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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:42:55 GMT -5
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Match 1: Pistol Pete Vs. Vortex
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Match 2: Michael Smart Vs. Alex Trixer
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Match 3: Jonny Spade & Andrew Black Vs. Thunder Train & Lee Homcide
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Match 4: FALLOUT TV TITLE MATCH: Chris Phenominal Vs. Jason Freeman
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Match 5: Danny Mainer Vs. Rattlesnake
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Match 6: MAIN EVENT / OMEGA EFFECT 4 REMATCH: Dan White Vs. The Senator
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:43:33 GMT -5
Segment: Mr. Untouchable Credit: Jake Steele/The Senator
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the ring, microphone in hand, still wearing his training attire, and indeed, the sweat dripping down the front of the usually meticulous Senator is a testament to the rigors which Mr. Nobunaga have been putting him through.
The Senator: Well, well, well...if we can all cut back on these moronic jeers and quiet down...yes, I know it is too much to ask, but the faster you people shut your pointless chatter, the faster I will be done with my words! Good, now I can get on with matters! I walked out here, taking a break from my vigorous training, not merely to denigrate my opponent, not to again remind you people of your myriad flaws, but this time, to tell you all why I am worthy of this title match!
Phillips wipes a bead of sweat from his brow before continuing, as the mostly sceptical crowd watches on, waiting for the politician to finish up.
Senator: Chairman Gingerdude knew that if he would give me a chance, I would not only take my proper place in the main event of Omega Effect, but I will indeed defeat Jake Steele and bring the ACW World Heavyweight Title back around the waist of a real champion! Now, tonight, I face my opponent from last year, a man who nearly crippled me and defeated me last year at Omega Effect. Dan White may have won a year ago, but the situation has changed, and more importantly, I have vastly improved since then. Tonight, I shall demonstrate the skills, the mindset, and the tactics it takes to be the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, and that is indeed nothing...but the truth.
After his dominant speech, Phillips is stopped just as he readies to exit by the sounds of “Cake” by Lloyd Banks, which can only present one man, the World Heavyweight Champion, Jake Steele. Irritated to the max by his presence alone, Steve Phillips takes a few steps back and stares on at the entrance ramp, listening to the crowd boo off the champion, while at the same time a smaller amount of those from last week still have cheers for him. There are also those who appreciate our champion far more Phillips could ever imagine, and want to see Steele shut him up similar to the events of last week.
As Steele makes his up the steps, and into the ring he raises his championship into the air to the crowd, and whether it is cheers or not, it provides him one more opportunity to gloat against Phillips, who knows very well that he can’t react as he would want to, but he wishes he could at this very moment. Steele lowers his title and walks to the next side of the ring, raising it up into the air once more, letting even more of what he owns soak in.
Phillips grits his teeth together and watches on with such a cold stare that it could freeze Lucifer himself. Steele places his championship over his shoulder as he turns away from the crowd, and he motions for the microphone Phillips has in his hand, instead of an alternate one in possession of Phillip Jones. Phillips looks at the champ in confusion, but Steele points to the microphone and tells him to hand it over.
Phillips flashes a glare at him, and as much as he doesn’t want to hear a single word of what Steele has to say, he knows he won’t stop until he gets that very microphone, so he places it in the palm of his hand. Steele hunches up his shoulders with a smile, as he turns his back to Phillips and proceeds to cut a promo directly in front of him.
Jake Steele: Well, it seems like you a little cocky dis evenin‘, ain‘t ya? I don‘t see why, cause if you think you ‘bout to do any of what you just said, then you far more senile then I ever imagined. Really, you have to be, as stubborn as Dan is, you really think he about to be showed up by you? What? He beat you last year, and I‘m sure he‘s about to do it again tonight, and dis time it won‘t be by countout, it‘s gon‘ be by Stunt Bomb!
Steele receives a brief pop for the back up he shows for his brother, Dan White, but he knows it’s only because of that reason.
Jake Steele: And as far as takin’ dis championship away from me… dream on. You won’t even make it out of da ring in one piece, let alone with any gold over your shoulder or around yo waist. You can use all da back up you got, I don’t give a fuck who sticks they nose up in our business, but our business will be finished after Omega Effect V. You dig, old man?
Phillips’ expression grows with more agitation on his face, and easily Steele notices this. Which signals him to egg on the former World Champ even more.
Jake Steele: I bet you want to hit me right now, don’t you? I bet you want to chop me right in my throat, just like at Fallen Heroes. You want my blood stained across your palm once again, and you want me gone for good. You want to brutalize me until I’m in da same position as dat bitch Thunderkiss, don’t you!? Well guess what, bitch, you can’t touch me. Face it! There ain‘t gon‘ be no crackin‘ whips, and chains and shackles around here, you hear me!?
Letting another racist accusation sink in, Jake Steele approaches Phillips and stands face to face with him. He puts the microphone to his mouth and lets one last jab in.
Jake Steele: I… am untouchable!
Steele drops the microphone and makes his exit, for the second time in a row leaving the experienced politician, and public speaker… speechless, as he takes an extraordinary effort to restrain from chasing after his antagonist and launching an attack. Phillips stares down at the microphone, then up at the champion himself, who walks up the ramp without a need to look back, because in those few words, he got his point across.
Now it’s time for Phillips to get his across…
Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:44:11 GMT -5
D U D E L A D Y
[/center][/font] Credit: Mystique & Senator As the show went on, the camera cut to the back to show the Capitalists wandering around the arena when in the distance, a womanly figure was seen. Fits stopped Kalb with one arm and pointed out the figure with a smile. If he were a dog, his tongue would be out.Kevin Fitsharris: Woah, potential hot chick alert ahead at 1:00! Anthony Kalb: I don't know...something's not right...you might want to wait a moment before making one of your classic moves, like, er... Fits: HEY! YOU! NUMBER! NOW! Kalb:(facepalming) And he's running. Fits: Hey, sweet thing, what's your number...wait...aaw, hell naw, butterface...naw! Worse than that! Kalb *catching up to him* Hey, Kev, told you to wait... Mystique: Can I help you strong boys? Kalb: Oh god ... HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. I can't believe you thought it was a- Fits: Shut up. Just shut up. Mystique: Could you strong men be a doll and help poor ol' Mystique. I have some kits that need to be lugged around and I just can't do it by myself... Fits: uhh ... perhaps you can ask Kalb ... Kalb: Urgh, I don't carry anyone's bags. Mystique: ? Fits: Let me get this straight, you're a dude, right? Mystique: Excuse me? Kalb: I think someone's gotta say it: dude looks like a lady. Mystique: Oh how original. Mystique don't have time for children like you. You can run along now ... you just can't handle a little Mystique in your life. Kalb: I dunno ... I think Kev here could go for some, he sure rushed over here in a hurry. *chuckles* Fits: Shut up. Shut the hell up, just shut the holy friggin hell up! Mystique: *sighs* Now if you could be so kind as to tell me where Gingerdude's office is. Kalb: Oh, Fitsy'll give you a big guided tour! He'll even hold your hand and lead you around! Fits: *death glare* Mystique: You've been great help, thanks. Kalb: No prob. Fits: Yeah, uh, yeah, Kalb...she's a maaaan! Mystique: fucking kids. Mystique gave up and instead decided to strut along past them into another hallway where she could be directed to Ginger's office in peace. As she turned the corner, the capitalists stared at each other in disbelief.Kalb: Was that just ... a ... Fits: Dudelady .... Kalb: *laughs* I can't believe you hit on it. Fits: Shut up! You tell anyone and I mean ANYONE and... Kalb: Senator'll love this one. Oh, he'll love it. Fits: You tell him and I'll murder you! And don't you dare let him see the footage! The camera slowly pans away as both guys fight over sharing the story or keeping it a secret, preferably the latter, in the case of one Kevin Fitsharris.[fade]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:44:34 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 12 (Credit: Lee)
Now back in the prison courtyard, the Older Boy pummels another prisoner while one of his accomplices restrains his arms behind his back. Other inmates cheer on the Older Boy from the sidelines. Lee and his younger friend from his dorm watch on from a faraway bench.
Boy: You know Pee Wee’s gonna get you eventually, right? But I’m gonna help you stop him.
Lee: Why do you wanna help me?
Boy: ‘Cause if we don’t start getting some cred around here, we’re dead.
Lee: Who’s “we”?
Boy: Asian kids, fool.
At last, a prison guard has taken notice of the skirmish and pries the boys off each other.
Boy: Just one big thing to prove we ain’t just some punks who are content to be pushed around. That’s all we need. You down?
Lee: Yeah, Rob, I’m down.
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Now back in the kitchen, Pee Wee carries a tray of food into the refrigerator. As soon as he steps through the threshold leading into the freezer, a trio of younger Asian kids swarm around the door. Rob stands immediately outside with a stainless steel bowl. Right when Pee Wee turns to exit, Rob tosses some mysterious liquid of the bowl into Pee Wee’s face. Pee Wee responds in kind by stumbling back while howling in supreme agony. Another kid in glasses rushes into the freezer and pulls a rag over Pee Wee’s head, then jerks him down to the ground. Rob bashes Pee Wee across the back with his bowl a few times.
Rob: Do it! Now!
The third kid, Lee, carrying what appears to be a sock being weighed down by something incredibly dense, starts swinging his weapon, wailing on Pee Wee’s every limb. Pee Wee struggles to remain on a vertical base, but when Lee starts striking at his head, the efficient brutality of his attack proves too much, and Pee Wee gradually slumps to the floor as he begins to get separated from his senses. Even when Pee Wee falls completely limp, Lee can’t help but throw a concluding strike for good measure. The three kids admire their handiwork as Lee catches his breath. Rob spits onto Pee Wee’s unconscious body.
Blood begins to seep through the rag wrapped around Pee Wee’s head.
Rob: All right, work’s done. Let’s get outta here.
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The scene: an arcade. Cigarette smoke meanders through the air. The insistent bleeping and blooping of aggressively loud techno music roars throughout. The only lighting comes from the neon blue lights streaking across the ceiling, casting an unearthly glow upon the whole scene, giving the place a thoroughly psychedelic vibe. Lee, now back in his teenage years, watches on as two teenagers furiously mash the buttons on a machine. The fan with the knowing eye would recognize the boy closest to the camera as a teenaged Rob. He doesn’t look away from the screen as he addresses Lee.
Rob: I gotta tell you, bro, it’s been a while since jail, but you know what? Ain’t a damn thing that’s changed between us, man. Whatever you need, all you still gotta do is ask. You need me and my crew to smoke some motherfucker, POW! You got it. That motherfucker’s gonna be a grease spot. My shit is at that level, you understand? What you need, fool?
Lee grins impishly.
Lee: Nothing, man. I just wanted to hang out.
Rob: Hang out?
Rob sniggers with equal mischievous intentions.
Rob: Oh, we gonna hang out. Don’t worry about it, lil homie. SONIC BOOM!
Rob finally steps back from the machine to pose triumphantly.
Rob: Sonic Boom yo’ ass!
Rob’s opponent hangs his head over the console in crippling shame.
Rob: Now go get me a motherfuckin’ slurpee. Who’s the king? Kneel to the king, bitch!
Rob rears back his fist, inciting his totally petrified Street Fighter opponent down onto his knees.
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Now in a deplorably grimy apartment, a group of teenage Asian kids are plopped down on the couch, eyes fixed intently forward at the TV screen casting an eerie glow on their faces. They clutch Super Nintendo controllers in their hands.
Rob: Look at us. We just a bunch of broke ass, mixed up, dirty little Chinks and Gooks.
Rob and Lee sit at the tiny kitchen table smoking cigarettes.
Rob: See? That don’t mean a goddamn thing. ‘Cause we kings on these streets.
Lee: Who?
Rob: Asian kids, fool! Us! The fuck you think?
Lee: Asian kids, huh?
Rob: Shit, yeah!
Lee: You ever get into some shit?
Rob: Hell, yeah. That’s the best part.
Lee: You ever smoked anybody?
Rob: Sometimes. But fuck it. C’est la vie, fool. We gotta eat too, you dig?
Lee: Well, what about--
Rob: Hey, lemme tone down this shit ‘cause you’re making this way too complicated, bro. You wanna make somebody out of yourself? Like, for real? ‘Cause I know it ain’t gonna happen with some fuckin’ books or that stupid ass job of yours.
Lee: What’s your idea?
Rob: You got a GED?
Lee: A What?
Rob’s lips spread across his face in a vigorous smile.
Rob: That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
He slams a silver GLOCK onto the table.
Rob: Welcome to the family, motherfucker!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:45:19 GMT -5
Segment Save for Dan White
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:45:48 GMT -5
One Down, One to Go! Jack Jefferson
The mood in the ACW Arena is one of anticipation. The show has barely gotten going and the fans are extremely excited to see what’ll happen tonight as we get ever closer to the biggest show of the year, Omega Effect. The jovial mood of the fans changes in an instant as “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers. Jack Jefferson struts out soon after, to a deafening chorus of boos. In his hand he holds the crowbar he used last week to attack LyCoS in an attempt to tame the beast.
The smirk on Jefferson’s face is huge as he struts to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope as he reaches the squared circle and demands that he is handed a microphone. The mic is handed to him but he can’t start talking straight away as the fans begin to chant “Fuck you Jefferson!” He waits for a short period of time, tapping his foot, before he inevitably becomes bored and frustrated with waiting.
Jefferson: Blah, blah, fucking blah! You people are really starting to bore me.
Predictably the fans don’t take too kindly to this and they boo Jefferson vehemently. The smirk on Jefferson’s face tells its own story; he’s clearly pleased with his ability to wind up so many people so easily. After a while though his expression begins to change to one of anger as he grows impatient of waiting for a lull in the noise.
Jefferson: Fuck you! I’m not here to pander to you disrespectful maggots and stand here and take your boos. No, I’m here to talk about Monday night.
A menacing grin spreads across Jefferson’s face as he says this, and it becomes obvious exactly what he’s talking about.
Jefferson: On Monday night I attempted to do what no-one had done until that point...help LyCoS! To begin with I was angry with him for stealing my spot at Spring into Hell and getting the spotlight that I am far more worthy of. Then I came to realise that LyCoS wasn’t disrespecting me, he barely even knew what respect was. So, being the Good Samaritan that I am I brought it on myself to teach LyCoS the value of respect. Now, taming a wild animal can, at times, be brutal but sometimes that’s all they will listen to.
Unfortunately for LyCoS though, he decided he didn’t want to learn and refused to show me any respect. This was a very bad idea, so I did what I had to do deal with him in another way. When a litter is born there is usually a runt who is weak and pathetic. The kindest thing to do with these runts is to put them down to prevent their suffering. So, that’s what I did...I put down LyCoS, ACW’s runt!
Jefferson smirks as he says this, completely giving away that what he did on Monday wasn’t, as he would have us all believe, an act of mercy. The boos are deafening as the crowd are sickened Jefferson’s pride at what he did to LyCoS.
Jefferson: I am a man of my word! I promised that I would make an example out of LyCoS for his blatant disrespect and that is exactly what I did! Andrew Black! I warned you last week that you would become just another example and tonight is your lucky night! LyCoS has been dealt with, and hasn’t been since Monday. Tonight your time will come. Somewhere, somehow, I will get my hands on you and then you’ll be made to regret your disrespect! You have been warned...
With that Jefferson tosses the mic to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Wielding his crowbar with a glint of menace in his eyes he struts up the ramp, a purpose in his step. He stops halfway up the ramp and turns to a fan, who shrinks visibly, and brandishes the crowbar at him. Jefferson smirks as the fan back away and continues up the ramp without another look back.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:46:11 GMT -5
Segment: Nobunaga Returns (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, we find Senator Steve Phillips training, not within the Dwight Gym, but in the basement, where famed catch-style trainer Nobuhiko Nobunaga has set up a heavy bag/speed bag combo, a rope ladder on the floor, and a musty replacement ring. Phillips himself is seen throwing middle kicks into the bag while his sparring partners, Steve KilPatrick and Fernando Rodriguez from the Dwight Gym rest in the ring.
Mr. Nobunaga: And Dwight told me you trained extra in striking. What do you call those pathetic kicks?
Phillips: Pathetic? I would like to see you shake the dust off this trash bag as well as I am right now.
Nobunaga: I am here to train you to win a title, seeing that the last time I tried, you failed, I intend either to make you win, or break you trying.
Phillips: And what...does that have...to do...with these kicks?
Nobunaga: You don't realize it, Phillips. You are not angry enough, not channeling that anger enough, at least. Plans are nice, words can cut deep, but actions are better.
Phillips: Ok, fine. How does this help me beat Steele?
Nobunaga: Big tall and stupid, get over here, and I want you to throw Phillips to the ground. If you can, snap a rib or two while you're at it.
Steve KilPatrick: Sure thing, I'm great at crushing fruit loops like him and...
Before the muscular powerhouse can even get halfway to the Senator, he finds himself catching a water bottle in the face, and right after, a tremendous Partisan Kick levels KilPatrick. The improvised gym goes quiet for a few seconds, before Nobunaga slowly claps.
Nobunaga: You assessed the situation and took action...
Without warning, Mr. Nobunaga then smacks Phillips upside the head, resulting in an indignant look from the politician.
Nobunaga: But if you think you can rely on cheap gimmicks like that to save you against an opponent half your age, heavier than you, faster than you, you'll die in the ring! Next time, do not resort to stupid tactics, use one that works every time. Now, back to the bag, and I want to see you actually use some energy, stop wasting my time.
Senator: You know, I do have a match tonight, a rather important one, seeing that the opponent...
Nobunaga: Does not matter! Your opponent does not matter! I fought opponents in two out of three falls matches and you should be able to train hard and fight tonight, that is, if you are championship materiel. If you are not, then only do one or the other. You want to prove yourself to be ruthless enough to defeat the worst of the worst, am I correct?
Senator: Yes.
Nobunaga: I once ended a man's career because he was foolish enough to pay off a referee, another time when he interfered in my match. You are too soft, still.
Senator: Perhaps my path has its limits.
Nobunaga: No! You will go to the left or you will go to the right! Going down the middle is not a proper choice! A man once said that extremism in the pursuit of liberty was no vice, while moderation in the pursuit of justice was no virtue and if you wish to take the extreme route to preserve this organization as you want it, then you will realize the wisdom in those words. If not, then you stand no chance.
Senator: Barry Goldwater...
Nobunaga: Speak up, I am older and while my hearing isn't that bad, I can't hear if you don't speak loud enough.
Senator: Senator Barry Goldwater, from Arizona, presidential candidate, a man smeared with the most vicious attack ad of all time, accused of wanting to use nuclear weapons in combat. Those words were his. And I realize that, as you bring up Senator Goldwater, he was a man who was, especially in the later years of his life, seen as an outcast from all sides. Perhaps that is the price to pay, especially if one fails in their ulti...
Nobunaga: Shut up, Phillips! Any more talk of failure and I will beat you to a pulp with my kendo stick! Now get back to work! You have a match tonight, and I want to make sure you finish this workout so you have a few minutes to rest for that!
The Senator nearly fires back with a remark, but thinks better of it, realizing that he brought the trial of Nobunaga upon himself, and to get past it, and succeed in his ultimate goal, sacrifices must be made...no matter how aggrivating or painful they may be.
Fade Out
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:46:27 GMT -5
Redefining Expectations
[/color] Credit: VorteX [/center] As we go through our daily lives, we are held to certain expectations. It is only when we set our own self-expectations that we truly become exceptional. Vortex is no different in this regard, and as he walks towards the curtains that lead to the ACW arena, he thinks about this fact. The past couple of weeks have had their vicissitudes; however, Vortex has ultimately been successful. This success is a polar opposite to the beginning of his career, and Vortex could not be happier about that.
As humans, when we succeed we usually stop trying for a while. Rest on our laurels so to speak. When you set high expectations you can never stop trying, and if you do failure is not only immanent however sometimes permanent. This is due to the downward spiral effect. When things are going great, and one slows pace for a moment and then hits failure, recovery is very difficult. The lofty self-goals can no longer be met, and frustration sets in. This frustration eventually leads to self-destruction.
Vortex continues walking down the hallway deep in thought. Tonight, is a special night. Not only is Vortex booked to face Pistol Pete, he is also booked to compete in a gauntlet for the Entertainment Championship. Vortex knows that Pete should not be his focus, as Rep will just throw another lackey his way. The focus tonight should be a quick decisive victory against Pete and then another decisive victory later in the gauntlet.
The threshold is crossed, curtain pushed aside, and Vortex is flooded with sound and light. “Out of the Ashes” hits as he walks through the curtains and surveys the crowd. The arena is electric, and the fans are akin to lighting rods, passing information between one another in no time. Whatever message they carry is torn apart and put back together many times, thus forming a cohesive sound. Vortex continues walking down the ramp towards the ring, listening to this excited chatter. As he rolls in the ring and takes a microphone, the crowd inevitably quiets itself.Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.The mandatory pop follows, although it is more subtle than usual. Tonight the fans realize that Vortex has far more on his mind than catchphrases. Vortex: As you may or may not know, tonight is a special night for me. Not only must I wrestle, I must wrestle twice in the same night. A nice sized pop from the crowd follows this statement. They love the excitement Vortex brings to the ring, and seeing him wrestle twice in one night is a rare moment indeed.Vortex: My first match will be against Pistol Pete. I intend to finish this quickly as I cannot afford to waste much stamina. I’m sorry to tell you this Pete, as I know you’re nothing more than a mere puppet for a wicked master, however tonight I’m coming with ferocity. Speed is the name of the game, and I intend to put you down as fast as a lethal injection shot. The fans cheer as if they’ve been given a shot of energy, filling the arena with waves of sound. The intensity in Vortex’s voice is very noticeable by now, and his intensity is carrying over and increasing their intensity.Vortex: The chain of command to Rep is a descending one. As you descend the opponents not only get meaner they get less intelligent. I don’t mind this fact, for as with anything else the chain is finite. Soon enough I will reach you Rep, and when I do, I will rid this organization of you forever. Another rung on the intensity ladder is climbed. Vortex is fired up tonight, as he should be if he has any hope of success.Vortex: The second half of my evening will consist of a gauntlet match. I’m not certain of many details surrounding this match except for that I’m in first place. The first place is not only physical it is also symbolical, for without any doubt I will walk out of here a winner. The fun and games are over now; tonight it is time for business. Noise rises above noise and all of it is unintelligibly happy. Business is what the crowd loves, for talk can only get you so far. Vortex begins pacing the ring as he speaks. Vortex: I’ve been after the Entertainment Title for a long time now, and as they say good things come to those who wait. I am done waiting. I’ve been through the ‘fun and games’ of your challenges Chris, however to put it bluntly, I’m taking your title at Omega Effect. The volume in the arena rises above any point before. Vortex is pulling no punches tonight, and the fired up side of him is one that is rarely seen.Vortex: I am the most entertaining superstar in ACW today, and I will prove that at the biggest show of the year. I don’t care how big and bad you think you are Chris, at Omega Effect I will be the one to take you off of your pedestal. Why, you ask? Because…I am the…Crowd: EXCEPTION! Vortex appears as if he is going to drop the microphone and exit. Instead of doing so he hesitates for a moment and then speaks once more, bringing the crowd to a hush.Vortex: Oh, and Stan…I haven’t forgotten. With those words, Vortex drops the microphone and says nothing more. With momentum on his side, Vortex is determined to find victory.
Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:46:51 GMT -5
Segment: Competition (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens - where else? - in the locker room of Michael Smart. Michael is once again wearing his wrestling gear and a white vest. He is warming up in preparation for his match. As Michael is stretching his arms, the door opens loudly as Daniel runs in, excited about something.
Daniel Smart: You can't believe what just happened!
Michael Smart: They accepted your request to be the ring announcer for my match?
Daniel Smart: No, they accepted my... oh, I guess you can believe it. But think about what this means! Me, introducing you to the fans! Who knows, maybe this won't be a one-time thing either! This might just be the start of a glorious announcing career for me!
Michael Smart: Yeah, good luck with that.
Michael starts stretching his legs.
Daniel Smart: Oh, don't worry, I'd still be your manager.
Michael Smart: No, you wouldn't need to be. In fact, if you want to stop being my manager right now, I would totally be fine with that.
Daniel Smart: You're just saying that so I wouldn't feel bad. But no worries, cousin, I won't become a full-time announcer until I find you a new manager!
Michael Smart: You don't need to do that, I'd be just fine without one.
Daniel Smart: I'm sure you would. I think I should hire some hot chick to be your manager.
Michael Smart: Oh yeah? Why?
Michael stops stretching and grabs a bottle of water from a bench, twisting the bottle cap off.
Daniel Smart: Well, she would make the fans more likely to pay attention during your matches, she would be much better at distracting...
Michael starts gulping down water from the bottle.
Daniel Smart: ...and you'd finally have a decent chance to get laid.
Michael spits out a big amount of water in surprise.
Michael Smart: What the hell is that supposed to mean?!
Daniel Smart: It means that you haven't gotten any tail in a long while.
Michael Smart: You don't know that! I don't like to brag, but I get some on a very regular basis.
Daniel Smart: We've lived in neighboring rooms in every hotel for the past two weeks and not once have I seen or heard you take anyone in your room.
Michael Smart: Well, yeah, but I've been busy! And it's not like you're fit to talk!
Daniel Smart: What are you talking about? I have some major game.
Michael Smart: Last time I saw you trying to ask a girl out, you ended up crying because she said no.
Daniel Smart: That was back in junior high and something went into both of my eyes! Besides, when you asked that one chick to go to the prom with you, you stumbled in your words enough to ask if she wanted gay porn!
Michael Smart: That's because I, uh, asked her in french! Besides, these old stories don't matter, only the present.
Daniel Smart: You're right. How about we make a contest out of this? This weekend we go to a bar and take turns trying to pick up chicks.
Michael Smart: First to get a real phone number or some action wins.
Daniel Smart: If you get someone to your room, it counts more than a phone number. Also, let's take a cameraman along with us and show the results on Monday. We'll have to skip the next slice of history-segment, though.
Michael Smart: Proving that I'm better than you and not having to shoot another of those cheesy clips? It's a win-win, then.
Cameraman: Uh, aren't you guys kinda objectifying women?
Daniel Smart: Uh... no, of course not! We're just... um...
Michael Smart: Uh, our match is coming up, we need to go, now.
Michael and Daniel quickly leave, escaping the question as the scene fades.
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Segment: Quick and to the point (Credit: Hitman)
We see Hitman of the Gods in the back, the Monstourage looming in the background.
Hitman: So it appears I'll be facing Dan White at Omega Effect. I just want to make something clear to Dan if he's watching: I have nothing against you. I think you're a fantastic competitor. But this is strictly for business. Nothing personal. I have to go forth and defeat you for my lovely girlfriend Alexandra here. Now you're thinking that I've probably sold my soul to Ginger just to get my girl famous. Truth is, I'd do anything for Alexandra. Don't you have a woman of your own, Dan? What would you do for her? I'm not trying to attack her but I'm just letting you know that you have to consider her feelings too. And what you should also consider is that on June 22, you are going to FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL THE WRATH... of the Gods. Sleep well, Daniel.
Hitman then turns on his heels and leads his group out of view as quickly as they came. Meanwhile, the director is astonished that they managed to finish a segment that quickly. So they all decide to roam around. The director goes into a darklit room and falls down a flight of stairs, breaking his ankle. But he sees a bowl of ice cream at the bottom. So he eats it.
Pineapples.
Fade.
P.S. This segment sucks. <_<
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:47:12 GMT -5
Segment: Hello? I'm Still in Here! (Credit: Train)
Still locked inside. Train is still in that room that he was in since Monday. Train sits there looking over at the wall, being super bored but not hungry as he was able to eat the various things of equipment; chairs, tables, cameras, that were inside. The cameraman however, is starving and would eat anything right about now. The camera is still running somehow as it records the conversation between the two.
Thunder Train: So...how long have you been a cameraman?
Cameraman: About 3 years.
Thunder Train: Yeah? That's nice. What's your name anyway?
Cameraman: Stan...
Thunder Train: Seriously...Stan the Cameraman...
Cameraman: Heh, no....My real name is Tony.
Thunder Train: Well Tony, I'm sick of staying in here, aren't you?
Tony: Yes, but I don't think there is anything we can do right now. That forklift isn't moving.
Thunder Train: Wait a second, I hear something.
Right as Train utters those words the two hear something starting up, it's the forklift. They hear the beeping of it moving backwards and stopping. Train and Tony rush to the door and open it to find out...you had to pull on it, not push...so they weren't actually trapped. Ever. But that's all in the past now as Train and Tony step out of their cramped shelter. But who moved the forklift? Why, it's none other then Kevin Anderson!
Thunder Train: Kevin! You saved us!
Kevin Anderson: Did I? I just needed to get some things from in her-- and you've eaten it all. How long were you in there?
Thunder Train: Since Monday...
Kevin Anderson: MONDAY? How is that possible?!?!? I saw you in other segments after the thing with Dave.
Thunder Train: Those were pre-taped. Now, I gotta find Dave and beat his ass.
Kevin Anderson: Train, if I were you I would get ready for my match later.
Thunder Train: WAIT WHAT?
Train picks up Kevin by his collar and holds him off the ground.
Kevin Anderson: Ye-yeah...you have a tag match with Lee against Jonny Spade and Andrew Black. You did know?
Thunder Train: HOW COULD I KNOW? I'VE BEEN LOCKED UP FOR 3 DAYS!!!!
Kevin Anderson: I don't know...but you should go shower....and stuff.....eww....
Thunder Train: FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUU
Kevin Anderson: Calm down Train.
Thunder Train: I AM CALM! NOW! WHERE IS DAVE?
Kevin Anderson: I think he's in his locker room or something. But Train, you should really get ready first.
Thunder Train: Don't tell me what to do or I'll break your face off.
Kevin Anderson: Fine, I guess that's one way to treat the man who just saved you.
Thunder Train: I would have gotten out eventually.
Kevin Anderson: Don't ruin this for me....
Thunder Train: Too late, bye now...
Train pushes Kevin aside and begins walking down the ACW hallways. He has a mission to find Dave now and even this out. But first he has to go shower and prep himself for his future endeavor. No, not being released but his match later tonight. It's going to be one hell of a-- OK I use that way too much so I won't say it...
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:47:53 GMT -5
Match 1: VorteX vs Pistol Pete Credit: Rep We come back with Vortex in the ring awaiting the entrance of Pete. As his theme hits, he comes out from behind the curtain with a large white towel over his head. He creeps down to the ring, with his head hidden. As he reaches the ring, he places his hands on the ropes and slowly enters... suddenly, Pistol Pete rolls in to the other side of the ring. The other Pete takes the towel off of his head to reveal JJB in Pete's clothing. Vortex, however, was not fooled. As Pete entered the ring, Vortex spun around and knocked him out with a right hand. Pete goes down hard, and Vortex grabs him right back to his feet.
JJB backs up in rage and walks back to the top of the entrance area and goes backstage as Stan comes from behind the curtain to watch the match. Vortex places Pete's head under his arm, raises him up, and drops him right back down with the Psychosurgery. The referee begins to count as Vortex sits over Pete in the pin position. The ref gets to three and the bell rings.
Vortex raises his arm in victory as Pete lays on the ground motionless after a humble beating. The camera cuts to the top of the stage where Stan Vishis stands, with his arms crossed and he neck low. They lock eyes as Stan breathes in heavier and heavier as his fury escalates. Vortex raises his arm and points at Stan from afar, and the tension rises as their eyes create a connection of dark anger.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:48:12 GMT -5
G O S S I P [gos-uhp] n. idle talk or rumor, esp. about the personal or private affairs of others[/center][/font] Mystique: Girl, you are almost done. Rena: I think I might come to you more often. I like not having to do this. Mystique: You just come to Miss Mystique whenever you want to, 'kay? Rena: Okay. Mystique: Done! You look fabulous. Rena: I bet you always say that. Mystique: Of course, honey. It's because I'm doing the make up. Rena: Can you touch up my blush a bit. Mystique: Gurl, Mystique don't do no touch-ups. Rena: Alright. Rena was sitting down in a chair while Mystique brushed painted idly all over Rena's face. Mystique then took the brushes and began to fix up her won makeup before looking back to Rena with a surprised face.Mystique: Oh, I've been holding onto this piece of juice since yesterday. GUESS WHAT! Rena: What? Mystique: NO GUESS! Rena: No, what? Mystique: Okay, so like you know Bryce? Rena: mhm... Mystique: Well apparently this poor girl begged for sex, and he refused her! Rena: Who? Mystique: MMMMMM I can't remember. Don't worry, Gurl, Mystique always remember eventually. Rena: hmmm ... Mystique: Bryce is very sexy, dontcha think? Rena: *coldly* No. Mystique: MHM, you be lyin' gurl. He is damn fiiiine. Rena: I don't think so. Mystique: Yeah, and Da Nile is just a river in Egypt. Rena: I think it's time for me to go. Mystique: WAIT! I remember. Her anme was Ren........n.....a...... ohhhhh .... yeah.... Rena: WHAT!? Mystique: Oh, that's awkward. Okay, girl, I could be getting names wrong- Rena: No, I think you got the name right. That fucking bastard. Mystique: So that's why you don't like him. Miss Mystique knows how you feel. Rena: Shut up, he didn't reject me. I rejected him! Mystique: Mhm, you tell 'em gurl. Donchu be lettin the man walk all over you. Rena: I'm going to deal with it. Rena was now standing out of the chair and in front of Mystique, but Mystique didn't notice. A hot staff member had come into the room, and Mystique was currently busy looking him up and down.Mystique: Would you look at that fine ass ... Rena: Yeah, I'll deal with this once and for all. Mystique: You go gurl. Rena: Thanks for all your- Mystique: No, I mean you go ... BYE. Before Rena had anything else to say she was being pushed out of the room by Mystique and into the hallway. As she looked back, Mystique had thrown herself at the man, who didn't seem too interested in what was going on at all.Rena: I'll deal with Bryce's shit. [fade]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:49:10 GMT -5
“BRO’S BEFORE HO’S, MAN” Credit: XS3 & Thunderkiss 6/8/09 11:55 P.M. Thunder Mountain, San Fernando, California [Matt Irvine has known Aiden Joseph for many years and even he was taken aback by Thunderkiss’ rage this past Monday. As Warfare went off the air, the announce team made reference to what would happen when Thunderkiss became aware of the night’s end song. What they didn’t know was that he, like everyone else, saw what happened live. Anger became him and if it weren’t for a sturdy foundation he would have brought down his home for a second time in under a year. Finally realizing the error of his ways, he finally put a stop to his self destructive nature for something more productive and checked in on his wife. Assuring him that everything was alright, she waved him off albeit temporally. With visions of Jake Steele causing his wife pain flickering in his mind, he reaches into his closet and pulls out an unloaded Beretta 92FS and squeezes its trigger tightly.] XS3: What are you doing?Thunderkiss: What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m getting my gun, then I am going back to the island to put a bullet through that motherfucker’s head.XS3: Whoa whoa whoa, I understand your anger but killing him ain't something you want to do. Restraint over repercussions!Thunderkiss: Repercussions? Fuck that. We are WAY past repercussions. For the past few months these clowns have been wanting to push me over the edge. Well guess what? They’ve succeeded. He touched her man, he laid his FILTHY fucking hands on her body and I’m going to make sure he doesn’t have the ability to do it again. XS3: Like you did to my wife?Thunderkiss: Don’t you start, Matt. This is different. I never physically hurt your woman.XS3: Yeah, but the mental scars will forever be there. To you, two years is a long time but for her and I, it feels like fucking yesterday, man.Thunderkiss: Irvine, I don’t have the mind to deal with this now. If you want to step back into the time machine and berate me for something that happened over two years ago, it’s going to have to wait until I sort this mess out. In the meantime you’re more than welcome to stay here. Kick your feet up, mi casa su casa. Just don’t go in my closet. XS3: Easy there, Tontokiss. I think the first thing you need to do is settle down for a second and hear me out. There is a way here to get revenge that doesn’t have you behind bars. The second you get to Omega Effect, and trust me you are, you are going to have all the opportunity in the world to inflict massive amounts of damage upon Jake Steele. If you did to him on the streets what you want to do to him at Omega Effect, you'd be in jail quicker than Charles Manson. In the meantime, you've been taken aback by all his sick games. Now it's your turn to fuck with his mind.Thunderkiss: And how do you suggest I do that? Oh here’s an idea. Why don’t you give me your boogyman mask and I can chase him around with a crazy fundamentalist by my side?!?! And don’t give me that look, you were the first to bring up the past. XS3: “An eye for an eye.”Thunderkiss: What do you mean an eye for an eye?! XS3: I helped steer you onto the path. Now you have to walk it. This is the part where I am going to wash my hands of this situation because the second you figure it out, you’re going to do something so utterly distasteful I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing I was the inspiration behind it.Thunderkiss: An eye for an eye, hm?[Thunderkiss turns from XS3 and leans up against a nearby window. Outside he watches the moonlight fall upon the ocean making it sparkle like a sea of diamonds. He has seen this sight a thousand times and will see it a thousand more. It’s soothing nature always relaxes him, makes him think more clearly. It serves him well again. He turns around invigorated and a devious smile that tells Matt Irvine all he needs to know.] XS3: Well that didn’t take long. I assume right now that bastard should be getting his last will and testament ready?Thunderkiss: Yes. And the best thing it will require little preparation, leaving us with ample time to get this damn body in working order. So what do you say, Matt? I’ve got a lot of steam to blow off and I think a sparing session is just what the doctor ordered. XS3: Looks like you've found your smile again. Now, first things first. Where are your car keys?Thunderkiss: Car keys? Why do you ask?XS3: Because you and I are going to have a boys night out. Let's head out to the titty club, knock a few back, get compliments on our bodies, have our self-esteem boosted then leave them behind to try and rediscover their purpose... Y'know, like the good ol' days.Thunderkiss: Strip club? While this proves my point that when you get married Matt Irvine away from his woman he becomes more fun, it is just wrong. In case you have forgotten, Omega Effect is less than two weeks away and I still can’t do my own moves and haven’t learned your own. And Matt, my wife is resting on the East Coast after a savage attack. I know my morality has always been in question but that’s pretty damn low, even for me. XS3: Erm, I wasn't talking about you. Being cooped up with you is fun but can be crazy after a while. If anyone has some steam to blow off, it’s me.Thunderkiss: Wow man, that hurts. You’re acting like you’re not having any fun. Come on Matt, this whole experience has had to bring up memories of the old days for you. Good memories. It has for me. XS3: Yeah man, I can’t lie. It has for me as well. I just thought we could relive one of them, you know?[Now Matt’s intentions come into light. This experience has effected him much in the same was as Thunderkiss though he can’t admit it outright. Friends, foes, they’ve been everywhere in between but for this moment in time they are two of a kind reminiscing about the days of old. There is much work to be done but for one night they will return to 2007.] Thunderkiss: Just give me a minute to get changed. Keys are hanging up by the sink in the kitchen. Say, you still got Jay’s number on your cell? XS3: Unfortunately. What do you need that dick for? Thunderkiss: Because we are going to prank call the shit out of that tiny man. He might not be able to be here tonight but I’m going to make damn sure he’ll be here in spirit. XS3: I've seen him after the Entourage died. He's changed so much.Thunderkiss: More the reason to make his life as difficult as possible tonight. We’re going to let him know what he’s missing.[FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:49:53 GMT -5
S E D U C T I O N “The resistance of a woman to a man’s advances is not always a sign of virtue. Sometimes it’s just a sign of experience.”[/center][/font] Bryce was in his locker room putting a t-shirt on when the door flew open. As he turned around it was Rena standing in the doorway. She was wearing a pleated navy blue skirt and a light pink blouse, which was conveniently opened to reveal her dark pink bra.Bryce: What the fuck- Rena: SHUT YOUR MOUTH! Bryce: Uhhhhhh Rena: Oh fuck I want you. Before Bryce could reject her, she jumped towards him. He grabbed her around the wait and lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around him. Maybe he didn't want to reject her ... maybe he wanted this all along. Their tongues touched as their mouths opened, Rena tightly lacing her fingers through his hair.Bryce: Fuck this is so hot. Rena: Shut up. Bryce: Alrighty, then. Rena let her legs fall the the floor as Bryce felt around to find a towel to lay on the bench. As the towel was laid, Rena pushed Bryce down on the bench and began feeling his chest with her hands.Rena You like that? Bryce: Mmmmmm yeah, keep going! Rena: Mmmm I want your cock. Bryce: Fuck yeah. I'm so hard. She clawed lightly at his chest and then took off his t-shirt as well as undo her own blouse. Bryce's hands, like magnets, flew to her breasts. As she drew closer to his face, Bryce reached around her back to find the hooks in her bra. They kissed again, Rena's hands now grabbing the back of Bryce's neck. Bryce: Where the fuck are the hooks?! Rena: The front. Bryce: Easy entry. I like it! Rena: It's cool. POW, and just like that Rena had ripped off the front of her bra. She now leaned over him, her arms still in the bra straps and her blouse still wrapped around her shoulders. Bryce's face met her chest as Rena let out a small moan of pleasure.Rena: Oh my god ... this feels so good. After a few moments of Bryce's tongue playing with Rena's nipples, Rena pushed Bryce back down on the bench. Her fingers felt down his chest and then met the band of his shorts. She kissed him lightly again before pulling up the bands and feeling what was inside.Bryce: Oh god I'm so hard. Rena: Oh... Bryce: What? Rena: Where is it? Bryce: Where's what? Rena: It's not very big ... like, I'm not impressed. Bryce: WHAT THE FUCK ?! Rena: Yeah, so I think I'm done here. Bryce: You what? Rena: Yeah, no, like .... yeah, no. Bryce: Get the fuck off me, bitch! Rena: With pleasure ... which I guess is the only pleasure I'll be getting from you. Bryce: GET THE FUCK OUT YOU FUCKING WHORE! Rena: hey, hey, calm down. Some girls like needle dicks. Bryce: Fuck you! Rena: Anyways, I'll talk to you later. Wow, that was small ... Rena began to laugh before she even got out the door. Her mission had been accomplished, and she had embarrassed Bryce far more than he could ever embarrass her. As the door closed and she heard smashing about the room behind her, She laid her head back against the concrete wall and let out a devious smile.[fade]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:50:40 GMT -5
Match 2: Michael Smart vs Alex Trixer (Credit: Michael Smart)
The cameras cut to the ring, where a referee, Alex Trixer and Daniel Smart are already standing. Daniel is in the middle of the ring with a mic in his hand, as he will be doing the introductions for the match.
Daniel Smart: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first to my left, from Nobodygivesacrapville, the guy that will be on the floor crying in about five minutes, Alex Trixer.
Trixer starts going towards Daniel, not liking his comments, but the referee gets in the way and tries to get him to calm down.
Daniel Smart: And his opponent, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at 228 pounds! He is the man that will singlehandedly change Monday and Friday nights. He is the man that will show ACW... no, the whole world what wrestling is all about. He is the man that is here tonight to kick ass and chew bubblegum, except that he's not here to chew bubblegum. He is the man that is simply the best at pretty much everything, except picking up ladies, which is something I am much, much better at. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a round of applause for Michael Smart!
The crowd starts cheering as "Live to win" by Paul Stanley starts playing. Blue lights start flashing around the arena as Michael Smart comes out to the ramp, wearing his blue tights and a white vest. He takes a second to admire the cheering fans before walking down the ramp. He climbs the stairs and gets inside the ring, climbing a turnbuckle to raise his arms triumphantly before taking his vest off and handing it to Daniel, who gets outside the ring. Smart stares at his opponent, who returns his stare, the two looking each other in the eyes as they wait for the bell to ring. It rings and the match starts.
Michael and Trixer lock up to start the match. Michael quickly gets a side headlock, dragging Trixer to the ropes and bouncing him off them for an irish whip. On the rebound Michael takes Trixer down with a belly to belly suplex! Trixer gets up and turns around, only to get kicked in the gut and taken down again by a DDT. Michael covers, but only gets two. Michael gets up, taking Trixer up along with him, before irish whipping Trixer to a corner. Michael follows Trixer to a corner, hitting him with a knife edge chop! A second one! A third! A fourth! Michael lets Trixer get out of the corner, staying behind him only to run behind him and execute a bulldog! Michael covers, but gets a two again.
With Trixer still down, Michael grabs one of his legs and turns him on his stomach for a single leg crab! Trixer tries to reach the ropes, but is too far away from them to reach them. After a while, Michael lets go. Trixer crawls to the ropes, using them to get up with his back turned to Michael, who creeps up behind him and locks in the Smart Variation! Trixer flails his arms around, trying to find the ropes, until he realizes that his legs are closer. He jumps, crossing his legs over the middle rope. The referee starts counting as Michael tries to get Trixer away from the ropes. Failing to do that, Michael gets another idea as he drops Trixer with an inverted DDT! Michael covers, but once again only gets two!
Daniel starts clapping, getting the crowd to start clapping along with him. Taking energy from the crowd, Michael quickly picks Trixer up, setting up and executing a Smartdriver! Michael doesn't go for a cover, however, instead crossing Trixer's legs around one of his own and turning him around, locking in the Smartshooter! Michael holds the Smartshooter in tight, giving Trixer no option besides tapping out! Excited, Daniel gets in the ring with the mic.
Daniel Smart: Here is your winner, Michael Smart!
"Live to win" starts playing again. Michael lets go of the Smartshooter, letting the referee raise his hand as the crowd cheers. However, Michael isn't done yet as he takes the mic and the music stops playing...
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