterans in this company, it is I and I alone who has been able to return time and time again to dish it out in the ring just as hard as I had done in my glory days. We are one down but nevertheless, we are as strong as ever.
Freeman grabs the mic once again, Charlotte having realized that she is not going to be asking any questions has already left the scene, and it is just Ascendancy that is on the screen.
Freeman: And, in case you’re watching…Chris Phenomenal, tonight I get my chance to set the record straight between us. You’ve done nothing but talk about myself for months, but tonight when we step into the ring in a one-on-one encounter we shall see who the better man is. And if your sorry excuse of an alliance attempts to get involved, just know that this time you will not be as lucky as you were last week. Now…I believe that there is nothing more that needs to be said. Ryan Cole, do you have anything to add?
Cole: What more is there to say? We’ve proven what we need to. Besides tough words, we've backed everything we've ever said up with action. It’s more than the “Dogs of War” can say.
Freeman: Indeed, and on that note, I believe we can end this "interview." Now come, I have a world title defense to prepare for.
And with that, Freeman drops the microphone to the ground, and walks off-screen followed by The Senator and Ryan Cole. The interview has ended, and as a result the cameras fade out, leaving the titantron black. Once the cameras stop rolling and Ascendancy has almost reached their locker-room, they turn to each other to discuss their plans moving forward.
Cole: I can’t believe we were even slightly worried about this battle continuing.
Freeman: Well, as I said. I was not going to leave out the possibility of retaliation after viewing his history with Phenomenal. But in any case, it’s over.
Cole: Well, now all we have to worry about is your defense tonight. This is great! And here I thought the loss of Taylor would be detrimental…I mean, what’s the difference? He’ll be back soon anyways. It’s a suspension not a firing. And while the Entertainment Championship has been relieved from his waist, I guess you’re right. It just leaves it open for somebody such as say…myself, for example, to go win the belt. And so maybe this will all work out for the best anyways. Hey Dominic!
Campbell: Yeah, I was thinking, can I get the rest of the night off, without Scorpion around, you don't need me, and I wanted to go check up on some personal matters.
Cole: I’m in a good mood, and I’m feeling generous. Scorpion no-showed, and I’m sure we’ve got the match covered tonight. CP’s got two guys in his corner, and Freeman will have two in his, right Freeman? That’s all we really need.
Freeman: I am highly confident I won’t need any assistance at all tonight, though yes…two reinforcements in my corner in case CP’s mindless followers have the gall to attempt anything would be helpful.
Cole: Well, the point is that’s all we need. I doubt I’ll really be needing you any more tonight Dominic, so go do…whatever you do when you’re not on the job.
Dominic: You sure about that? I don't want to take off if you don't feel like I should.
Cole: Yeah but like I said, I’m feeling generous! Don’t worry about it!
Freeman: While this is a touching moment, may I suggest we focus on the rest of tonight for now?
Cole: Okay, okay! Sorry if I interrupted you “master.”
Senator: I have to agree with Freeman on this point. Tonight is vital, and we should focus on making sure the world title belt stays in our grasp. We still have time to talk strategy.
Freeman: And that is what we shall do.
They come to the door of the Ascendancy locker-room and they enter. It is almost time for the first world title defense of Jason Freeman's career, and all eyes are on him. Was his victory a fluke or will he deliver tonight?
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:21:21 GMT -5
The Bar scene Credit: Criminal The titantron starts to play a video. In the bottom right hand corner it reads..."Four days ago". The scene shows a bar, filled with sexy women, and loud playing music. It shows the ACW superstar "Criminal" dancing all over the women with a beer in hand. The camera slowly comes up to him while he is dancing. Criminal looks straight into the camera with a smile on his face. He then signals for the camera to follow him to the back room. Once in the room the sound is vacant, and the room is filled with seating.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to the wonderful world of the Criminal. Tonight we are breaking the seven deadly sin of gluttony. This back room tonight is rented to me tonight. The camera cycles the room, and the shows all the food and tables lined up.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] The act of excessive eating or drinking is in full effect tonight. Hell, I just might have to take a step back and lets fulfill the wonderful sin of lust. You can never have to much lust in your lifetime. Criminal smiles and walks away from the camera. The titantron then shows a message that says..." This has been a message from your Criminal". The scene fades.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:22:06 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrjXDSuBuaQ - The CBS NFL Theme somg plays and a deep voice booms through on a PA system. Meanwhile, on screen a video of Claude LeBatard best in ring skills plays. In a times of war
When the laughter and games stop!
The people need hope,
But no one answers their call!
Now, one man brings you that laughter!
Hope is restored!
Citizens of Fra-merica...
Your Saviour,
Claude LeBatard presents: A minute with Claude! [/color][/size][/b] The camera fades in to a studio set, with a large backdrop of Claude LeBatard taking up the entire screen. Infron of the backdrop is a desk like those seen on any news set. But behind the desk is where the action is, sitting in the chair smiling a tthe camera, is none other than your favourite frenchman, Claude LeBatard. He winks at the camera before straightening the papers in his hand and clearing hs throat. Claude: Ladies and gentlemen, good eveningz. You join me here on ze first night of A minute wiz Claude. I 'ope to guide you on a long journey over the course of ze next few months. In zis show we will be following ze good, ze bad and ze hideously deformed... or as he is know, Jason Freeman... just a little joke zer. Now zen, let s get to ze starting. Ladies, gentlemen, give it up for last weeks match of ze week as selected by a team of highly trained experts.Claude turns behind to face the other way as the backdrop changes to show clips of last weeks match of Buddy Ghee vs Claude LeBatard. A few clips are shown before the finish with Claude hitting la revolution of Buddy. Claude turns backround to face the camera. Claude: Wasn't zat just amazing people. I mean, I really did well zere. Zis match was voted best because of... well because I was in it really. Moving on... our flop of ze week comes from Christopher Lawson and 'is poor attempt to chat up a mop at ze end of a heavy drinking session.The backdrop now shows a video of Chris Lawson, drunk out of his skull leaning against a wall. He begins mumbling words to a mop drunkerdly. The mop falls over and Chris looks as if he's jsut been rejected and begins sobbing into his own hands. Claude turns back again and chuckles to himself. Claude: Next week we will 'ave ze special guest to lengthen ze show out but zis week is only a starter so we couldn't get anyone more important zan people zat I 'ave beaten. So i shall now move on to ze phone call section. Do we 'ave a call?Claude puts his finger to his ear and bad impersonation of woman clearly made up by Claude plays. Oh 'ello, It is Claude...ette 'ere, I am an american citizen. Anyway, my question for Claude, is, Mr LeBatard... 'ow come you're so awesome and are undefeated in ze 'ole of your ACW career?Claude: Well, it is nice to 'ave an adoring fan. I'd 'ave to say, i'm so awesome, because I am rich and french. Plus I 'ave trained all my life, I am ze best in ze business. Which also answers why I am ze undefeated. Thankyou Claudette. Ze final piece for tonight is ze pattented Sarkozy watch. I'll be catching up on everything Sarkozy, ze beautiful man zat 'e is, is doing. Lets go to zis weeks clip now.Claude turns round for a third time to watch a clip of Sarkozy and his wife, the lovely model, Carla Bruni, walking through a crowded street in Frace. Claude begins to narrate the segment for the viewers. Claude: Look at zat, the two lovers walking through ze street to be with ze people. Look at zat face, so smooth, zat silky brown 'air, sleek figure, zose sexy legs. And ofcourse Carla Bruni on ze left. A lovely couple if ever zere was one.Claude turns back round to the amera for the final time. Claude: Well, zat is all zis week, next week ze show wiill be even better tune in zen... and stay French America.Claude winks at the camera and the scene comes to an end as the credits roll.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:23:47 GMT -5
Another Sin? Credit: Criminal The lights flicker throughout the arena. Music begins to play over the P.A. system. “BECAUSE I’M A CRIMINAL!!” is heard, and then the music begins to stop as another video is being played on the titantron. The words read “Later that night without notice, The Criminal shows us all Envy, Pride, and Anger all within a few brief moments.” The video continues to play in the bar. The camera man walks over towards the bar showing a drunken, Criminal, taking another shot of liquior. The camera man moves around in such a way to not be noticed by the athlete, but still in a perfect angle to capture everything that is about to happen. Criminal is seen turning around with his back against the bar, just gazing at all the bitches. He walks up to a girl and starts grinding on her, she enjoys it and smiles at the man.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Hey lil mamma, What you on tonight? Lady: I’m just here to have a good time. By the way my name is Sarah. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well that’s just great, I’m here to have a great time myself, and of course I am a man of no introduction. Sarah: Yes, I know who you are Criminal. Wow, this dancing is making me hot! [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well we could always go back to my room. Criminal smiles a little bit.Sarah: I’m not meaning that kinda hot, but who knows what may happen after a few drinks. Sarah has a flirting smile on her face. Criminal then smiles back with an evil grin and proceeds up to the bar. He orders two drinks, and then glances back towards the girl. He notices a young gentleman has walked up to her and started dancing on her. Criminal becomes filled with envy, and waits for the drinks while the jealousy burns inside him. Once the drinsk are made, he makes his way back over to the girl.Sarah: Oh, thank you. Guy: Who the hell are you? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I’m the man that was here first, and the man that just bought this lovely lady a drink. Guy: Well, Sir, I’m the guy that is going to take this lady home, and fuck her brains out. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal: [/glow]That’s going to be a little hard. Guy: And why is that? You gonna try to do something PUNK! Criminal becomes furious! [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You obviously have no idea who I am do you? Sarah is quick to step back.Guy: I really don’t give a fuck who you are. Now stop cock blockin, and get your ass out my way. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I’m just getting started here. As a matter of fact, why don’t you have a drink. Criminal smashes the glass over the guys head. He is then quick to deliver the heist to the man that stood in his way of completeing the sin of lust once again. The man lays on the ground motionless for a few moments.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal: [/glow] Sarah, I think it’s about time for me to leave. So here is a copy of my room key. You can find me at the Hilton in suite 500. I’ll be waitin for ya. Criminal hands her the room key, and then turns the guy over. He kneels down next to him and picks up his head with his hair.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Now bitch, I’m the Criminal. Former ACW Entertainment Champion, and Future ACW Entertainment Champion. All you are is a baby back bitch, that got layed out by the best. Don’t worry though, I’ll show this bitch a time that punks like you could only dream of. Now, so I know that you won’t get any other girl in this bar, it’s time to show my pride and joy and make you untouchable. Criminal then stands up, unbuttons his pants, pulls out his pride and joy and pisses all over the low life on the floor. Other people in the bar are laughing, as Criminal continues to pee. Criminal goes to walk away but the bouncer is at the door with an officer. Criminal stops for a moment and realizes that he is about to go to jail. He grabs a chair and throws it at the officer, knocking him down. The security guard looks towards the officer and Criminal is quick with a heist. Criminal then runs out of the bar and vanishes in the darkness of the night. The camera moves back to the drunk, piss covered, man layed out on the floor and then moves to a commercial break.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Sept 29, 2010 2:24:43 GMT -5
Main Event – Chris Phenomenal vs. Jason Freeman. (Credit: CP) Only one person in ACW can claim to have beaten Chris Phenomenal in every match they have had. Despite taking on numerous ACW Hall of Famers, and award winners, it is not they who have stood up against Chris Phenomenal. Instead, it is the current ACW Champion, Jason Freeman, who has been the kryptonite of Chris Phenomenal.
Until TonightThe weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong
“Dead Wrong" begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, in a long boxing style robe and stops at the top of the entrance ramp. Head down covered by the hood, Chris makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands, throwing his arms outwards as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the ring, fully focused. Reaching the bottom. Chris climbs into the ring between the second and third ropes and immediately goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, no gesturing or taunting, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. McNally: “Ladies and Gentleman this match is sure to be a slug fest as there is absolutely no love lost between these two.” Edison: “You're right there Eddie, though it's never been out in the open, those who have watched ACW programming in the past know these two will go to any lengths to prove their superiority.” McNally: “And tonight, capping off what so far has been a great night of ACW Wrestling here on Fan Appreciation Night, they'll do it for the greatest prize in the industry.” Are you ugly? A liar like me? A user, a lost soul? Someone you don’t know Money it’s no cure. A Sickness so pure Are you like me? Are you ugly? There is no fancy entrance from Freeman. He walks out, championship on his shoulder, and makes no effort to make any eye contact with the fans on this "Fan Appreciation Night." As he walks down the ramp, he never once takes his eyes from Chris Phenoomenal, as the time for the match draws closer and closer. As he enters the ring, and gives his championship belt to the referee, he makes his way to the corner, ready to hear the bell. Both men look across the ring at each other as Phillip Jones steps into the center of the ring for the official introductions. Jones: “Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and is for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, to my right, he is a former ACW World Heavyweight Champion, former ACW International Champion, former ACW Entertainment Champion and reigning Fallen Heroes Winner. Hailing from Harlem, New York, Chris Phenomenal!” There is a mixed reaction from the crowd with many still trying to decide the lesser of two evils in this match and to whom they should lend their support. Jones: “And his opponent. He is a former ACW Entertainment Champion, former ACW International Champion and the current ACW World Heavyweight Champion. Hailing from Long Island, New York. Jason Freeman!” The reaction for the champion is much the same as that received by Chris Phenomenal. Freeman simply smiles to himself as Phillip Jones ducks out of the ring and the two men wait for the sound of the bell. McNally: “Ladies and Gentleman we'll be back after the break for the beginning of this match for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship.
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