Adrenaline 4/13/2012 SYN and Drew Alexander vs Christopher Flair©

[BDC]

If you are not in this match, don't post in this thread. If you are in this match, don't spam it up with OOC talk. Only TWO rp cap (Two for the Champion and TWO split between Syn and Alexander) with the deadline being April 15, 2012 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time. Good Luck!

 

[Andrew]

It wasn't supposed to be easy... This life I live... Everything is set to crumble and here I am sitting in the park, I look up as I see the Town's Tower Clock which says 11:54pm. The howling wind begins to knock over a few trash cans in the street followed by rain that is torrential. But here I am in the middle of the park, sitting on the edge of the playground with my long black hair drenched. My black jacket and jeans dripping as I hop off the edge of the playground as I walk towards a shelter. A door is open, I dare enter myself... I look around and it's quiet but a lowly voice is heard.

Voice: Save me, for I am dead.

I begin to laugh, my chuckle gets louder as I suddenly stop laughing before I speak back.

Drew Alexander: This isn't the death of you, but your own soul... You are still alive for I will smite you!

Suddenly I rush to the corner of the wall as I sit down tilting my head back and forth against the wall, footsteps are heard, possibly approaching me.

Voice:Upstairs, to the left, first door.

I begin screaming, I pound the wall hard, possibly leaving a hole. I head upstairs slowly muttering words to myself before I open my eyes widely as I look back towards the bottom of the stairs... I tend to see a young man standing there waving. I turn back as I approach the room. A light flickers on and off, am I scared? No. This is my living. I scout the room as the window is open, the wind blasts through as it pushes me back as I fall into something. However I do not feel the pain, I'm sitting on something but I do not know what it is due to the lights flickering on and off. All of a sudden warm water falls from the sky, I must be in a bathroom. I begin taking my clothes off...

Voice:Are you warm? Are you ready to experience the life...

Drew Alexander: Life has been challenging, but this life you speak of... This life I now live... I'm already experiencing it my friend.

As I sit down allowing the warm water to pour over me, I once again crackle up laughing. The light switches on completely as I'm surrounded not only by water but a sea of red. I look over room and it's all Black and White, only the light from the lamp has a red hue. The floorboards are covered with what looks like blood, a dead human body lays over the bed. The water is turned off as I step out of the shower as I grab my hair and pull it down. I approach the bed looking at the dead human, it's a female.

Voice:Isn't she beautiful?

Drew Alexander: That she is... Now I'm going to kill her own soul that's still living.

The voice tends to let out a whimper, a soft voice that is unheard. I approach the dead female as I kiss her on the neck before taking a chunk out of her neck. I spit towards the floor before ripping her neck apart and using her blood to put on my face. I begin laughing as lightning from the window is seen, I tilt my head back and forth. The female begins moving...

Female: Hello dear. Welcome to the living dead, we are all together... You've saved me.

Drew Alexander: You're gladly welcome... but I, I need the bible for I must pray into the night as the time ticks over midnight.

The bible is tossed at me but not from the female, possibly the voice. A page opens up and highlights a paragraph which reads;

'For you are dead, for you have saved us. The devil himself will have you embrace the darkness and death itself;
These powers that you see, the ghosts you hear, they are your saviors
The night will guide you to a better place'

The bible then closes as it disappears from my own hand. The female lies on the bed but soon she fades away like ashes. I'm alone in this house I presume, I step outside as I begin walking down the street, not knowing how long I've been walking... All of a sudden the sky begins to brighten. It is morning.

Little Boy: What's with the red paint over your face?

Mother: Hamish, you know not to speak to strangers.

Drew Alexander: What paint? There is no paint on me...

Mother: It must be blood, shall I take you to the hospital.

Drew Alexander: You will do nothing, once it's night again... your blood will be salvage by my thirst... I am no vampire, but I am 'The Living Dead'.

Mother: Get away from me you freak! You're disgusting.

Drew Alexander: Wait right there, freak? I am no longer humane, I've been taken by the Devil himself and I cannot be saved... But you... you are 'The One' I've been seeking for.

Mother: Look I have a husband...

Drew Alexander: I wasn't speaking about your husband! Do you fail to recognize what's wrong with me? Do you fail to see what society suffers from every day?! This isn't about you, but about me. You see the playground across the road, there has been deaths there, in fact there's seven kids in the playground right now...

Mother: There's only two people, a son and his mother who I'm about to meet.

Drew Alexander: You fail to realize they are at danger, there are ghosts around this town, nobody's safe. If you want my help, I will help you... but if you refuse... you will be damned!

Mother: What's going to happen to my friend Aleisha?

Drew Alexander: If you don't go to the corner shop... her son James will suffer. He will start obeying the devil and things in this town will change... Only you can save your friend.
The mother screams to Aleisha telling her to get away from the playground. Aleisha grabs James as she approaches Hamish's mother and I.

Aleisha: Who in the world are you and Lisa... What the fuck has gotten into your head?

Lisa: We need to go to the coffee shop or else something bad will happen, this man says so!

Aleisha: What are you a fucking psyhic or just some sick bastard?!

Drew Alexander: Seek for yourself. Leave James in that playground for a minute then watch him approach you.

Aleisha: James, go back to the playground. Mummy will be with you in a minute.

ONE MINUTE LATER

After watching James play in the playground for a minute, Aleisha and Lisa look at me as James comes running back. A car drives past as James walks through the car, Aleisha screams believing James has been hit but James walks towards her.

James: Mummy... You failed to realise, you failed me... Tonight, I take your soul and every memory you've got... Tick... Tock.

Aleisha: What have you done to him?! SOMEBODY HELP ME!

I begin laughing before grabbing Aleisha by the throat, Lisa tries to stop me but I grab her as well.

Drew Alexander: Tonight, the realm takes over... Nobody is safe!




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[Chriss]

----ACW ARENA----
Of The Chain Instrumental hits the arena speakers with our ACW World Heavyweight Champion comming out the back in his Ric Flair-style coat. He slowly walks through the entrance ramp screaming:“WOOO!“ Flair walks walks up the steel steps. When he's up he puts his hands in the air and he screams WOOO once again. He enters the ring, asks for a mic and Ashely Sparxxx gives him on. He smirks for a moment a then he finally begins to speak.

Christopher Flair: WOOOOOOO! Ladies and gentelemen, I suggest you give your first ACW World Heavyweight Champion a warm welcome.

Instead of giving Flair a warm welcome, fans boo him.

Do you really think that I'm going to get effected by you booing me? Oh, please. People all around the World boo'd me just because I'm better than them. In case, I'm better than all you idiots here tonight.

Let's cut to the chase. Tonight I didn't came here to talk about you people. Tonight I came here to have a little celebration of my victory. Yes, that's right. When I pinned Syn 1.2.3 and became the very first ACW World Heavyweight Champion it was the best moment of my life and tonight and then, last week I defended my title against Syn when I pinned him once again! I'm here to celebrate those moments with one of my best friends who has been by my side for almost 10 years. If I can trust somebody then it's this guy. We're like brothers. He helped me when I was younger and now I'm helping him since he lost his wife in a car accident. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the wrestling legend, Michael McAdams!

Theme song of Michael McAdams begins to play as he makes his way to the ring. He shakes hands with a couple of ACW fans and then he steps in the ring and shakes the hand of Christopher Flair. He then goes to get himself a microphone.

Michael McAdams: It is good to stand in the wrestling ring. It's been a while since I showed up in some wrestling company and I'm happy that ACW is the first one I visited in years, years and years. I'm even happier when I get a chance to celebrate a title victory of my best friend. You people don't really like Christopher but I can tell you, he's not a bad person and he's not a bad wrestler. In fact, he's one of the best wrestler to ever step in this business. He has it all. He has the“champion“ skills, he has the“champion“ looks and everything else.

Yes, me and Christopher have celebrated his victory but it is totaly different to celebrate in private and celebrate in the ring. Christopher, I have a little present for you. Guys, come out here! Bring it!

As Michael McAdams tells somebody to come down to the ring, two servants in tuxedos come down. They are holding a briefcase. Nobody is getting it. Servants slowly enter the ring. Then two technicians come down to the ring. They set up a little table and then leave. Servants put the briefcase on that little table. Nobody knows what is going on.

Christopher Flair: What is it? Oh, let me guess! It's a new ACW Championship belt specialy designed for me!

McAdams nods his head signalizing“no“. He slowly opens the briefcase and a bottle of wine is in. McAdams slowly pulls it out and puts it on a table. Camera focuses on the etiquette. It says: Chateau d´Yquem 1811 and it has a little side not:“Specialy for you, Champ!“

Michael McAdams: Christopher, I know that you're a winebibber so I decide to give you this beauty. Chateau d´Yquem 1811. Do you know how much I paid for it? 85 000 Euros. This is the last bottle in the whole world and you are the owner.

Flair offers McAdams a handshake but McAdams denies to.

Brothers don't shake hands. Brothers huuuug!

Flair and McAdams hug.

Christopher Flair: Thank you! This is awesome!

Christopher Flair: Now, we are all here, lets taste this beauty.

Servants in tuxedos open the bottle of wine, and they pour a glass of it to botch McAdams and Flair.Before they are able to taste it, McAdams grabs a mic and puts his glass of wine in the air.

Michael McAdams: Before we taste this wine, I want to propose a toast! I want to propose a toast to the first and only ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Christopher Flair! Bow down to the god!

Both menn put their glasses in the air and after that they taste it. Everyone is excited by its taste.

McAdams pick Flair up to the air while fans are screaming“WOOOO.“

----SCENE ENDS----

Another scene openes in the backstage of ACW arena. Flair and his firend are at the back, having a small talk when Chris Martello interrupts them.

Christopher Maretllo: Hello, gentlemen.

Both men stare at Chris Martello like he is an E.T.

Christopher Flair: Hello Chris, you better have a good reason why you are here because I am having such a good time and I don't want you to turn it into an agony.

Martello seems to be very confident.

Christopher Martello: Ehm, in first of all I want to tell you that you can't touch me.

Christopher Flair: Oh yes? And why?

Christopher Martello: Because if you touch me, you are going to be striped of your World Heavyweight Title!

Flair makes an“Are you serious?“ face.

Christopher Flair: Let me tell ya somethin' boy! There is not a damn thing that is going to cost me MY World Heavyweight Championship! Not you, not Phoenix, not Syn, not any of the new ACW Superstars and I'm more than sure it's not going to be Drew Alexander! Last week I have beaten Syn! I have beaten Syn second time in a row! What more can I do? I keep proving that I'm the very best that ACW has to offer to the world of Professional wrestling and you can't change that! You can have all your lawyers with Phoenix at the top of 'em behind your back but you still won't be able to take this title away from me!

Flair points at the ACW Championship Title he is holding on his shoulder.

Do you see it? This is what describes my career. This is what I worked for my entire life! This is what I was borned to be. I was borned to be the world heavyweight champion of ACW. I was destined to be IT. I was IT. I am IT and I will always be IT! I am the living, breathing, walking, talking, wrestling, kiss stealing, jet flying, people beating, money making definition of main event! I keep proving it every week. This week I proved it by beating Syn, next week, I'm going to beat both Syn and Drew Alexander and continue proving everybody wrong because that's what I always do.

Martello makes a step back as Flair is screaming at him.

Christopher Martello: Well, If that's what you think.

Flair almost punched Martello again but McAdams stops him from doing so, making sure that Flair does not get stripped of his title. Martello continues.

Christopher Martello: Anyway, I'm here to interview you. My first questin is, don't you feel bad about the fact that every single of matches was win a coward way?

Christopher Flair: What exactly do you mean?

Christopher Martello: I mean, you have never won a match by your own since you debuted. Everytime, there was John McHenry having your back, helping you to score a victory. People are still waiting for you to show them what you can do in the ring.

Christopher Flair: John McHenry had my back because I payed him for it. That's it, when I will feel like, I will tell exactly how I feel about John McHenry. As of now, I can only tell that he made a biggest mistake of his life when he powerbombed me last week.
Now Martello, I see you are pretty confidend because I can't touch you. Today, it's no tme who is punching ya.

Flair looks at McAdams who punches Martello right ahead.

Michael McAdams: Oh man, I've gotta tell you, this felt so damn good.

Christopher Flair: I know that feeling. Let's get out of here.

----SCENE 2 ENDS----

Scene number three opens at the airport where Flair and McAdams are getting into Flair's personal jet.

Michael McAdams: Chris, were the hell are you going?

Christopher Flair: Chill out, you will find out.

Both man are in the jet. Its driver is standing inside with three hot female stewardesses.
Flair and McAdams shake the hand of the driver and then they kiss every stewardess's hand.
They sit down.

Stewardess: Welcome Mr. Flair, can I offer you a glass of wine?

Flair just nods his head signalizing“YES“ and the stewardess brings a bottle of wine, two glasses and leaves. Flair and McAdams pour themselves a little wine.

Christopher Flair: I love this jet. It's the best thing I could ever buy. When you have one of these, you acn travel where you want and when you want. Just like we are doing now.

Michael McAdams: Yes, we only don't know where are we going and I'm getting a bit confused, brother. I'm fucked up when I don't know where I'm going. I don't like this type of presents or whatever you would like to call it.

Christopher Flair: Don't worry. I just wanted to relax a bit. I have too much shit on my shoulder for the past two months. I've had too much work with getting myself to the top of ACW. We are just going to travel to the place, relax for a bit and than we'll fly right back to USA. This is one of the best ways how to relax. Sometimes I need to get all that wrestling stuff to the side and be a regular milionare, haha. No, really. ACW is too messy these days. A lots of new superstars signing up to join, then PWA guys joining. Don't get me wrong, I love to see ACW rising up but it's just too much. Business isn't going well these days, I don't enjoy being whit my girls as much as I used to, everything is falling down and it just doesn't feel good.
By the way, how are the kids?

Michael McAdams: Honestly, not much good. Both are missing their momma and it effects everything. They are always sad, they're losing their passion at everything. I only live for them and it doesn't feel good when I look at them and they are always sad. It hurt sme more than anything. Once you'll have kids, you'll understand.

Christopher Flair: Haha, first I have to make everything as perfect asi t used to be, than find a woman that loves me, not my dick and my money and they I can think about being a father. But I understand you. When you lose someone as important as your wife was, you can expect that your life is not going to be the same again. Your wife was perfect. Smart, beatiful, funny and sensitive. Damn, I was always jealous that you had a woman like that. Again, don't get me wrong. I wished you a woman like that, I was jealous only because I never find a woman like that.

Michael McAdams: Trust me, once you will find a woman like that. Until you don't do so, enjoy the other things. Man, you have everything. Do you know how many people would like to have as much money as you?

Christopher Flair: Yeah, yeah, yeah. People always tell me that. Chris, do you know how many people would like to have that much money? Chris, do you know how many people would like to be as skilled as you are? Chris, do you know how many people would like to fuck as many supermodels and to be a part of as many parties like you do? Chris, do you know how many people would like to be as smart as you are? I'm getting sick of it man....
Flair is not done yet but a stewardess appears, bends over and whispers something in his ear.

Excuse me Michael, I have to go. We are going to discuss her ehm....

Flair wants to come up with a right word for it but McAdams does os before him.

Michael McAdams: Career?

Christopher Flair: That's right!

Flair stands up, catches stewardess's hand and they go to the back of the jet.

---AFTER 30 MINUTES---

After 30 minutes the stewardess comes out from the back, correcting her haircut. After a while, Flair comes out too. Flair sits down.

Christopher Flair: WOOO! What a discussion that was! If you know what I mean.

McAdams smiles and he wants to say something but Flair points at the window.

Look at that! I guess, now you'll find out where we are.

McAdams looks out the window and he gets shocked.

Michael McAdams: Are you kidding me? ITALY? What the fuck are we doing here?

Flair does not say anything. The jet lands. McAdams and Flair come out of it, they enter the limousine and yet another scene ends.

---SCENE 3 ENDS---

3rd Scene openes at the jet where botch Flair and McAdams are just sitting on their seats and they are sleeping. Stewardess wakes them up.

Christopher Flair: What the fuck happened?

Stewardess: You went to a party gentlemen and this morning you came back here in a cab.

Michael McAdams: So this i show you relax? Ok, so I visited Italy for the first time and I do not remember a damn thing.

Christopher Flair: Oh, fuck that, we will make another“trip“ to the Italy one time. Oh man, my back hurts.

Flair takes down his suit, shirt shows his back to the stewardess. Stewardess begins to laugh. Flair turns to McAdams and McAdams gets shocked.

Michael McAdams: Huh, you better get ready for your match against Alexander and Syn and retain your title because you have a big ACW tattoo across your back.

Flair and McAdams continue to discuss.




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[MaNonTheMoon]

----------------------------------------------------------- (Immideatly following Adrenaline) -----------------------------------------

The Scene opened up with Lisa Courier walking down the hallway as Adrenaline went off the air, more than likely on her way out for the evening. She stopped, however, when she heard the sounds of a struggle coming from the direction of the trainer’s office. She stopped, and looked down a darkened, adjacent hallway where the office is located and waited for a few moments, but heard nothing else. She stared for a moment, before shrugging.

Lisa: It must have been my imagination.

She went to walk away, when she heard another sound coming from the office. She frowned for a moment, and turned in its direction. Her journalistic instincts kicking in, she slowly started to walk towards the Trainer’s Office. She suddenly jumps back in shock as the door flies open and someone slams into the wall, before slumping down, apparently unconscious. She shrieks and goes to get help, but is suddenly pulled back and finds herself staring into a familiar pair of shock-bright green eyes.

Syn: Now, you weren’t about to, uh, go off and scream for help, were you?

Lisa said nothing as she looked at Syn in fear, noticing that mixed in with the greasepaint he wore, there was a large amount of blood on him. She turned slightly to look at the stage-hand that Syn had assaulted, and paled when she saw a large gash along his forehead, as well as blood spilling out of his mouth. Her attention was brought back to Syn as he gently cupped her chin and turned her head to where she was looking him in the eyes.

Syn: Now, as you can see, I’m a bit (Syn pauses, searching for the right word) unbalanced at the moment, with what happened in my match and all. Unfortunately for him (Syn turns Lisa’s head to where she is now looking at the unmoving form of the Stagehand) he tried to stop me when I wanted to go back out to the ring and have a nice, little talk with Christopher Flair and John McHenry; Something about me being in no condition to make that kind of rash decision, or something of the sort. I was a bit too preoccupied with finding a blunt object to hear the specifics of what he was trying to explain to me; but I’m sure it wasn’t something I wanted to hear.

Syn, with his free hand, pulls out a bloodstained tire iron from behind his back, causing Lisa’s eyes to widen in panic at what he may do with the weapon.

Syn: So I had to use a very, uh, unique method of mine to make him see my point of view. (Syn gazes at the tire iron) And for some unforeseen reason, he started to bleed. Badly. (Syn’s look turns to one of pure malice) Do you want to know what that method is, Lisa? I could explain it to you if you like, although I must warn you: It’s exceedingly MESSY after the first 30 seconds, but after a few moments, you won’t even remember it.

Lisa stared into Syn’s eyes and, to her absolute horror; there was nothing but madness and evil intentions seen in them. She slowly shook her head no, and Syn gave a small smile, before letting go of her chin.

Syn: I thought you would see it my way. (Syn gives her a small pat on the head, the smile still in place) Now, if I were you, I’d leave for the evening. (Syn gives a small, manic chuckle) I mean, you look very exhausted.

Syn watched as Lisa again nodded, and too several shaky steps back, before quickly walking out of sight into the direction of the parking lot. Seeing that Lisa had been taken care of, Syn slowly turns to look at the stagehand, an evil smile forming on his face.

Syn: Now that I have that little problem taken care of, what will I do to you, hmm?

Syn slowly walked over to the man, before coming to a stop right next him, a look of contemplation on his face.

Syn: Hmm…I could leave you here for someone to find... (Syn thinks about it, before shaking his head slightly) no. As amusing as it would be to see the reaction of certain individuals to this little mess of mine, I have a…â€Better†alternative.

Syn crouches down to where he’s next to the stagehand, before slapping him lightly to wake him up. Syn frowns when he doesn’t come to right away. He stands up, walks back into the Trainer’s Office, and then comes back out seconds later with a small glass of water. Syn calmly looks at the unconscious and bleeding stagehand, before splashing the water in his face, effectively waking him up for the moment.

Stagehand: (Groggy, dazed and confused) hmm?

Syn: Rise and shine Mr. (Syn reaches into his pocket and pulls out an ID, before giving it a once over) Reid. You and I have work to do. (Syn paused, as if just remembering something) Oh, and don’t worry about the little ringing in your head, it’s more than likely the concussion from either the tire iron or the wall.

The stagehand tries to get back up in order to escape from Syn, but ends up dropping back to the ground in a heap.

Reid: Wh-what d-do –

Syn cuts Reid off.

Syn: What do I want from you? Well, you see, it’s rather simple. (Syn reaches down and yanks Reid back up to his feet, then roughly pushes him against the wall, a small frown formed on his face) you see, you tried to stop me from going back down to the ring, and I didn’t like that. Not. One. Bit. Now, I considered leaving you here to bleed out and lapse into a shock induced coma, (Syn gives Reid a predatory smile) but where would the fun in that be, hmm?


Reid tries in vain to struggle and somehow get away from Syn, but he’s too weak from blood loss to put up much of a fight. Syn, who hadn’t even noticed the attempt, continues to speak.

Syn: No, no I decided that you’re going to help me get what it is that I desire. You’re going to be my bargaining chip for the evening.

Reid, still trying to escape Syn, tried to talk his way out.

Reid: Bu-but the show…

Syn chuckles darkly

Syn: Silly Reid. The show doesn’t end until it the last fan leaves. And, unless I’m mistaken, we still have very fan in attendance for whatever featured match that is scheduled. So (Syn pulls Reid along) lets go greet the masses.

Reid had no chance to attempt to protest as Syn dragged him by the collar towards the direction of where the ring was located.

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The lights go off in the arena, causing the fans to start murmuring in confusion. Suddenly, “Duality†by Slipknot begins to play and the crowd gives a largely mixed reaction as Syn slowly makes his way down to the ring, a bloody Reid still in his grasp and his tire iron in his free hand. Syn tosses Reid into the ring, before walking over to ringside and picking up a steel chair. Syn slides under the bottom rope and opens the chair, places in onto Reid’s chest, and sits down, ignoring the split crowd as he stares directly at the stage. He calmly picks up the mic he got from Ashley Sparxxx, and then begins to speak.

Syn: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to inform you that the scheduled featured event for the evening has been postponed. (The crowd boo’s loudly at that, causing Syn to smirk) You see, it’s being postponed because at the moment, there are some things that I feel are very unsettled at the moment.

Syn gains a blank look on his face as the fans all quiet down so that they can hear him speak.

Syn: You see, two times in the last month that I’ve had Christopher Flair beating in this ring. Once at Breaking Ground, and once more just moments ago, and both times, by a thin, bleached blonde hair, he’s managed to gain a victory over me. (Syn runs a hand through his hair, smearing blood and paint into it) Not by his own skill, mind you, but still, he’s managed to pin me two times in the last month; something no other wrestler in this industry can claim. And while I have never been one to claim to care about wins and losses…well, I can’t just stand by and allow this to stand, now can I?

Syn then tapped the side of Reid’s head with the tire iron with an evil look on his face.

Syn: Now, I’ve more than expressed the want to have BOTH Flair and the fool who has assisted him both times in a match, and tonight I got it. (Syn leans forward slightly, still tapping the side of Reid’s head with the tire iron) I want them in this ring again, but it seems as though, much like before, management will be a bit slow in giving me this match. So I decided to, uh, up the ante.

Syn abruptly stands up and kicks the chair over, before placing his boot right onto Reid’s throat.

Syn: Now, I’m going to give our lovely yet naive employer one of two options to choose from, because I’m sure that from her point of view, any choice regarding me often multiplies into many. She could come down here, politely inform me that she has heard my argument and will grant me another handicap match against Flair and McHenry, and everyone will leave the arena in relatively one piece. (Syn places more pressure on Reid’s throat, causing him to gasp out in pain) Or, she could come down here, predictably attempt to threaten me with something that I honestly don’t care all too much about, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand (Syn gives Reid a curious glance, before giving a sick smile of satisfaction in the pain that Reid was experiencing)….well, let’s just say there will be more than just someone’s blood on her hands if that were to occur.


Syn looks up at the stage, the smile still present on his face as he continued.

Syn: Oh, and you have about…another 20 seconds to decide. I’m not exactly known for my patience these days.

No sooner had the words left Syn’s mouth, Phoenix walked onto the stage, flanked by several security guards, who started to make their way towards the ring. Syn, seeing the security, lifted his boot off of Reid’s throat and yanked him back to his feet.

Syn: Ah ah ah - (Syn hooks the tire iron underneath Reid’s throat threateningly, causing the Security to stop) I wouldn’t do that if I were you. After all, the boy already more than likely has a concussion. You wouldn’t want anything MORE to happen if you were to make me a little (Syn clicks his teeth with his tongue, then smirks at the security) testy, would you?

The security didn’t take another step, but kept their eyes trained on Syn incase he made any sudden movements.

Syn: Good; Now Phoenix, seeing as how this is a matter that I placed in YOUR hands, I would appreciate it if you would kindly give me the answer that I asked of you.

Phoenix stared at Syn with a look of anger on her face as she weighed her options. She doubted that reasoning with the madman in the ring would work (She doubted the man had a sense of reason anyways), and virtually nothing she could threaten him with would work either. It looked as if she had no other choice BUT to go along with Syn’s demands. Calmly, she asked a stagehand for a mic, and then began to speak.

Phoenix: Syn, let me go on record by saying that you will pay dearly for this. I don’t care how or when, but you WILL pay. (Syn looked bored with her warning, so Phoenix sighed) but in regard to your answer, my answer is no.

The crowd starts booing heavily and Syn frowns, before Phoenix continued.

Phoenix: The reason I’m saying no is because I have another match in mind for you. (Syn raises an eyebrow in curiosity) Next week on Adrenaline, it will be Christopher Flair (Crowd boos) vs. Syn (The crowd gives a loud mixed reaction) and Drew Alexander in a two on one handicap match!

While the crowd seemed to love the idea, Syn looked thoughtful in the ring. It wasn’t the match he wanted, but at the same time why should he alone have the enjoyment of taking out his frustrations on the self proclaimed “Son of Godâ€. Slowly, Syn let go of Reid and appeared to be backing off – only to drop him with an Evenflow DDT! Security rushed the ring as Syn slithered out and hopped over the guard railing. He looked over his shoulder at the stage, where Phoenix is looking at him in fury, before smirking at her.

Syn: Oh, and by the way, accept the match.

Syn watched as security called for trainers and EMT’s, before he climbed up onto one of the chairs in the crowd and gave a crucifix pose, to the delight of the crowd. The scene fades to black with Syn looking on as Reid receives medical attention after his assault.

 

[Chriss]

We start a scene with Christopher Flair entering a garague. The garague door opens and we have a chance to see some really beatiful cars. Christopher steps into his Ferrari 458 Italia. And he leaves the garague. He has a little camera on the partner seat. He leaves the garague and goes for a ride.

Christopher Flair: Last night I tried to go to Italy and relax a little bit but the only thing I've done was that I've get drunk as fuck and I have a big ACW tattoo across my back. With that in mind I decided to do this. I decide to relax my favourite way. Nothing can compare to a ride in a nice, expensive and fast car. Wrestling, partying, jakuzi, workout. All these things can't clear my mind and prepare it for a match as big as my match next week. I'll be facing both Syn and Drew Alexander. Phoenix has made a lot of bad decisions but this one was the worst. I've already beaten both Drew Alexander and Syn at the Breaking Ground. What else do I have to do, to keep those loosers calm down?! I'VE BEATEN THEM! I HAVE FREAKEN BEATEN THEM. I've beaten Drew Alexander twice, I've beaten Syn twice, twice!

I have enough. I have enough of this shit. I signed with ACW to become the ten time World Champion and defend my title all around the world. I did not sign with ACW to be the guy that they put in a Handicap match for the World Title against two men that I already beaten!

Flair screams.

Yes, I sound like broken disc that repeats everything but I have to say everything thousand times because these naive people all around me don't get it. I don't deserve to be treated like this. I deserve to be treated like a ten time world champion, I deserve to be treated as a man who has beaten three other men to win it, I deserve to be treated as milionair I am. People all around the world respected me. Sure, there were people who hated me but at least they respected me. That's all I really want from the ACW Roster, ACW Creative team, ACW Roster and Phoenix. Do I want too much? I think not.

People all around the world are hating on me just because I know how to win. When I see an oppurtunity I take it and I make it into a success. Look at this way. Since I'm in ACW, I never won on my own. I'm the first and last undefeated ACW World Champion and it's like that because I want it to be like that. I could choose to become on ACW World Champion fair way but over the years I realized that nothing is fair. In ACW, nothing is fair. In the world, nothing is fair. Damn, even there is nothing fair in the whole galaxy. Trust me, I traveled all around the world and if you learned one thing, I learned that doing things the fair way gets you nowhere. If you want to things to be perfect, if you want to control your life by yourself, if you don't want people to continue messing up your life, your body, your mind and most importantly your self-respect.

I live my life spontaneously. Life is too short to only thing about what you want to do so I decided to make my life worth it, I decided to live my life like nobody else does. I do what I want, when I want and how I want. You may not like me but the fact is that whether you like me or not, I am who I am and I made success. Doing things spontaneously taught me how to run things. Doing things spontaneously taught me that nothing is necessary. The only things that are necessary are that you have to born, you have to eat and drink to stay alive and you have to die. Everything else is your choice and it's your choice how you decide.

Now I'll get to my point. I spontaneously decided to move on. Yes, to move on. I already became the time world champion and the first ever ACW World Champion. I'm holding the ACW World Title for over a month. I won't be trying to retain my world title. I did what I wanted to do, fomr now on, I leave everything at the hands of my destiny. It's funny because I never believed in destiny. I pretty much built my own destiny. So...

Flair is about to talk but suddenly he sees a body lying on the road. He stops, leaves his car and checks out the person who is lying on the road. Flair is shaking the man's head but the man gets up to his feet and punches Flair. Another Nope jumps out from the bush next to the road. The man that punched Flair enters Flair's car but he is no table to switch on the engine. Flair takes care of the second man. First he punches him and the man goes down but in a moment he gets back to his feet. BANG! Flair knocks him out with a Superkick and leaves him uncouncious. Flair then runs straight to his car and as the man is sitting on the drivers seat Flair sends his teeth down his throath with a superkick. Both attacker are knocked out. Flair grabs the on that is in the car and pulls him out. He sits right in his chest and he beggins to punch him. Blood flows out from the man's head as Flair is still punching him and screaming. All the anger that was regrouping inside the head of Flair just went out. Flait now goes to the second man and he begins to punch him as well. Both Nopes are out but Flair seems like he doen't have enough. He grabs one of two men by his legs in locks him in a figure four leg lock. The man didn't even wake up. We can hear the man's leg snap. Flair has just broken his goddamn leg but he is still putting the presure on.

Police car goes around and when cops see Flair aplying the figure four they jump of the car and they run right into him. One of the cops pulls out his gun.

Cop: Hey! Police! Stop it! Stop it or I will shoot your fucking head off!

Flair stops aplying the figure four and cops arrest him.

-----POLICE DEPARTMENT----

Cops hold Christopher Flair in the jail while they are investigating what happened. We can see Flair lying on the bad in a cell when suddenly his lawyer appears.

Lawyer: Mr. Flair! What happened?

Flair stands up.

Christopher Flair: I don't know. Those fucking Nopes wanted to steel my car and I only beat the crap outta them.

Lawyer: Did they attack you first?

Flair gets mad at the lawyer.

Christopher Flair: Of course they did. Who do you think am I? I'm not a crimanal, I'm don't walk on the street and I don't beat people up! Those Nopes are stupid. They thought they can just steal my car. This is is real life, not GTA San Andreas where you can take a civilian's car and get away with it!

Lawyer: Alright then. I can handle this. Wait here until they don't call you out for a lawsuit.

Christopher Flair: Like I am able to get out of here.

----AFTER A DAY, AT A LAWSUIT----

Flair is sitting in front of a judge and jury.

Judge: Mr. Flair, tell us what exactly happened.

Christopher Flair: I already told the cop that interviewed me but if you want me to repeat it, ok. So, I was just driving my car, relaxing when suddenly I saw a man lying on the road. So I stopped and I went to check out the situation and then it happened. The Nope stood up and punched me. Then, he entered my car and he tried to steal it. While he was doing that, his confederate tried to fight me but I handled the situation. You know the rest.

Judge: Opposition's lawyer. Do you have some questions?

The lawyer stands up and corrects his suit.

Lawyer: Of course I do.

Mr. Flair, what you do for living?

Christopher Flair: Currently, I'm a wrestler. I wrestle for a company named ACW. I'm their World Heavyweight Champion.

Lawyer: We all know that. We also know that you have been angry about the way that they treat you over there. What I have in mind is that you were so angry and you didn't know how to filter your anger so you let it go out on my clients. Is that true?

Christopher Flair: No, of course it's not!

Lawyer: You lie! Roll the video.

We get a chance to see the video of Flair driving his car and talking about ACW and how he is angry about the way they treat him.

So...

Lawyer is not able to continue. We can hear a big BANG as the doors to the judgement hall open and Phoenix walks in.

Phoenix: Stop this crap! I payed him out, he goes with me!

Judge: No, he doesn't.

Phoenix whispers something into judge's ear. Judge does a hand clap and the cops let Flair go. Phoenix and Flair leave the judgement hall.

Phoenix: Flair, I fucking don't care what you do in your personal life but with this you have threaten the show and you are going to pay for it! I've haad to pay 50, 000 dollars to get you out. I want you to give me 100, 000 dollars and if you don't do so I will not only suspend you, I will strip you of your title and I may think of fireing you!

Flair tries to say something.

Shut up!

Phoenix slaps Flair and leaves.

----END---





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