Drew Alexander vs. Syn vs. Eric Snow vs. Chris Flair for the ACW World Title

[The Wrestling Addict]

All RPs are due by Wednesday March 7, 2012 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time. If you need a 24 hour extension, let me know, but no later than 24 hours and you HAVE to ask me first. Only one RP per person in this match. This is a PPV match so bring your A Game! Good Luck!

 

[Andrew]

After having left the police station, I am surrounded by the media and supporters.

Interviewer 1: Drew, can I interview you?

Drew Alexander: Not right now, I hope that's understandable. Look here's my cell number, we'll talk tomorrow alright?

I shove one of the media guys for being in my face as I get into my car. I find a hotel nearby and choose to sleep there the night.

THE NEXT DAY

It's time for the gym, I've got to focus on becoming the first ACW World Champion but once again I'm interfered by that bloody Interviewer!


Interviewer 1: Sorry for interrupting but we've got a few things to ask you.

Drew Alexander: Look, don't you understand? I said I'd call you. I'm here at the gym wanting to prepare myself for my match against Syn, Eric Snow and Christopher Flair but you constantly distract me. What is it with you people? Don't you know how to leave someone alone? I'm going through such a hard time and all you do is PISS ME OFF!

Interviewer 1: I apologize, it won't be long...

Drew Alexander: Go away, I don't want to speak to you. When I feel like speaking, I'll let you know.

Interviewer 1: Drew...

This guy is really pissing me off, I grab him by the throat. The staff looking from the receptionist's desk..

Drew Alexander: QUIT TALKING!

The interviewer tries to say another word, I push him back before throwing a right hook at him, I storm outside and find a local school nearby and start doing chin-ups. I'm all alone, it begins to rain but I don't care I need to be prepared!

FIVE MINUTES LATER...

So here I am preparing for the fight of my life, a little school boy walks down the steps. Must have had after-school detention seeing it was quiet as hell...

Schoolboy: What the hell are you looking at?

The kid instantly pisses me off already, going through a hard week this little brat wants to piss me off...

Schoolboy: Well, what the fuck are you looking at? You think you're some top-shot dude working out in a playground. You poor bastard, you can't fight for shit!

Drew Alexander: How old are you? You little brat. In case you didn't know, I left the freakin' gym just before because an Interviewer constantly pisses me off. This very weekend I'm taking on Syn, Eric Snow and Chris Flair for the ACW World Title. If I couldn't fight, I don't think I'd be getting this opportunity would I kid?

Schoolboy: I'm 14, no idea why you wanted to know that you pedophile. Hanging around schoolyards. I don't give a shit if you were interviewed for prying around the schoolgrounds, doesn't surprise me. ACW? I seen that... I reckon Syn's the best. He's going to kick your ass, you're just a piece of shit!

I'm thinking, who the hell is this kid? With his putrid language and disrespect...

Drew Alexander: No wonder you are the last one walking down those steps...

Schoolboy: Drew Alexander hey? I was the last one walking down these steps because the stupid teacher is a bitch alright? My fuckin' mother ain't here either... Fuck this. I ain't walking home in the rain.

Drew Alexander: What do you want me to do about your little problem? With you running your mouth and swearing, it's no wonder to why your mother isn't here kid.

Schoolboy: Whatcha saying about my mother? I'm going to stab you man.

Why isn't any teacher walking out yet? Obviously this kid was in detention... My mind starts to confuse me, he pulls out a knife. I instantly grab his wrist before grabbing the knife off him...

Drew Alexander: I'd be careful if I was you kid.

Still holding his wrist, I squeeze it even tighter. My anger has gotten the better of me here...

Schoolboy: HELP! SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME!

Teacher: Get your hands off Nathan right now! Who do you think you are to be prying in the schoolgrounds and hurting someone like Nathan? I already punished him for detention. You better not be this boy's father.

I let go, pushing him to the ground. I get into the face of the teacher who's a female.

Drew Alexander: I am not his father nor would I want to be. This young boy has been out here for ten minutes swearing his head off, I'm here because I chose to do my work-out here than have interviewers pissing me off. I wrestle for ACW, you might not tolerate wrestling but that's my lifestyle.

Teacher: You know something? Whatever your name is...

Drew Alexander: Drew Alexander.

Teacher: You can turn up tomorrow here, 9AM Sharp. I expect you at the assembly, you can talk to all the students about bullying. Nathan might have disgruntled you but you retailiated, perhaps you should serve your punishment. Turn up tomorrow or else I'll have you charged.

I'm thinking, well fuck you. Seriously... I've had a hard time... but then again I don't want to be charged. I'm going through too much.

Drew Alexander: Alright, I apologize. See you here tomorrow...

I head back to the motel...

THE NEXT DAY

It's 8am... It's time for me to head to that school and address all the students. I turn up and there's a bunch of kids being dropped off by their mother. I walk inside to the receptionist and ask for this teacher.

Receptionist: Who are you after?

Drew Alexander: Some lady, she was doing detention last night... Whoever was running that. She asked me to be here for assembly. I'm the guest speaker.

Receptionist: Ah yes, you're Drew Alexander. Right this way...

I head towards the hall as I get into the gymnasium... A bunch of students are sitting down talking as Assembly is about to get underway.

Teacher: And now for our guest speaker, ACW Wrestler Drew Alexander!

Drew Alexander: Uh... Thanks. Sorry I'm not much of a talker. I'm here to speak about bullying...

Nathan: Yeah 'cos you fucking hurt me last night ya dick!

The entire room becomes silent. The headmaster walks up to the teacher who asked me to turn up...

Headmaster: What's this about Ms. Nichols?

Ms. Nichols: Mr. Roberts... Last night after Nathan served detention, I caught Drew in the playground with his hand around Nathan's wrist and felt he should be speaking to us about bullying.

Headmaster: You failed to inform me about this. This is a police matter. Care to explain Drew?

Is this a setup? What the hell?!

Drew Alexander: Mr. Roberts, I've gone through a tough week. I have found out one of my best friend knew about my parents death all my life. Turns out his parents killed my parents, I've had interviewers chasing me left right and center and last night I chose to do my work out in the playground. Yet that little boy Nathan decided to run his mouth. The reason for me grabbing his wrist is because of him carrying this!

I pull out the knife from my pocket, the knife he had.

Ms. Nichols: Drew, I'm so sorry... I had warned Nathan about bringing a knife into the schoolyard. He was suspended a month ago for this...

Headmaster: We apologize. Nathan, get up here now...

Nathan: Nah, fuck this school. I'm outta here... Oh yeah, guess what I'm about to do as well...

Nathan pulls out what looks like to be some sort of explosive bomb...

Drew Alexander: GUYS! GET OUT OF THE ROOM RIGHT NOW!

Everybody rushes out of the room, a loud explosion is heard and the camera is shut off.






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[MaNonTheMoon]

The scene opened up showing Phoenix, the owner of ACW, walking down a long hallway that leads to her office. She had just come back from addressing the crowd for the final Live Event before the Breaking Ground pay-per-view that takes place later in the week, and not two seconds after she got backstage, a stagehand told her that “Someone†had requested a meeting with her in her office. Shaking out of her thoughts, she came to a stop in front of her office door, opened it, and entered. She frowned, however, when she didn’t see anyone inside.

Phoenix: Hmm. I wonder where they went.

Her question was answered when she heard her door slam short behind her. She quickly turned around, and found herself staring into a very familiar pair of evil shock-green eyes. It was Syn, dressed in full ring attire and the Joker-Esq facepaint, giving her a very sinister smile. Syn moved past her and straightened the coat tail on his trench coat, before sitting in the seat in front of her desk. Watching Syn cautiously, Phoenix walked over to her side of the desk, before sitting down as well, never once breaking eye contact with The Maniacal Mastermind. The two sat in silence for a few moments, before Syn decided to speak.

Syn: I understand that there’s talk in the rest locker room that you’re (Syn pauses) a tad bit upset with me over the matter of my no attending the press conference for the Pay-Per-View last week. There’s also more talk that you, uh, wanted to have a little chat with me regarding the situation. Now, me being me, I couldn’t very well wait for you to seek me out, (Syn leans back slightly, a small smirk on his face) so here I am.

Phoenix glares at Syn in displeasure over his actions, and goes to speak.

Phoenix: Yes, you’ve heard right. (Syn’s smirk gets slightly larger) You see, I brought you into this company with the understanding that while you came with some baggage and a bit of a taste for rebellion, that it would work out greatly for me business wise in the long-run. Now, I heavily doubt that all of the trouble associated with you is worth it. You’ve not shown me a single shred of respect as an authority figure or YOUR BOSS since you’ve arrived here, you’ve not shown my interviewers any respect since arriving here –

Syn raised a hand, cutting her off momentarily much to her annoyance.

Syn: I’m afraid that’s where you’re slightly mistaken, my dear. (Phoenix snarls at him at the “My Dear†remark, but Syn ignores it) I do respect your, uh, interviewers. If you happen to be referring to the incident with Christopher Martello, he unfortunately had the baaaaaaaad luck on interviewing me on a rare off-night. And I haven’t met your other interviewer, so it’s hardly fair to say I don’t respect someone I don’t know, don’t you say? Hmm?

Syn smiles in an unpleasant manner as Phoenix continued to glare at him for having the nerve to interrupt her, before she speaks again, trying desperately to hold her temper.

Phoenix: Syn, I ask that, for the sake of your job, you NEVER cut me off again. (Syn continues smiling, un-phased by the threat). But as I said before, you have displayed a complete lack of respect and a high amount of contempt for me, this company, the fans, and everyone else whom you’ve come across since I’ve signed you. You WILL put a stop to it!

Syn frowns and raises an eyebrow, still not entirely phased by this. He leans forward a bit, to where he is leaning over the desk and nearly face to face with Phoenix.

Syn: And what, may I ask, will you do to stop me if I refuse? (Phoenix growls at Syn’s blatant disrespect)You could fire me, but I could only BE so lucky. (Syn sneers at Phoenix) And we both know you don’t have the intestinal fortitude to do that, for the simple reason that you, and this company, seem to need me much more than I “need†you. (Syn drops the sneer and glares back at Phoenix) You sit here and demand that I show you the respect that you delude yourself into thinking that I owe you as a promoter, yet you’ve done absolutely nothing over the last month to warrant it.

Phoenix abruptly stands up, enraged by Syn’s comments.

Phoenix: THE FACT YOU STILL HAVE A JOB AND I SIGN YOUR PAYCHECK MORE THAN WARRENTS YOU RESPECTING ME!!!!

Syn just stares blankly at her, before leaning back and giving her a predatory smirk.

Syn: I honestly could live without my employment OR my payment, I’m well off enough to live the rest of my existence without either one, so you’ve yet to give any convincing argument as to why I should respect you. (Syn slowly stands up, never breaking eye contact with Phoenix) And quite frankly, its starting to become hilariously pathetic to see you try to find one.

The two continued to stare down, Phoenix staring at Syn in anger, fury and frustration, and Syn staring back in amusement and defiance. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door broke the staring contest as both turned and stared at the stagehand who had entered.

Stagehand: Uh, S-Syn, your match is up next.

The stagehand quickly exited the office. Syn back up and gave Phoenix a mocking bow, before going to leave.

Phoenix: This isn’t over.

Syn paused right as he got to the door, and then answered her without turning around.

Syn: No, it isn’t, and I would be worried about that if I were you; because if you think that I’m…“difficult", now, one can only imagine what I become if I become your World Heavyweight Champion.

Deciding to end the conversation there, Syn opened the door and walked out of the office and headed towards the ringside entrance. He stopped, however, as he suddenly locked eyes with one of his opponents for Breaking Ground, Eirc Snow. The two stare down for a moment, before Syn gives him a very chilling smile.

Syn: Good luck in the main event tonight, Snow.

Snow didn't show any acknowledgment of Syn's words and continued to stare at him, before he turns around and heds off to his locker room. Syn shrugs and he continues his walk down to the ring as the screen fades out.
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The scene opens back up in the middle of the ring, with Syn standing over the prone body of his opponent, a local competitor, with the referee raising his arm in victory. Syn ripped his arm away from the ref and walked over to one of the corners as Ashley Sparxxx made the announcement.

Ashley Sparxxx: Here is your winner, Syn!

Syn paid no attention to the mixed reaction he received a largely mixed reaction from the live crowd as he rolled underneath the bottom rope and walked over to Ashley, asking if he could “borrow†her mic. She hesitantly hands it to him, before he rolled back into the ring and climbed up onto the top rope and sat on the turnbuckle. He looks around and smirks, then begins to speak.

Syn: Now, before The lovely miss Ashley Sparxxx (Syn gestures over to Ashley blushes as the crowd cheers her, much to Syn’s amusement) sends you all off for the mid-show inter mission in order to do…well, whatever it is you people do during an intermission, I’d like to, uh, speak a small bit about the upcoming pay per view. (Syn paused as the crowd silenced, giving him their undivided attention) At Breaking Ground, grudges will be settled, vengeance will be gained, and the foundations for the very future of this very company will be shaped all by what will happen in this ring.

Syn paused, noticing he still had the attention over everyone in the arena, before smirking.

Syn: Eric Snow, Christopher Flair, Drew Alexander, and I all have the opportunity to determine the very fate of this company in one match, where the winner will be crowned Alternative Championship Wrestling’s first World Heavyweight Champion. While I’m not as bold as my opponents to say that I’m all but assured to walk out as Champion, I will say that my history speaks for itself. Gentlemen, the end is near, and I’m afraid that for the three of you, there is no escaping. Welcome to The Age of Armageddon, and may the best competitor win.

Duality plays as Syn leaps from the turnbuckle to the floor below and lands on his feet, and hands the mic back to Ashley. Syn walks backstage with an evil smile on his face as the scene fades to black.

 

[Chriss]

OOC: Ok guys, sorry for this but Ive had to post my RP in this much parts because it was too long for one post and theres something wrong with the site. Sorry.

We take a look to the locker room area here in ACW. Cameraman with Christopher Martello are going to visit Christopher Flair to ask him a couple guestions. When they get to his locker room with a big sing on the doors saying:“The Kingdom of Glory“ they realize that the doors are a little bit opened.They here voices in there. Chris Martello doesn't knock. He tells the cameraman to stuck the camera behind the door and film who is in with Christopher Flair. When the cameraman does so, we can see who's in. It's non other then John McHenry. They are sitting in front of that little save that we've seen Flair putting something in. We still don't know what's that been. Cameraman is too far away from them to hear what they are talking about but he's able to hear a little of it.

Christopher Flair: Did you get it partner? When I make success you make money. Simple formula.

When it seems like Flair is going to start talking about something important, some secret, the cameraman made a backspace and he kicked in the door. Both Christopher Flair and John McHenry immediately stand up. McHenry spilled his whiskey. Flair looks right to the camera. He doesn't seem to be angry. McHenry was about to run right into the cameraman and knock him out but Flair stops him, corrects his suit and goes to talkt to Christopher Martello.

Christopher Flair: Excuse my partner. He's a little bit hot-headed. Do you want something Martello? Before you answer my question I have another I want to hear an answer to. Didn't your mother teach you to knock on the door before you enter somebody's house, flat, room or locker room?

Christopher Martello: Ehm, It wasn't me. It was our cameraman. His names is...

Before Martello is able to finish the sentence Flair stops him.

Christopher Flair: Stop Chris. Sorry for interrupting you but I did it...well, I did it just because I can. It doesn't matter what is his name, what name his mother picked for him. I call him Jeff and it will remain like that until I don't get tired of...

 

[Chriss]

Christopher Martello: Until you don't get tired of calling him Jeff?

Flair looks at Martello with a dissappointment in his eyes and then he says:

Christopher Flair: Listen, the fact I interrupted you does not mean that you have the right to interrupt me. And no, I'm going to call that guy right there Jeff until I don't get tired of his face. When I get tired of his face, I'll make sure that he'll never work for this company again. Who do you guys think you are? First you dare to monitor what I am doing without my permission to do it and now you dare to interrupt me? Your soon-to-be the first World Champion of ACW? I thought you are inteligent but now I see you're nothing more than a brainless interviewer who does what he does because he did not have what it takes to become a wrestler. You never had what it takes and you'll never have what it takes to become a man who can enter the ring on his feet and leave on his feet. You know what? Get out my face before I make sure that somebody whishes you the best in your future endeavours. And you Jeff, you are alredy fired so give me your headphones and camera.

Before Jeff's able to take down his headphones, Flair screams on the man who he sees in front of a coffee machine.

Christopher Flair: Hey you! What's your name?

Before the man is able to say something Flair continues to talk.

Christopher Flair: It doesn't matter this time. I'm happy to inform you that you have a new job! Yes, pick up this camera get those headphones on and you do a cameraman!

The man seems to be very happy about the fact he has a new job. Christopher Flair screams on Chris Martello who is on his way to the garage.

Christopher Flair: Hey Martello, come back here!

Martello turns around and quickly runs to Christopher Flair with a smile on his face.

Christopher Flair: Don't smile, I just want you to call Lisa. I want to do an interview with her not with you.

Martello doesn't say a damn thing. He calls Lisa Courier and then he goes back to the garage.
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After 5 minutes, Lisa Courier shows up.

 

[Chriss]

Lisa Courier: Hello Mr.Flair. I heard you want me to do an interview with me and not with Chris Martello.

Christopher Flair: In first of all Lisa, you can call me by my name. Call me Chris if you can. And yes, I'm about to do an interview but I want you to do it because if Martello'd do it, I'd just kick him in the face.

Lisa Courier: More people are about to kick him in the face when he does in interview with somebody. Mr. Flair, oh sorry. Chris, my first question is, don't you feel bad about the way you became the last competitor in the Fatal 4-way World Championship match at The Breaking Ground?

Christopher Flair: You're not the first person to ask me this question. Do I feel bad? No, I don't. You see, people are may confused or angry about the way I won but at The Breaking Ground I will show them why exactly they don't need to be angry. Why? Because there is no man in the whole world that could give people a better match than me. I'm more than a good competitor in single matches, in tag team matches, triple threat matches, four way matches and every match you can just image off. I'm one of the best wrestlers in the world these days and the number of World Title I won proves that but only a half of these people in the arena or in front of the TV Screens who watch this show on TV or those who watch our show illegaly on the internet because they are too cheap to pay for Satelite TV, only like a half of them knows how good I am, only a half of them has seen my wrestling all around the world. That's the reason why I'm here in ACW, I'm here to show the second half of those people out there who Christopher Flair is.

Before Lisa is able to finish the sentece Christopher's phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and checks who's calling him.

Christopher Flair: Excuse me Lisa, I know that it's indecent but I have to pick up this one.

Lisa Courier: It's ok.

Christopher picks up his phone.

Christopher Flair: Hey George. What? What did I miss? Today's workout? Ok, give me an hour and I'll be right there. What do you mean you have another client? I'm a freakin' Christopher Flair. Money? I use money to blow up my cigars, money doesn't play a role around here. Stay right there, I'll pay you as much as you want. Alright, I'm on my way.

Flair puts his phone in his pocket, looks on Lisa who is standing there and looking at him with a sexy look on her face.

Christopher Flair: I'm sorry Lisa, I have to go but if you want we can continue. I've got a limo over there so I can take you to the gym with me and we can continue there.

Lisa just stays over there and she's thinking what she has to do.

Lisa Courier: Ok, I have to do what's right for the business so I think we'll go with you Chris.

Flair smiles.

 

[Chriss]

Christopher Flair: Sure, business. John, I'll talk to you later, right?

John McHenry and Christopher Flair shake hands and McHenry heads to his locker room.

Lisa grabs Christopher by his arm and they go to the limo. When they are in front of the limo, Christopher opens the door.

Christopher Flair: Ladies always enter first.

He helps Lisa to get in then he enters the limo and the cameraman enters as the last one. Christopher Flair opens a mini bar.

Christopher Flair: Can I offer you something Lisa? Wine, whiskey, juice or just a water?

Lisa Courier: No, thank you, maybe a little bit later.

Christopher Flair: And you, camera guy?

The cameraman shakes his head signalizing NO. Christopher closes the mini bar.

Christopher Flair: So, do you have any questions Lisa?

Lisa Courier: Oh yes. How do you feel about the ACW community? Whit that I not only mean ACW Superstar but I mean the entire ACW crew or however you'd like to call it.

Christopher Flair: I'm not here for a long time so as everybody but I can tell you that people around this place work as a one big family. Everybody in the back has such a big passion for what they do. Even a guy that carries our coats does it with passion and that's good. If there wasn't for people with that much passion ACW would never rise. Any company would never rise. Did you see how *** ended? Christopher Flair wasn't a member of it but I saw what happened to them and I don't see it happening to ACW.

Lisa Courier: I'm glad to hear that from you. Now to your match at The Breaking Ground. How big are your chances? Do you specially prepare for that match?

 

[Chriss]

Christopher Flair: A basic man would say that he has a 25% chance to win that match but I know I have more. When I look at my oponents I don't really see big obstacles to overcome. I know I can beat Drew Alexander, I think I've already beaten him in the past but I'm not sure. Then I've got Eric Snow. He's a good highflyer and he knows what to do whit his wrestling arsenal. I've seen a couple of his matches and I can say that in a normal match he can do pretty well but when it comes to matches where he has to face more than 2 men, he doesn't know how to move himself in the ring. Simply said, he's not smart enough to win that Fatal 4-Way match at The Breaking Ground. And the last man I have to go through is Syn. He's the only man in that match that I'm worried about. You never know when he's going to appear, what he's going to do and what he thinks. Overall, I think my chances in winning that match are pretty big.

Lisa Courier: For now I have just one last question. I won't I even call a question. Can you tell us something about you? I mean, we've seen a footage from your house but we want to know something more about Christopher Flair.

Christopher Flair: What do you want to hear? I'm just the best wrestler in the world, the smartest man in the world, the most dashing man in the world and the richest man in the world. Ok, I lied, I'm not the richest man in the world but everything else is true. You know, I never wanted to be something else than a wrestler. Everything I wanted to do was wrestling. I've grown up seeing my father wrestle. I remember the first time I've seen somebody wrestle. I was just a little kid when I've seen my father wrestling against Ricky The Dragon Steamboat. From that moment I knew that this is what I want to do. Boys always dream about becoming an astronaut one day, policeman or something like that but Christopher Flair always wanted to be a wrestler. My father taught me everything he knew, every wrestling move and every trick in the book. When I was like 18 years old I've had to decide what I want to do. Do I want to start my wrestling career this early or do I want to go to university? It was a hard decision to make but I decided to go to the university. I've made a really good decision. Did you see my house? Did you see my cars? Do you see this limo? I gained all of this by myself. Nobody has ever helped me. This is who I am,I am Christopher Flair.

When Flair ends to talk, the limo driver suddenly says:“We are here Mr.Flair.“ Christopher goes out of the limo. He stands in front of the limo, ducks down and he says:

Christopher Flair: It was such a pleasure to do this interview but I've gotta go.

Flair kisses th hand of Lisa, he closes the limo's doors and goes to the gym.

Lisa Courier: Ladies and gentlemen, Christopher Flair.

Limo goes away from the sports center and Christopher Flair enters the building.

Flair is walking through the corridors with a huge smile on his face. Everybody looks at him with jealousy in their eyes. Falir shakes hands with some of his friends and he hugs some ladies. He finally gets to his personal locker room. Yes, Christopher Flair is the only person in this state who has his own locker room in the sports center. Flair changes his clothes, prepares for the workout, locks his locker room and he goes to the gym.

His personal trainer is waiting for him to appear. Gym doors open with a big bang.

Christopher Flair: WOOOOOOOOOOO! Hello my friends!

People welcome Flair and after Flair greets everyboy he shakes hands with his trainer.

Trainer: Hello Chris, what would you like to work on today?

Flair looks a little bit confused.

Christopher Flair: Today we are going to make this one hard, ultra hard. I have the biggest match of my careet comming up this Sunday so I have to prepare for it. First we could start with some exercises to increase my stamina. I feel really good about my stamina but I have to get better in every aspect.

 

[Chriss]

Trainer: Ok, we'll start with the stamina thing, then we can work on your strenght and etc....

Christopher Flair: Then.....WOOOOOO, let's do this man.

Flair and his trainer begin to work out hard, ultra hard.

---------------AFTER 3 HOURS---------------

After three hours Flair's workout has come to an end. Flair doesn't look much tired, he seems to be even more powerfull now, than when he began the workout.

Trainer: Ok Chris, now we have to do some test on ya so we are going to know if we made a good job here today.

Flair stops drinking his protein shake.

Christopher Flair: Okay but quickly, I have more important things to do than be here for more time that I even planed I'd be here.

Flair throws the bottle with the protein shake in the dumpster from three metres. After the bottle sucessfully lands in the dumpster Flair begins to act like a basketball player. He goes out of the gym to do those tests but his trainer is still in the gym, reading some papers.

Christopher Flair: Did you listen to me? I said I don't have enough time that I can spend here so c'mon.

Flair and his trainer go the room where the tests are gonna be made.

Christopher Flair: How's your family man? Wife, kids?

Trainer: All good. Wife's doing good in her work, kids are both smart and talented. Cody is actually wrestling. With that in mind, can I you sign this card for him?

 

[Chriss]

Trainer pulls out the sign-card of his pocket.

Christopher Flair: Sure, do you want it to be with a dedication?

Trainer: Yes, please.

Flair signs the card.

Trainer: Thank you so much, you are his favourite wrestler.

Christopher Flair: Not a surprise at all , I'm the best wrestler in the world today and I'm going to proove it this Sunday at the Breaking Ground when I beat three other man and become the first ever ACW World Champion.

Flair and his trainer open to door. The sign on it says “Testing Room“. They enter it.

-----AFTER 10 MINUTES-----

Flair and his trainer come out the testing room. Both are looking extremely happy.

Trainer: As I said Mr.Flair, today we made your prospects better than ever. Like this, I promise you will be crowned the new ACW World Champion!

Christopher Flair: Hell yeah! Now that's what I like to hear. Excuse me man, I've gotta go.

Flair and his trainer shake hands and Flair goes to take a shower.

After the shower Flair puts his suit back on and he calls the limousine. Flair doesn't have to wait for it. When he leaves the sports center the limo is already there. He sits in it and he is on his way back. On his way back to the ACW Arena.

-----ACW Arena----
Flair walks into the ACW Arena with a confused look on his face. He walks through the backstage where everybody is throwing their eyes on him.

He is about to unlock the door to his locker room but then he finds out that the doors are already open. He walks in and he sees that somebody is sitting in his arm chair.

Christopher Flair: Who the hell are you?!

Person in the arm chair stands up. It's Phoenix.

Phoenix: Hello Christopher. I'm here to tell you that you are not gonna be competeing this Sunday in the Fatal Four Way match for the World Title because you'll have a to go to the court because Christopher Martello sued you. There for, there is going to be a trial.

Christopher Flair: This is a joke right? I earned my spot in that match! C'moooon Phoenix, you can't let this happen, it's not good for the business.

Phoenix: And kicking an interviewer in the face is good for the business?

Christopher Flair: You don't really understand me do you? Look at it this way. Do you want to have a Triple Threat match or a Fatal Four way match? If you pick a Triple Threat match, ratings are gonna be low but if you pick a Fatal Four Way match, the ratings are going to be as high as they ever were on this show! Now I have another question for you. Do you want to be on the side of replacable interviewer or do you want to be on the side of man that keeps money flowing into your company?

Phoenix: Unfortunately, you're right Christopher. I think that penalty of about 15, 000 dollars would be a lot better for the business than not alowing you to compete.

Christopher Flair: That's what I'm talking about!

Flair pulls out his walet and he pulls 15,000 dollars of it like it's 20 dollars.

Christopher Flair: There you go. Now leave my locker room, please. I have to prepare for my match.

Phoenix leaves his locker room without saying a word.

Christopher puts his gear up, does a couple of push-ups and then he begins his way to the ring.

Christopher is standing in front of a curtain waiting for his music to hit the speakers.

----END----

 

[Ben]

The scene opens with Eric Snow sitting in the center of the ACW rind dressed in full ring gear, even though Breaking Ground is hours away. Suddenly there's some clapping from the stands as a man begins to speak.

Mike Snow: You nervous boy or did your clock just break the show doesn't start for hours you should be in the back clearing your mind.

Eric Snow: My mind is clear pops, and trust me I'm right where I need to be. I'm ready, more ready then I've ever been and I really feel like now is my time.

Mike Snow: Well you trained hard for once, and after all the years of me telling you to listen to what the hell I had to say you finally did. I'm proud of you son, and in the past few weeks, you've finally grown from a boy to a man.

Eric Snow: Thanks pops, sorry it took me so long to actually figure out that all you were trying to do was help me grow, like you said though I really wish I would of listened sooner. Think I'm a more complete wrestler than ever, you've taught me moves I never even knew existed and you helped me get a grasp on perfecting the basics.

Mike Snow: Yea, I've shown you ever thing I know, so there's really not much left for me to teach you the rest is up to you. But I'm going to be honest Eric, I appreciate your serious approach you've taken here over the last few weeks, but it's pretty obvious your putting on a act.

A look comes over Eric's face and he get's up from the center of the ring quickly and moves into the stands to talk closer with his father.

Eric Snow: Are you FUCKING LOSING YOUR MIND OLD MAN! Your the one that told me to take a more serious approach, to stop with all the fun and games, and now your telling me that I'm putting on a act. You've got to be kidding me nothing is ever good enough for you.

Eric is raging mad and his father is fuming mad also, he reaches back his hand and slaps Eric across the face with his full force.

Mike Snow: Watch Your Mouth Boy, next time I'll close my fist and knock you the hell out. Bottom line is you needed to get serious to get back on track and learned the basics you've never bother to use years ago, but you can't change who you are, the greats always have that extra swagger and all you need to do is look at the history books to see that.

Eric Snow: Ok I'm more confused than ever right now, and my face hurts like a bitch

Mike Snow: God your stupid some time. Let me make it simple for you, before you were a cocky prick that didn't really have the skills to live up to your ego. Now you a passive little bitch, that has the skills to back up being a cocky asshole.

Eric Snow: Ok why didn't you just say so. Basically I can take this stick out of my ass and start having some fun again?

Mike Snow: Yea boy you earned, due me proud tonight though and next time I see you, there better be gold around your waist.

Snow shakes his fathers hand, jumps the rail and is running towards the locker room.

Mike Snow: Where the hell are you off to in such a hurry?

Eric Snow: I've got a lot of shit talking to make up for, got to get to the back and put some people in there places. Don't want them to think I've gotten soft.

A huge smile comes across Eric's face and he gives a thumbs up, and makes his way behind the curtain

Mike Snow: Seriously should of considered adoption when that one was born. ​