Warfare, November 8th

[Jason Freeman]

Card:

Claude LeBatard vs Criminal

Natallie Burrows vs Buddy Ghee

Main Event:
Jason Freeman to defend the World Heavyweight Championship

[Jason Freeman]

The dust has settled from Samhain. It is time to move forward in ACW, but what does the new month have in store?

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: Victory (Credit: Freeman)

Once again, he had been victorious.

Everybody had doubted him. Assumed he couldn't do it - but he had.

Jason Freeman enters the ACW arena, the world championship on his shoulder, in its rightful place. He had gone to war with The Scorpion, and he had come out on top, even if it had taken more out of him than he would have liked to admit. He still could feel some of the pain from the beating he had taken, but he was sure that The Scorpion would feel the same way. He had lost a lot of blood, but he hadn't lost what mattered most - his championship.

He had had no help to speak of, no Ryan Cole or Jon Taylor. Both of them were gone now. There was only himself and Steve Phillips left - for now. He had sent a message to anybody in the back, and every single fan. With or without a group, Jason Freeman was a force to be reckoned with. He had accomplished what he had meant to, even if at a price. But it was time for him to move forward, and time for him to fix what damage had been done.

Freeman lifts a phone up to his ear and speaks into it.

Freeman: So I understand you won't be bothering to show up tonight, Phillips?

He sounds annoyed, his sarcasm obvious. He waits for a short time before responding, but the time was short enough that it seems he may have cut off the Senator before he had a chance to finish whatever explanation he had.

Freeman: Yes, yes, that's wonderful, but in case you didn't catch on I wasn't really interested in an explanation. I had merely hoped that tonight you could arrive at the arena so we could adress the crowd. I don't know about you, but I am not ready to give up on Ascendancy just yet? Or have you decided to give up?

Another silence, Freeman snarling as he responds again.

Freeman: Yes Phillips, I can count. I realize there's only two of us. That changes soon, however.

Again, Phillips is obviously speaking.

Freeman: Don't you worry, I believe I've proven that I am more than capable of making sure things go my way. No, Phillips, before long we will be a complete group once again. Ryan Cole proved himself worthless in the end, and he was always replaceable. We shall replace him like we replaced the fool Theodore Wellington and like we will continue to replace anybody that ceases to be usefull. Ascendancy lives in spirit as long as I am the world heayweight champion. Tonight, I continue what i started when I purged this company of Danny Mainer's influence. The complete dominance of the ACW roster.

And without waiting for any response, Freeman closes his phone. He stands for a moment, thinking, and then smiles to himself. No, all hope was far from lost. He was going to make sure that everything turned out the way he wanted it. He always did.

Fade.

[Samuel Hawthorne]

Pre-Show Entertainment

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by Claude LeBatard

The scene begins backstage at tonights Monday Night Warfare, in a backstage corridor. In the corridor is a large black backdrop with "Monday Night Warfare" written on it in large white letters. Underneath that, are writtent the words, "as presented by Claude LeBatard". The backdrop is clearly being used for Claudes latest charismatic segment.

Infront of the backdrop, if you're looking at it from camera 1, right infront of the backdrop as it will be seen on TV, is your french idol, the french hero. The man that puts the red, white and blue into the french flag, Claude LeBatard. And here begins Claude's next segment of the night.

Claude has his jet black hair slicked back behind his ears flaunting his perfect facial structure. His clean shaven face, glimmers in the light, but not in a twighlight vampire way, more in the way that show's him glowing. Almost irradating frenchness from ever morsle of his body. The black suit he wears, contrasts perfectly with his white shirt and baby blue tie. In his hand is a microphone ready to speak to his adoring audience. And on his opposite shoulder, is his latest acquisition to the trophy cabinet, the ACW Entertainment Championship

The championship sparkles in the light, the gold shimmers, the platinum sparkles, the whole title just gleams in the stage lights, shining down onto Claude. The title represents what Claude stands for, greatness. For every great man, has a championship that represents him being weighed down and attached to all his material possesions, because thats what Claude is. He's a material girl, living in a material world, or something of that meaning.

Claude smiles, charmingly at the camera, but then again, he always does on camera, it's off camera we see the raging demon that he truly it. But there are few people who have felt this demon being unleashed upon them, however, at Samhain, that's exactly what happened. Buddy Ghee, hit by La Revolution, that powerful boot of Claude just so Claude could take the gold for himself. Frank Washington met a similar end when he tapped out to Le Grand Finalé, the modified texas cloverleaf which Claude is so acustomed to.

The camera is switched on and now Claude is ready and prepared, the show begins as Claude holds his microphne to his mouth and stares at the camera. Here it is, the smiling Claude, that they all know and... put up with. No one is under the illusion that Claude is a nice man, not unless you've got bleach blonde hair and a pair of double Ds. Yet Claude continues to smile on camera, perhaps he jsut can't control that large chunk of charisma he has.

Claude: 'Ello ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who don't know me... wait, zat is irrelevant, you all know me! Start again, 'ello, your Entertainment Champion, Claude LeBatard 'ere. I just wanted to give you all a personal welcome to the show. I'm a connoisseur of wrestling, so it is very important to me zat all you fans sit back, relax and watch as tonight get's off to a great start. You'll all get to see some great matches tonight, or atleast one great match. Unfortunately, the powers that be, have decided the best match of the night, will only be ze opener, and not ze main event, which is where it should be.

So, let me take you through tonights matches, first of all, we 'ave ze great match, moi, Claude Le Batard, vs 'u ever it is, Criminal. Zis match will be ze most exciting of ze night, something to remember as you see Claude LeBatard win in a stunning squash match full of my technical skill and championship muscle. It will no doubt be ze empitimy of what a wrestling match should be like. What should a wrestling match be like did i hear you ask? Well, it should consist of me, Claude LeBatard, your Entertainment Champion, being ontop, through out the match before going for a pin and getting ze three count. Zat sounds to me, like heaven.

Anyway, zen we have ze lovely Natalie Burrows vs Buddy.... Gee?... Jee?... Ghey? Buddy something, does anybody actually know how to pronounce his name? Yes, well, as we all know, Buddy loves lbeing pinned as he showed at Samhain, so i'd have to say he's going to be beaten by a girl this week and get pinned by Miss Burrows. Zat would sound about right to me, I don't think Buddy will mind too much.

Ze final match of ze evening, will be Jason Ze Free Man, defending his belt, ze card doesn't say against who, but if it were up to me, he wouldn't even 'ave ze belt. I'm much more deserving of it. But we carry on, it will probably be defended against Chris Phenomenal or Scorpion, some big name in ACW, not as big as Claude LeBatard, but a big name none the less. My luck goes out to 'u ever is wrestling Ze Free Man as zey will 'ave to put up wiz 'is poor in ring skills.

So zere you 'ave it, zat is ze Monday Night Warfare Card for tonight, how lovely you say. But if youy think about it, zere is only one good match in ze entire thing. Perhaps Mr Hawthornz should pay more attention when booking abd put Claude LeBatard ine very match! Because zat is ze only decent wrestler in zis federation at ze moment.

But zat is enough of ze details of tonights matches. Zere is a more important message zat needs to be put across... no it's not ze Jason Freeman Impatence segment, zat is later on. Zis is ze time when I let eveyone know, zat tonight is ze beginning of a new era. For too long ze Entertainment CHampionship has been little more zan a joke. It is constantly fought about until ze point where ze title means nothing. Ze last champion couldn't even be bozzered to 'old onto it.

But zis will all change starting now, Claude LeBatard, ze new Entertainment Champion, will not allow zis title and ze division to be joked about. If you are not willing to fight, zen i suggest you leave, because zere will no longer be oppertunities for undeserving wrestlers to have a shot at zis belt. Zis division will be ze most technically sound division in ACW, it will now be ze division for wreslters to prove zere skills in ring and fight for ze belt. I demand zat from now on, if any wrestler takes zis division as a joke, for zem to face me!

I will face anyone, anywhere, at anytime. I will show anyone who jokes about zis belt, about zis division, zat we are to be taken seriously. Ze goody two shoes wrestlers will say zat I am takign zis too far, or zat zey already care. But zese are all lies! Claude LeBatard is ze only man 'u 'as shown any class in ze division, I am ze only one who 'as been fighting every week, to ze best of my ability, and winning! I am unpinned and unsubmitted. Ze only time I 'ave been defeated is when someone else has been stupid enough to get involved and zey lose ze match on my be'alf. By zis i mean, when a tag partner thinks zey can take on everyone and taps out while I am not zere! because zey do not pay attention!

Ladies and gentlemen, zis is ze Entertainment Champion, Claude LeBatard speaking, ze proffesional wrestler, not any of ze other joking dimwits you see in ze entertainment divison! Zis division just got serious, I will pull ze division wiz me if I have to, but I will prove I am ze most deserved champion in ACW! Everyone will see, zis is ze new face of ACW, Claude LeBatard, delivering a message. Put up! Or shut up!

The camera fades to black and the scene ends after Claude gives a final death stare to the camera.

[Samuel Hawthorne]

Chair Number 3
Composed by Kris

June 2nd, 1998 - 9:42 P.M. E.S.T.

The scent of sawdust is heavy in the air of the shed that's stood in the back yard of the Burrows household since before Natalie was even a glint in her mother's eye, the subtle sweetness of cedar engaged in an eternal war with the less favorable tang of pine. The thin layer of softness is more than enough to muffle the ten-year-old's steps as she crept into the space, the little girl doing her best to stick to the shadows so she could observe her dad's work without being spotted. Sure, she was up well past her bedtime... but her mom had fallen asleep in front of Law and Order again, leaving her free to sneak out the back door to spend some time with her father. There was something comforting about the well-worn work benches and the equally-used tools that her father did his best to maintain - and that was saying nothing about the soothing presence of the man himself, denim and cotton hidden away beneath an old mechanic's uniform. Even if he was the simple sort of man that most city slickers turned their noses up at, Natalie couldn't imagine a better example of his gender if she tried. Even if his hair's starting to gray at the temples, it's easy to see just where a certain Southern Belle got her blond curls since Robert's in need of a haircut... not to mention her social graces, since he's grinning good-naturedly at the teasing jabs from Morgan Reid. The fellow that had recently retired from the ring is letting the zingers fly with impunity, knowing full well that his good friend can dish out just as good as he takes. Natalie knows that she's in for some entertainment as she crouches behind one of her father's tool cabinets, watching raptly as Morgan took another sip of his sweet tea before he began another round of verbal sparring.

I'm tellin' ya, Bobby. You'd best be off jus' goin' n' buyin' one of them chairs they have n' front of th' Cracka' Barrel 'stead of tryin' ta finish tis hunk of firewood.

The Burrows patriarch chuckles, shaking his head. Despite his friend's thick drawl, his own accent doesn't get any thicker; if anything, it remains steadfastly and stubbornly slight. Such was the end result of working with too many Northerners.

Those things ain't built to last, Morgan - you know that. Besides, I'm not gonna' get any better at this stuff if I don't work at it.

There's a diff'rence b'tween tryin' to improve an' jus' bein' stubborn for th' sake of bein' stubborn! Hell, I'm surprised ya haven' gone an' cut off one of yer fingers yet!

Your concern is touchin', but I've got a good feelin' about this o--

Jus' like th' las' two?

The mock-glare that Robert gave Morgan earned a chuckle from the former wrestler as well as a giggle from Natalie. At first, Reid's voice does a mighty fine job of covering up the little girl's laughter... but he regains his composure long before she does. For a moment, her giggle rings out as clear as day, alerting both men to her presence. As soon as she realizes that she's been so loud, Natalie's eyes go wide before she covers her mouth with both hands, her gasp only slightly quieter than her laugh. The pair of friends regard one another in silence for a moment before Robert chuckles. There's only a touch of disapproval in his tone as he raises his voice only enough to ensure that he is clearly heard by his only child when next he speaks.

Now what are you doin' out of bed at this hour, kiddo?

There was no hiding from her father, Natalie knew... just like she knew that there was no need to fear him, either. Peeking out from around the faded gray metal, there's a good inch or two of wild blond curls that would have put Lil' Orphan Annie to shame before those blue eyes of hers (eyes that she got from her mother) come into view. She doesn't need much more coaxing to come out into full view, overall shorts and a simple pink shirt both a bit on the dirty side thanks to playing all day. The little Southern Belle makes it all of three steps before getting scooped up by Morgan.

Now b'careful there, lil' gal... don' wan' ya gettin' a splinter. Yer ma'd neva' let us hea' the end of it!

Giving Natalie a knowing look that makes her giggle, Morgan carries her past the worst of the sawdust and splinters, dragging his boot along the floor near her father to clear away a spot for her to safely stand. No sooner do her feet touch the cement is she clinging to Robert's waist, giving her father a hug. Chuckling a bit, the Burrows patriarch gently musses up her hair before turning his attention back to the chair that sits before him. The reddish wood that he has always favored has been coaxed (and cursed, although never in her presence) into a deck chair that certainly looks solid, the rough edges all sanded away and all of the nail-heads driven that little bit beyond flush so as to prevent any snagging of clothes. He nods toward it, directing his daughter's gaze to his latest project.

You remember the first two tries I made at a chair for you, right?

At Natalie's nod, he continues.

Welp, this here's my third try. You know what they say about the third time bein' the charm... well, I think it's true in this case. Even if Mister Reid--

Damn Bobby, ya know she can call me Morgan!

...even if he's been joking around with me about Chair Number Three, he knows it just as well as I do. Now what's the lesson here, kiddo?

That you keep trying and don't give up?

Robert's smile of approval is bright as he nods, dropping down to one knee beside his only child.

That's exactly right. Now how about tryin' it out for me?

The surprised look that Natalie gives Robert earns a bit of a sheepish chuckle along with another nod of consent. Needing no further permission, Natalie takes the couple of steps forward needed to get to the chair before climbing in it. At her height, her feet dangle a good couple inches off of the floor... but that's something she pays no mind to, settling right back and getting comfortable in the seat her dad had so lovingly crafted for her. She can dimly hear Morgan speak - something about how he'd be damned for something or other - but she doesn't favor him with her gaze. Instead, she keeps looking up at her father, smiling to beat the band...

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The Present

Dad...

In that very same chair is where Natalie sits when the scene moves to the present. The surroundings have changed to the sun-filled expanse that is her back yard - that little lean-to where her father had set up his woodworking tools had long since been torn down by the people that now owned the property - and time has quite obviously passed, bringing the Southern Belle into adulthood. Osh Kosh has been replaced with simple khaki dress-slacks and a long-sleeved white blouse, and Lil' Oprhan Annie curls have been tamed into some semblance of order that looks as well-polished as it does natural. Even with these changes, though, there's quite a bit that's the same. The weather hasn't had the chance to do much damage to the wooden seat she occupies, for one; the clear varnish Robert so lovingly applied is still subtly shining in the light of day, the warm cedar undertones still just as vibrant as ever. More important than that, though, is the expression on Natalie's face. She's smiling softly, nostalgia carrying her back to what she considers to be one of the happiest times of her life, before that fateful night in 2006 and the funeral that followed, before her mother's descent into the very poison that had inadvertently taken away the most influential person she had ever known... before she was forced to rebuild her life, brick by blessed brick. Of course, she cannot stay in the past forever and so, with a reluctant sigh, her mind makes the transition back into the present. Disappointment is the prevailing emotion in the Southern Belle's voice as she speaks, although there's a healthy undercurrent of something a touch harsher than the usual cool politeness that she adopts when it comes to someone that she holds little to no respect for… and how could she respect her opponent? He treated the business that she loved like a toy, only paying it attention when it suited him.

Your silence speaks volumes, Mister Ghee.

It speaks of unspeakable arrogance, and an absence of passion for the business that you claim to love. It also speaks of such a level of disrespect for the company that has given you the opportunity to do this for a living, to go out and entertain the world, that I can only guess at how deep it goes. Underestimating me does not faze me since Lord only knows that I've grown accustomed to it, but to essentially spit upon this match when it could have gone to someone that would be willing to seize it for all its worth sickens me, to be perfectly honest. Perhaps losing at Samhain was too bitter of a pill for you to swallow, but I don't think that's the case - no, instead I think that you continue to think yourself better than everyone else to ever walk through ACW's doors despite the overwhelming proof to the contrary. I wonder, though, if you've simply realized just how badly you've been contradicting yourself and find yourself unable to admit that you were wrong all along. With all due respect, Mister Ghee--[/b][/color]

What little of that there is.

--but it doesn't matter how far ahead of the horse you put the cart… you won't get to where you want to go any faster. If anything, you're going to find that the road there will be rougher than you could have ever imagined. I'm sorry to say it, and I hope you take this as the wake-up call you desperately need... but at the rate you're going, I don't think you'll come remotely close to what you say you want. I could go on and on - and on, eheh - about what I want to accomplish in my time in this business, but I've already done that once… and there's really no need for me to repeat myself, now is there? No, I'd rather allow my actions to speak for me out in that ring… no matter whose attention it may draw, or what the consequences of my success may end up being.

Try as she might, she had begun to find the specter of Jason Freeman lurking around her thoughts more and more frequently. Even though she did her darndest to deny it, something within her had… had liked his closeness, reacted positively to the prime example of the opposite gender despite how he made her conscience shy away like a startled horse. A sigh escapes the blond's lips as she forces herself to shove those thoughts down and away… ultimately succeeding, despite the initial difficulty.

You don't need to fear me, nor do you need to find me entertaining - while you are as entitled to your opinion as I am to mine, what you think of me is meaningless compared to the thoughts of fans and management both. All I have ever asked for in my career is respect from my fellow competitors, respect that I will earn. If I never get it from you, Mister Ghee... I'm sure that I will find a way to cope with it.

Natalie smiles in a way that could be seen as only being polite as everything fades to black, the Southern Belle settling back in her seat… and into the sepia-tinged nostalgia of her past.

[Samuel Hawthorne]

Match 1:
Claude LeBatard vs Criminal

The new Entertainment Champion has a lot to prove tonight, as he faces a former Entertainment Champion in Criminal. This is a non-title match, but surely a win here would give Criminal a good standing on the ladder to the belt. The match is relatively close, but Claude manages to use his expertise at countering to keep the advantage in his favor. Criminal starts to build up some offense, but ultimately falls victim to Le Grand Finale and taps out, giving Claude a nice victory in his first match as Entertainment Champion.

[Samuel Hawthorne]

Credit: Claude

The time has come!



The end is near!



But with the end, comes a new beginning!



A new era is dawning!



The dividing line becomes blurred, as the best of the Entertainment Division ascend!



A new champion has been crowned!



ACW is now a very different place...

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[Jason Freeman]

Eyes on Fire
Composed by Kris and Freeman

The cameras cut to a backstage hallway, one occupied by none other than Natalie Burrows. Dressed to compete in silver spandex shorts with coral-colored piping and a matching sports bra-style, her hair is pulled back in a high ponytail. The Southern Belle is finishing her warm-ups; at the moment, this means putting her foot up on one of the A/V crates and bending over forward over her leg, the end result limbering up the muscles that drive her surprisingly strike-heavy style. If she is nervous about the match to come, she doesn't show it - if anything, there is a subtle competitive fire in those blue eyes, an eagerness to go out and do what she loves that no amount of grand-standing can rend asunder. No, despite being the first wrestler to come from the Burrows clan, the business is in her blood, and it's not going anywhere. Straightening up properly, the cameraman backs up to keep the Southern Belle in the shot as she heads toward the ring, a smile upon her lips…

…one that finds itself fading as Jason Freeman suddenly makes his way onto the scene, an arm looping around her shoulders as if he is encountering an old friend. Though her discomfort is obvious, Freeman shows no notice at all.

Freeman: So...how are you this fine evening?

Though his words may have sounded friendly coming from somebody else, and under different circumstances, it is obvious that he makes no effort to stop from sounding ominous. Clinging to her manners like a life raft, Natalie forces a polite smile as she actually looks up at him. Perhaps she can slay the beast with kindness?

Natalie: I… am well enough, I suppose. How about you?

Her polite response in reaction to the situation she is faced with seems to amuse Freeman more than anything. Though he still bears the marks of his bloody battle with The Scorpion, he also still bears his world heavyweight championship. To him, that is all that matters.

Freeman: Very well, in fact. The Scorpion has been exposed as nothing but a very mortal fool who falsely believed he could challenge me. The world heavyweight championship remains on the shoulder of its rightful owner...and so things are certainly in my favor. There is however, still one issue....and that is the hole that is left in Ascendancy. And that, in fact, is what brings us to you.

Natalie cannot help but sigh softly, knowing full well that he was going to bring up the subject of Ascendancy sooner rather than later… and also just as certain in her knowledge that she had no interest of joining. The difficulty would be in getting Freeman to take 'no' for an answer.

Natalie: While I offer my congratulations in retaining your championship, Mister Freeman, I--

Freeman: Now, I'll have you know Ive spent a lot of time this week weighing my options...but for some reason my mind kept coming back to you.

He smirks, the statement uttered slowly and deliberately enough to be eerie, and the effect isn't lost on Natalie. While she may have dealt with unwanted advances in the past, there's just a certain menacing quality in the way Freeman has begun his pursuit of her that throws her off completely. Another deep, centering breath… and she speaks, her attempt at sounding casual only partway succeeding.

Natalie: Oh? And why is that..?

Freeman chuckles softly, his arm is still around her, and he squeezes her shoulder ever so slightly.

Freeman: Well I suppose I have just found myself...fixated.

While she tries her best not to show her reaction, Freeman watches closely all the same, for Freeman enjoys nothing more than power. Being in control… and no matter how much she tries to hide it, that is exactly what he is. Gulping a little, Natalie finds her salvation in the form of an approaching production assistant, one surely sent to fetch her so the show can go on without a hitch.

Natalie: Oh, w-well, look at the time. It wouldn't do for me to be late…

Freeman is not one to leave without getting the last word in...and so he does not remove his arm. He keeps it there as he smiles - a smile that makes Natalie feel as if Freeman is the wolf to her Red Riding Hood...ready to devour her.

Freeman: No, it certainly would not. That would not do at all. Well good luck out there...and don't worry. I'll be watching.

A silence, until Freeman slowly removes his arm, and walks away from her down the hallway… though he physically has walked away, it does not make her feel any less uneasy. In fact, it is almost as if she can still feel his arm, his malevolent warmth engulfing her in a wave. Watching him go, the blond finds her gaze lingering upon him a few seconds longer than they should; upon realizing that she is staring, she shakes her head and turns to the production assistant. Murmuring an apology for the delay, the pair make their way toward the ring as the scene fades to black.

[Jason Freeman]

Match 2:
Natalie Burrows vs Buddy Ghee
(Credit: Kris)

(I dont know if Kris shall be sending this in...she had been working on it. But if she does not, Natalie begins the match rattled after he encounter with the world champion, and Buddy is able to take advantage of this fact. In the end however, Natalie is able to hit Closure and get the pinfall victory!)

[Samuel Hawthorne]

A New Dawning

by Claude LeBatard

The camera fades in on the locker room of Claude LeBatard, but with one key difference to usual. This time the locker room is empty, not a person in sight. An eary silence fills the room in which you could hear the quietest noise, the slight creak of a floor board, the squeak and scuttling of a mouse, even in a pin drop. But none of these noises are heard, the entire room is completely silence. A metaphorical tumble weed roles through the locker room as the thing seems completely abandoned.

The room is in tip top condition, despite it being un-manned, surely a room such as this needs people constantly cleaning to keep it in shape. The room has a small kitchen area, a leather couch in the middle of the room with a glass, coffee table infront of it. Both of these face a large plasma screen TV on the wall. Leading off the room there's a smaller room with a locker in it for Claude to prepare for his match, but there's no one in there, no one in the entire complex of Claude's arena side bachelor pad.

Normally, Claude would be relaxing on the couch, Maurice would be in the kitchen making food, or be being used as an ornimental clothes hanger. Occasionally we'd see an appearance from Chris Lawson or even Claude's former partner, Public Enemy. So why this week is the room completely empty? Maybe Claude isn't needed this week, check your card, he has a match with Criminal, but isn't where he should be.

The camera turns to black and white and engulfs the room in a colourless veil. The room is empty, because this is the least important thing to Claude right now, bar Maurice's health. Last week, at the pay-per-view, Samhain, Claude became the newest Entertainment Champion. Now he's the top man in his division. No one can argue, he's got the belt to prove it.

On February 19th, ACW signed the irresistable French legend, Claude LeBatard. Immediately Claude made an impact and the hype for him shot straight through the roof. For weeks Claude made appearances in numerous segments and even got caught up in someone elses match. He won his first few matches but then disappeared suddenly.

Why had Claude fallen from TV appearance? Family problems, injuries, contract disputes, no one really knows. And maybe one day we'll all find out in an interview. But for 6 months Claude was completely unheard of in ACW. Then the dawning came, Claude LeBatard returned, on August 20th Claude resigned with ACW, almost six months to the day.

Three days later Claude would make his re-debut on television, in a segment which showed him returning to the ACW building. Claude was back and the crowds were wild. The next week Claude made his in ring return against the British Brawlers alongside Public Enemy who was to be his new tag team partner.

This partnership was a clash of ego's and yet fit so well together, the two would win numerous matches before a streak of bad luck in which Public Enemy would lose twice. The two were scheduled to begin a huge feud alongside Chris Lawson splitting the three and elevating each of them. Unfortunately the economic situation of ACW caused the feud to be scrapped and Claude was elevated to the top of the entertainment divison to bring the fans back.

Then came Samhain, the match was originally scheduled to be a six man battle royal for the Entertainment Title, but it was reduced to four men with the problems in ACW. This was to be the final step so far on Claude's road to promenance. Samhain, Claude at the top, but still a way to go before ACW is under the thumb of the Frenchman.

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!

1!

2!

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!

1!

2!

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

And there it is, ACW's newest champion, Claude LeBatard! Now the Entertainment Division begins a new era, the French Revolution! It begins, the dawning of Claude's championship reign, a fitter, more competitive age. Now, the champion decides who faces him. Fight for surivial, prove yourself or be put to the bottom of the pile! Put up or shut up!

For a long time, I was an unknown, my name was not on ze record. I was like any ozzer simpleton that exists in zis pittiful excuse for a world. No one would give me a second glance, I was like ze common scum that clogs up ze system of zis world. Everyone who expects, pitty, charity and mercy. I was just like any other person zat... nothing. A spec of dust on a rock somewhere in the middle of nowhere. If anyone had ever said Claude LeBlanc, you would have looked perplexed, confused, you would have dismissed what they were saying.

But there was one thing that seperated me from ze rest of zis god forsaken planet, a drive to succeed. A drive to be ze best there is, ze best zer ever was and ze best zer will ever be. Nobody knew who I was, but zat never stopped me, I would carry on and prove everybody wrong, because zat is who I am.

For years I was put down by ze world, no one believed what I was capable of, but I was determined to show zem what I could do. I trained, and trained, and fought, and worked my way to the top. I earned ze money, I went to ze top, I 'ad ze 'ouse, ze women, ze luxuries of France. I wrestled in France for years, honing ze skills I have today, becoming ze championship material zat ze people have seen before zem.

ACW, Alpha CHampionship Wrestling, was ze milestone of my career, it marked ze point in which everybody, ze world over, would recognise my name. Love me or not, people would know who I was when ze fans chanted my name. You may say zat ze fans boo me, but when zey do, it is louder zan any chant zat any one man could make. No man gets a bigger reaction zan me!

But being recognised wasn't enough for zis man. I wanted to be feared, worshipped. I want to be the top man. It wasn;t enough to here ze boos every weak, zey weren't loud enough. If I was feared, ze crowd would fall silent when one person uttered my name. Claude LeBatard, thousands will worship me in silence. For no noise is louder than that of silence.

Nobody will out shine me in ACW, I am an undefeated, finely tuned machine. No one can argue with my achievements. I am ze epitimy of what a wrestler should be, no one in ACW is as good as me, no one can match my skill. But zis was shown on my debut for ACW, I proved I was ze man zat everyone should want to be. No one in the history of ACW will ever have the technical skill zat I posses.

Some people will argue zat zer are better people in zis federation zan me. But zey are simply jealous, I 'ave ze charisma, ze technical skill, ze prowess of a lion. I am now ze man zat everyone in ze entertainment divison has to beat to progress anywhere. I am ze man at ze top, no one is better zan me! Even ze world championship division is nothing compared to me!

But now a new era is beginning, zat of survival. If you do not fight, you will not survive in zis division. Put up or shut up! I will make you fight or die! You will be thrown to the bottom of the pile as i stand ontop of you all. Zose who are worzzy, if zere are any, will not reach the top of zis divison until I have been recognised as the biggest and greatest champion in ze entire history of ACW!"

The camera fades out of the empty room and into darkness as the scene ends after Claudes speech.

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: Shooting Star (Credit: Yoko)

As the crowd awaits the next surprise tonight, they're in for a surprise indeed as familiar bells begin to ding throughout the arena.

Flower of Carnage.

Yoko Satoshi.

And as she steps into view, it suddenly becomes clear that this girl is NOT Yoko. She's certainly Japanese, and has the right uniform, and even resembles Yoko, but something is... off. As she nears the ring, many people boo, but the more astute fans begin to realize one by one who this is, and they cheer.

For Yuki Satoshi.

She takes a microphone as she rolls into the ring, and her music stops.

Yuki: Yeah, you know who I am. But what you don't know, is why I'm here.

She pauses for the older fans to laugh.

Yuki: I thought you might like that. Anyway, for the clueless, my name is Yuki Satoshi--yes, her sister, and Halloween was a very special day for me. You see, I dressed up like Vash The Stampede, went around collecting vast amounts of candy, and most significantly, I turned 18. Why is that significant?

Another pause.

Yuki: I imagine many of you just pictured me naked. That's fine, but me being legal is not what I meant. Flshback to two years ago when I was 16. I finally followed in my sister's footsteps and got an ACW contract from Ginger. It was my dream. But he treated me like third rate WWE eye candy. He didn't give me the chance he gave Yoko, and when I went unused for months, I left. He said it wasn't his fault, he said ACW just couldn't take another round of lawsuits and bad press about my age.

She stops and looks around.

Yuki: But now I can shine, thanks to Mr. Hawthorne. I'd like him to come out here, actually. Can you spare a moment?

After a few moments of waiting, he walks out onto the stage, microphone in hand.

Hawthorne: Yuki.

Yuki: Sir. I'd like to a favor. As we all know, I'm a Satoshi.

Hawthorne: Clearly.

Yuki: I think it's only fair that I'm allowed a chance to shine. I want a world title shot.

Hawthorne: A world title shot?

He smirks.

Hawthorne: Just because I hired you doesn't mean you're special, nor does your blood.

??: Yeah, you tell her!

Freeman marches out with his own microphone, looking perplexed.

Freeman: She's a nobody, and nobodies don't deserve the honor of facing me! Show her who's boss! She's crazy!

Hawthorne: ...On second thought, let's go crazy tonight, just this once. Give the lady her shot. Freeman vs Satoshi, for the world title, right now.

Freeman: ...Huh?!

Hawthorne: Ring the bell.

End.

[Jason Freeman]

World Heavyweight Championship:
Jason Freeman (c) vs Yuki Satoshi
(Credit: Freeman)

Freeman was not looking to compete in this match, but it seems that the matchi s now official! Yuki is hungry, and ready to live up to her name and walk out tonight with the gold. Freeman quite obviously has the experience advantage here, however Freeman does not have the advantage of having studied Yuki's in-ring strategies, an advantage that goes to Yuki as she must have seen many of Freeman's matches. The pace starts out quickly, and Yuki attempts to go toe for toe with Freeman with some fast-paced chain wrestling, Freeman assuming that the best way to tackle this situation is to take advantage of Yuki's inexperience with a fast pace, but Yuki keeps up as best she can.

Yuki breaks free from Freeman and attempts to throw a dropkick, though she takes too long to place the kick and jumps late enough that Freeman sees it coming and moves out of the way. Yuki gets right off the ground but it was enough for Freeman to hit her with a bicycle kick, this kick connecting, Yuki's inexperience already coming into play as Freeman goes to get the win early - he will not play around when it comes to defending his championship. Yuki however, is able to kick out without too much effort.

As the match continues, Freeman remains on top for the most part, but Yuki is able to hang in there impressively. Freeman attempts his lifting complete shot, but Yuki jumps up with him, and twists, managing to pull Freeman down into an inside cradle, and getting a nice two count. Freeman gets up and attempts to come forward but Yuki hits a drop toehold that hits Freeman face first into the bottom turnbuckle pad! From here Yuki stands behind him and as Freeman starts to try to get up, a bit stunned, Yuki grabs him and hits him with a nice DDT! Yuki covers and gets a two count on the champion!

This advantage on Yuki's behalf is a big turning point, and Yuki wonders if she can hit some big moves now and put the champion away early! Yuki has already showed off some moves from her sister and she continues that now by hitting a springboard crossbody that manages to connect, the fans beginning to cheer for the young Satoshi as she somehow seems to have gotten the advantage over the champion and is keeping it! She pins again for a two count, and quickly gets back up and ready. She waits for Freeman to rise, motioning for the crowd, and getting ready to possibly finish this by jumping going for Yoko's Flying Guillotine - a move that she calls the Counterfeit Rainbow! But Freeman is not stunned enough, and once again Yuki takes too long, and does not jump soon enough. Freeman sees it coming, and is able to move himself out of the way. As Yuki gets up, a bit stunned, Freeman snarls, coming towards her, grabbing her in a full nelson and hitting his full nelson spinning faceplant! Freeman pants for a second, obviously feeling Yuki's offense, but ready to stop her from getting any control again. He pins, but she kicks out at two.

For the next part of the match Freeman remains in control. Now angered, Yuki finds it hard to mount any sufficient offense for Freeman is a step ahead of her, and manages tohit some nice moves. Yuki stays in there however, refusing to go down easily. It is clear however, that the ball is now in Freeman's court. Yuki does go for reversals and hit a rollup here and there, but she is definitely on the defensive as Freeman comes back even more strongly whenever Yuki manages to thwart him.

Suddenly Freeman hits her hard with a kick to the knee, and it sends Yuki down to her knee. Freeman bounces off the ropes, but Yuki had seen this coming, having seen many of Freeman's matches, and she is able to dodge the Shining Axe Kick, and grab Freeman's legs from under him and the crowd goes wild as she spins him over quickly locking in the Japanese Cherryblossom - a move Yoko Satoshi fans might recognize as The Old Ball and Chain!!! She wrenches it in hard, and Freeman yells out for a second in pain! Perhaps he is going to tap out after all!

A couple seconds pass, and Yuki continues to keep the hold locked in as best as she can, determined to get the win here...Suddenly, Freeman seems to go limp in the hold, and Yuki smiles to herself. She has him. She loosens her grip slightly, thinking he must be out. Suddenly, Freeman snaps to life and kicks his legs forward - he was playing possum in the hold and Yuki's inexperience allowed her to fall for it! Yuki flies forward hitting the turnbuckle padding head on, and falls groggy back into the ring. She had hit her head hard and for a moment she barely knows where she is. It is enough however, for Freeman to get to his feet, bounce off the ropes, and hit the Shining Axe Kick! It connects, and Yuki collapses to the mat....Freeman goes for the cover.
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Phillip: Here is your winner and STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL World Heavyweight Champion...Jason Freeman!!!!

It wasn't his easiest win for sure. Yuki had managed to put up a good fight, but in the end her inexperience came back to haunt her. Freeman had a decisive victory, but still, the very fact that he had to struggle at all does not seem to sit well with him, as he seems a little bitter after the match ends. That is nothing compared to Yuki however. She is not taking her loss well at all...

[Jason Freeman]

(Post-match apparently will be written by Kris, not sure if she will send it in, if not I will edit it in tomorrow, and it will end the show.)

End Show.

[Jason Freeman]

Well guys, there you have it. Kind of a non-show...the only people who contributed were Kris, Claude, and myself...and admittedly my stuff was horrible, but I was busy this week as I stated.

I dont know how the mods are going to react to this going forward, but either way I really want to thank both Kris and Claude for contributing to this show and putting in their full efforts. I rushed my stuff this week and did not have much time, and its almost embarassing to compare my little segment to the awesome stuff they turned in. If we were to face each other, me vs either one of them, its obvious they'd crush me based on this show. If we do continue from here, Im happy. This could give me the motivation I need to start churning out some good stuff.

I really was impressed with Kris and Claude's segs this show though. Claude you totally deserve that belt, and even if ACW was striving with a competitive midcard I would still say you would be a perfect ET champ...I really wish we could have had that when we had tons of active midcarders, as you would have been an amazingly entertaining champ. And Kris also can write with the best of them.

If we continue Im going to have to really step it up next week to show why I have this belt in the first place. lol.

[Claude LeBatard]

Not a bad show considering, there's some serious inactivity in this place now though >.<
WHere are you guys?