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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 2:05:34 GMT -5
ACW PRESENTS: SAMHAIN November 1st, 2010
Card:
Natalie Burrows vs Mr. Red
Savio Romero vs Alex Trixier
Entertainment Championship: Public Enemy vs Claude LeBatard vs Buddy Ghee vs Laron Xavier
World Heavyweight Championship: Jason Freeman (c) vs. The Scorpion
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 2:07:24 GMT -5
It's the night after Halloween, and the set shows off the holiday spirit. From the orange and black color scheme, to even some pumpkins, it's clear which pay-per-view this is tonight. Some of the crowd has gotten into the holiday spirit, and have come costumed as their favorite wrestlers - much to the amusement of the other audience members. But one thing that every member of the crowd tonight has in common is that they are very ready for some action, and they are definitely going to get it.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 2:35:07 GMT -5
Segment: Halloween (Credit: Freeman) The titantron fades in, and shows everybody’s favorite (or at least he thinks so) wrestler – Trace Birmingham!Trace: SO DO YOU THINK I SHOULD DO IT, GREG?! Greg: Hm? What? Do what? Trace sighsTrace: INTERFERE IN THE ENTERTAINMENT TITLE MATCH OF COURSE! ROLLUP ONE OF THE OTHER GUYS, AND WALK OUT WITH THE BELT! I’ve only been talking about it FOR THE PAST FIFTEEN MINUTES! Greg: Fifteen minutes, huh? I’ve been zoned out for THAT long? Trace: YOU ZONED OUT WHILE TALKING TO ME?! Greg: Hm? What? Trace gives Greg a death glare, and Greg rolls his eyes.Greg: Well, to be honest it’s always the same thing with you. There’s really no point of listening to it, is there? In any case I’m pretty sure you can’t just go in there and pin somebody to win the belt. But then again you did claim to be the world champion after pinning Danny Mainer in a battle royal…so…. Trace: I AM WORLD CHAMPION! WHY DO YOU THINK I WANT THE ENTERTAIMENT CHAMPIONSHIP?! Im WAAAAAY beyond that belt, I JUST WANT TO BE THE ACW GROUND ROOT DOUBLE CHAMPION! Greg: First of all it’s ground---you know what? Never mind. Look, Trace, that’s a great goal in all. But that doesn’t really explain how Jason Freeman’s defending the championship tonight against The Scorpion, does it? This is news to Trace, who tends to be pretty oblivious.Trace: WAIT, WHAT?!!! Greg: Yeah, tonight. It’s the main event. Trace: WHAT’S THAT JERK JASON FREEMAN DOING DEFENDING MY TITLE! HE WOULDN’T EVEN LET ME BE IN ASCENDANCY AND NOW HE’S--- And suddenly Trace stops talking instantly.Greg: What? Trace: Er…um….HI…there…Mr..um…Freeman…sir…. The camera pans out…and shows the world champion Jason Freeman, and instantly the crowd reacts to the first major star shown all night, mostly with wild boos, though there are some rebels out there who do cheer. Freeman looks confident as always, with his world championship on his shoulder, and tonight he looks especially dangerous – a fact that doesn’t bode well for Trace.
Trace seems paralyzed, not really knowing how to react, and realizing that if Freeman had overheard anything then he had found himself in quite the bad situation.Freeman: I’m just curious…what was that you were just saying? Trace: Er…nothing…Mr. Freeman…I was just…um…talking about…Halloween! Yeah! That’s all! Freeman: Really now? Freeman’s tone shows that he doesn’t believe for a second what Trace is saying, and Trace panics. As usual, when Trace panics, he usually doesn’t do too well under the pressure, despite his attempts to rise to the occasion.Trace: Yeah, Halloween! We were just um…you know, because It was yesterday and all, and it’s like…an awesome holiday…we were TALKING ABOUT HOW WE WENT TRICK-OR-TREATING LAST NIGHT! There are laughs from the crowd at Trace’s lie…mostly at the image of Greg and Trace going trick-or-treating at all.Freeman: Ah…you were going trick-or-treating were you? Trace: Y-y-yeah! Freeman: How nice for you. Trace: Yeah…um…I WENT AS MYSELF…TRACE BIRMINGHAM THE BEST WRESTLER EVER…and…Um…Greg…went…as…a…llama…. Greg shoots Trace a glare, knowing that contradicting him right now would probably be a bad idea, but not wanting to agree with either.Freeman: A llama, hm? Trace: YEAH A LLAMA! RIGHT GREG?!?!?!? Greg: …Right. Trace: BECAUSE GREG LOVES LLAMAS, RIGHT GREG?! Greg: …Yeah, sure. They’re great. Freeman: … Trace: … Greg: … Freeman: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: Er…so…uh…if that’s all…then--- Suddenly Trace finds himself grabbed by the shirt, and pushed against the wall, and in front of him the full fury of Jason Freeman stares him in the face. It is clear that Freeman is not happy with how the fall of Ascendancy would affect his status, and perhaps overhearing even Trace Birmingham speaking about him without fear has not happened at a very good time for Trace.Freeman: You listen to me now, you rodent! I am the world champion of this company, and you fear my name…do you understand? You don’t come anywhere close to being worth my time, but if I am to hear you ever speaking of me again then you can rest assured that you and I will be having another little encounter, and judging by the fact that I don’t even know what your name is, I’m assuming you won’t be missed around here. If you don't think I'm serious then I DARE you to try me. And why don't you watch what I do to The Scorpion tonight, just for a little example. Now out of my way. Trace: Um…I… Freeman: MOVE! And Trace does…quickly, stumbling over so Freeman can pass…Trace: GREG, I THINK I’M HAVING A HEART ATTACK OR A STROKE OR CANCER OR SOMETHING! Greg: …SERIOUSLY, TRACE, A LLAMA?! Trace: SERIOUSLY GREG, MY HEART IS GOING ALL--- Greg: Oh, shut up, you’ll be fine. But your excuse…was that we went trick-or-treating last night? What are we seven years old now? Trace: WELL I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY AND HE’S REALLY SCARY! So I just said what I did yesterday! Greg: What---Wait, you’re joking right? You didn’t actually go trick-or-treating, right? Trace: Well…I…er….YEAH…of course I’m joking! HA! Greg: ...You know what, I don’t even want to know. Trace: BY THE WAY GREG, I AM NOT THE WORLD CHAMPION…okay? JUST SO YOU KNOW…Jason Freeman is the world champion…NOT ME. AND MAKE SURE EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT. IN FACT MAKE A PUBLICITY THINGY. A PRESS STUNT OR SOMETHING… Greg: Yeah, I’ll get right on that. Trace: Awesome, really? ^_^ Greg: No. Trace: End.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 2:36:32 GMT -5
As Red-y As She'll Ever Be Composed by Kris
Traveling so much surely isn't going to be easy on Natalie Burrows, but she recognizes how necessary it is and does it without complaint. It was a simple matter of doing what was needed, convenience be darned. It wasn't without its perks, though; absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all. At the moment, she's getting to enjoy the country chic space that is her bedroom, a quilt-laden four-post bed matched by a dresser and vanity that is made of the same mahogany as the floors downstairs. Mint-colored walls complimented by pink and lavender touches here and there, the end result is a soothing space that has done wonders for her condition. Looking none the worse for wear for someone that only recently returned to her native North Carolinian soil for a couple of days - long enough to deal with the ongoing process of renovating her home and other needed arrangements - the polite young woman is dressed in a pair of well-worn jeans and a long-sleeved thermal top that is a delicate pink in color. Her hair pulled up in a ponytail, it is obvious that she is dressed for function rather than form; as a matter of fact, all it takes to figure out where she is headed once she has spoken to her opponent is the simple coral-colored suitcase that sits at the ready behind her. Her usual nod of greeting given, Natalie is ready to address her opponent...until everything suddenly (and seemingly) falls over, the entire picture shaking and growing static-y around the edges as the camera lands on the carpet. Since nothing else is moving, it's not an earthquake that has caused this sudden technological mishap - and judging by the rather sudden nature of its tilting, the fault does not lie with the tripod being used to hold everything steady. No, the culprit reveals itself in the form of a black, furry muzzle that soon opens to allow a pink tongue to come out, the lens's flavor discovered as it licks along the glass.
Samson! Oh, bless...
The furry rascal lets out a low, playful little growl as he tries to pick up the camera by the lens and carry it off like he would one of his innumerable toys; as large as Samson is, he manages to pick it up without too much fuss. Unable to hold in her laughter, Natalie retrieves the camera and shoos the mostly-grown Newfoundland out of the room. Once she's managed to distract the dog with a dried pig's ear, she rights the tripod and places the camera back upon it, an extremely tight close-up of her shoulder necessary for a few seconds until everything's back in order. A sheepish smile upon her lips, the blond chuckles as she begins to speak.
No matter how much we plan, no matter how much we hope and wish and will things to go the way we want... life has a way of throwing curveballs at us that we can only do our best to catch. Be it a youngster doing what he does best without paying attention to his surroundings or colliding with one of the most feared men in the business, the best that any of us can do is get back to our feet, dust ourselves off, and keep going. Just why I survived the encounter that I had with Mister Freeman is a mystery to me… but it is not one that I am going to dwell upon. I have more pressing business on my plate than that man's intentions - namely, my debut in ACW.
Ahh, such innocence to the matters of the flesh… best enjoy it while it lasts. The blond's expression turns serious as she forces all things Freeman (and Romero, although his presence in her thoughts is more of a welcome distraction)out of her mind in favor of her opponent. Even if his arrogance had rubbed her the wrong way… she wasn't about to let it bother her.
Experience isn't going to be your trump card, Mister Red. I'm not discounting your past title reigns in the least - regardless of when you won them, you did the hard work needed to get it - but to count anyone out just because they've never had that honor would be foolish, and something that I hope you're sensible enough to avoid. I'd like to think you are, if that means anything, but your arrogance may very well blind you to that fact. Whether or not it has will reveal itself soon enough, I'm sure... although I cannot help but wonder just how much of a challenge you think I am going to be if you're content to lump everyone else that isn't you under one category when that's just not the case. Appearances can be deceiving, Mister Red... and for you to think that I'm going to be a pushover that dissolves like sugar in hot tea when you hit me will be a mistake you only make once.
She nods, her confidence admittedly growing slightly at her own words... but it's not something she will allow to go to her head. Far too many have been devoured in that particular trap, after all.
Not that I think that way of you, of course - a blind man would know that you've clearly been dealt a rough hand as of late, what with your unemployment and all, and being able to channel all of that into something positive is rare indeed. For me to be table to test my skills against someone that's done all that you've done is an honor, one that I will do my best to respect by giving you my best. For all that this is a privilege, though, it is also an opportunity that I'd be a fool to not take full advantage of. While I do respect what you have done, Mister Red, I'm not about to lay down and allow you to walk all over me because of it since it's not what either of us want. No, what I want is to overcome you... and while I cannot begrudge you wanting to win as badly as I do, I'm sorry to say that I just plain can't allow it to happen. There is only one chance for me to make a first impression out in that ring, after all - and if there is anything I wish to prove, it is that I am not going to be a pushover just because I remember my manners. While I'm sure that my convictions will be tested sorely on my way to making a name for myself, I am also just as sure that they will endure. My morals are not a sign of weakness - if anything, they are one of my greatest strengths. I know that I will endure, and I will not allow myself to cower out of fear since I know that karma will come around in my favor. In the long run, no one will be able to doubt a single blessed thing that I earn, be it any title reigns that I may have or any win that I will ever hold... the one that I will soon hold over you included. Besides, you can call them high-minded all you like, Mister Red, but it will not make my kicks hit any lighter.
Natalie nods, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The time had come to bring things to a close, she decides; maybe it's something she sees out of the corner of her eye, or perhaps she simply has nothing more to say. Judging by her tone, the latter is more likely.
When all is said and done at Samhain, the best wrestler will be the one left standing at the end of our match, Mister Red... but just who that is will be quite a surprise for you, I'm sure. All the more I can hope is that you learn from the experience since Lord only knows that you need it.
Everything fades to black as she offers up a parting nod, her eyes deviating from the camera's lens in favor of looking down at the bundle of adorableness that had managed to inspire her so.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 2:37:18 GMT -5
Match 1 Mr. Red vs. Natalie Burrows Composed by Kris
Right as the bell rings, Natalie and Mr. Red come forward to the center of the ring. Mr. Red dodges a quick kick attempt from Natalie, backing into the ropes and leaping for a cross body that never lands, because Natalie ducks, leaving Mr. Red to plant himself on the mat. She backs into the ropes herself, but hits her move, a low dropkick to Mr. Red's face as he starts to get back up. It's only for two, though. Mr. Red struggles up to his feet, and getting pelted with kicks from the blond with smart feet is certainly not helping matters. When he finally gets to his feet, he shoves Natalie roughly away, then catches her on the way back with a massive knife-edge chop, followed by a punch, followed by an STO backbreaker, and to cap it all off as Natalie recoils, he leaps and drags her down in a single-arm DDT! He covers Natalie and gets a two count. He groans, then gets up, stalking Natalie. Natalie gets slowly to her feet, then ducks suddenly when Mr. Red comes barreling in, trying for his 360 Enziguri. Natalie shakes the cobwebs out as Mr. Red tries to recover from the failed attempt at a Cincinnati Swing. She whirls Mr. Red around and blasts him in the face with a dropkick that sends him careening into the ropes, then whips him over in an unwieldy powerslam! The crowd pops extra high with this feat, but it still only garners a two count. Natalie nods a bit to herself before standing up, picking Mr. Red up with her. Mr. Red hits an eye poke, and the crowd lampoons him. He's frustrated, though, and doesn't care. He scoops Natalie up while she's still impaired, angles her, and drops her with a Scoop Inverted DDT that he calls the British Fall. He then lifts Natalie up and sets her up in a double underhook. Natalie knows where she's at, though, and struggles valiantly, eventually shoving Mr. Red up and over in a back body drop. She drops to the mat briefly to recuperate. As she gets up, Mr. Red is getting up as well. Red charges, going for his Cincinnati Swing again, but Natalie ducks again. He lands in a doubled over position, which works out swimmingly for Natalie, who bounces off the ropes and nails the back of his neck with some Closure! She covers him following the scissors kick, hooking the leg. One... Two... Three!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 2:42:06 GMT -5
A Cowboy America?Credit: Criminal A long black limo is seen pulling up to what appears to be a rodeo. The scene is filled with rednecks in flannel shirt, tight jeans, and cowboy boots covered in cow shit. The limo stops and the back door opens quickly. Out comes ACW sensation, Criminal, dressed in his typical "gangsta gear". As he starts to walk towards the show, and laugh at the idiots that get their ass beat by the bull, he is confronted by a few people.Cowboy Bill: You no have no reason to be in these parts here! [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I have reasons to be anywhere I want to be. You really have no reason to be in presence. Cowgirl Jackie: You is not one of us. Just look at how this critter is dressed. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Oh! I understand now... It's how i'm dressed that makes me not fit in. Is in the large amount of gold around my neck, or is it the name brand clothing that all you...well... American scum... yea that's the word... scum... can't afford. I'm a larger than life athlete. Cowboy Bill: We is all athletes up here. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You call this a sport? I put my life in danger every time I go to work! I have a large amount of enemies, and I have millions of fans that support me in my every move. Cowgirl Jackie: Is your tryna say this ain't no sport? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Ding Ding Ding, your getting smarter already. Cowboy Bill: Bull riding is the dangerousous sport there is. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] No, bull riding is a sport that people are idiots trying to do. There is a much easier way to sit on a bull of eight seconds. Cowgirl Jackie: You couldn't stay on for two seconds. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I bet i could put you all to shame. I'm a natual born winner. I have the smarts, and the equipment to get on the bull after it is released, and stay on for much more than eight seconds. Cowboy Bill: That is impossiable. Have you ever seen this here sport before. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well let's go take a look at the next rider, and then I will show you all how it is done. Cowboy Bill and Cowgirl Jackie smile and shake their heads as they walk towards the gate. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] See he is starting out all wrong already, he won't make it longer than 4 seconds. Cowboy Bill: Is you crazy? He needs to be right thur on that big bull. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Yea, and that's where everyone fucks up. The bull is released, and the fans start cheering! Criminal stands back and watches with a dumb found look on his face. The guy gets bucked off, and takes off running. The bull catches him with a horn and the crowd screams in AWH! Out come the clowns to try to cage the bull.Cowgirl Jackie: You see right thur, that's a professional and he still got caught. This here sport is dangerous. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Look, I told you that everyone just goes at it the wrong way. Criminal walks over to the announcers table, and rambles off a few words. The announcers look at him like he is crazy.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Just say it!! Criminal walks into the middle of the bull pit.Announcers: Ladies and Gentlemen!, ACW Sensation, Criminal, Will now attempt to get on the bull after it is released, and sit on it for more than 8 seconds. If it is not done he promises to pay everyone in attendance a total of ONE MILLION DOLLARS. The crowd goes crazy knowing that this can't be done. Criminal stand in the middle with a smile on his face. The bull is released and starts to act a little crazy. Criminal quickly reaches in his waist band and pulls out his glock. He shoots the bull right between the eyes making it drop to the ground. The crowd is astounded at what it just saw. Criminal quickly walks over to the bull and sits on it looking at his watch. He waits for the ten second mark and stands up bowing to the fans who are whispering amongst themselves. Criminal walks over to Cowboy Bill, and Cowgirl Jackie who are almost in tears.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I told you that you all were going at it the wrong way. Criminal then walks back to the limo, and gets in. The camera watches as the vehicle drives off into the sunset, and then fades to black.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 2:44:19 GMT -5
Match 2: Savio Romero vs Alex Trixier (Credit: Mainer)
(Mainer didn't send his match, but Im going to go ahead and make the assumption that Savio Romero (SOMEHOW <_<) pulls out the victory, and it was probably impressive.)
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 2:45:12 GMT -5
To Entertainment Gold (Thiago and Laron)
Samhain, the Celtic festival of the dead. Yet tonight, the Entertainment title will be returned from the dead as Buddy Ghee, Claude LeBatard, Public Enemy and Laron Xavier compete in a fatal four-way match for the Entertainment Title.
As the scene opens in the locker room of the Tag Team of Gloriousness, Laron Xavier is seated on the couch, Thiago Gracie is fussing with his gi and Ali is standing, addressing Laron.
Ali: Why should you win Entertainment Title at Samhain? Simply, along with Thiago and Me, we make most entertaining people in ACW.
Thiago: Plus honor come to Tag Team of Gloriousness when Thiago will make old man Senator tap to jujigatame armbar and prove he not best submissions. Then Laron win Entertain title ... it in name of what we do entertain.
Laron looks up at Thiago with a confused look on his face.
Laron: What did ya say Nigga?
Thiago: That Entertain title be like you.
Laron: Nigga, I don't fuckin' believe it! Ya just made a complete sentence without sayin' da fuckin' word armbar.
Ali: Yes, what the hell of you?
Thiago: Thiago prove he know more word than armbar. Just like he prove armbar better than Victory Lock tonight.
Ali: Yes, Ali has train Thiago ...
Thiago: No, Thiago has used Ali as ...
Laron: Nigga, ya was workin' wit' dat Favella mother fucker instead o' helpin' me prep for my match? What da fuck, dis is for da mother fuckin' title, not so ya can walk in t' da bar and say ya beat da fuckin' Senator. I mean, even Chris Phenomenal has beaten da fuckin' Senator and dat Nigga's weak.
Thiago: Thiago no go bar, not in strict diet of Gracie Jiu Jitsu ... it like Biff Chicken!
Laron: Nigga, not dis again?
Ali: Yes much embarassment for Tag Team of Gloriousness ...
Laron: Nigga what da fuck are ya talkin' 'bout? Dat was some funny ass shit, but it's like Thiago goin' on 'bout da fuckin' armbar.
Thiago: Thiago will preach good of Armbar across world. Everyone will know greatness that is Jujigatame.
Laron: And dat's what I'm talkin' 'bout Nigga. Ya like da fuckin' Jehova Witness! Dey ...
Thiago: Jehova Witness?
Ali: Who is Jehova, what he witness? I want to learn ...
Laron: No ya don't Nigga! Dey just knock at ya fuckin' door when ya in da middle o' fuckin' some shawty askin' if ya seen God today, den dey try and come in t' spread da good news. Da on'y good thing 'bout them is dey give ya a magazine ya can use to wipe your ass.
Ali: That not sound bad. Conversation good to improve English. How I learn to speak like I do.
Laron: Nigga, ya can't fuckin' speak English!
Thiago: Ali speak good English, but not as good as Thiago.
Ali: I speak best English of all. I know how to use no ones, herbs and objectives perfectionly.
Laron: Nigga, ya just keep provin' m' point.
Laron look at Ali all whilst shaking his head.
Ali: Enough about language we speak well. Back to match.
Thiago: Thiago will win in five minutes, victory by armbar!
Laron: I'm gon' fuckin' leave wit da Entertainment Title 'round my shoulder Nigga.
Ali: And after, we have much Gloriousness in Tag Team.
Laron: Nigga, ya said dat like two minutes ago.
Ali: No,
Laron: Nigga do I have to repeat what you said verbatim.
Thiago: Laron can not do that, he not have idiotic memory.
Ali: I like you try.
Laron: Nigga said that we have much Gloriousness in Tag Team!
Ali and Thiago stare astounded at Laron ... not noticing what exactly he did. Laron simply smiles as he turns his back on the two.
Laron: Later Nigga's!
With that Laron heads out of the room as we fade out
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 3:09:03 GMT -5
Segment: Masks (Credit: Freeman)
So The Scorpion had gone and ruined everything that Freeman had worked to accomplish for so long. The time it had taken him to get Ryan Cole to agree to his ideals...Wasted. Ryan Cole was gone, and therefore useless to Freeman now. After the beatdown he received he would no longer be in any condition to help for quite a while. And of course, tonight Freeman had to face The Scorpion with almost no backup. He wasn't worried...no, of course not...but it was more the principle of the thing. By all means, his group should still be together. The group he made so people would rightuflly fear him...and now he had nothing.
Jason Freeman stands with a microphone in hand as the camera fades into him. His second title defense was tonight - his first ever title defense on pay-per-view - he was making sure that some words were said beforehand.
Freeman: Tonight - just one night removed from Halloween - we gather here for Samhain. Tonight, The Scorpion gets his chance at MY world championship. You know, on reflection it really is quite fitting that he should have his match tonight of all nights. While of course I had picked him because I wanted somebody to send a message with, I realized in retrospect that it was quite poetic. For Scorpion must feel right at home tonight, so close to Halloween.
Though Freeman speaks of the Scorpion, his mind at the same time continues to think elsewhere. He has never had problems multitasking...and each pause in the dialogue, more thoughts seemed to pop into his head. Ideas from how to proceed thus forward...if he had a biggest strength, he knew it was his mind. His cunning. The same cunning that would defeat The Scorpion tonight would be the same cunning that allows him to fix the problems The Scorpion had created.
Freeman: I personally dislike Halloween. Its nothing but brats in masks and costumes - ghosts, goblins, skeletons - going around hoping for free giveaways. But I'm sure The Scorpion must be a fan, because he represents the Halloween spirit so well. After all, what is The Scorpion but a man behind a mask? A man in costume? Scorpion does anything he can to present himself as somebody to be feared, when really it is obvious to any rational man that The Scorpion is nothing but another mortal. Your mask is your legacy, but there is no substance - only shadow. You hide behind mind games and trickery, and all the while you hope to intimidate your opponents. It's almost comical that these fans, and many of your previous opponents, truly buy into your game. They believe they are fighting something more than man, and then often they find it a self-fulfilling prophecy - it leads to their defeat. But what goes past comical and into the realm of the pathetic, is that it seems that you have believed your own deceptions. You really seem to believe that you are something more than the rest of us, and I suppose it is that which makes it so easy to make everybody else believe. If you yourself think you're telling the truth, it is quite hard to detect deception. But now you hope to try the same trickery to capture the World Championship? I'm sorry Scorpion but the mask is coming off tonight.
Freeman has one chance to prove to the world that he is the one who has been right all along. He has to win tonight. If he was to lose...if he was to lose it would all be over. Everything he had worked for falling in an instant. This belt had to stay around his waist forever. It would.
Freeman: So tonight, when I reveal to the world what you really are in the middle of the ring, and end of the legacy of The Scorpion forever...I hope you realize how futile it was all along. That someday eventually there was going to be somebody who could see through your disguise - your masquerade. You are no more terrifying than any of the brats who wander the neighborhood on Halloween. And tonight, you will pay for what you've done. You attempted to undermine my legacy? Well tonight I will repave it with your defeat. I'll see you out there tonight, Scorpion. Let's see how you are in the ring when the smoke and mirrors are out of the equation, and it's just you and me. I hope you can hold up to the hype.
And with that, Freeman drops the microphone, and walks down the hallway as the camera fades. He doesn't go back towards his own locker-room however. He has other plans.
Ascendancy may be down to two, but not for long. He was certain of it. Earlier in the evening he had been furious, but he had cooled down. As always, he was going to improvise. Take a setback and make it an opportunity. After all, Ryan Cole? Jon Taylor? Both had been dangerous. It was a quality Freeman had considered necessary...but things had almost gotten out of hand. It was time for a fresh start, and maybe things would have to be taken in a different direction. As for respect, he would get that with The Scorpion tonight. All wasn't lost. He would make sure of it.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 3:12:20 GMT -5
Match 3: Entertainment Championship: Public Enemy vs Claude LeBatard vs Buddy Ghee vs Laron Xavier (Credit: Buddy Ghee)
As “Westside” begins to play, the crowd rises up as Laron Xavier steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp. Laron pauses at the top of the entrance ramp and yells out Westside along with Tupac at the top of the ramp before beginning his stroll down to the ring. Reaching the bottom Laron steps up the ring steps and then pulls on the ring ropes, slingshotting him into the ring. He walks across the entrance ramp swaying to the beat as the second set of “Westsides” fill the arena and Laron strolls into his corner and prepares himself for the upcoming match.
Godlike plays over the speakers, drawing a mixed reaction for Public Enemy. The Punk Rock Bitch bursts from behind the curtain, releasing a violent scream before charging into the middle of the arena. She slides under the bottom rope and hops to the top turnbuckle, preening to her fans.
Shining Star fills the arena to cheers. At the sting, Buddy Ghee bursts from behind the curtain, performing his fist roll, and hopping to a sprint. He slides under the bottom rope before jumping up and bouncing off the balls of his feet. He locks eyes with Laron, the animosity still there. His stare is only broken by the referee pushing him into his corner.
Perfect Gentlemen signals the final entrant as The French Bastard comes from behind the curtain, smiling, high on himself. He walks down the aisle. He climbs up the steps and ducks under the bottom rope. He decides to forgo the show-boating and goes straight to his corner. The bell rings, signaling the beginning of the match.
Like a racehorse hearing a gunshot, the bell causes Buddy and Laron to charge each other. They collide in midair, dropping, as they struggle to get on top of each other for the offensive. Laron gains the upperhand, initially, throwing hammers into Buddy's face. Buddy throws a thumb into his eye and rolls him over to get his turn. Laron turns Buddy onto his back and kicks him in the kidney, causing him to roll over and out of the arena. Laron follows up by diving over the top rope, colliding with Buddy. Claude and PE stand, staring at the two before turning their attention to each other. They walk from their opposite corners to meet in the center of the ring. PE stares daggers into Claude, who grins cheekily at her. She finally hocks a wad of spit directly into his face, causing the smile to fade from it. He unleashes a powerful backhand which drops her to her base. She looks up at him as he yells, but it only causes her to scoop out his legs and rain fists into his face.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 3:12:38 GMT -5
On the outside, Laron decides to go the garbage route, walking Buddy around the ring and slamming his face into whatever object strikes his fancy. The post, the announce table, the barricade, whatever he likes. Buddy manages to keep him from slamming him into the steps, blocking it with his hands, and giving him a taste of his own medicine. Laron reels back to the barricade as Buddy follows up with a running knee. Buddy catches Laron by the collar and rams his head into the gate.
PE continues to remain on the offensive, whipping Claude into the turnbuckle and following up with a Stinger Splash and Bulldog. She drops a big knee into the back of his head, causing him to writhe in pain. She attempts to drop another into his face, but he rolls out. She follows up, punching the joint into the mat, missing Claude by an inch each time. He finally gets to the apron, hoisting himself up with the rope. She wraps her hand around his skull, possibly hitting with a Hotshot, but he manages to stop her with a Shoulder Block. He steps between the ropes and hits her with a Release German Suplex.
Laron has already regained control, leading Buddy onto the ramp. He twists him around and Snap Suplexes him onto the concrete. Buddy clutches his back, but maintains the presence of mind to thumb Laron in the eye as he's lifted up. Laron bends over, attempting to fix up his eye, but he leaves himself open for a Scissor Kick that drives his head to the floor. Laron grabs at his face, rolling around, practically overreacting. Buddy decides to use this as his main offense. He lifts Laron to his feet and DDT's him. He lifts Laron to his feet and throws him into the ring for a pin.
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It's quickly broken. PE and Claude both drop their elbows into Buddy, ruining the pin. PE takes Buddy, Claude takes Laron. Claude pulls him out ringside while PE takes it to Buddy in the ring. PE Snapmares Buddy and delivers a Soccer Kick to his back, causing him to drop to his belly. She throws a few more punches to his face while he flails wildly. One hand strikes her across the face, inadvertently thumbing her in the eye, the second time Buddy's done that in the match. He quickly takes advantage of the situation, lifting her across his back. He drops her down, an Argentine Back Breaker.
Claude pulls the steps from the ring. He gets Laron into a rear-waste lock and throws him over head, dropping his back across it. Laron peels himself off of the steps, wincing. Claude lifts him to his feet, but realizes that the target is unable to support himself. Still, he follows through with the original plan, throwing kicks to his face. He finally throws an upwards toe kick, releasing Laron, who reels back over to the announce table. Claude throws a boot to his face, laying him out across the platform. He begins to throw fists into Laron's midsection until he's caught off guard by a raspy scream, shouting "MOVE, CLAUDE!"
Claude whips around to see Buddy on the opposite turnbuckle. Buddy delicately runs across the ropes to the near turnbuckle and uses the momentum to hit a fantastic, high-altitude Shooting Star Press on Laron, shattering the announce table. The commentators scream in shock. It's doubtful that Buddy is going to continue after that one.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 3:13:17 GMT -5
Claude leaves the two to writhe around on the shattered wooden remains of the table. He turns his attention to the advantageously incapacitated PE. He slides into the ring and begins delivering stomps to her midsection. He picks her up and whips her to the ropes before grabbing her head and hitting her with Le Petite Floorte. He then whips her into the corner and delivers a series of vicious quick chops before Bulldogging her across the ring.
He turns her over to lock her into Le Grande Finale. She writhes in pain, contemplating whether or not she should tap out. Her hand raises higher... Higher... And it begins to drop. But just before, Laron Xavier, miraculously making his comeback, grabs his foot and drags him away, out of the ring.
Laron hits him with a Shotei, causing him to stumble over and slump onto the barricade. He shouts for everyone to move as he spins around on the top and delivers a Tiger Feint Kick. Laron seems happy with his handiwork, so he returns to the ring to deal with PE.
Laron moves to lift PE to her feet, but she rakes him across the eyes. She begins throwing punches to his face and midsection, pulling him into the corner. She pulls him along by his face and hits him with the Floorgasm. She lifts him up, planning on going for the Chaos Collision. She puts her head between her arm and midsection, but Laron manipulates her wrist, wraps his arm across her body, grabbing her shoulder, runs up to the second rope, and finishes by driving her face into the mat. The Ode to Compton! He goes for the pin!
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Suddenly, a chair flies into the ring, catching him off guard. He stumbles back before bolting to his feet to see what it was. It's Buddy Ghee! He dives off, wrapping his arm around Laron's head, and connects with the Shining Star! He goes for the cover!
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Buddy's lifted off of Laron. He's met with a kick to the stomach, and a boot to the side of his head. La Revolution! Claude LeBatard has stolen the title! He goes for the cover!
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3! Buddy's been pinned! We have our new Entertainment Title Champion! Claude breaks down into tears. All his hard work has finally paid off. The title is bestowed upon him, as he rises up to celebrate before returning to the locker room for some (likely nonexistent) celebration.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 3:14:08 GMT -5
Steam and Brimstone Composed by Kris and Freeman
The sound of running water is what opens this scene - about two seconds later, the visual fades in, revealing the generic, clean white tile of the female locker room's bathroom. We have caught the Southern Belle; Natalie Burrows in the midst of her after-match ritual, although those that are of a perverse mind will unfortunately have to continue relying upon their imaginations as to what she looks like in the shower. It's not long at all before the water stops flowing, although the steam from the piping-hot liquid remains thick in the air. Emerging from off-camera with a big fluffy towel wrapped around her middle, Natalie's hair appears only slightly wavy as it sticks to her scalp and shoulders. She walks past the camera, the view turning to follow her as she heads for the mirror in front of her. The glass surface is covered in condensation and fog, which is no surprise… neither is how the blond swipes her hand across the mirror in front of her face to clear it. What is a shock to the senses is how she suddenly finds herself meeting the reflective gaze of an interloper, a bogeyman whose lips are tugged into a smirk. There's a moment's hesitation - just long enough for the Southern Belle to let out a strangled gasp - before Jason Freeman surges forward, wrapping his arms around her middle in such a fashion that he traps her arms at her sides.
Freeman:[/color] I saw your match tonight....Impressive.
He speaks slowly and as he does, he maintains his grip, and the world champion's grip is a strong one. His praise does little - okay, so it really does nothing - to reassure the Southern Belle he's cradling close to his chest. As fast as her heart is beating, it'd be a wonder if he couldn't feel it. Taking a deep breath, Natalie's voice is shaky as she responds… her manners once again taking over.
Natalie: …t-thank you, Mister Freeman.
He seems to be thinking about his words for a second, and then he finally speaks in a low voice.
Freeman:[/color] Talent, endurance - perhaps even some inner aggresiveness that lies beneath the surface...waiting to emerge. With the proper guidance you could become...useful.
Natalie's response is almost squeaked out, as nervous as she has become.
Natalie: …useful?
Freeman:[/color] I've been searching....The Scorpion has seen to it that Ascendancy has been cut down to two. But there are always more...others who can dominate with us at the top.
Then Natalie sees his sinister smirk in the mirror, a smirk that is filled with evil.
Freeman:[/color] You've caught my eye.
Caught his eye in more ways than one, if the way he's leering her is any indication. He looks… hungry for her, for what she could bring to the table both in the ring and out of it. Another deep breath and she forces herself to remember that she has at least something that vaguely resembles a backbone
Natalie: While your compliments are appreciated, Mister Freeman, I--
He doesn't let her speak cutting her off before she can object. She goes silent as he speaks over her, his voice while not loud always commands a certain power to it.
Freeman:[/color] Before you get any ideas...I'll have you know that others have objected before. Ryan Cole for example. Somehow they always manage to see it my way in the end. I get what I want, and I'll have my eye on you. If I make my decision...I'll have you.
Something hardens in the depths of Natalie's eyes, fear still the dominant emotion within them… but she has never been one to take kindly to someone making her decisions for her. Ever-so-aware of the vulnerable position she was in, her mind scrambles for a moment before reaching a compromise that she hopes he'll take.
Natalie: …s-surely a man such as yourself can appreciate me wanting to think things over? As shrewd as you are, I am sure you know the value of looking before you leap.
He smiles once again. He had seen the spark in her eyes, and it further assured him that he was making the right decision. There was a fire inside of her, and if he could bring it out...for his purposes of course...He had no doubts in his mind that she would be very useful indeed.
Freeman:[/color] Of course...I never stated my decision was made. I merely stated that I'll be keeping a close eye on you. You've made an impression. And perhaps soon, we can have another meeting.
Soon?! If Natalie never had another of these, ahm… little chats again, it would be too soon. While she was beginning to grasp the shape of exactly what made her so uncomfortable around Jason Freeman, it was still a mystery to her. Still, though - rain or shine, sleet or now, uneasy or not… she had manners to adhere to.
Natalie: P-Perhaps so. I bid you good evening, Mister Freeman.
One more smirk as suddenly he leans in close, his head just an inch away from hers, his mouth coming right next to her ear. He speaks softly - almost a whisper - though she can hear every word loud and clear. As he speaks the pressure tightens, as he puts extra force in his grip to the point it almost becomes painful rather than merely uncomfortable.
Freeman:[/color] Have a good night...I'll be seeing you soon.
The feel of his breath against her ear draws an involuntary shiver from the blond, one that he savors as her eyes flutter closed. To her, his departure is sudden; one minute she is trapped within his web - and the next? She is free to breathe, to calm her racing heart… to think. Gasping for air, Natalie waits until she is certain that Freeman is gone before she sinks to her knees, her limbs unable to support her weight. And here she thought her last encounter with the monster had been close… this one had truly been memorable, albeit not in the way that Freeman likely hoped for. Gripping the towel to herself, she slowly forces herself back to her feet before she heads back the way she came. The smell of him that clung to her was disconcerting, the lingering traces of his presence too unsettling for her to bear. Everything fades to black as the shower is turned back on, the hot water quickly replenishing the steam in the air as Natalie does her darndest to cleanse herself of what just happened.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 3:17:48 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: Resurrection and a New Serenity (Credit: Scorpion)
“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last.” Revelation 22:13
It is a reality to be understood regardless of acceptance. It is a simple fact that undeniably exists as truth no matter how greatly one wishes to doubt its validity. The pure and simple truth, pure and eternal in its perfection. People wish to ignore the truth that the world exists in a state of mathematical balance, eternally bound by the parameters of perfection. Every yin must have its yang and every alpha must have its omega. As Newton stated, for every action there is an equal but opposite reaction. Therefore, it is only logical to conclude that the occurrence of life must be offset by the occurrence of death. It is here that the ignorant choose to plug their ears and turn a blind eye to the truth. They are so indoctrinated, so irreparably brainwashed by their selfish pride that they refuse to acknowledge the reality of the world continuing on once they meet their end.
Throughout the history of the planet, there has been the eternal cycle of life and death, of beginning and end. Eras come to an end, new lives are born, old lives die, and new eras begin. However there are still those who would refuse to accept this simple fact. They are the ones so in love with their own perceived abilities that they feel they can be an exception to the rules of nature. The general justification given is that one can always beat the system; they must simply be willing to take the risk. However, how can this truly come to be? Has there ever been a single human soul that has escaped the clutches of death? Has there ever been a single era or nation that has existing from the birth of this planet and will only fall with that same planet’s death? The obvious answer to these questions is of course no.
Yet if the answer is so obvious, why are there so many who refuse to accept it? The answer appears on the surface to be the simple excuse of human ignorance. However when one truly analyzes the human race and engages in a thorough research of sociology, it becomes all too apparent that the reason for this sense of denial is not ignorance but fear. People are afraid of the unknown, inherently fearful of ideas or actions that they do not understand. Instinctively they become defensive, damning these foreign thought processes as uneducated, archaic, fantastical, or even heretical. But the simple truth cannot be modified by human fear; it exists eternally, never once changing in any form. Human beings do not want to acknowledge that their comfort zone will change, however it is also inevitable that it must. Time exists eternally in a constant state of flux; however existence is finite, with an unavoidable beginning and end.
What is born of the earth will return to the earth. This brief statement is the true governing law of life. Just as the land gives birth to society, that same society will return to the soil when it inevitably crumbles. This same philosophy applies to time. While time itself is eternal, its innumerable sub-sections are not. Time never runs out, however specific spans of time most certainly do. Generally, these spans are referred to as eras or ages. Nearly all have heard the term “the end of an era”, and this statement is perhaps the most truthful uttered by any human soul. All eras will come to an end, regardless of whether the inhabitants of that era wish for that end or not. Fate does not sway with the winds of human desire; it instead marches forward regardless of obstacle, sprinting towards a finish that will never occur.
Due to this truth, human beings are left with only two options: rebellion or denial. They will never submit to destiny, as their frail and shallow egos refuse to allow the utilization of common logic. Therefore they both rebel in vain against the threads of fate and accelerate their own damnation, or they deny all truth and instead exist in a fantasy realm, a place where the negative truths of reality cannot reach. However this cannot be allowed to occur, for to go against fate is to go against the very destiny that the divine law has decreed. If one rebels against destiny, they are in fact rebelling against god, an action that must be immediately punished. It is against the divine will to resist, therefore resistance is futile, for the divine will shall be followed. Behold now the fruits of your deeds, as you come face to face with the divine protector. Witness as the holy messenger destroys the rebellion before it begins![/i]
The eyes calmly open now and the young one slowly wipes the sweat from his brow. He appears unfettered by the stress of his meditation, as he casually rests his back against the wall and slowly resuscitates his body with precious oxygen. However, while the body is allowed to rest, the mind is always working, constantly plotting ways to perform the holy will of god. Yet this stress of constant activity does not appear to concern the dark one, for he has grown used to living a human life not his own. He has come to understand the sacrifices needed for one to exist as nothing other than the direct messenger of the lord. He has grown used to the constant sacrifice and complete disregard from society. The black soul is accustomed to perpetual isolation, to constant taunts and jeers from the residents of society. He is used to being hated; however the mere fact that he generates such ferocious resistance is an indication that his message has an impact on human lives.
While maintaining his seated position of rest, the dark spirit known as The Scorpion now enters into action with his body once more, as he slowly turns his head to scan his environment. He snickers ever so slightly at the clear symbolism of his surroundings, at the appropriateness of his setting given the nature of his current meditation. The young fighter rests in an old and abandoned hospital that has obviously not been utilized for quite some time given the large amounts of dust and sparse furniture. He realizes that this is a perfect location, for it is normally in a hospital where one is born to their mothers and also where they die to return to the earth. Truly he rests now in the very house of destiny, at the shelter for the both the alpha and omega of human life. Within these walls human lives both begin and end, making it a small model of the planet itself.
It is here that he chooses to change the scenery, as he rises to his feet and once again yields a quick glance at his chosen place of meditation. Like all the others, The Scorpion has selected a location that virtually guarantees isolation, a place that may grant him the most cherished opportunity to be alone with his heavenly father. Many have spoken on this bizarre action, at his self-imposed status as a troglodyte. Yet like all who are nothing more than sheep they fail to see the deeper meaning. They focus only on the outer shell, the outside image as opposed to the true internal message his isolation attempts to convey. After all, does it not make logical sense for one who is alone in purpose to also be alone in physicality? If one is truly alone spiritually, why would he choose to embrace camaraderie in the physical sense?
Completing his glance, The Scorpion slowly turns now and walks forward through a nearby door. He exits now into a dank and dreary hallway, his only source of light the faint hue of moonlight entering through dust-covered windows. He walks at a strong pace, obviously intent on reaching his destination as quickly as possible. Dressed in the trademark clothing and trench coat, he continues to march forward as if a vigilante seeking to accelerate his opportunity to wreak havoc. He finally arrives at his apparent destination when he stops at a small wooden door and slowly pushes it open. Inside rests a large hospital bed and a single chair. Obviously a room not completely emptied, The Scorpion casually walks inside and performs an odd action as he lies down upon the aged and musty hospital bed.
While still resting on the bed, The Scorpion now slowly closes his eyes and appears to let his body relax as he speaks aloud to his lord and savior gazing down from high above beyond the stars…
“Isn’t it ironic father? Isn’t it ironic that the only one who will not return to the earth would come to rest in the very locale that most reside in before returning? My lord, I reside now in a place made for sinners by fellow sinners, therefore is it not ironic that a saint would come to reside in this locale? However, fear not my lord, for as always there is a logical explanation for your messenger’s actions. Father, the one I am entering into battle against is one of those whom I pondered upon. He is one who is so imbued with his own false sense of superiority that he refuses to accept the basic law of beginning and end. This one called Jason Freeman is convinced that the current era shall not meet its end. My lord, he is the one who dominates this current span of time, therefore it is only normal that he be frightened beyond belief of his time on top ending. This one called Freeman believes that his time holding possession of that symbol of power known as the ACW World Heavyweight Title is eternal, that he will not be bound by the parameters of balance that govern the world. He fears that end more than anything father, even more than your messenger or the holy wrath. While his fear is evident, it is also empowering. He is so afraid of “his” era coming to an end that he will do anything to avoid it happening, even if that means showing his illogicality and denying the existence of fate itself. Dear father, this is simply another example of a blind sheep that fights to maintain control over his meadow. Jason Freeman is neither different nor special; he is the same as everyone else, an inherently sinful spirit fighting to hold onto possessions that he is unworthy to hold for no reason other than embracing his own sinful nature. He covets possession of this title belt so greatly because of the two deadly sins of greed and pride. He believes that everything is simply smoothly riding along the tides of fate my lord. He is a victim of both his own ignorance and the lack of spiritual education prevalent in society. Freeman suffers my lord from the concept known as Galilean invariance, the idea that fundamental laws are the same in all internal frames. The idea is that one cannot tell if there is outside trouble if his own internal space is constantly calm. If a ship is traveling at a constant speed on calm seas, one inside does not know if the ship is moving or stationary. Jason Freeman has come to embrace this concept in regards to his era of dominance; he cannot tell that there is risk approaching because he has become so enveloped in his own illusions of grandeur. Therefore watch closely as I educate him my lord, watch closely as I destroy his false sense of security and introduce him to spiritual apocalypse!”
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 2, 2010 3:18:11 GMT -5
With the message completed, The Scorpion opens his eyes and lets out a deep sigh as he once again allows his body to rest upon the bed. This relaxation is vital for his forthcoming task; for he knows that his upcoming battle will be among the most brutal and draining he has ever faced. It is often stated that an animal is most dangerous when it is backed into a corner. This same philosophy holds true for human beings, who are nothing more that cultured animals thanks to their sinful nature. Therefore the spiritual one realizes that he must be cautious, for when one fights to sustain his very reason for existence the effects on the psyche and body can be astonishing. He realizes that he will be in a battle for the ages, yet it does not worry him, for he is assured victory thanks to the eternal blessings of god.
With this comforting thought, The Scorpion rises from the bed and reclaims his standing posture once more. Apparently no longer in need of his current environment, he exits the room and re-enters the hallway, shooting one last gaze at the door as it shuts behind him with a soft thud. Quickly resuming his intended action, he now marches further down the darkened hallway, again at a rather brisk pace. However, while the body is moving briskly the mind is working at an even greater pace. With each step there is a clear symbolism, as he is moving once step closer to achieving the goals of both he and the eternal savior. The master plan of the gods is nearing the end of its long journey, soon it will be allowed to rest once the new Eden arises and the faithful are once again able to rule for all eternity.
While these thoughts continue to flow through his purified mind, The Scorpion continues walking forward until he reaches his next intended destination. He stands now in front of a door identical to the one he previously encountered, as the rectangle of faded wood opens just like the other with a soft push. He now enters into a room quite the opposite of his previous choice of setting, as he rests in a room that was apparently left untouched after the hospital was abandoned. There is a large amount of furniture in the room, mostly cabinets and small counters, apparently an office or storage room of some kind. However, what appears to interest The Scorpion is not the furniture but the items resting on top of that same furniture, as he quickly begins inspecting the contents found inside of the old cabinets.
With great interest he begins examining empty bottles found in the cabinets, apparently left there after the hospital was abandoned due to the contents already being utilized. He inquisitively studies the bottles he finds, noting that all of them have a key similarity. Every bottle found is that of an analgesic drug, of medicine used for the purpose of alleviating physical pain. He continues to research the bottles, noting the large variety of drugs found. Morphine, amitriptyline, paracetamol, celecoxib, even basic aspirin. However, perhaps more important is the young one’s reaction to each drug, as he appears disgusted at each discovery he finds. He continues to sort through the bottles, obviously becoming more and more disgusted with each one he examines. Finally he completes his bizarre task and stops sorting through the discarded bottles, as he has apparently seen all he has needed to see.
It is here that his mind begins to work once again, analyzing the results of his findings. His anger builds intensely, almost enraged at what he has discovered. For the young one, the presence and obvious usage of such drugs is an act of cowardice, a way of preventing the punishment of pain that fate has decreed. Through the use of medicine one can avoid feeling pain that nature has intended them to feel. This fact enrages the dark one, for the will of the lord is that the threads of fate be followed, therefore to circumvent fate’s decree by utilizing medication to avoid pain is direct violation of the divine law. He especially realizes this due to the personal pain he has experienced. As a devout follower of the will of god, he utilized no medication and suffered through every trying second, the ultimate sign of one who is unmolested by the taint of cowardice.
While trying to control his anger and prevent it from boiling over, The Scorpion appears to calm himself long enough to close his eyes and kneel in prayer once again to his eternal master in the stars above…
“Look at it father, look at the cowards that try to avoid your holy judgment. They abuse their intelligence father, they abuse their status as the most cultured and developed species on the planet. Human beings are nothing but cowards, afraid of facing the consequences for their sinful actions! Mother Earth is made to suffer daily from searing pain, therefore why is she made to suffer in full while the pagans are allowed to alleviate their suffering? This is a direct violation of the universal laws of balance father. The scale is not even on this day, for the pain being dealt by the human race is not received in equal proportions. Therefore, it is my job to ensure that this balance is restored. This is why I must eliminate and not simply injure, for to simply injure would be to allow the cowards to alleviate their pain. I have no doubts that the one called Jason Freeman would rush to these drugs in the event of the slightest pain, for his fragile ego would not be able to fathom the concept of his “perfect” self being made to feel pain. However, I will make certain that he is incapable of seeking these crutches to lean upon during the heat of battle. Already empowered by the magnanimous fear of losing his symbol of power called a title belt, he will be a difficult adversary to be sure. However the will of the lord will of course come to pass in the end. While he is empowered, Freeman is also complacent, a fact that shall bring about his destruction. As the famous mortal Isaac Newton claimed, an object will remain stationary or at a consistent velocity until an external force acts upon it. Right now, the “Jason Freeman era” is rolling along at a constant velocity; however I shall stand forth as the external force that stops this movement. It is a known fact that the quickest way to demolish a building is to attack its foundation. Therefore I will accelerate the fall of Jason Freeman by taking away the foundation of his superiority in the ACW World Heavyweight Title. Through the will of the savior, the light shall triumph over the darkness and the balance of the world will be restored. This one called Jason Freeman would in theory have the clear advantage in our battle. He has earthly allies, support, even crutches in the form of these accursed mortal drugs to help alleviate his pain. I however am alone and unaided by earthly forces, armed only with the holy will of god and a blade imbued with the seraphic radiance of the angels. However, this is why the advantage Freeman holds is merely a theory, as it shall not come to pass. The will of god is superior to any earthly spirit or manufactured good; therefore I shall inevitably triumph thanks to the holy light radiating from my pure and just spirit. Watch and learn my father, watch as your messenger triumphs once again!”
Finished with his prayer to the lord and savior, The Scorpion rises once again and resumes his standing position. His prayer seemingly effective in quieting his anger regarding the various medicines, he calmly turns and walks towards the door, not giving the empty bottles another look before opening the door and once again exiting out into the same hallway. He once again resumes his trek towards the end of the hall, all while his mind continues its endless tasks of formulating battle plans for the upcoming struggles in the name of faith. The Scorpion finally reaches the end of the hallway mere moments later, as he noticed a small exit sign over a nearby door leading to a stairwell. This being his apparent target, he opens the door and proceeds to calmly walk down three flights of stairs, all while continuing to walk at his seemingly trademark brisk pace.
He quickly reaches the bottom of the stairwell and exits into a hallway very similar to the one on the upper floors. The windows are not quite as dusty on this floor however, so the moonlight is able to illuminate the floor and make the young one’s trek easier. In this he sees the symbolism that the lord above is attempting to convey. For the deeper he gets into the heat of battle, the lord will compensate with light to illuminate his path to victory. With this comforting thought he continues to march down the hall, ignoring every door he passes by, his destination obviously located beyond the narrow corridor in which he walks. He seemingly reaches that same destination when he reaches the end of the hallway and walks through a large opening into a wide room with a small desk area and a large, aged sofa.
Obviously situated in the reception room of the hospital, The Scorpion walks over to the reception desk and begins to inspect its contents as he did in the rooms above. He quickly notices that those who moved the contents of the medical center did a very poor job, as he soon finds copies of medical reports for specific patients. The majority of them suffer from injuries and other ailments that would require major surgery. He also sees the symbolism present in this fact, as those who suffer injuries in battle would inevitably come here to seek treatment, most likely with the assistance of both the drugs he found previously and the bed in which he rested. He smirks slightly with this revelation, as the dilapidated and abandoned hospital is a clear symbol of how human society will become upon his success. No longer will they be able to help each other through human means, instead they will be forced to rely on the gifts of nature like fate has intended.
He realizes that his upcoming battle is the catalyst that will help destroy the concept of human communitarianism. While true community is impossible among the human race thanks to their inherent sin, they would most certainly unite in the wake of damnation. It draws upon the age-old philosophy of uniting in the wake of a common enemy. However, this same philosophy holds true for the opposite side as well. If human society unites against him, then the divine will unite against human society. He realizes that once the battle occurs all will be done and he can embrace peace. It all starts with the upcoming battle he is to take part in for the purpose of reclaiming the symbol of power known as the ACW World Heavyweight Title. It all starts with that same symbol and its holder. It all starts with the one called Jason Freeman…
With this knowledge, he quickly disregards the reports and closes his eyes for a brief moment, almost as if forcing himself to devote his focus solely to his upcoming battle in the name of god. He understands the importance of this encounter and that failure is not an option. Truly a fighter for the concept of justice, The Scorpion stands alone in front of a powerful enemy with numerous allies. To the casual onlooker it would appear to be a lost cause, but as always the divine will shall come to pass. As it is the will of god for the one called Jason Freeman to fall, it shall thus occur. No matter what the cost of physical pain or emotional trauma he will carry on, for the pain and trauma of losing in the Holy Father’s name would be far greater than any type of wound a mere mortal could inflict. Everything is on the line for the young one called The Scorpion; he realizes that he absolutely cannot fail.
Still imprinting this into his mind, he quickly kneels one last time to the eternal savior, as if looking for guidance before setting out on his mission…
“May the will of the lord come to fruition. I now set out to perform the strenuous task of enforcing the divine law. Many will stand in my way and thus many shall fall. It is the will of my master that will be performed in the end. I am to champion the end of an era and the fall of a tyrant. The one called Jason Freeman rules this era with an iron fist, yet like all who would embrace evil he shall fall when confronted with the power of the light. His arrogance and narcissism might help empower him, but it shall only make his fall that much more difficult to believe. No matter what he says or believes, he will never be able to do anything that the lord does not wish to occur. While this bravado might serve to garner more earthly allies, I am able to see the true core of his spirit thanks to the heavenly light. I see nothing more than self-doubt and fear. Fear of losing his symbol of power known as a title belt and fear of his era of dominance coming to an end. Like all the rest he is in denial, he refuses to believe that an end will come. Like all the others he disregards the universal balance and attempts to take without giving. However like all the others he will be forced to confront the truth. Upon our encounter I will force Jason Freeman to accept reality, the reality that he is nothing but another link in the chain and another sheep in the meadow. There is nothing different, nothing special, nothing important that makes him any greater than another pawn. In the eyes of god all sinners are equal, one cannot dominate others for the only true difference is that between the sinner and the saint. I will destroy him and lay claim to the title belt that energizes his very existence. My lord, watch as I injure him in a way that cannot be cushioned. An injury to one’s pride cannot be healed by medication or treated in a hospital. It is eternal, a never-ending psychoanalytic scar that will mar his spirit as long as he is capable of conscious thought. It is only natural that this would occur, as the will of the lord is as dexterous as time. The will of god is eternal like time, never to be interrupted or denied. This same will has deemed that I am to be the one that serves as the omega to the era controlled by Jason Freeman. With his destruction the world shall become one small step closer to achieving its previous state of paradise. Mother Earth has been wounded for so long without reprieve while the wretched parasites known as human beings use their earthly means to alleviate their own pain. However I will be the one that inflicts the pain that cannot be alleviated or cushioned. Upon my obtaining the symbol of power known as the ACW World Heavyweight Title I shall begin the chain reaction that inflicts damage upon all the same as I shall inflict upon the one called Jason Freeman. Watch closely father, the reaction is about to begin…”
His thoughts delivered, The Scorpion rises to his feet and promptly exits through the hospital doors, not once looking back as they slowly shut behind him…
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