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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 16:55:18 GMT -5
THREE!
The bell rings, and it’s over.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, Jason Freeeeeeman!
It’s over, and the fans aren’t in the least bit disappointed with the result as they know they’ve been treated to an outstanding wrestling contest that was strong enough to main event the show.
Freeman gets off of BK London and he stays on his knees in the middle of the ring, and it almost looks like he’s about to cry – but he’s just soaking in this moment for everything it’s worth. Eventually, he picks himself and rises up to his feet were Referee Makabe is there to raise his arm in victory, and now the mixed reaction begins to come in and then the full fledged boos.
But Freeman doesn’t care. He has solidified himself as one of the top wrestlers here in ACW by beating a Hall of Famer. He loves every second of it, and he continues to celebrate in the ring while London quietly rolls out the ring and heads around the ring. Makabe is there to help, but while he does have quite a limp – he refuses any helps and he limps his way up the Omega Effect VI ramp.
Jason Freeman is still in the ring celebrating his victory, but that isn’t quite the story at the end of this match. The fans instead turn towards BK London as he walks up the ramp and begins applauding him, as they know from last Monday that this is his last match here in ACW – for good. As London reaches the top, he turns around and looks at the arena that embraced him for his final encounter and then looks at his opponent. He gives the nod to Jason Freeman, and almost breaking kayfabe – Freeman gives the nod back, and now returns to celebrating back in the ring.
There’s no speeches, no celebration.
Just as mysteriously as he entered, London now vanishes from ACW…forever?
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 16:56:52 GMT -5
End of Mengkind Pt. 2[/u] -TJ *We open the scene outside of TJ’s house, it is late in the afternoon as the sky is a mixtures of purples and oranges. In the drive way we see TJ’s 2009 Mitsubishi Sypder, the glossy red paint shining in the sunset. Water running down TJ’s driveway as he sprays some suds down the driveway, finishing up cleaning his car. As TJ finishes rolling up his hose, we see a Toyota Camry pull up and in the driver seat is Trey. He pulls up behind TJ’s car and gets out, his eyes open wide.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Trey…..what happened? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings An…..said to leave…..I stay too long…….he’s dead……he has to be…….it was 8 guys vs one……..I told him to wait until………until they left……he didn’t listen……. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Trey, are you serious? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Nah, there was 3 guys and I know An took down two before I drove away. He said to leave after he got in the car, but I didn’t. He told me to tell you to look in that envelope that he gave you last week. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, I’m not. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Why not? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ It tells me where my dad is, and we both know if I find him I will kill him. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings What? No, he told you that so you wouldn’t open it until after this whole thing was over. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So then, what is it? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Just go and open it up. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright, treat yourself to a beer. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Nah I have to get going. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright man. *TJ and Trey bump knuckles as Trey gets back in his Camry and backs out. TJ waves good-bye as he enters his house. He goes up the stairs to his room and sits on his bed. He opens the top drawer to his nightstand and pulls out the envelope. He opens it and looks in. There are several one hundred dollar bills along with a piece of paper.* An Woo.Meng’s Voice If you are reading this, either you really wanted to know where you’re dad was, Trey convinced you to open the envelope, or I’m dead. Hopefully it’s the first or second one, because I’d rather not be dead. TJ, Thank you for helping me avenge my uncle. I will not forget this, and I’m sure you won’t. Those shackles really do keep us in bonds, just not physical ones. You are a true ally and I hope that can turn into a true friend one day down the road. *The door bell rings as TJ gets up, continuing to read the letter as he makes his way down to the door.* An Woo.Meng’s Voice And when I told you that I found where you’re dad was. I wasn’t lying. You see, I remember about you telling me that he was the one person that you hated the most in the world. I know from experience that feeling and I know that some things are unchangeable, irreversible, and that’s one of them. So I told him where to find you. *TJ continues down the stairs as he opens the door, mouth gaping at the news he just read.* Wow, I was hoping your jaw would have dropped when you opened the door not before. *TJ just stares as the man.* Hello, son. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No…… *The scene fades with TJ staring at the man he has hated for the last 20 years of his life: His father.*
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 16:57:35 GMT -5
"Crucible'd" (Credit Rattlesnake)
The Crucible in now over. One man can say that he truly went through hell just for a shot at the ACW World Championship. That man was not Rattlesnake. Rather than be upset, he's actually glad for some unknown reason. He knew who he was facing, but they didn't know he was involved. No matter how you slice it, he did come up just short.
Rattlesnake: Omega Effect is over for me now. But I'm not bitter. I went out to the ring and kicked somebody's ass. While I didn't accomplish getting ahold of that contract, I at least let people know that I am back and that I will be a force to be reckoned with. I'll let that chump enjoy his victory, no matter how short-lived it will be. Unlike someone like me, he'll choke under the pressure. That's something he and our World Champion can take to the bank.
Snake walks through the hallway to the garage area. He starts to head to his car when he stops for a second.
??: You don't really believe that, do you?
Chills seem to run right up Snake's spine. He knows that voice. That all too familiar voice. Snake turns around.
Rattlesnake: And just what the hell do you want?
??: I want what you want. You can't tell me that you don't want it.
Rattlesnake: Want what?
??: The ACW Championship. What else?
Rattlesnake: And I suppose you can help me get it.
??: Help you? I'll win it for you.
Snake looks perplexed.
Rattlesnake: You'll win it for me. And just how does that work out for me?
??: Of course I will. Just think about it. When have I ever steered you wrong?
Snake breaks the fourth wall with an obvious glare.
Rattlesnake: Well there was the one time where-
??: Ok. Maybe I did one thing.
Rattlesnake: I recall more.
??: Ok, ok, ok. Enough about semantics. I know I've done enough to you in the past. But this time will be different.
Rattlesnake: How so?
??: Simply put, I won't take over. I won't force myself into the situation unless you need me. You do remember how tenacious I was.
Rattlesnake: Yes. But I also remember how I got a lot of losses due to you.
??: Details, details. Here's the deal. You do something for me and I'll help you out.
Rattlesnake: And what do I have to do for you?
??: We'll take care of that in due time. Right now, we have something to focus on. I'll exhaust all of my resources to make sure you get it.
Snake thinks for a second. He knows what could happen. He knows about the past. He debates on if he should even consider such a deal.
Rattlesnake: If I agree to this, have I got your word that I'll have the title, no matter how long it takes?
??: You have my word.
Rattlesnake: And this...thing you want. Is it something feasible? Is it something I can do without sacrificing anything?
??: There might be a small sacrifice, but nothing that will come to harm you in any way. I can assure you of that.
Snake thinks about it. What else does he have to lose?
Rattlesnake: Fine. We'll do this. But you better hope you don't ask for anything extreme.
??: Oh, don't you worry about it. It won't be anything bad.
Rattlesnake: It better not be or I will make you pay, Cobra.
With that, Snake walks away. The chill surging down his spine gone. But what could this mean? What does Cobra want?
Only time will tell.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 16:59:55 GMT -5
Segment: Cold War (Credit: Senator, ??)
Returning to the show, Steve Phillips is seen in the ring, wearing an old "Steve Phillips for Senator" campaign shirt, and his wrestling gear, red, white, and blue boxing shorts, knee pads, and boots. Phillips is also holding a microphone, which can only indicate that we're in for a good ol' rant tonight...
The Senator: I stand before you here tonight as a man without a match. Yes, Mister Omega Effect himself, the man who holds more match of the year awards than any other individual in ACW history has been precluded from competition. And why is that, you might ask? A fine question indeed, and one with an ugly answer to boot.
Phillips cracks his knuckles as he looks out at the audience, taking a good breath before continuing.
Senator: The answer is both simple and complex. The simple way to state it is this, Chairman Samuel Hawthorne and I have not gotten along well from his beginning in ACW, and as such, he decided to pull his weight and force me out. However, it does not start there or end with that. Hawthorne has mismanaged this company since day one, he does not understand the culture or history of ACW, he has no clue where we came from, what we accomplished, what made this organization popular. He does not remember the bloody wars waged in front of you people, he does not know how large this company used to be, he sees not upheld honor, earned respect, the true greatness that brave men and women achieved in putting their bodies on the line in this ring! He does not appreciate the years that us veterans put in here, nor does he care about putting on the best possible shows for you people, all that matters for that blasted bureaucrat is the bottom line, but I tell you this, when that is your only focus, you might just find that you have lost everything, including your last dollar!
The Senator's tone grows increasingly loud and hostile as his tirade continues.
Senator: Hawthorne can play his little games, he can try to run me out of this place in his quest for absolute control, in his desire to get rid of any of the old veterans, but I will not cede an inch until I recieve an opponent and a match! I hereby claim this ring in my own name! Hawthorne, if you want me to leave, you are going to have to do this the hard way! Give me my match or call up your incompetent security guards! I promise if you take the latter approach, I will send as many of them to the hospital as humanly possible, and that, sir, is nothing but the truth! You think you can keep me from continuing my legacy, well, you just have no clue who you are trifiling with, you are dealing with the one and only newsmaker, headline breaker, office taker, world shaker, the roughest, toughest, most intelligent son of a gun to step inside this friggin squared circle, and again I tell you, that is nothing but the truth! Now bring your worst, I am begging you, bring your worst, Hawthorne, you pencil necked, scumsucking, brainless, heartless, gutless, paperpushing, Napoleon complex afflicted, good for nothing wastrel! I can talk on like this for hours, after all, I am the master of the filibuster, am I not? I will use up the rest of your forsaken pay per view time if you attempt to wait me out! I care not for the consequences, I will take whatever...
??: Steve Phillips, you have gone on long enough.
Senator: Ah! The grand ruler has descended from his ivory tower to speak with the masses! What, pray tell has brought you out here, oh great one?
Samuel Hawthorne looks out from the entranceway, microphone in hand, and seems none too pleased with what he sees in front of him...but there also appears to be the slightest glint of a secret in his eyes.
Hawthorne: I figured you'd pull a stunt like this, Phillips. Your selfishness and ego know no bounds.
Senator: So, what is your choice? Or do you even have one, you waffling nonentity!
Hawthorne: Senator Phillips, my first choice was simply to have you ejected from this building. I would have been glad to have sent you packing, your time is over, and I don't need to take any risks. But then I had a choice encounter backstage with a certain individual. This person has been around ACW for a long, long time, and simply asked me to make a suitable match if at all possible. I could hardly give up on such an opportunity.
Senator: Great, now give me my match already!
Hawthorne: You know, there's an old saying, be careful what you wish for, you've heard of that, right? You wanted to fight at Omega Effect, you got your fans to bombard me with petitions, you'll get your match. I think this should be a good test, then, to see if you can actually survive, let alone win against...well, let's let the professional do his job, Phillip Jones!
The ACW ring announcer strides over from his ringside seat, listening to Hawthorne for a moment, and his eyes widen in surprise as he takes his instructions.
Phillip: Announcing now...HAILING FROM OKINAWA JAPAN! She is an individual who needs no introduction, her accomplishments are legendary, let me introduce to you, the most dominant former ACW Heavyweight Champion in history, and one half of the most doiminant ACW Tag Team Champions of all time, she is the one, the only, ahem, the yellow nightmare, YOKO SAAAAAATOOOOOSSHIIIIIIIII!
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 17:03:34 GMT -5
Match: Senator Steve Phillips vs. Yoko Satoshi (Credit: Senator, Yoko)
The lights grow dim throughout the arena, save for one sole spotlight on the entranceway. The crowd is as muted as the lights as to a person, they intently stare out towards the entrance, watching as a lone figure steps out, seemingly wearing golden armor and wielding a battleaxe. As the diminutive individual fully walks into the light, all can tell that Yoko Satoshi is merely wearing her multiple custom title belts over her traditional schoolgirl outfit, and carries her fabled croquet mallet.
Steve Phillips drops his microphone and cracks his knuckles in the ring, a combination of shock and delight on his face. Across the arena, Samuel Hawthorne mostly contains a sense of smugness as he watches Satoshi's slow walk down to the ring.
The Chairman looks down to the ring, and again waves Phillip over. After a few more words, Phillip addresses the audience.
Phillip: I have just been informed that this match will be...a Yokoweight Title Bout! This match can only be won by pinfall or a verbal submission, falls will count anywhere, there will be no disqualifications, no rope breaks, no time limit, and if a competitor passes out from a hold, the match will resume at the referee's digression!
Yoko unstraps her titles, and hands them and the mallet to a ringside official before demurely sliding into the ring. Phillips does not deviate with his intense glare, not even when referee Raymond Allen Fleming steps between him and his opponent.
Maxwell McNally: This is a most welcome surprise if I do say so myself! Senator Steve Phillips just pushed his way into what looks to be a historic clash between two of ACW's most decorated former champions! Love or hate Samuel Hawthorne, this is the sort of surprise that anyone can appreciate.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: What, to watch two old wrestlers match up against each other with no buildup? Hey, Maxie, don't tell Yoko I said that...
McNally: Sarcasm aside, you have to be thrilled, Eddie.
Edison: Oh yeah, I am! This is going to be a nasty match up, Old Man Phillips and his technical style against Yoko's psychotic violence and agility! And no disqualifications, you have the guy who's probably absorbed more damage than a punching bag against one of the most brutal fighters in ACW history! Gotta love it! Who knows what Yoko will pull out of her endless bag of tricks? She never, ever, ever fails to surprise her opponents, and the crowd, and me with her endless capacity of creative destruction!
McNally: Steve Phillips has revitalized himself as of late, having healed his injuries over a year's break, and has cross trained extensively at the American Top Team mixed martial arts training camp. I would not underestimate him in this bout. Phillips is extremely durable, has perhaps the most polished striking game of anyone on ACW's current roster, and has always been a master technician on the mat. On the other hand Yoko Satoshi, in addition to the strengths you mentioned, is incredibly tough for her deceptive frame, has complete mastery over her biomechanics, and is tremendously underrated in her in-ring instinctual ability to counter and turn dire situations into her advantage. Phillips probably has a nearly complete grasp on every style of fighting that he's ever encountered, but Yoko can adapt to any opponent with such ease that one wonders if she can read minds. Both have held multiple titles and set records with them, Phillips with the now-defunct International Title, Satoshi with the Heavyweight and Tag Team, not to mention her immense undefeated streak.
**BELL RINGS**
Yoko nods her head for the slightest of moments as the match begins, a gesture mirrored by her opponent. Both wrestlers slowly circle around the ring, well aware of the damage their opponent can inflict, but that does not last long, with the two entering into a brief tieup. Yoko slips out with a slick move, sending Phillips flying overhead with an armdrag in the same motion. The Senator rolls to his feet off the move, and swings with a mighty Washington Lariat that whiffs badly, but as Yoko turns around, Phillips spins around and catches her with a spin side kick to the midsection. Before the politician can take advantage, Yoko rolls forward, catching her opponent with a drop toe hold, and jumps over his back with a big leg drop to the neck. The Flower of Carnage picks her opponent up as fast as possible, going from a front facelock into a rear waistlock, and from there shoving the Senator into the ropes, catching him in the back with a front dropkick to drape him over the middle. Demonstrating her superior agility and continuing the offensive momentum, Yoko leaps onto the top rope, flipping off with a somersault senton to the back of the Senator's neck!
McNally: Yoko's diminutive size can sometimes be an advantage, allowing her to pull off amazing moves like the one we just saw.
Phillips rolls off the ropes, clutching his neck. Outside the ring, Yoko lands on her feet, and briefly looks under the ring, finding a kendo stick in the process.
Edison: I do love no DQ matches, yes, I do!
Yoko pulls herself up onto the apron...just in time for a recovered Senator to meet her there with a middle kick landing through the ropes. The kendo stick falls to the outside and the Senator mercilessly pulls his opponent over the top rope, landing a series of elbows to the back of the skull and leaving Satoshi hanging over the top. Without turning around, Phillips walks back to the far turnbuckle before running forward, leaping up with a knee right to the face!
Edison: The AIG Knee! What a shot! You could hear that one across the arena, across the city, across the universe!
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 17:05:11 GMT -5
Yoko tumbles to the outside, and the Senator follows, rolling his opponent with a half nelson and going for a cover on the floor. Fleming takes but a second longer to make the count...
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McNally: As powerful as that move is, I don't think anyone seriously thought that it would have put Yoko Satoshi away at this point, not even Phillips himself, but you can't pass up on a chance like that for a potentially fluke win.
The Senator, heartened by his sudden reversal in the battle, keeps Yoko down, throwing a quick kick to the ribs, another to the head, and finishes with a leaping Bruiser Brody style King Kong knee drop to the skull. Looking down to his fallen foe, the former leader of the Senatorial Stable simply leans up against the ring apron, waiting for her to reach her feet again. Eventually, Satoshi pulls herself up along the guard barrier, careful not to leave herself open in the process. The Senator rolls back into the ring, and Yoko follows shortly after, as her opponent gives her enough space to do so.
McNally: Although Senator Phillips certainly considers himself a gentleman, I believe his real intentions there were to keep the action confined within the ring.
Phillips gestures for Yoko to meet him in the middle of the ring, and as soon as she does, he attempts to greet her with a swinging elbow, which the Okinawan native ducks, countering in one motion with an uppercut palm strike to the jaw. Having stunned her foe, Yoko connects with a short range dropkick to the midsection, rolling back, and jumping onto the back of her doubled-over opponent. Before Phillips can react, Satoshi springs off his back, bringing her knees up to her chin before stomping straight down on top of his head, driving the Senator face first into the mat with a wicked double stomp.
Edison: I don't think I've ever seen that one before!
Yoko again rolls to her feet, and stalks her foe with a raised fist, bouncing up and down in an emulated boxing stance, waiting for the Senator to stand up. As soon as Phillips is up, Satoshi lunges forward with a frightful Violet Urges haymaker, connecting flush with the intended KO punch upon her opponent's jaw. Amazingly enough, though, the Senator merely rolls with the punch, and wipes a thin line of blood off his smirking lip, seemingly hardly affected by the kill shot! The Senator blitzes his foe with a series of knife edge chops, knocking Yoko into the corner, all the better to continue the chops, alternating with elbows on the backswing. The strikes leave Yoko slumped into the corner, allowing Phillips to step back and dash forward with a low angle knee to the face.
McNally: I think we're seeing the Senator's strategy play out, wearing Yoko down with repeated high impact strikes.
Yoko rolls back under the ropes to avoid another knee, and with an unexpected burst of speed, pulls herself up with the top rope, slingshotting into the ring with a hurricanrana...or it would have been if Phillips didn't catch her in mid air, hooking one leg over his shoulder. The Senator squats deep, before exploding upwards, turning around and slamming her down with a ferocious spiral Capture Bomb, folding over on impact for the pin...
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Phillips shows no sign of frustration as he lifts his opponent back to her feet following the unsuccessful pinfall attempt. This time, he throws an arm over his shoulder, dropping back with a nasty backdrop suplex. Floating back over, the Senator hits a second backdrop, and floats over yet again, this time connecting with a low angle German Suplex. Again, Phillips proceeds with his suplex series, hitting another German, lifting Yoko back up to her feet, and finally finishing with his full nelson leaping bulldog, the Liberalizer, rolling Yoko into a pin...
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Edison: That's a bad sign for the old man! He just made Yokoberg mad!
Phillips pulls his guard up as Yoko rushes forward, throwing a madcap array of strikes, backing her opponent down against the ropes, and unleashing a stomping fury that batters the Senator's ribs. Yoko's ice cold expression disguises the intensity of her repeated stomps, throwing one after another. The Senator finally halts the attacks by catching a foot, going for a low angle dragon screw, but Yoko is undeterred, using her other leg to kick him in the head. Phillips rolls to the outside, keeping a low profile, presumably to avoid a diving attack from his opponent. Wary of the Senator's legendary tactical prowess, Yoko slides to the outside, never turning her back or losing sight of her foe.
McNally: Smart move by Yoko, who cannot concede the momentum, she's built it up far too well at this point.
Steve Phillips takes note of the situation, and dashes forward with a Washington Lariat, regardless. Yoko rolls out of the way, as the Senator swings away in an exaggerated manner, only to spin around with a back side kick. Yoko catches this kick, spinning the Senator around in a full circle, as she also spins around, throwing a turning crescent kick that lands right on her opponent's chest. Phillips catches the leg right after impact, but this time, Yoko uses the impact to post off and land into a headscissors takeover. Instead of allowing the takeover to land uncontested, the Senator attempts to grab onto Yoko's ankles and slam her face first into the ring apron. The pancake is thwarted even so, when Satoshi grabs onto the bottom rope, and does a turn in midair, switching into a hurricanrana. Again, though, Phillips uses his superior size to hold on, and leaves Yoko hanging with her hair draping down onto the crash mat. Yoko posts up, pushing off Phillips's knees, and backflips to her feet, right in time for the Washington Lariat to finally connect!
Edison: Laaariaaaatooooooo! Yeah...couldn't help it, but yeah, what a series of counters!
The Senator goes for the cover...
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 17:06:41 GMT -5
...Yoko Satoshi kicks out! The lariat doesn't seem to keep her down for too long, however, as she stands up simultaneously with Phillips. Both competitors throw a middle kick, landing with seemingly equal force, both staggering in opposite directions. Yoko, having ended up against the ring apron, reaches under, and emerges quite pleased. As he lands against the guard barrier, the Senator notices the change in the tide of battle, for Yoko stands up with a massive wrench in her hands.
McNally: Don't count the Senator out just yet, even if Yoko is perhaps the most dangerous individual in ACW history with a weapon in her hands.
Phillips wipes a thumb across his mouth before striking a rather Bruce Lee-esque stance, gesturing for Yoko to "bring it."
Edison: He's lost it! Yeah, he's lost it!
The Flower of Carnage barely changes the expression on her face as she slowly stalks her opponent, taking the Jason Voorhees to Phillips's Lee. The almost hypnotic pace seems to entrance all those observing, all, save for the target himself. In a severe contrast with her walking speed, Yoko swings the wrench with a lightning swing, leaving a deep imprint where the Senator was standing against the barrier. Another swing misses by mere millimeters, and a third clangs recklessly against the turnbuckle post. Phillips takes that opportunity to knock the wrench out of his opponent's hands by means of a chopping double axe handle smash, but this only leaves him open as Yoko hooks both arms, landing the Mark of the Rose!
McNally: That move finished Steve Phillips in his very first appearence in ACW proper, and Yoko is just as effective with it as Alexandra Kaesar was in her era.
Yoko, amazingly enough, does not go for a pin. Instead, she drags the Senator over to the steel steps, draping him over the top step, face up. Again, Satoshi goes under the ring, this time to pick out a heavy chain. Yoko swings her weapon around in a giant arc, yet is the very picture of grace as she spins around , that is, right before she leaps up and swings downward with all her might, heaving the chain right across the Senator's ribcage.
Edison: Yeouch! That left a mark!
As one might think, Yoko is hardly done there, and wraps the chain under her opponent's shoulders, before hooking the chain around the turnbuckle post. After a few kicks for good measure, the trip under the apron is made yet again, and this time results in a mop. The mop head is immediately detached, and Satoshi turns around, striking the damaged ribs once, twice, three times, before the makeshift staff splits in two. Yoko spins the broken part around in her hands, and goes for the damaged midsection with another attack, but this time, Steve Phillips shoots up, catching her in a completely unexpected triangle choke!
McNally: The Senator has never been one for weapons usage, but has studied many methods of countering them over the years.
Yoko tries to fight out, only for Phillips to throw her arm across her throat, and pulling her head down over the crossing arm. Despite having his shoulders trapped, the choke remains effective, bending Satoshi's neck back at an awkward angle, and cutting off the blood supply to the brain. As the pressure increases, the submission threatens to make the Japanese Prodigy pass out, even with the more than awkward position the Senator applies it from. Yoko strains in vain to back away, and it seems that the Senator will indeed force her into unconsciousness, but the Senator quickly realizes that such a deed would not end the match, only to force a lengthy restart process, and as his own shoulders are as strained as Yoko's neck, he lets go of the triangle. Phillips pulls himself up, just enough to get the leverage to undo the chain, and is free at last, albeit, nearly doubled over from the punishment his torso endured.
Edison: The rest of this match is going to be tough going for the old man, he received a horrendous amount of damage to his ribcage and shoulders, although he did buy himself some time, you can't just walk off attacks like that, not to the body, that eats at your endurance and chomps away at your will to fight!
McNally: I don't think we'll have to worry one bit about either Yoko or Senator being willing to continue...
Neither Phillips nor Yoko are in any shape to jump to the action just at the moment, though, and take a second to recover. The two veterans don't take much more than that, knowing what's at stake, and without hesitation, leap into the fray, the Senator connecting with a vicious elbow to the head, following up with another one.
McNally: The Senator won the Omega Effect V main event with his powerful elbow smashes, this could be very, very bad for Yoko...
One might think that Yoko would have been flattened by the devastating strikes, but they would not know Ms. Satoshi, and indeed, Yoko fires back with her own elbow smashes, striking out at double speed, staggering the Senator in the process! A leaping strike sends the Senator into the apron, and he rolls into the ring, beating a rapid retreat. Yoko follows right behind, but as she gets up to her hands and knees, Phillips catches her in the side of the head with a sliding Partisan Kick! The Senator starts to pin Yoko, but thinks for a moment, adjusting his positioning, and places his feet on the ropes...
McNally: That IS legal in a Yokoweight Title match.
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Edison: Nobody can accuse that short little chick of lacking durability! That move put Torak down for the count in a Fallen Heroes match one time!
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 17:07:45 GMT -5
The Senator pulls Yoko closer to the middle of the ring, kicking the ribs for good measure before pulling her up into a rear facelock, lifting his opponent straight into the air, going for a Victory Driver I. Unfortunately for Steve Phillips, Yoko is able to flip backwards in the air, landing right into a rear facelock of her own, locking in a dragon sleeper for the briefest of moments before being snapmared over into a seated position. The Senator takes full advantage of this situation, lashing out with a horrendous soccer kick to the spine, and another to the back of the head.
McNally: The longer this match goes, the more I grow concerned for the health of these fighters, neither of them has an ounce of quit in them, and are seemingly pushing the bar for aggression that much higher every few minutes.
Edison: Hey Maxie, this is the fight game! This is what they do! Don't be so down, just soak it in and enjoy!
The Senator takes another big shot at a prone Yoko, landing a big kick to her head, before rolling her over into a pin...
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Edison: FLYING GUILLOTINE CRUSHER! WHAT A MOVE!
Phillips rolls around on the mat, clutching his throat. Yoko finally rolls the Senator over, confidently going for the pin on her decimated opponent...
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...The Senator somehow, someway kicks out!
McNally: This is what makes Omega Effect special, and cringeworthy at the same time, two of the all time best going all out in a savage struggle, with a level of tenacity you'll never see anywhere else.
Yoko grabs the mallet again, and this time seems prepared to swing it right at her opponent's head...but out of nowhere, Anthony Kalb grabs the weapon just as Kevin Fitsharris dives straight for the knees.
Edison: Oh great, the Capitalists just jumped the barrier, business has officially picked up!
Before Yoko can react, Fitsharris roughly lifts her up, and whips her into Kalb, who executes the Best Drop Toe Hold in the Business, sending the Flower of Carnage face first into the bottom rope. Yoko bounces off, evading a Fitsharris leg drop, and stands up, parrying Kalb's big right hand, countering with a straight punch to his throat. Fitsharris turns Satoshi around for a punch of his own, only to meet with a quick double hand thrust to his own windpipe. Kalb stumbles forward into a mule kick to the left knee, and a second one to the groin. The former Junior Title holder drops to his knees, just as Fitsharris heaves Yoko's mallet, aiming it with deadly intentions, only to receive a...
Edison: RIN KICK!!! RIN KICK!!! Sarin Rossi is here!
Sarin, who seemingly appeared from nowhere, wipes out Fitsharris with a beautifully executed spinning kick to the face, and the two then combine to hit the Rinko Kick on an already stunned Anthony Kalb. Sarin turns back to approach Senator Phillips when a familiar figure runs into the ring, and stands in the path of Flower Power, a foolhardy move for anyone, including...
Edison: "Textbook" Tim Dwight, what's our former trainer doing here?
Dwight shrugs his shoulders, and waves briefly towards his wife and kids in the audience before executing a perfect backswitch into a powerful, yet somewhat gentle waistlock takedown on Sarin. Yoko looks on and almost takes action, but a brief look from Sarin results only in a slight smile from the Flower of Carnage.
McNally: A signal of some sort, I'm guessing, those two are amazingly adapt at communicating wtihout saying much.
Indeed, Sarin seems to be fine, well enough to roll out from the former NCAA standout wrestler's grasp and to take him, and herself out of the ring with a cactusline!
Yoko watches the two tumble over the top, and goes back to the Senator, but the distraction has allowed him to regain his scattered senses and land a big hook kick to the jaw. The politician then hooks Yoko's own arm across her throat in a standing stranglehold, stepping to the side and marshaling all his remaining strength to execute a horrific slam, specifically, a Cobra clutch neckspike Filibuster uranage, ragdolling his opponent straight on her head with a thunderous impact! Phillips barely is able to turn Yoko over, but with sheer willpower, he manages to accomplish the feat, collapsing into the pin...
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 17:11:19 GMT -5
...YOKO KICKS OUT!
Edison: What? How does ANYONE kick out of that, tell me Maxie, how does anyone even LIVE after that? I mean, he just annihilated Yoko with that move, he nearly snapped her neck, oh the humanity, what would drive a...
McNally: Calm down and catch your breath!
The Senator has at last lost his patience, and as soon as he regains his wind, he slaps the mat with both hands, pulling Yoko up to her feet, and driving his knees into her stomach before pulling her over into a backslide...
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Outside of the ring, Tim Dwight and Sarin Rossi actually shake hands, seeing no reason to fight each other, and the former rejoins his family in the crowd, sporting a black eye while the latter starts the curious process of stacking tables next to the ring, on the announcer's table's side. Back in the ring, Yoko and the Senator trade strikes, Yoko leashing out with kicks while the Senator throws weary knife edge chops, neither able to inflict to much damage at this point in time.
McNally: Fatigue and accumulated damage has taken its toll, now it's just a question of who can muster enough energy to deal a decisive blow.
The Senator tries to scoop Yoko up into a Victory Driver II, but instead ends up stumbling towards the ropes as Satoshi floats over and shoves him in that direction. Phillips bounces off, just as Yoko pulls off an old classic, the O'Connor Roll, or the Rolling Prawn Hold, if you will...
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Yoko does not lose a beat from there, taking her foe under both arms, climbing up to the top rope, pulling the Senator alongside, and with a bit of forceful coercion, manages to put him onto the top table. Phillips shakes his head for a moment, trying to regain his senses, but in vain, as his opponent leaps up, catching him in the throat with an outstretched leg, and the two take a breathtaking plummet off the tables straight down through the air...right through the announcers' table...and land with a terrible sound as they strike the ground.
Edison: THAT....WAS....DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! TOTAL YOKOAPALYSE!!!!!!!
McNally: A YKO off the top of three stacked tables, straight through our OWN table, driving Phillips neck first into the ground, yes, I can agree, that was indeed dangerous, Eddie!
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Phillip Jones: Your winner, and STILL YOKOWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE YEELLOOOWWW NIIIIGHTMAAAAREE, YOOOOKOOO SAAAAATOOOSSHIIIIIIII!
Neither competitor is much in the shape to react as Phillip announces the winner. Raymond Allen Fleming does not rush Yoko Satoshi as Sarin tends to her on the outside.
McNally: That was proof positive that both Senator Phillips, and especially, Yoko Satoshi still have what it takes to compete at a high level in ACW. In fact, if the two had been fighting under active contracts, I might even suggest that this could have been a #1 contender's bout.
Edison: How can you remain so calm! We just watched a total war in this place! Who would have thought a year ago we'd see Phillips and Yoko Satoshi put on a bout of this quality? Not me, that's for sure!
Before long, Yoko makes her way to her feet, crawling into the ring to have her hand raised in victory. RAF does just so, and also hands Yoko her Yokoweight Title, her custom title belt, her half of the tag titles and the long-defunct Diva's title. On the outside, a grumbling Dr. Trace Gibson makes his way over alongside several medics carrying an aid kit and a gurney, looking to properly stabilize Senator Phillips. Although he had not moved from the spot of his defeat to this point, the Senator is revived with an ammonia tablet, and immediately shrugs off the medics, merely swiping a butterfly bandage from Gibson and slapping it on his bloody forehead.
McNally: Oh, for goodness sake, can the Senator ever just let the medics do their job?
The answer to the announcer's question is a decisive "no," as Phillips stumbles forward, hardly aware of his surroundings, but yet walking towards the back as the audience cheers. The politician stumbles badly a few times, and seems on the verge of passing out when an unexpected, yet completely logical individual provides support. The Senator turns his head, finding his weight to be supported by Yoko herself.
Yoko: What, you didn't expect me to let you drool on the ground there, did you?
The Senator: Urrgh...I suppose...not.
The two make their way up the entranceway to a standing ovation from an appreciative crowd. When they reach the top, Yoko gives her opponent a big hug, ironically causing a great deal of pain to the Senator's damaged ribcage, and Phillips breaks the hug before he slips into unconsciousness again. Although Yoko seems a bit annoyed by the action, the Senator immediately recovers by graciously holding his victorious opponent's arm in the air, a show of appreciation that is surely mirrored by everyone in attendance and all those in the locker room as well.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 17:14:54 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: The Celestial Hierarchy: Level 1 - Angels
"Then I looked and heard the voices of angels around the throne and the living creatures and the elders, and the number of them was myriads, and thousands and thousands." - Revelation 5:11
The final chapter of the Bible is regarded as perhaps the most prophetic of all. Describing the idea of the afterlife, the simplistic statement of chapter five, book eleven begins the herding process begins immediately at the entrance of life into the world as we know it. As soon as we are born, we are thrust into a pre-existing realm of forced theological devotion; our personal curiosities and desires completely thrust aside in favor of a more established and presumed more legitimate way of thinking. Throughout the lifespan of a human soul the process continues and is nurtured into full blown fanaticism, a fanaticism that yields clearance for entry into eternal damnation and destruction, for that which is assumed to be the light of heaven is in reality a beacon of light shining from the greed-infested eyes of false prophets and nonexistent deities.
We are taught of the difference between right and wrong without once getting the chance to make that judgment for ourselves. We are told that the righteous shall reap benefits while the evil shall suffer from severe consequences. We are told that we are supposed to side with the forces of good, even if that alignment contradicts are true spiritual philosophies. Where is the true choice for the human soul? How is one supposed to make his own moralistic judgments when he does not have the freedom to think for himself? As soon as human beings enter this world they are immediately chained under the scrutinizing irons of a society completely infatuated with the paradoxical statements of true human goodness and the ability of a forsaken soul to be forgiven and entered into a euphoric dimension of eternal paradise.
Yet what the brainwashed leaders who horde the masses like lost sheep to a flock fail to reveal is the lying and corruption that infects what would normally be defined as modern religious faith. They fail to cite the inhumane and ruthless persecution of any who would dare disagree with their own personal philosophies. They fail to cite the inherent evil that comes with an establishment based largely upon the idea of selective membership. They fail to cite the simple fact that their supposed god exists merely on assumption of his presence, with no legitimate proof of his existence present at any point in time. They speak of how the human race is driven from Eden, one of the few truths they speak, yet also decline to reveal the methods for resurrecting that same paradise and making eternal euphoria an available option once more.
It is here that the first lies are pulled from the interfusion of promises given by the so-called spiritual leaders of this world. It is here that the smokescreen is pulled away and the harsh mistress of reality shines her radiant light down upon them. It is here that collars guiding the pets loosen and the masters slowly begin losing their precious control on the world. Once the lies are exposed, the resistance builds slowly as the masses realize that they covet false idols and slowly seek out the true higher power that can set them down the path of eternal righteousness. The spiritual leaders fear this more than anything, thus they quickly try to plug the gaping holes in their system of control. Their lies caught in blood, they hastily make more and more lies in a vain effort to cover their own tracks, and it is here that they mistakenly make the statement that triggers their own personal apocalypse…
With the truth coming near to being revealed, it is now that the false prophets make their most costly mistake. In a vain attempt to reestablish their own legitimacy, they turn to iconography to stimulate the natural human instinct admiring the beauty of the physical form. As a result, they attach names and titles to the entities that exist in order to maintain their precious control. They make mention of the guardian angels of heaven and how each and every human soul has their own personal protector. Coming in a variety of forms, though mostly humans, these celestial beings are innumerable, existing all over the world for the sole intention of protecting their masters. Never sleeping and always watching, the angels of this world hunger for the chance to rescue their masters and make grander their standing in the eyes of the illegitimate messiah.
But what it not revealed is the inherent weaknesses that exist in these mindless robots that serve a false god. Since they are nothing more than sheep, they are incapable of functioning properly without their beloved leader to guide them. Knowing this, the tyrant’s enemies shall always attack the masses first. For with every tyrant, the quickest way to ensure their destruction is to destroy that which they tyrannize. This rule applies to all false beings of power, thus is naturally applies to the entities known as angels as well. If the very things angels exist to protect are destroyed then they are directionless and unfocused, leaving them susceptible to the gleaming blade of justice is to be held by the only one to serve the true master, the true spiritual leader that is to resurrect a previously forsaken utopia.
As I stand proud and ready to destroy those that would demean my father's name, I ready myself to face the first of the damned souls. The battle is to be long and arduous, yet I have been blessed with a nearly endless amount of time. This battle is to be fought in the spirit realm, where my essence shall manifest for eternity thanks to the radiant light of the lord. The nine orders of angelology, the nine levels I must fight my way past if I am to slay the false deity that commands the respect of the common people. In the name of my father I shall triumph and make known his glorious name. As the blade of justice destroys the angels, so forth does the guard of the false lord decrease. Blessed be the name of the Higher One, he who shall soon reign supreme from the throne of Eden!
Immediately the young one's eyes snap open and he instantly falls to one knee, gasping for breath. His eyes are widened from the stress of meditation, which has obviously reached an intensity level that has not been seen up until this point. Slowly, the breathing subsides and the spiritual warrior apparently reclaims his bearings. However, this does not change the fact that he has previously been under strong levels of physical stress. With sweat dripping from his brow, the dark spirit rests one arm on his knee while placing his other palm on the floor, finding a slight cushion in the soft leather of the black leather fighting gloves protecting his hands. The black trench coat and muscle shirt gone, the young man stands shirtless in the central aisle, gasping for breath through the mental fatigue induced through his intense meditation.
The dark one's breathing continues on rhythmically as the echo can be heard thanks to his surroundings. The young one resides in a large and grand cathedral, decorated with numerous rows of pews and large stained glass windows with depictions of the Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ. Small confession booths rest along the east wall while the west side houses a variety of stands displaying the normal items associated with religious houses of worship such as rosary beads and small crucifixes. With a large and elevated pulpit situated in the center of the circular cathedral, it is obvious that the building this psychotic entity currently resides in can house hundreds of people for the intended purpose of worshipping the very idol the young one standing in the house intends to destroy.
The dark soul known as The Scorpion continues the heavy breathing until he finally is able to catch his breath. Slowly he resuscitates himself and the shock leaves his face as his eyes slowly shrink back to normal from their previously widened state. Once he is back to normal, the dark one quickly falls into a seated position and rests his back against the side of one of the pews. Resembling one without a home sitting against a building on the streets, the symbolism is all too clear. The Scorpion rests now clearly within the den of inequity, outside of the precious isolation that he has come to know as home. In this world he is homeless, for he cannot find another who would share his obedience and loyalty to the true Supreme Being. With this done, The Scorpion leans his head back against the pew, closes both eyes, and speaks aloud to his lord and savior.
The Scorpion: "The time approaches with rapid speed my lord. So hastily the time for the battle comes marching toward my being. As I begin on my quest to fulfill your ultimate mission I am inhibited by those who hold loyalty to the false messiah. Nine orders my lord. Nine orders of heretics who exist only to prevent your rightful taking of the resurrected Eden as your holy palace. The first of those heretics stands before me even now my lord. The so-called guardian angels who exist solely to protect the mindless sheep now attempt to perform their mandated tasks. All the mindless drones of this world my father, existing only to serve their role to the Grand Design. The heretic angels would dare attempt to interfere with their purpose and thus are destined for ultimate destruction at the hands of the holy messenger. As the first of the protectors of the illegitimate messiah fall before my hand, the mindless pagans still attempt to defy your will independently my dear savior. The people believe that a hero will save them my lord; they believe that a legend shall arise from their blood. The term legend, a term so readily abused by the common man who would apply it to an individual capable of success on a mortal level. A true legend however, would be one who could achieve absolute power over all living beings in existence. It is this fact that makes you a legend my father, it is this fact that makes you lord of all creation. Anyone standing against me will experience a rude awakening, as I shall destroy their very soul in your holy name. In this a deeper meaning lies as well, as once my enemies are gone, their supposed angels shall have no further purpose to serve and thus shall be destroyed as well, beginning the chain reaction that will culminate in the conquering of the ninth order and the beginning of the gradual decline into anarchy the realm of fake spirits shall soon experience. The angels shall align to battle us my lord, but with my guidance from your heavenly light, I shall lead the light brigade into battle and decimate their forces. With your guidance Higher One, I shall triumph and begin the march to slay a false god…"
With his message to the lord completed, The Scorpion slowly rises to his feet and gazes about his surroundings with unwavering calm and serenity. Although his location would seemingly provide him comfort thanks to his religious nature, in actuality it is a source of complete rage that slowly builds within his being. While his faith is among the strongest in human history, the way that general society has corrupted faith into something completely different than total adherence to the way of the true lord has driven him to the brink of psychosis and back. As such, he gazes not a beloved homeland, but rather a hated enemy camp that must be destroyed. His pale eyes slowly move form side to side, surveying the scenery that surround him, analyzing the very location built specifically for the mass gathering of souls out to demean true faith.
The eyes stop once they lock onto the pulpit, it being the apparent target of the darting ocular organs. Quickly he marches forward toward the circular platform, decorated with the trademark candles and sacrament, as well as the characteristic seat for the priest to be seated upon. The platform is elevated slightly so that there is no chance that anyone seated in the pews might be unable to see. Truly, the one who occupies the location commands the respect and attention of all the masses seated below. Once there, The Scorpion quickly surveys the surroundings again and finds what he was looking for, that being a Bible tucked away under a nearby alcove. With the book in hand, the young religious zealot slowly sits down in the priest's chair and begins to flip through the pages of the book.
Seemingly becoming the symbolic embodiment of a devout and practicing priest, The Scorpion quickly turns to the book of Revelation and immediately proceeds to chapter five. Once there, he quickly reads verse eleven, the same verse directed to him by the Higher One. The speed of this action is frightening, as his intellect affords him the ability to read at a near inhuman speed. In seemingly less than a second he has completed his task and already is allowing the mechanical perfection manifested within his mind to go to work. Over and over he reads the words printed on the page, almost as if trying to deduce if there is an additional subliminal message written in the words that at first glance would appear to be mere propaganda from a society refusing to accept its inevitable destruction.
However, it looks as if he is unable to find what he seeks, as The Scorpion immediately throws the Bible down to the floor and gets off the chair onto his knees. A familiar position of deference and obedience to a greater being, it is bizarre to see such a proud and noble fighter willingly submit himself to another entity. However, what his enemies would not realize is that this is the very reason for his seemingly endless determination and power. Since he has realized that he is greater than man but still inferior to the gods, he has been afforded the wisdom needed to perform the divine will. As such, he is dropping to his knees in order to receive his most recent set of instructions. Once there, he enters the trademark position of prayer and silently calls out to his lord, obviously requesting some type of guidance as to what he should do next to please his father.
He apparently receives the instruction he desires as he quickly rises once again and walks forward to the first pew in the row nearest to the pulpit. Paying no attention to any other part of the cathedral, his cold eyes appear locked solely on an object that rests upon the soft material encompassing the seat of the pew. Once there, it becomes clear that on the pew rests a large and gleaming sword, a seemingly common sight for The Scorpion in recent times. The Scorpion quickly picks up the blade, looking to be a katana of some sort, and goes toward the large stained glass window in the back of the cathedral. Once there, he uses the sword to make a small mark in the wall below the glass about an inch long. With this done, the black soul drops the sword to the ground and looks to the heavens to speak with his god once more.
The Scorpion: "I have done as you have instructed Holy Father. With this blade, my symbol for the fiery blade of justice that shall smite all sinners, I shall make note of my advances against the heretics for all to follow. For each order that falls before your holy will I shall make note in this stone to record the progress. An appropriate place I must say, as it is directly under a depiction of the supposed son of the very false god I seek to destroy. I shall make note of this location, for it is the very place I shall make known the defeats of the heretics who would shun the true god of all creation and instead embrace a false messiah who rules only by hiding behind the smokescreen of lies concocted by the rulers of modern society. From an earthly standpoint, the culmination of my battle against the nine orders of angelology shall culminate in my ascertaining of an earthly symbol of power known as a title belt. Regardless of the symbol of victory I ascertain, the outcome of my campaign against the heretics shall not falter, as the first of nine orders shall fall bloodied and beaten at the feet of the leader of the holy light brigade of the one true god. As I eliminate each of them one by one, the human beings of this world shall lose their immediate protection and thus turn to the Higher One for the security they so desperately desire. With this fact in place, my enemies shall face unimaginable tortures at the hands of god's holy light. Once this is done, each and every follower of the first order shall face the same fate as I continue to march toward the false god with my sword thirsting for his blood."
With the message complete, The Scorpion casually picks up the sword once more and proceeds back to the pulpit at the center of the cathedral. He sits the sword down on the seat of the chair and quickly picks up the Bible once again before walking over to a front pew and sitting down. In this he has seemingly diverted his symbolism from the congregation leader to the average congregation member. He has now become the physical representation of the very lambs he has been ordered to slaughter. It is often said that in battle one must know his enemy; therefore The Scorpion must suppress his spiritual purity so that he may feel as his adversaries feel. He opens the book up and once again quickly turns to the Book of Revelation, chapter five, verse eleven. He reads the passage just one last time before quickly looking upwards and giving a slight nod of the head, almost as if acknowledging the instructions he has been given.
Once this acknowledgement has been given, the cold and calculating machine known as The Scorpion performs a bizarre action as he rips the page containing the verse out of the Bible and throws the book to the side. With the single page in hand, The Scorpion gets up and goes back over to the pulpit. Once there, he quickly reclaims the sword on the chair and walks toward the confessional booth on the side of the cathedral and enters the one on the right with both the page and the sword. With this done, The Scorpion sits both items down and once again speaks aloud to his lord, almost as if the is the priest in the booth beside him and he is nothing more than an average churchgoer seeking to confess his sins.
The Scorpion: "It begins now my lord. With the confrontation with the first order forthcoming, also forthcoming is the beginning of the end for the nine orders that would dare align with a false god. As I begin my march toward Eden I shall destroy every angel I come across, relishing in the satisfaction I will feel as each falls at my feet and their blood flows in a river of blood to purify the sin-infested land we call Mother Earth. Bless me father, for I have pledged to eliminate sin from this realm. In your name dear Higher One, I shall smite all who would dare defy your will. As the revolution against the false god begins, I stand ready and prepared to deliver your holy light of judgment upon the sinners of this land. As I shine with seraphic radiance granted to me by your great aura I become an immortal being incapable of feeling the stinging pain of defeat. So soon the first order shall fall in defeat, granting me even more power to challenge the next order in the chain. Nine orders. Nine battles. Nine victories. All in your holy name my lord. Once this war ends and you are in place as ultimate ruler of all existing beings, I shall rest and rule alongside you. Until then however, I shall battle tirelessly to make sure your glory is guaranteed in the eyes of the modern infidel. The infidels are born into a pre-existing philosophy, which is not their fault, but they also fail to independently see the error of their ways and embrace your holy light my lord. With this fact in place, the common mortals are guilty I am ready for the battles and guided by your holy light. Under your protection I am unstoppable my lord. Eden shall be ours once again!"
With his passionate plea to the lord completed, The Scorpion quickly reclaims the page and sword before he calmly walks out of the confessional booth and returns to the pulpit in the center. Once there, he quickly takes the page from the Bible and lays it on the wooden surface of the pulpit. With this done, he takes the sword and jams it down through the paper! With the sword impaling the paper and sticking out of the wood, the young warrior merely looks at the hilt of the sword and then calmly gazes at the stained glass windows. Almost as if in a trance, The Scorpion calmly closes his eyes and utters one simple phrase…
The Scorpion: “One down, eight to go…”
With his message completed, The Scorpion calmly turns around and walks out of the double doors of the cathedral, continuing on in his quest to destroy the followers of a pagan god…
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 17:18:21 GMT -5
The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong“Dead Wrong" begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, in a long boxing style robe with Senator coming out behind him, his signature cane aiding his gate, and standing at his side as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp. Head down covered by the hood, Chris makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands, throwing his arms outwards as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the ring, fully focused as Senator whispers a few last minute words of advice in his ear. Reaching the bottom. Chris climbs into the ring between the second and third ropes and immediately goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, no gesturing or taunting, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. Finally he drops the hood as Senator ducks in to the ring from his corner, patting Chris on the shoulder. Chris will then wait for the bell at which point he takes off the robe as well as the long chain. He then gives the rope a few quick tugs, does a few arm circles and cracks his neck once all before engaging his opponent. The crowd finally stop booing as they wait in turn for their hero to arrive. A spotlight shines from the rafters towards the top of the stage as the introductory strums of “A Tout Le Monde” by Megadeth starts to play with Dave Mustaine and the rest of the band appearing on stage to a thunderous ovation to the crouwd. Don't remember where I was I realized life was a game The more seriously I took things The harder the rules became I had no idea what it'd cost My life passed before my eyes I found out how little I accomplished All my plans deniedAs the chorus finishes, from the rafters Danny Mainer sails down on a zip-cord to an EXTREME pop from the crowd as he hangs perilously high in the air. A stunt which hasn’t been repeated since Owen Hart, Mainer truly makes his entrance in fashion as he sails down a long zip-cord to the entrance ramp. So as you read this know my friends I'd love to stay with you all smile when you think of me My body's gone that's allMainer finally lands in the middle of the ramp and unfastens himself where he is surrounded by applause and cheering. He meets and greets his fans, world championship in arms as he hugs every single rampside member of the audience much to the chagrin of Phenomenal who has to wait for Mainer to conclude his entrance. A tout le monde (To all the world!) A tout mes amis (To all my friends) Je vous aime (I love you) Je dois partir (I must leave) These are the last words I'll ever speak And they'll set me freeMainer finally leaps onto the apron and pyro explodes out of all four corners sending the crowd even more into a wild frenzy as it seems like riots will break out. Danny finally climbs into the ring and gets ready for the fight of his life as Phillip Jones takes his place in the ring and A Tout Le Monde dies down. Jones: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WOOOOORLD heavyweight championship! The first person to pick up a pinfall or submission will be crowned the WORLD heavyweight champion!” McNally: “Ladies and gentlemen this is your OMEGA EFFECT MAIN EVENT! Chris Phenomenal VS Danny Mainer for the WORLD heavyweight championship is RIGHT now. Jones: Introducing first, from Harlem New York. Weighing in at 271lbs... he is The Harlem Superman, a former world heavyweight champion. The challenger CHRIS PHENOMENAAAAAAAAAL!!!!! The crowd don’t respond at all to the Fallen Heroes winner, simply booing him out of the building but he shrugs it off callously. He doesn’t need the audience. Jones: “And from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 183lbs... he is The King of Vegas, The Perfect Protagonist and your hometown hero. He is the WOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, DANNY MAIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEERRRRRRR!” Riots and mosh-pits consume the arena as they go absolutely bat-shit crazy for Danny Mainer. Finally, Raymond Allen Flemming takes to the ring and takes Danny Mainer’s world heavyweight title. He shows it to the audience, then to both men so they understand what’s at stake then signals for the bell to ring.
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 17:19:40 GMT -5
DING DING DING! Fitting it is that at here tonight Omega Effect VI the main event should start just like the first one with both men just standing sentient like. The difference between the Crucible and now however is that there is a much bigger prize and a hell of a lot more at stake. Danny Mainer and Chris Phenomenal hold so much hatred for each other and it’s taking them both some time to get their heads around the enormity of the situation. The crowd reach fever pitch was truly now we are in for nothing short of modern warfare. What is about to unfold is the final chapter in one of the most hatred-fuelled, personal feuds that Alpha Championship Wrestling has ever seen. These two men have had countless battles and now it all comes to a head. Pinfall, Submission or Countout. It doesn’t matter because when the winner stands tall there will be no second guessing, no doubts in anyone’s mind at truly who is the better man. Ladies and gentlemen, please, enjoy your main event. McNally: “Ladies and gentlemen it’s time for our main event, Chris Phenomenal against Danny Mainer for Danny Mainer’s world heavyweight title. This is the culmination of a fifteen month long rivalry... no, VENDETTA between these two. These men have been on and off at each others throats for nearly a year and a half and now as the pressure has built up we come here tonight for the climax. These two are going to take their time and this is going to be a long, gruesome battle but we WILL have a triumphant winner and champion. Don’t be fooled though, this isn’t about championship gold and it damn sure isn’t about ego, this is a matter of eye for an eye, blood for blood and neither man will rest until the other is six feet under. This ladies and gents is personal.” Edison: “This is so tense! Oh my God, I’m getting the jitters! Let’s get this underway! What’re they waiting for?” McNally: “Don’t be surprised Eddie if this takes quite a while to start. The hatred festering in the veins of both these angry young men is at many thousands of degrees over boiling point. This maybe one of the slowest, most psychological matches we’ve ever seen.” Danny Mainer as the champion finally took the first step towards Chris Phenomenal looking his gargantuan enemy in the eye. It’s important to remember that those two are so evenly matches, Chris Phenomenal is nearly a foot taller and almost 100lbs heavier than Danny and the size difference is nothing short of tremendous. Danny looks Chris straight in the eye, the cold-blooded stare returned by The Harlem Superman. Finally the tension shatters and the two quickly leap at each other unleashing a huge flurry of strikes upon the other. Both men crash to the floor and start rolling around trying to punch the other unconscious. Danny Mainer somehow seems to have rolled onto Phenomenal and starts to strangle Phenomenal wrapping both hands around his huge neck trying to wring it. RAF: “Get off ‘em you psycho!” Chris Phenomenal doesn’t need RAF’s assistance to get Mainer off him though as a bitch slap is all it takes to break the stranglehold. Chris shoves Mainer off him and bounces to his feet as the two fierce arch-rivals are fired up and ready to go yet again. Both men take a more tactical approach this time as Chris holds up a Boxing guard while Mainer drops into a Kickboxing stance and starts to flick some low angle kicks towards Chris. Mainer lunges forward with a big right hand attempting to beat Chris at his own game but Phenomenal drops down and tackles him to the mat attempting to start another flurry of shots to Mainer’s face in the open guard position but Mainer’s Brazilian Jiujitsu background pays dividends here as Mainer kicks his legs out and snaps Phenomenal into a armbar using his epically strong legs to drag Phenomenal to the mat and snap on the Fruit Machine. McNally: “And here we go, right now we’re in Mainer’s ballpark on the mat. Chris Phenomenal is exceptionally powerful but Mainer’s grip is like none I’ve ever seen before, only Senator can outhold that man right there. He’s a fantastic technical wrestler which is a side you’ll very rarely see and his submissions are top of the range.” Edison: “Don’t forget though Maxy, Phenomenal has been PERSONALLY trained by Phillips to deal with technical wrestling so if anyone has a hope in Hell of outwrestling Mainer it’s this man right here.” Phenomenal waits patiently in the tight armbar for Mainer to adjust himself for a reapplication and as soon as he feels Mainer’s weight shift he surges all of his bodyweight over and attempts to hook Mainer with a lightning fast roll-up. RAF on the ball immediately slides down to make the count. ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!The crowd gasp and boo as that match nearly ended right then and there with Phenomenal’s speedy thinking. Phenomenal drags Mainer off the mat before laying into the world heavyweight champion with a combination of heavy handed punches consisting of mostly right-handed jabs with the occasional left cross just to switch it up. Phenomenal pushes Mainer back into the corner with his onslaught of battering punches sending spit flying everywhere as he traps the hometown hero and champion opponent. When Mainer is securely backed into the corner, Phenomenal jumps back then lunges forward again with a running clothesline sending Mainer crashing into the floor. Phenomenal then starts to wear his opponent down with big time Mudhole Stamps. McNally: “Oh SNAP! This isn’t going to end well for the champ! “ Edison: “You said before that on the floor is Mainer’s home away from home but nobody realizes that keeping people guessing is Chris’s home away from home because although he looks like just another meathead with an ego to stroke he’s the most adaptable and versatile big man we’ve ever seen in the ring!” Phenomenal drags Mainer off his ass and hooks up a Suplex in the corner. He lifts Mainer up off the ground with ease and drops him crotch-first onto the turnbuckle causing an “Oooh!” to emanate from the crowd and more booing to carry throughout the ring. Mainer now tied up securely on the turnbuckle is totally susceptible to further strikes from The Harlem Superman who continues to punch the face of Mainer. Mainer tries to put up a block but is too dazed from the crotch shot to defend himself properly and is completely and utterly vulnerable to when Chris grabs him by his beard and drags him forward to deliver a solid European Uppercut knocking one of his teeth out into the fifth row. Mainer attempts to roll to the side and try to fall off the turnbuckle but Mainer grabs his head and holds him still refusing to let him budge an inch. McNally: “Chris Phenomenal has dark intentions and quite frankly I’m horrified as to what they maybe. I can’t exaggerate anymore just how much these two hate each other and now... well now we’re going to see Hell on earth!”
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Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Jun 20, 2010 17:20:11 GMT -5
Chris attempts to climb up for a Superplex but when he attempts to hook the arm he gets a headbutt from the champion for good measure. Chris wobbles back but holds on barely, so Mainer gives him another one for good measure and slowly Chris topples backwards and hits the ground. Phenomenal quickly gets up to his feet but Mainer is safely enough revitalized to climb off the turnbuckle and soar through the air with a Diving Seated Senton but Phenomenal catches him and twirls around sprinting towards the ropes attempting to powerbomb the champion out of the ring but Mainer twists the hips and flips Phenomenal over the top rope with him. Both men crash out of the ring but only Phenomenal hits the concrete while Mainer manages to land on the apron by holding onto the bottom rope with all his might.
Edison: “YES! I knew we’d be getting even closer to the action sooner rather than later. You’d have to be utterly insane to believe that this match was going to stay bound to that ring!”
McNally: “No man has yet to take a clear lead in this match, it’s back and forth competitive!”
However, Mainer plans to change that as he quickly scrambles to his feet. Running back to the turnbuckle he sees Phenomenal slowly standing up a little delirious after that hurricanrana and decides to take the leap of faith as the referee counts to one. He hurtles forward like a freight train and leaps off the apron with a big dropkick right to the chest of Phenomenal sending him flying into the steel steps with a LOUD thud. Phenomenal cracks his head off the back of the steps and slumps to the mat groggily as Mainer grins wickedly the crowd getting more and more behind him with every shot he takes. He runs back and attempts to do a running dropkick into the seated Phenomenal but CP is already on his feet by the time Mainer comes back. Mainer thrusts out a leg to kick Chris in the mid-section but he gets caught. CP quickly dashes around the other side of the steel steps still holding the legs before dropping to the floor snapping Mainer’s leg over the steps. Mainer drops to the deck and roars in pain.
Edison: “OUCH! That’s gonna’ leave a mark!”
McNally: “That was a VERY smart move, if you take away the legs of Mainer what does he have? Nothing.”
Mainer quickly scuttles away like a mad demonic crab as CP gets up to his feet looking to pursue the world champion as the referee counts to 6. CP quickly rolls into the ring and then back out again to reset the count and continues to chase after his opponent. CP grabs Mainer by his right (injured) leg and drags him back towards the steel steps. He delivers some swift and sharp kicks to the joint of the leg to try and further do some damage knowing he’s got a weak spot now to work with before lifting him to his feet. CP grabs Mainer and throws him into the air before spinning 180 degrees and hitting an AA spinebuster straight into the steel steps much to the dismay of the fans and even more so to Mainer who screams out in pain as a result of this horrific move. CP isn’t quite done yet though as he repeatedly bullcharges Mainer back into the turnbuckle for maximum damage. Couple this with him hitting a Dragon Screw on his injured right leg to take him to the ground you have CP now dominating this contest.
McNally: “Phenomenal here is playing smart, he’s using his power to create as many opportunities and weak spots as possible. If Mainer has a weak back and leg then he has two parts which Mainer can’t possibly hope to defend at once!”
Edison: “I’m not so sure, I mean Phenomenal is good but Mainer is durable!”
McNally: “But Mainer is also human and can’t go on forever!”
Edison: “He’ll sure as Hell try though!”
Rightfully so Mainer WILL try and as Phenomenal attempts another dragon screw he this time gets an Enziguiri for his troubles. Mainer grabs a hold of the bottom ropes as he does this leaving Phenomenal to stagger back and Danny to quickly get back in the ring. Mainer bounds up to his feet and no sooner is he on sturdy ground he’s quickly leaving it again as he flings himself BACK over the top rope with a plancha twirling cross body splash coming crashing down on top of Phenomenal with a thud. Mainer rolls off of Phenomenal and quickly scrambles back in the ring, taking a moment to bask in the adoration of his fans. He drops to one knee (his bad leg) and starts to usher the audience to go louder and louder as Phenomenal takes his time to make his way back in. Phenomenal eventually does but only when Mainer has got them up to a fever pitch.
Edison: “Mainer here now is making sure that the energy of the audience is RIGHT behind him and nobody else. Nothing is being wasted here tonight!”
Mainer and CP start to trade shots again, Mainer flings a right hand for CP’s face and CP flings one straight back. CP ducks a retaliation shot and attempts an EARLY Superman Punch but Mainer grabs his arm and hits a Double Elbow Slash straight across the bridge of the nose sending the big man stumbling back a step or two. Mainer further adds to this abuse by leaping a good four feet off the air and nailing a shin kick right to the Phenomenal face but even then it’s not quite enough to knock CP off his footing. Mainer decides to pile on the abuse and hits a Discuss Knife Edge Chop now as he slowly backs CP into the ropes and then he continues this abuse with some Rapid Shotei Palm Strikes straight to the face. CP leans against the ropes unable to defend himself against this rapid martial arts combination. As CP tries to get away from Mainer, Mainer quickly brainstorms a plan but before he attempts this he NAIL a stiff martial arts kick right to the chest of Phenomenal.
McNally: “HOHOHOOOOO! Ouch! I said before that Mainer’s home away from home is on the mat but the crown palace of The King of Vegas lies in his vertical and aerial striking abilities and Chris is finding that one out first hand!”
Edison: “You can’t help but get a sickly grin as you watch a black-belt in Muay Thai kickboxing and a red belt in Brazillian Jiujitsu go to work can you?”
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