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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 1:57:40 GMT -5
Tonight's Card
Mike Kazuna vs Alex Trixier --- Criminal vs Frank Washington --- Cross vs Buddy Ghee --- Main Event Tag Team Match Tag Team of Gloriousness vs Public Enemy and Claude LeBatard
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 1:58:57 GMT -5
After the show ended last week with the haunting image of Dominic Campbell's brutalized body, and that sinister rose, how will the pieces fall tonight? Will Ascendancy be reacting to these occurences? Will Scorpion strike again? Find out tonight on Monday Night Warfare!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:11:31 GMT -5
As the opening pyros die out, the camera focuses on our commentators - Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison, both of them just as ready for a night of ACW action as the fans.McNally: Welcome to Monday Night Warfare! Edison: I've been waiting for this show ever since last week! I mean after everything that went down! McNally: The show certainly ended with surprises, the first of them right after our main event contest. After Chris Phenomenal failed to capture the ACW Championship from Jason Freeman, he fell victim to a brutal assault from his own stable! The crowd boos at Phenomenal’s remarks which seem to irritate the now former #1 contender. CP is about to continue his rant, however both Frank and Cross start to circle him like sharks who have just sensed blood in the water. Phenomenal realizes what’s happening but before he can defend himself both Washington and Cross start throwing a barrage of punches at him. Phenomenal tries to fend them off however the combined efforts of Cross and Washington prove to be too much as the punches bring the big man down to the mat. McNally: What the…Edison: The Dogs of War are attacking Phenomenal like a pack of wolves! Washington and Cross start stomping a mud hole into Phenomenal as he’s unable to defend himself. Frank then tells Cross to pick him up as Frank runs up against the ropes and hits Phenomenal with an enziguri. Cross not wanting to give Phenomenal even a moment’s reprieve catches him in an inverted DDT before he can hit the mat. Frank then rolls under the ring rope and walks over to the time keeper and grabs a mic from ringside. Frank is heard laughing to himself as he walks back up the ring steps as Cross grins sinisterly at the fallen CP. McNally: Why would the Dogs of War attack their own leader, so soon after the group's inception? I have word that both Frank Washington and Cross are in the building tonight so hopefully we will be receiving some answers. Whether Chris Phenomenal is here or not remains to be seen. Edison: After that assault? I doubt it. McNally: Well, we will see both of those men in action tonight, as Frank Washington faces Criminal, and Cross takes on Buddy Ghee! But now let's take you back to the end of the show, and the shocking footage that played. Edison: Shocking...I don't think there's any word for it then that. Freeman appears to be too busy ranting to notice what Cole sees, so Cole quickly grabs him and points towards his left. Freeman yells at Cole to let him be, but suddenly falls dead silent when he sees what Cole is pointing at. Freeman’s eyes grow wide with surprise and he simply stares forward with his mouth gaping wide open, as if in complete and utter shock. Cole looks in the same direction with a similar look on his face, causing confusion from The Senator. Senator: Gentlemen, what in the world has come over you… Upon turning to look, even the calm and collected Senator shows his complete shock as his eyes grow wide. Near the unconscious Dominic’s head rests a large wooden crate on the floor; however the cause for this shock rests on top of the wood. Resting on top of the crate…is a single white rose! The cameras slowly fade out now as the last image captured is that of Jason Freeman, his eyes wide with shock, standing stunned at the pale white flower… [/i] [/quote] McNally: I have word that Jason Freeman WILL be addressing the crowd tonight...and hopefully will mention Ascendancy's stance on the events that occured last week. Edison: Well that's enough talking, let's just get this show started! McNally: Fair enough! And the camera fades out, the show finally about to begin.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:12:35 GMT -5
Segment: Paranoia and Remonstrations (Credit: Ascendancy)
Back in the Ascendancy locker room, Ryan Cole is pacing the floor in front of a weary looking Jason Freeman, and Senator Steve Phillips, who is in the middle of a phone conversation.
Ryan Cole: That was unacceptable, I didn't bring Dominic around here so some crazy lunatic could smash his head in! I'll not stand for such a thing!
Freeman has been looking down, almost as if he wasn't listening to what was being said. He seems to snarl as he begins to speak while clenching his fists
Jason Freeman: It's like...it's like we didn't even lay a hand on him...and I know better. He should be in a hospital...
Cole: I can't believe that Scorpion could even walk! We put him down like a wayward fox in the brush!
The Senator: Would you two keep it down a bit, I am in the middle of an important set of negotiations...
Freeman, without a single word, stands up and closes the Senator's phone with an emphatic gesture.
Senator: Hmph, of all the nerve!
Freeman: Yes Phillips, you have quite some nerve to be chatting away with some wannabe big shot in Washington or wherever while we have business to discuss right here, right now!
Cole: If you didn't notice, the Scorpion, the guy who's head you kneed in, who's knee I bashed in, who's back Freeman smashed in, nearly killed my bodyguard, and is most certainly going to try to take the rest of us out.
Freeman: And even more importantly, he wants my title. He's not getting it!
Senator: If I may get a word in edgewise...
Freeman: We need to do something about this, and now. I called us here so we could come up with a course of action - you know, like you guys are supposed to do.
Cole: If we don't do something, we're all going to be laying a pool of our own blood, just like we left him!
Senator: Ahem...
Cole: This is almost too much! I didn't sign a contract for this!
Senator: AHEM. Thank you for finally stopping that endless string of doomsday prophesies and self-pity. I can understand where you two are coming from, but I cannot allow this to continue. We picked this fight, we knew what we were getting into. We brought this upon ourselves, and we will indeed bear this cross!
Freeman: I'm very glad you're confident Phillips. Don't get me wrong, that sounds all good and nice when you're the one standing there without any pressure here, but in case you've forgotten I've got a belt that I have to defend against that psychopath, and Cole just about had to bury his bodyguard.
Senator: Do you not think I have dealt with similar foes in the past? I am speaking from experience, after all. Is that not why you brought me into this group? An enraged Thunderkiss was a sight to behold, and he sent me to the hospital on multiple occasions. Ridley was practically the proto-Scorpion as far as ACW goes, and I stood up to him in his prime when I was just re-establishing myself in the organization. Even way back in the GFWWE, I brought down a crazed cult that was randomly attacking people backstage and chasing them around the locker room area with heavy machinery and even crude weaponry! And that is not even mentioning my time before I went into pro wrestling... Let it suffice to say that I know something about these sorts of people, and the threats they bring. It is all good and fine to harbor doubts in the privacy of this room, but we must not show them in public. Furthermore, we cannot give him the terrible power of fear and intimidation over ourselves. Mr. Cole, you must get a grip, and realize that you are still standing. Mr. Freeman, or dare I say, Mr. Champion, you are still the standard bearer of Ascendancy and ACW itself. Act like you believe that! You are the best in the ring that we have to offer! Scorpion is an abominable foe, but one that we knew we were going to face, one that we knew we could face, and to defeat!
Freeman: You done yet? Phillips, I am a very realistic man. Yes, it's wonderful to be positive, but it doesn't keep us any safer to act like the problem just went away. Just because I want to keep being champion doesn't mean I know I'm going to keep the belt! And even if I believed I could overcome Scorpion - which, by the way, I do - that does not mean we ARE certain that I am going to!
Senator: And yet, by giving up on yourself, you give him a mighty victory.
Freeman: Who said I'm giving up on myself? Who do you think you're ranting your head off at? Have you forgotten who I am? I am Jason...Freeman, and I'm the ACW Champion! I'm going to defend this belt, and I know I'm the best, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Now I just have to focus on surviving this month...but I will. Somehow.
Cole: Nice of you to be so certain! Scorpion went for Dominic, he's surely going after me next! The worst thing is that none of us will know when he's going to strike, we're helpless!
Freeman: No. We're not helpless. We're going to get through this. I don't know how, but we will, since we're Ascendancy, we're the best ACW has to offer, we're intelligent, strong, skilled, and we've controlled this place since we put it all together. I don't like this, but we're going to deal with it. He wants us to worry, but we won't be giving him his wish. He loves to play mindgames, but we won't get caught up in them. And it's too bad, since once we get past Scorpion, there's really nothing left to stand in our way.
Cole: I hope you're right. I have a bright future here to protect.
Senator: Mr. Freeman is correct, we merely need to survive this, and the gates are kicked wide open. I do suggest that we take care, but we will stand strong, in spite of Scorpion's threats, to spite his threats. We exercise a healthy respect for his abilities, but we show no respect whatsoever for his attempts at intimidation, you understand?
Cole: Yessir.
Freeman: Whatever. This is our era, and I refuse to let anyone tarnish it! Not Hawthorne, not Scorpion, not CP and his former little group - nobody's gaining on Ascendancy. And Senator, as you always like to say, that's nothing but the truth. Let's get ready, and you two better have my back at all times.
Jason Freeman pats the belt on his shoulder.
Freeman: This is the reason we're here, after all.
The three teammates nod to each other, and Ascendancy seems to have worked through its issues, but will that be enough?
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:14:20 GMT -5
Making A Legend Claude LeBatard The scene begins in Claudes locker room with Claude sitting on his large, leather "love seat"... alone. Perhaps symbolic of his current luck with the ladies, but no! Claude has never fallen on hard times and certainly won't anytime soon. He's ACW greatest (and only) Frenchman and he'll live up to that name for aslong as he remains with ACW! Now with an official loss under Claude's belt though he can't be too happy. Claude sits relaxed on his couch wearing a green tweed suit with brown leather elbow patches on it and his lucious hair hanging down behind his ears. He strokes his smooth face and prepares mentally for his match-up tonight by staying calm. If everything goes to plan there's no way he's gonna lose, because this week there isn't a third party to run a muck within his ring of honour, tonight is gonna be total, non stop, action! Tonight Claude is going to fight with raw power, he's going to lay the smackdown and be the king of world wrestling entertainment that is Alpha Championship Wrestling. Claude closes his eyes and visualizes his match, he sees the baying crowd, the roaring commentators and his cowardly opponents for tonight. His opponent lays down in the ring for Claude to take an easy pin, because everyone should bow down to the frenchman. Tonight that's is exactly how it's going to happen! In Claude's mind its an almost certainty, his confidence isn't on a downer after the loss last week, he wasn't pinned, it doesn't matter to him. Suddenly, Claude's cell phone on the coffee table infront of the couch begins ringing. Claude snaps out of his battle meditation and snatches his phone from the table in a single, smooth motion. he checks the caller ID but it's unknown, who would be ringing Claude on an unknown ID? Crazed fan girls? Maurice on a pay phone because he's stuck in Romania or where ever those pesky Romans come from? After a few seconds the Maurice option seems less likely and Claude answers the phone. Claude: 'Ello? 'o is zis?: Hello Mr LeBatard, I'm Manny Bellows, a reported for the local newspaper and I was wondering if you have time for a little over the phone interview? Claude: Yes, zat would be fine. but make it quick, I 'ave to get back to my preparation for my match tonight!Manny: Yeah yeah, try not to lose this one... Claude: Excuse me!?Manny: I said... a goose is different from a swan... Claude: Ahhh yes, zer are a few differences acctually, not ze graceful elegance of ze swan as it majestically swims down ze river. Zen you 'ave ze pesky goose, chasing you because it wants your sandwich. Well it is my sandwich Mr Goose, now back off or I will be forced to take action! Zen ze goose keeps coming at you and you 'ave to 'it it wiz ze la revolution before putting it in ze grand finalé! Take zat Mr Goose! But ofcourse zen you are taken to court because you are in England, and zis is not allowed because zere are silly animal protection laws and geese can not speak French apparently! Silly country! I spit on your rules and regulations!Manny: Anyway, so who are you fighting tonight then Mr LeBatard? Claude: Eh? What does it matter? I mean, it is obvious I am going to win when I 'ave ze lovely Public Enemy on my side.Manny: Isn't it the team that beat you last week? Claude: Zey did not beat us last week! Zat is a lie! I was not pinned! Did you see me get pinned!? No! Because it did not 'appen! Be quiet you silly little american!Manny: You're right, so tell me, how are you enjoying being in a tag team then? Claude: It makes life much much easier. Now I can just sit back and watch as my opponent gets beaten up in ze ring.Manny: Didn't go too well last week... Claude: What!?Manny: Your tag team futures looking bleak? Claude: 'Ow dare you!!!Manny: I mean, you've got less class than a greek? Claude: Zat is it! I 'ave 'ad enough of you! You watch me tonight and see me pin my opponent one, two three! Une! Deux! Trois! And zen i will be ze one laughing! If I ever see you mark my words, it will be ze last time you 'ave ze ability to dial my number! Zat's right! I'm going to rip off all ze numbers on your key pad!Claude hangs up and launches his phone across the room! He screams in anger and bangs his fist on the coffee table before standing up. Claude turns around to see Maurice walking into the room from outside holding a bag of groceries. Claude storms over to Maurice before Maurice can even take a second look at whats going on. Claude grabs him by both ears and pulls him so they are eye to eye. Claude face is blood red with rage, he grits his teeth and breathes heavily pressing his forehead against Maurices'. Claude: Tonight I am going to make zis show my own! Everyone will talk about 'ow amazing Claude LeBatard is and 'ow 'e 'as changed wrestling! You are coming wiz me! Tonight we will show ze world why it is Claude LeBatard zat deserves to be at ze top of ze roster, instead of being mocked by stupid little reoprts of crappy american towns!Claude drops Maurice and storms out of the locker room as Maurice drops the groceries and runs to follow him. Claude is in an all out rage mode tonight, something special is in the making mark my words. As Claude storms off pushing random backstage workers out his way the camera fades out.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:21:03 GMT -5
Match 1 Mike Kazuna vs Alex Trixier (Credit: Freeman)
It's the debut of Mike Kazuna tonight as he takes on the man whose win/loss record may not be so impressive, but nonetheless, a man who is filled with dedication - Alex Trixier. The match starts quickly, with Kazuna going on the offense and trying to make a good first impression on the crowd. After all, first impressions can be lasting ones. After some nice speedy moves, Trixier tries to throw Kazuna out of the ring. Kazuna lands on the apron with ease and springboards into the ring, hitting Trixier with a crossbody! Kazuna gets some cheers for his athleticism and then covers for a two count.
Trixier attempts to fight back and reverse some of Kazuna's moves. As Kazuna whips Trixier to the turnbuckle, Kazuna runs in getting planted with a boot to the face. Trixier jumps onto the second turnbuckle and jumps off, trying to hit what appears to be some kind of axehandle. Kazuna recovers however and jumps into the air hitting a dropsault on the airbourne Trixier and kicking him right in the chest! The crowd once again cheers as Kazuna gets a two count.
The fastpaced contest continues, and Kazuna has begun to get some fans on his side as he continues to make short work of Trixier. Trixier once again tries to get momentum, and as Kazuna hits some stiff kicks Trixier manages to catch one! Trixier hopes perhaps to dragon screw but Kazuna jumps in the air and hits a nice enzuigiri! Trixier seems out on his feet, but falls towards the turnbuckle which supports him. Kazuna quickly makes a cut-throat motion as he spins Trixier around and hits a fisherman's driver that he calls the Grunge Driver. Then Kazuna quickly ascends the turnbuckle, making sure to signal to the crowd who eagerly anticipates what he is about to do. He certainly does not dissapoint as he leaps from the turnbuckle with a shooting star leg drop! (The Grunge Drop.) The crowd cheers wildly for this impressive manuever, as Kazuna pins, already having won some fans to his side from his impressive display. 1....2....3!
Phillip: Here is your winner...Mike Kazuna!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:23:23 GMT -5
Warm Up (Big Frank, Cross)
The scene opens up backstage in the locker room as Frank Washington is seen sitting in a chair finishing taping his wrists, already in his ring gear for his upcoming match later against Criminal as Cross can be heard in the background throwing several jabs and hooks at the punching bag in the background as a warm up. Frank tears off the tape as he finishes up and stands up walking over to the punching bag and his tag partner.
Frank Washington: You’ve been throwing jabs at that bag all day since security personnel let us in the building.
Cross just simply grunts as he throws a thunderous left hook at the bag before taking a break to face Washington.
Cross: Yeah, I have something wrong with that?
Frank Washington: Well I wouldn’t say that, however wouldn’t it be wiser to better conserve your energy for your opponent later tonight?
Cross throws a few more punches and jabs at the bag as Frank grabs a bottle of Gatorade, cracking the seal to open it as he takes a drink of it.
Cross: This is just a warm up before this Demon unleashes hell in that ring later tonight. I’ve prepared more rigorously for fights in the past and as far as I’m considered this warm up is mere child’s play.
Frank nods taking another drink of his Gatorade before responding.
Frank Washington: I’m well aware of your work on the MMA circuit, infact that’s what originally caught my eye several years ago before I introduced you to this business. Nobody can deny the impact that we’ve already caused in the ACW in such a short time in taking out both Phenomenal and TJ in a matter of weeks, we didn’t take out mere rookies but established faces in this federation. Better yet with that coward Jon Taylor being stripped of the Entertainment Championship this would be a good way to throw our names out there in the running. He was just a Chihuahua hiding behind the “Big Dogs” in Ascendancy, big mouth but can’t back himself up.
Cross merely grunts rather apathetically at the notion.
Cross: I could care less about that title; I just want to spill some blood and break some bodies and tonight I’ll continue that trend. Championships or not I’ve already made it clear what I’m here to do, TJ and Phenomenal just happen to be the first victims of my wrestling career. And before it’s over I guarantee that much more blood will flow and stain the canvas as the red river of my enemies pour over onto the concrete.
Frank Washington: And that’s why I brought you along for the ride. You take care of Ghee and I’ll deal with Criminal and let’s build upon our momentum.
And with that the camera fades to black.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:24:39 GMT -5
EPIPHANY Chris Lawson Returning to the communal locker room of Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal (which one is which?), Chris Lawson seemed calm enough as he reached to open the door. It was an easy enough operation right? Just grab the handle, twist and push in. Of course entering a room is a damn sight more difficult when the second you open the door a knife flings straight for your head. Lawson instinctively ducked but of course it sank into the leg of some guy further down the corridor who hit the ground with a thud and a scream. Writhing in agony, Lawson went into combat mode as in front of him the main dining table was flipped up as a protective shield while more sharp things were hurled at him with great force.
His attacker was none other than TSSA member Ms. Public Enemy who simply did NOT want to see the lawyer at this present time. Or any time because unbeknownst to Lawson the two had a grudge, a death match waiting to happen as history in the past had already guided these two together only to royally tear them apart once again. Now, without realizing it Lawson was once again paying the price.Public Enemy: GET OUT! Chris Lawson: What?![/I] Public Enemy: I said GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. Of the locker room you fucking dick! Chris Lawson: What did I do?!Public Enemy: You existed you worthless fucking moron. Get the fuck out of Claude's locker room or I will cave your head, got it?! Chris Lawson: Yeesh, such foul langauge for such a pretty lady.Public Enemy: I swear to God if I have to drag down some card carrying KKK members here to deal with your smart ass I'll fucking do it! Chris Lawson: WOAHWOAHWOAH, there is NO need for racism you fat bitch! I oughta'-Public Enemy: Get out of the locker room NOW or so be it I will HURT you. If I have to come over there and throw your black ass out of the room you will have cuts on every inch of your body filled with salt. Salt in the wounds. Get. OUT. I fucking hate you! You RUINED my life. Chris Lawson: What the fuck? Ruined? I don't even know you, I-.Another whisky glass, narrowly dodged by Lawson the lawyer. It smashed on the wall behind him as a result of his quick-thinking ninja skills. Lawson decided to flee the psychotic Public Enemy. There was no reasoning with insanity. He would have to try and talk to her later when she wasn't having a raging orgasm over his presence. Walking away from the locker room he suddenly had a brainwave. Whipping out his iPhone he quickly typed in a number and continued walking down the corridor. Behind him Enemy left the locker room and walked the other way so as to save confrontation as Lawson dialled the number.Chris Lawson: Hey, Jason Reynolds?Jason Reynolds: Yeah boy? Who's this? Chris Lawson: It's me, Chris. You got a minute?Jason Reynolds: Judge Dreads! MY BOY! I was just about to leave the office, what's up dude? Chris Lawson: Is my old filing cabinet still there?Jason Reynolds: Bro I'm going through it right now for some law reports. You picked a perfect moment. What can I get'cha? Chris Lawson: Have I ruined anyone's life? Like, legally?Jason Reynolds: Well you put a tonne of mob bosses and serial murderers away but you hardly ruined their lives. Lawson paused and thought about it for a moment. He thought about Public Enemy in his mind for a moment and recounted her facial features. Then the time he watched her compete in the ring against various other superstars.Phillip Jones: ”Making her way to the ring... from Los Angeles, California... LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA... LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA, YOUR HOME TOWN CHRIS. LOS ANGELES. CALIFORNIA.”Chris Lawson: Oh SHIT. Dude, do you remember the Judge Dreads case? What was the name of the guy I beat up? The armed robber?Jason Reynolds: Guy? That wasn't a guy. That was a chick. Her name was -static-. She was public enemy number 2 for three weeks in her rampage. You kicked her ass and put her behind bars remember? Chris Lawson: Oh Fuuuuuuuuck! I gotta' go, thanks Jay. HUGE help.Lawson hung up and bolted it down the corridor. He just had to find Claude to warn him of the immense danger he was getting into. He was about to tag team with an ex-con and one who had caused many counts of grievous bodily harm when she robbed a gas station five years ago. Using his athletes legs he remembered that Claude wasn't in the locker room and booked it for the entrance ramp, they were due to go out any minute![FADE]
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:25:46 GMT -5
Match 2 Frank Washington vs Criminal
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:26:26 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: A Defense of Humanity
The cameras cut backstage now to the sight of Charlotte King marching down one of the backstage hallways. She does not have her microphone and appears somewhat flustered, obviously not going to conduct an interview. Interestingly, as she walks down the hall she constantly moves her head from side to side, looking at each door she passes by. This continues for several moments, before she finally comes to a sudden stop when she sees a door slightly ajar to her right. Looking up, she sees a sign above the door indicating that it leads to the roof. After gazing at the sign for a few seconds, she closes her eyes and lets out a deep sigh before speaking aloud to herself.
Charlotte King: Come on Charlotte. You can do this…
This odd statement spoken, Charlotte opens the door and begins walking up the stairs to the roof of the ACW Arena. After walking for about half a minute she suddenly finds herself in front of another door, once again slightly ajar. She quickly grabs the handle and takes another quick breath before pushing it open and walking out onto the roof. It is a peaceful, cool night with a gentle breeze blowing her hair in the wind. She takes a moment to enjoy the environment before quickly turning and scanning the rooftop. She seemingly finds the object of her search off to the right and quickly walks over. The camera follows…and the crowd lets out an audible gasp of surprise to find none other than The Scorpion seated on the rooftop.
The young warrior is covered in bandages, with dried blood stains still permeating some of them. It is obvious that he is still in pain, given the labored breathing and imperfect posture he currently rests in. Despite this however, he seemingly remains focused on his bizarre religious ideology. Charlotte gulps slightly before walking over closer to him and standing beside him. Amazingly, The Scorpion does not react with anger or defense as he normally does; rather he simply sits quietly and gazes at the stars…
Charlotte King: Um…Mr. Scorpion sir?
The Scorpion doesn’t acknowledge her as he continues to gaze off into the distance. However, Charlotte is used to this by now and simply keeps talking.
Charlotte King: Mr. Scorpion? I’m sorry to bother you…but I wanted to apologize to you…
The Scorpion now gives her some type of acknowledgement as he turns his head and looks at her. However, the look on his face is not one of anger or an attempt at frightening her; rather it is one of confusion. He squints his eyes slightly and slowly cocks his head to one side, as if trying to analyze the words she just said.
Charlotte King: I wanted to apologize for two weeks ago. If only I’d been braver I’d have found you and gotten the help you needed. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you…
Still maintaining the look of confusion on his face, The Scorpion finally speaks a few words to his surprising guest.
The Scorpion: What concern is it of yours?
Charlotte King: I saw how in-pain you were beforehand. I knew how bad you were hurting. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I…I…I couldn’t stop thinking about you…
Seemingly stunned by these words, The Scorpion’s eyes go wide for a brief second before he slowly turns away from Charlotte and gazes back into the stars. He continues gazing before speaking once again.
The Scorpion: You? A human soul concerned for the well-being of another? On top of that, a human soul being concerned for the well-being of one that doesn’t conform to their façade of truth? I find that hard to believe. People are base and ignorant, nothing more than domesticated animals. They are incapable of compassion.
Charlotte King: That’s not true Mr. Scorpion! I was concerned about you because I saw how hurt you were! I don’t know what happened to you to make you like this, but not all people are bad!
The Scorpion: It is of no concern to me. I exist not for people, but rather for the divine will. The will of god is my soul source of companionship in this cold and heartless world. I have more pressing matters to attend to; therefore I suggest you leave now while you have the chance.
Charlotte turns away slightly, apparently stung by the coldness of the man in front of her. She looks towards the door, but suddenly gets a very strange look in her eyes. She grabs her chest, as if her heart is pounding while continuing to look at the beaten man nearby. She audibly gulps once again and seemingly wills up her courage…before walking over and actually resting a hand on The Scorpion’s shoulder!
The crowd gasps in shock at the sight, since The Scorpion is known for becoming violent when people get too close. Yet, strangely enough, he does not rise up in anger or even turn away. Rather he turns his head and looks at Charlotte with another look of intense confusion on his face. Charlotte looks at him dead in the eyes before speaking one final time.
Charlotte King: Not everyone is a sinner going to Hell. Not everyone is a cold and heartless creature like you seem to believe. I can tell you’ve gone through a lot and I know you’re all alone. But not everyone is like that. I promise you that...
With that last line, Charlotte turns and leaves the rooftop without another word. As the door closes behind her, the camera zooms in one last time on The Scorpion. His face is still a mask of complete confusion, as if he is experiencing feelings never felt before. Despite his incredible intelligence, The Scorpion has seemingly found a feeling with himself that even he can’t explain…
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:27:14 GMT -5
Viva la France [/size][/color] Claude LeBatard[/center] The scene begins and the camera fades in on the huge crowds of ACW here to watch this weeks edition of Monday Night Warfare. The crowd and chanting and chatting amongst themselves and generally being restless as crowds are. There's a ferocious atmosphere as the crowd are pumped for the reaminder of tonights show. Under the lights of the arena the crowds are obviously hot so it's no wonder theyre restless. 'Perfect Gentleman' by Helloween blasts over the PA system putting the crowds intensity to shame. Claudes tron plays as Claude comes out from backstage expecting his adroing fans, as if he ever had any. Instead Claude is greated by thousands of boos from an arena expecting to see Jason Freeman or one of the many other big names on the roster. But theyre stuck with Claude now. Despite their disappointment it's sure to be an exciting piece of action, Claude is never dull. Claude's face is still blood red fromr age and stress and the boos comign at him from every direction clearly aren't helping relieve the stress. Claude seems to have lost his tweed jacket and walks down to the arena in tweed pants, brown shoes and a white shirt. Maurice follows quickly behind attempting to stay close but not get under Claudes feet to make him more angry. Maurice is wearing his grey chauffeurs uniform as always. The two storm down the ramp before Claude slides into the ring and Maurice retrieves a microphone from the announcer. Maurice then rolls it into the ring and Claude picks it up. He goes to speak but doesn't as the tenacity of the crowd is too much. If he even tried to speak they wouldnt be able to hear him. Claude tries to play the waiting game but patience isn't one of his virtues and the stress gets to him. He suddenly begins screaming down the microphone. Claude: STOP BOOING ME! STOP IT!!! STOP IT NOW YOU STUPID AMERICANS!!! STOP BOOING MEEE!!!Instead the crowds boos only get louder followed by chants of "you suck!". Soon enough though the crowds die down and Claude finally gets a chance to speak. Claude: Finally! I am out 'ere because I 'ave something to say, and you crowds of ruffians can't even 'ere me out? Zis is typical american nature, zis would never 'appen in France, NEVER! Over zere Sarkozy would 'ave you all thrown out, and rightly so! 'E is a man who knows what 'e is doing, not like your silly Obama! He 'as done nothing, nothing at all! 'E is a slacker like everyone of you! You are not fit to watch me wreslte!The crowd begin booing loudly again but Claude shuts them up by shouting. Claude: SILENCE! Now listen up you silly people, tonight I received a phone call from a local reporter and 'e seems to think zat I lost my match last week. I did not, I was not pinned, I did not tap out! I am still undefeated in zis company. Tonight I am against which ever insignificant tag team got ze pin last week wiz my partner. And tonight I will win! Zere will not be a repeat of last week!
Now I recognize that you will not cheer for me, but you will all watch in awe as I defeat my opponents with ze lovely Public Enemy. Not one of you will be able to say, Claude, you did not win, you are losing. No! Because I am not, I am still ze only undefeated frenchman in ze ACW! I 'ave a plan you see, and it is crucial to zat plan zat everyone out 'ere, everyone backstage, EVERYONE recognizes my talent and ability. Nobody 'as zere own personal servant and lawyer like I do, I am ze man you all want to be... and America... I 'ate to say it... but you're all JEALOUS!
Yes, zat's right, g-e-l-u-s, Jealous! You need to open your mind and your 'earts to me. You will see I am not ze enemy, oh no, I am ze only one you can trust in zis federation. I am ze Alpha and ze Omega! Ze beginning and ze end! You may say it is unproved, but you wait! When i am 'olding all zat ACW 'as to offer, you will not be laughing. Appreciate me in all my beauty, I 'ave a better smile zan Leonardo Divinci's Mona Lise, a better figure zan Michael Angelo's David. If I wasn't so 'umble I'd compare myself to a god! Ask yourself, do you want to be against me?
No one wants to be against me, tonight I will prove zat, ze tag team of Claude LeBatard and Public Enemy, Twisted Steal and Sex Appeal, will take your breath away tonight! I will now sing ze national anthem for you! Before you cheer, it's ze french national anthem!The french national anthem begins to play as Claude begins readying himself. He then begins singing the french national anthem perfectly in time with the music. Allons enfants de la patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrivé ! Contre nous de la tyrannie L'étendard sanglant est levé ! (bis) Entendez-vous dans les campagnes, Mugir ces féroces soldats ? Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes ! Refrain Aux armes, citoyens ! Formez vos bataillons ! Marchons ! Marchons ! Qu'un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons ! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Que veut cette horde d'esclaves, De traîtres, de rois conjurés ? Pour qui ces ignobles entraves, Ces fers dès longtemps préparés ? (bis) Français ! pour nous, ah ! quel outrage ! Quels transports il doit exciter ! C'est nous qu'on ose méditer De rendre à l'antique esclavage ! Quoi ! ces cohortes étrangères Feraient la loi dans nos foyers ! Quoi ! ces phalanges mercenaires Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers ! (bis) Grand Dieu ! par des mains enchaînées Nos fronts sous le joug se ploiraient ! De vils despotes deviendraient Les maîtres de nos destinées ! Tremblez, tyrans ! et vous, perfides, L'opprobre de tous les partis, Tremblez ! vos projets parricides Vont enfin recevoir leur prix ! (bis) Tout est soldat pour vous combattre, S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros, La France en produit de nouveaux, Contre vous tout prêts à se battre ! Français, en guerriers magnanimes, Portez ou retenez vos coups ! Épargnez ces tristes victimes, A regret s'armant contre nous. (bis) Mais ces despotes sanguinaires, Mais ces complices de Bouillé, Tous ces tigres qui, sans pitié, Déchirent le sein de leur mère ! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Amour sacré de la patrie, Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs ! Liberté, Liberté chérie, Combats avec tes défenseurs ! (bis) Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire Accoure à tes mâles accents ! Que tes ennemis expirants Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire ! Refrain Nous entrerons dans la carrière Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus ; Nous y trouverons leur poussière Et la trace de leurs vertus. (bis) Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre Que de partager leur cercueil, Nous aurons le sublime orgueil De les venger ou de les suivre ! RefrainThrough out the song the crowd does nothing but boo but that doesn't stop Claude! As the song comes to an end Claude bows before dropping the mic and walking out to his entrance music. The crowd gladly boo him all the way before the camera fades out, leaving the arena bitterly aggravated.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:40:44 GMT -5
Segment: I totally Just Wrote this Right Now in Like Ten Seconds so Don't Expect Much! (Credit: Freeman)
You know the deal, Trace is here, Greg is here, etc, etc
Trace: You know what's not fair Greg?
Greg seems to think about it for a minute
Greg: …The fact that a respectable manager such as me is obligated to manage a buffoon such as yourself with nothing in it for me besides the chance to look like a fool on national television every week?
Trace: …
Greg: …
Trace: …Nah, not that.
Greg: Then I’m stumped…
Trace: THE FACT THAT I’M NOT THE ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION RIGHT NOW!!!!
Greg: Ah, of course….
Trace: I MEAN…LIKE…WHAT THE HECK IS HAWTHORNE EVEN DOING WITH THE BELT! I HAVEN’T SEEN IT IN YEARS! OR…AT LEAST WEEKS….
Greg: Well, remember? Jon Taylor had it stripped off him…
Trace: Yeah and the way I see it, I asked for it first, so it should go to me! That’s how things work in life Greg! ITS CALLED CALLING SHOTGUN!
Greg: I don’t think you can call shotgun on title belts, Trace.
Trace: WELL I DID, GREG! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I’D DO IT AGAIN! WHERE’S HAWTHORNE, I WANT TO SPEAK MY MIND TO HIM!
Greg: You did that last week, it didn’t work.
Trace: BUT THAT WAS LAST WEEK! I PRACTICED THIS WEEK!
Greg: Practiced?
Trace: Yeah, what I’m gonna say!
Greg: And what would that be?
Trace thinks
Trace: Well I figured what I’d do is I’d walk up to him see?
Greg: Yeah?
Trace: And then I’d say YO HAWTHORNE….or like, maybe...YO BOSS or something cause I wanna be sorta polite or something.
Greg: Okay?
Trace: And then I’d be like…YOU FORGOT TO GIVE ME THE ENTERTAINMENT TITLE BELT YOU PROMISED ME!!
Greg: …
Trace: And then he’ll be like “WHAT ENTERTAINMENT BELT I PROMISED YOU?! I DON’T REMEMBER THAT! THIS IS PREPOFEROUS!” but I’ll be like “YEAH DON’T YOU REMEMBER?!” and then he’ll say “WELL I DON’T AND I HAVE THE MEMORY OF AN ELEPHANT, I NEVER FORGET!” but I’ll say “WELL YOU OBVIOUSLY DID BECAUSE I RAN INTO YOU AND YOU SAID I COULD HAVE IT!” and he’ll say “HOW DO I KNOW YOU’RE NOT LYING!” so I’ll say “WELL YOU CAN BELIEVE THAT IF YOU WANT BUT YOU’LL LOOK REALLY DUMB WHEN YOU’RE SUED FOR BREAKING YOUR PROMISE” so he’ll say “WELL FINE I DON’T REMEMBER BUT HERE YOU GO, ENTERTAINMENT CHAMP!”
Greg: ……
Trace: ?
Greg: …..Um….that was what you practiced?
Trace: Well I was gonna rock paper scissors him for it. I figured he’d pick rock because he’s kinda like….a big firm kinda boss guy, so he would like rocks. I’d pick paper then, and I’d win. But that was kinda chancy and he might have asked for best two out of three…
Greg: Oh look, it’s Hawthorne. Well go put your plan in action hen.
Trace nods
Trace: I will! HEY YO BOSS!
Greg: I see you went with the polite o—-
Trace: SHUSH GREG YOU’RE GONNA RUIN MY PLAN!
Hawthorne: Hello, Trance….
Trace: Er…uh…um….oh, yeah….You forgot to give me that Entertainment Belt you promised me!
Hawthorne: …Nice try.
Trace is thrown…this was not Hawthorne’s line. Well, in any case, he decides to go on anyways
Trace: Yeah don’t you remember?!
Hawthorne: …Listen. I will be addressing the Entertainment Championship situation shortly. There are important decisions being made, and every superstar in the Entertainment division is being analyzed and watched closely. Jon Taylor forcing me to suspend him was unfortunate, but I will make sure this belt is used again soon enough. I can promise that before the pay-per-view the situation WILL be addressed. So if you really want the thing, why don’t you go win a match? How about you wrestle a match next week.
Trace: Yes! Fine! I’ll do that!
Hawthorne: Okay, good. How about…next week you face Buddy Ghee. Deal?
Trace: Er…DEAL! AND IF I WIN IM ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION!
Hawthorne: If you win you’ll increase the chances that you’ll---
Trace: I’ll increase the chances thaaat you’ll give the belt right to me!
Hawthorne: …Get out of here or I’m making it a handicapped match.
Trace: ER…fine…IM OUT OF HERE. SEE YA LATER, BOSS.
And Trace marches off, happily anticipating next week’s match.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:41:33 GMT -5
Match 3 Cross vs Buddy Ghee (Credit: Buddy Ghee)
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:42:37 GMT -5
Segment: Nothing but Mind Games (Credit: Ascendancy/ ) Silence in the ACW arena, until suddenly, “Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers, and the crowd begins to boo as they recognize the theme song of Jason Freeman (and thus, Ascendancy.)
There is a somber look on the faces of the three men who emerge from the curtain. Jason Freeman, followed by Ryan Cole, and then finally Senator Steve Phillips. Freeman as always has his world title belt displayed on his shoulder, and the men slowly walk down the ramp, as the crowd shows their disapproval.
While Ascendancy has clearly been showing its domination in recent weeks, tides may have changed as of last Warfare. After choosing his next opponent, Jason Freeman had picked the Scorpion. After an assault, they had assumed that Scorpion was taken care of, but as it turned out, that was not to be. Last week Dominic Campbell – Ryan Cole’s bodyguard – was found a bloody mess, and the only clue as to his assailant was a single rose. The sign of The Scorpion.
Was it possible he had recovered? Had he been there that night? If he had…then what was to happen now that they had a man eager for revenge on their backs? It is time for Jason Freeman to assess the situation personally as he takes the microphone, and the World Champion begins to speak with a purpose.Freeman: I’m going to make this quick and simple, as I don’t think the situation deserves anything but. I am well aware that speculation is flying, and I am here to set every record straight. Yes, on Monday Night Warfare last week The Scorpion assaulted Ascendancy member Ryan Cole’s personal bodyguard – and thus a member of Ascendancy by association – Dominic Campbell. How that is possible I do not know, but if I am to take the rose found at the scene of the crime at face value, there is no other conclusion to be made. And now all the talk is… “Ascendancy had better be careful…” and “Jason Freeman sure made a huge mistake…” and “I wonder who’s next!” Again, let me set the record straight right now. I’m sorry to disappoint all you loyal ACW fans, but there is not going to be another attack. The Scorpion has somehow survived what SHOULD have been a fatal assault, and while I don’t understand it, it’s of no matter. Resiliency is not enough to become a world champion, and The Scorpion no longer has any element of surprise on his side. We underestimated his abilities to take pain, but I can assure you that Ascendancy sticks together from now on, and that our security has been taken up a notch to ensure that nobody is able to lay their hands on any one of us. Freeman sounds confident, and as he continues to speak, it is almost impossible to doubt him. He certainly seems to not be worried, and to be certain that there is going to be no other attack. But in any case, with Jason Freeman you never know if you can believe what he says. He is sly, and he is manipulative, and he knows how to keep control under pressure. He is able to put his feelings behind him, and make people believe his words. Is he hiding some fear, or is he really convinced no further damage will come of him? If he is, he had perhaps reconsider. The Scorpion has shown time and time again that he finds ways to hurt people if he needs to.Freeman: For example, as you can see I am not alone in this ring. Both Ryan Cole and Steve Phillips stand at my side to ensure that there is not going to be any trouble. And they do. Cole and Phillips are not here to speak, but merely to stay by Freeman. Even if they claim not to be worried, it is obvious that being by themselves on this night would be very dangerous indeed. For Scorpion, just like his namesake, can strike at any time. And when he did it was sure to be deadly.Freeman:And they have not left my side since entering the arena, and they shall not leave my side until we are out of the arena. Now, as for the reasons for this conflict, they are as I stated. I chose to find a powerful challenger to send a message. And yes, that means Scorpion that I have chosen you. Did I expect you to come back from the attack that was given? Truthfully, no. However…after what you did to Dominic Campbell, I’ve decided that it’s better this way. Because now I can make you pay in blood. The message, Scorpion, is going to be sent. You may have avoided one assault, but the contract has already been signed. At Samhain, in three weeks, it is going to be The Scorpion vs Jason Freeman in a match for the World Heavyweight Championship. The crowd pops huge for this news. It had been implied, but this was the first time that it was officially stated, and they are already looking forward to what is sure to be a great match (or more specifically, what is sure to be a great chance for Freeman to lose his championship.) It is almost surprising that Freeman has not tried to duck out of this contest in any way. After all, after Freeman’s original plan did not work as expected, Scorpion was sure to seek revenge in a title match. Still, Freeman knows wants nothing more than for Ascendancy to be the most powerful group in all of ACW, and the only way to achieve that is by victory. The attack of Campbell angered Freeman, and he is not going to let it go unpunished. That is not the way Ascendancy works.Freeman: So yes, Scorpion, I am going to have my example of you after all. Do all you can, but at Samhain I am going to make sure that you end up a wreck on the mat, because you cannot defeat me in the ring. You can play your little mind game, attempt to attack my fellow Ascendancy members – with your little flowers and all – but the one thing you CAN’T do is beat me in a wrestling match. Unfortunately, Scorpion, that’s what you’re going to HAVE to do. And at Samhain I will show that there is nothing to fear. The Scorpion is nothing more than a madman. A man too stupid to know when he has taken too much abuse. You aren’t scary, Scorpion, you are merely crazy and stupid. I will show that to every single one of these fans in three weeks. Why don’t you think about that before you attempt to get in our business again? Freeman drops the microphone, having finished all he needed to say. As Ascendancy looks to leave the ring, THEY ARE SUDDENLY CUT OFF WHEN THE LIGHTS SUDDENLY GO OUT! The crowd reacts with excitement as the arena remains pitch black, with nobody seemingly having an explanation. A couple of noises can be heard in the darkness, which appears to be Freeman fumbling for the microphone. Finally, he is able to find it and gives his thoughts.Freeman: …Do you think I’m scared of the dark?! Huh?! IF YOU THINK THAT I’M GOING TO--- Freeman is cut off when the BIG SCREEN SUDDENLY FLICKERS TO LIFE and shows none other than a close-up shot of Jason Freeman! However, the picture quickly zooms out to show that the image appears to be nothing more than an enlarged photograph. In fact, as the camera zooms out more, it shows four photographs on screen, each one representing the various members of the Ascendancy! Starting with Dominic Campbell on the left, followed by Ryan Cole, then The Senator, and finally concluding with Jason Freeman himself on the far right. Some murmurs can be heard in the crowd at the somewhat disturbing scene being displayed on the screen.Freeman: Am I supposed to be impressed?! Afraid?! As I’ve said, you are nothing but mind games. As Freeman finishes, the picture remains still on the pictures for a few seconds. However, the still-life is quickly broken when the picture of Dominic Campbell suddenly bursts into flames! The paper quickly burns thanks to the consuming fire, turning to ash in less than a minute. Ascendancy reacts with understandable anger, but that all stops with what happens next. Out of nowhere, the camera pans to left and zooms in on a new object…a single white rose! Freeman’s eyes go wide with shock as he continues to stare at the flower on screen.Freeman: I…you… It takes Freeman a moment to regain his composure, and when he finally does, something seems of. As if this time maybe he was a little more effected than he would like to admit perhaps? His voice doesn’t say it, but his eyes suggest it.Freeman: We will not be playing his games! That’s all it is. Games. Cole, Phillips, let’s go. I have nothing more to say. With that, the Ascendancy departs from the ring and the show slowly goes to commercial, with the last image being that of the pale white rose resting silently on the video screen…
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Post by Jason Freeman on Oct 5, 2010 2:43:15 GMT -5
Segment: Chicken! (Credit:Thiago Gracie)
Seeing that they had no matches, Thiago Gracie and Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammadi are instead seen at Biff Taylor's Roadhouse Restaurant, approximately a mile or so off from the Arena. Both are seated at the bar of the rather rowdy establishment, Gracie drinking a glass of water, while Ali grasps a triple stack Cruiser Burger in one hand, and a massive beer glass in the other.
Thiago: This is not good place. Thiago Gracie not eat at place that not serve acai and proper protein diet.
Nigerian Ali: It ok! It good! This good food!
Thiago: Thiago not thinking this good for body, proper food for jiu-jitsu is not found here in restaurant of Biff Taylor.
Ali: Hey, we no here for food anyway.
Thiago: Thiago not understanding very much, why go to eating place if you not go there to eating?
Ali: This place have good chicken!
Thiago: And Thiago already say that Thiago not like food from place of Biff Taylor!
Ali: No-no-no, not THAT chicken, good chicken!
Thiago: Thiago not understanding, speak English.
Ali: I am speak English! We here for pick up good chicken! I no talk food chicken, I talk chicken, like go take home chicken!
Thiago: Thiago is totally not understand you.
Ali: No! You no get it! I talk chicken like chicken sit at table to right, you know, eh? That good chicken, very good chicken.
Thiago: Aaarrrrr! Thiago going to armbar Ali soon if you keep speak like that!
Ali: Wait, wait, it no same as chicken on plate! I talk nice good look chicken like girl chicken, no eat chicken!
Thiago: Thiago thinks your time up to be meeting armbar!
Ali: What the hell of you? Why you put armbar on meat? By the way, chicken want talk to you over there, say you have nice karate clothes!
Thiago: Thiago Gracie not wear clothes of karate man, Thiago Gracie wear Gracie clothes of Jiu-jitsu, sport of real men! Why you talking chicken, chicken say cluck-cluck!
Ali: You no learn!
Fade Out
(Postscript: If you don't understand Ali any better than Thiago, well, I can't blame you...)
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