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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:13:14 GMT -5
“CHECKMATE” Credit: Senator & Thunderkiss 6/11/09 9:15 P.M. Denver, Colorado [Thanks to another one of XS3's vigorous workout sessions hours ago, his body is weak with no energy to spend. It better figure out a way to make some more because he will surely need a great deal of it if he is to make it through his next task successful. Factor in the jet lag from flying from Los Angeles to Colorado and even a man who gives 500% has a very daunting task ahead. Currently he stands outside the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Houston, Texas where inside resides the next man on his hit list. Richard Paris, former head of Alpha Championship Wrestling Creative and mastermind behind his dismantling back in February just couldn’t heed the warning Kiss gave to him during their last meeting. He instead sought revenge and became the Senator’s right hand man, initiating the order for Dietrich Zane to succeed where he had just recently failed. In the end Zane’s effort met the same fate as Paris’ and the mercenary’s rouge ways ended up costing Richard much more than a job. The Senator, while maintaining Paris’ confidentiality in the matter, made sure to “wipe the slate clean” and in doing so sent the Capitalists in to physically cut all ties with Paris. They did and pain of that experience still lingers to this very day. While he has atoned for his mistakes with his former employer, he has yet to do so for the man who’s life he made it a mission to destroy. Tonight that will change. With the assistance of his half-sister half a world away, Thunderkiss is ready for a little pre-Omega Effect warm up and will be able to test out his wrapped appendage in the process.] Thunderkiss: So Winter, what are we looking at here?Winter York: Your man is currently up on the 22nd floor enjoying a nice quiet dinner. What do you say you go make it a little less quieter?Thunderkiss: You’re reading my mind as always, sis. How many exit points are there? Winter York: There is one main exit in and out of the dinner and if he makes it that far, there is a stairwell to the immediate right along side of the main elevator and another one down the hallway on the north. Not counting the elevator he has two escape routes to take with the closest one being the most likely path.Thunderkiss: Well now, we’re just going to have to make sure he doesn’t make a run for it now aren’t we? I already did my cardio today and running up or down more stairs is not in my playbook tonight. Anything else I should know about?Winter York: Nope. It’s pretty much cut and dry. You know ... It’s good hearing from you again, Aiden. Thunderkiss: Right back at ‘cha. Thank you for forgiving me of my ill decisions.Winter York: Ill decisions? That’s too kind of a word. I was thinking sheer stupidity would be more fitting but then it would look like I was still holding a grudge.Thunderkiss: And you’re not, of course. Winter York: Absolutely not. Good luck.[Winter signs off her Bluetooth and powers off her super computer for the night. While she was more than happy to assist Thunderkiss in his quest, she hopes that his future visits with her will be more than requests to use the many resources she has available to her through York Enterprises. Back in Colorado a very incognito Thunderkiss hums along with the elevator music as it carries him to the 22nd floor. His ride comes to an end with a ding and out he steps, his eyes ever so vigilant for a man with a bad fake tan and a suit to match. Just as Winter said, he finds him in the corner of the floor’s restaurant, drowning his sorrows in a bottle of cheap bottle of booze. It’s been a long time since Thunderkiss worked as a waiter, time to see if he still make a decent tip.] ?: So how is your meal, sir?Richard Paris: Fine, fine. ?: Anything I can do for you? Richard Paris: Yes, leave me alone. I want to eat in peace, please. Thunderkiss: WELL NOW, TOO BAD! BECAUSE IF I CAN’T HAVE PEACE, NEITHER CAN YOU, DICK! [Paris almost chokes on his drink as becomes aware that this is no waiter standing behind him but rather a very pissed off Thunderkiss seeking revenge. Thunderkiss places his hand on Richard’s shoulder and pushes down, making a clear signal that he better think twice about getting up and for TK’s legs sake, he better not. He then takes a chair himself and gets comfortable for the reading of the last rights.] Thunderkiss: What’s a matter, Paris? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost! You know, actually, you look like shit! Tripped on your own two feet again, hm? Richard Paris: Thunderkiss, there isn’t a damn thing you can do to me that hasn’t already been done. I know why you’ve come but let me tell you, two people have already beat you to it. I’m sure that doesn’t satisfy your craving for justice so let’s just hurry this along. [Having accepted his fate, Paris begins to rise but is ordered to remain sitting by a very bewildered Thunderkiss.] Thunderkiss: Sit the fuck back down. What do you mean, “somebody beat you to it?”Richard Paris: Your friend the Senator sent two very angry and drunk cowboys in business suits to ensure I kept my mouth shut and remember the error of my ways. I guess you could say they did their job because this broken orbital socket sure isn’t making it easy to forget. Thunderkiss: The Capitalist ...Richard Paris: Yes, those fellows. Look, I realize the predicament I am in and I of all people shouldn’t be making requests, but I know what you want and I’m more than willing to give it to you. Please, let’s just get this over and done with. I want to be able to live my life again without having to look over my shoulder constantly. [Since the moment he heard from Zane that Paris was the middle man he dreamed of tearing him limb from limb. However, as Thunderkiss sits across from Richard at this table, he realizes he’s looking into a pair of eyes that are already defeated. This man has no resolve left. He should know; he’s been there himself. Even if he pretended there would be no satisfaction out of inflicting pain to someone who can no longer experience it. There is nothing of value here and it makes Thunderkiss want to vomit.] Thunderkiss: I can’t believe I’m doing this. Dick, remember the last thing I told you? The last time I saw you before tonight?Richard Paris: Yes. You told me to make sure I never came across your path again or you’ll make sure I’ll never be able to look at you again. Thunderkiss: That’s right. TWICE now you’ve fucked me over, the last coming at the expense of my OWN family. For this I should make good on my promise but I can’t. I just can’t. I mean, look at you. If I were you and I had to look in the mirror every morning at myself I’d want to slit my wrists. I can’t bring myself to smack you around because I PITY you, Paris. I have never pitied a man in my entire life until this moment. No amount of discomfort I can give you can be worse than your own life. Now give me your fucking cell phone before I change my mind. Richard Paris: Do I dare ask why? Thunderkiss: No, no you don’t. But I am going to tell you what you are going to do, you’re going to get up from this table, walk right out that door and never think about me ever again, or so help me I’ll find a way to make your life more miserable than it already is. If that is even possible.[Paris nods and opens his mouth to express his appreciation. Thunderkiss waves his finger in disapproval and he shuts his mouth just as quick as he opened it and scurries out of the restaurant. The second he is gone Thunderkiss flips open his phone and traverses his way to his contacts. Just as he hoped there is Steve’s number, still saved in the phones memory. He may not have blood on his hands tonight, but he won’t walk away empty handed. Time to raise the Senator’s blood pressure a little ... or a lot.] *Ring,Ring* Senator: I thought I told you to never call this number again! Need I remind you what happened the last time you had a business transaction with me?! Thunderkiss: You probably did but I didn’t hear it. All those years of listening to Rock music with my stereo system cranked up must be taking a toll. I should have listened to Mom! Senator: Excuse me? Are you still on the line, or are you rambling to yourself, Aiden? Thunderkiss: Glad to know that my beautiful voice is one you just can’t forget, Steve. That’s good because you’re going to be hearing a lot of it soon and I’d hate for senile mind to confuse me with someone else. Oh, by the way, your bishop is in jail across the pond and I just took your rook right off the board. Let’s play a guessing game! What does that leave left?Senator: This is absurd, you are dealing with lunatics and nobodies! This has nothing to do with me, nothing at all. You lost your shot at the top when Steele destroyed your hand. There is nothing for you to gain in going after me at this point, your main qualms are not with I, but with the one who injured you, and even then, you are in no condition to pursue matters! Stay at home and be a family man! Thunderkiss: ERRRRRRRRR! Wrong answer! I was looking for “me” there but thanks for playing! Well, what do you know? Today must be your lucky day for you just got another chance to play, only this next game is going to be a bit different. It’s going to be a good ol’ fashion game of hide and seek. You hide and I’ll seek. Senator: I hide from no man, surely not from a cripple as yourself! Now, if you shall excuse me, I have an angry old man telling me to get back to training. Thunderkiss *interrupting*: The game will come to an end Monday night at the conclusion of Warfare. The clock is ticking, Steveo! Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.*Click*Senator: Absurd, it seems that he also sliced off a fourth of his brain matter when he amputated that finger...very well, then, let him do his worst, nobody will stand in my way, no matter what, and that is nothing, but the truth, of course. [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:15:41 GMT -5
Segment: Brooklyn Rage JAKE STEELE/? ? ? Being the world champion of one of the biggest wrestling companies in the world, you figure that you have to have a sense for trouble. Being able to pick up on the subtle things which tell you that you should run away and live to fight another day is a very key trait in being successful in this industry. Sublte things like say... a fat ass meat cleaver being stuck in your door? Yeah, Steele's eyes immediately flash red with unbridled rage as he already knows that something has gone down inside his locker room. The splinters of the wood, the smell of rising smoke. Steele isn't quite sure what to make of it but he already knows he won't be happy with the result. He tests the door handle and feels a sharp electric shock run through his hand, that and the fact the handle won't budge anyways is basis enough for him to kick the door right off the handles.Jake Steele: "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"The sight that greets his eyes is a horrifying one to say the least, blood is splattered all cross the wall with "HEY CHAMP" written out in the macabre fluids. Steele wrenches the cleaver out of the door, expecting more trouble already knowing damn well who's responsible for this and burning to down right break his neck. A full length floor-mounted mirror stands shattered from the centre from a large centred impact. You think that's bad? ALOT more noticable is the fact that his couch is currently ablaze with white hot flames. Looking around for something, ANYTHING he realizes to put that fire out he's going to have to swerve past the fire and grab the extinguisher in the corner. He jogs around quickly and tries to put the flames to rest with the extinguisher only for it fire out a flurry of rubber snakes straight into the fire. Jake Steele: "What... the... FUCK."He looks around desperately until he sees that behind the broken mirror is a well hidden bucket, Steele grabs it and checks the contents to see that it is indeed pure water. Without any further delay he launches the contents and soon the fire is gone. With that taken care of, he now has the chance to absorb everything else that has been done to his locker room.Jake Steele: "You crazy motherfucker..."He looks around and sees that all of the electric wiring has been torn out, his standard energy saving lightbulb being replaced by a purple one to add doom and gloom for whenever he turned the lights on. The kind of crap you'd see in a 6th grade Physics project is wired up to the door handle so that anyone who touches it gets a violent shock and the locks have been melted somehow. The mirror has been smashed, the bloody foot steps trailing around the room giving off the wild impression of a smug pig trying to find some kind of delicacy in the trash. There's NOTHING that works, all that is left is his wardrobe and though the draws and doors are smashed his clothes appear fine. The final touch to this macabre masterpiece is of course, a 10 foot ladder lying dead centre in the middle of the floor. Steele grabs the ladder and positions it up right and unfolds it noting bloody foot prints on each rung, probably how the man responsible for this managed to get the lightbulb.Jake Steele: "When I get my hands on him, I swear to god I'm going to rip his motherfucking HEART OUT!"He skulks up the steps slowly, his shoes causing a splatter on the bloody, still moist prints on the rung of each ladder climbing up until he reaches the very top. Stuck on the final and top rung is a small note, glued stiff as Hell to the surface so it faces the ceiling. Looking at it closely, he finds out just who the purpetrator is of this seemingly unwarranted but now thinking about it deserved crime"Dear Jacob Steele. I bet you thought you were safe didn't you? You sat pretty for a week after what you did to me and thought you were out of the woods right? You thought wrong. See Jake, I set this up specially for you. Everything was planned out to perfection. The broken mirror shows how you've failed to watch your back from all the right angles and that's where your downfall will be. The snakes in the fire extinguisher was done that way because you TRULY think you've got all the bases covered and yet the basic things just don't seem to work for you. Finally, the burning couch itsself is symbolic of how after I'm through with you you'll be rotting in the flames of Hell, but the wardrobe was kept intact because you may have a ruined face but at least you'll still be able to look stylish, right? The reason I made you trek your ass up this ladder is because at Omega Effect, this rung will be the last thing I see before I reach up and grab my destiny and my one shot at destroying you.
I MADE YOU Jake Steele, I took you in when nobody else would and I made you what you are today. I taught you everything you know, but not everything I KNOW and when the time is right that title WILL find its way around my waist and I'm going to do what I should've done when you first joined the LVPW academy... send you packing.
All the best in your match at Omega Effect, I hope you win the biggest match of your career so far just so I can snatch away everything you're working to achieve.
Big shout out homeboy. LOVE Mainer. Steele jumps down off the ladder in pure aggressive fashion, folds the ladder and launches it into the nearest wall making a fat-ass dent right in the plastering. Without checking to see the damage, Steele heads for the blown out doorframe and walks off as it's now time for his main event match... has Mainer's mind-games worked? We'll find out next.FADE Additional Credit: Danny Mainer
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:15:56 GMT -5
Match, NAO! Jack Jefferson
Having just woken up from being knocked out cold by Andrew Black means Jack Jefferson is not in a good mood, at all. All the backstage crew members are making sure they avoid eye contact with his as he scowls and storms his way along the corridors. Eventually he reaches his destination; the door reads “Chairman Gingerdude”. Ginger’s secretary attempts to halt Jefferson but she’s silenced with a quick wave of his crowbar.
He doesn’t even stop to knock, striding straight into the office. Ginger does not look impressed and he scowls at Jefferson who takes the seat opposite. He isn’t able to verbally reprimand him, however, because he’s on the phone.
Gingerdude: ...yes, the numbers get better towards the end of the shows so that time costs you more...okay, I’ll have my secretary arrange a meeting this Sunday. Bye.
He puts the phone down and turns his attention towards Jefferson, who smirks at Ginger’s obvious anger.
Gingerdude: What the hell do you...
Jefferson: I’m gonna stop you there Ginger. Lemme guess? You wanna know what the hell I’m doing here don’t ya. Well I’m not here for a long discussion so let me tell you straight. One Monday I want a match with Andrew Black. That little bastard is going to pay for blindsiding me!
Gingerdude: Well I’ll have to look at the schedule and see if there’s a...
Jefferson: No. No “We’ll see”. No “I’ll see if it’s possible”. Just get it done. I don’t care how, I don’t care about what match it is. All I care about is getting Andrew Black in that ring, Monday night!
Gingerdude smiles, satisfied that he has a hold over Jefferson but the glare that he’s receiving tells him that exercising said power to make Jefferson squirm would be a terrible idea.
Gingerdude: You got it.
This answer seems to satisfy Jefferson who fixes a smirk on his face and, without another word, stands up and walks out of the office. One thing’s for sure, this coming Monday is going to be very interesting. Will Jefferson be able to get the revenge he’s out for? Or will Andrew Black embarrass Jefferson by beating him after his self-assurance.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:16:26 GMT -5
===================== Bigger things on my mind.
Chris Phenomenal ===================== The pang of defeat is something Chris Phenomenal is not accustomed to dealing with, and losing to someone like Jason Freeman would usually only serve to infuriate him beyond comprehension. Yet Kevin Anderson is dedicated to getting the news as soon as it comes and as such is forced to brave the un charted waters of the new Chris Phenomenal dressing room. Kevin turns the door handle and walks in and much to his surprise and possibly chagrin, Chris seems as calm as he ever is. Kevin approaches him cautiously as Chris looks up. Kevin Anderson: Chris, you came into the match thinking that it was going to be a walk in the park and yet you lost to Jason Freeman once again. What… Chris Phenomenal: Look Kevin, this match in the grand scheme of things didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t my title on the line and one extra loss isn’t going to drive me to the grave. As a soldier it’s not about winnin’ the battle, it’s ’bout winnin’ the war.Kevin Anderson: What is that supposed to mean Chris? You’re… Chris Phenomenal: What it means Kevin is that even though Freeman won, even though next week he can march his ass on out there and gloat that he beat me once again, he’s still a loser. At the end of the day, people aren’t going to remember one loss to Jason Freeman, no they’re going to remember the impact I’ve made.Kevin Anderson: Chris you’re usually not one to mince words but tonight everything seems very… Chris Phenomenal: Thing is Kevin, I’m not mincing my words, I’m not ducking your questions. I’m giving you an honest answer, something I can’t believe I’m doing. Let me put it this way, yes I lost tonight in a match, but sometimes that doesn’t matter. Sometimes even in defeat you walk out the hero. Tonight I’m not going to be walking out a hero, but there’s still a lot to accomplish throughout the rest of the night.Kevin Anderson: So what you’re saying is… Chris Phenomenal: Yes, whatever you’re thinking I’m saying you’re exactly right. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got bigger things on my mind, things that are more important than some match I just had with Jason Freeman, and definitely more important than this interview so if you’ll be so kind as to excuse yourself.Kevin Anderson: Chris, I… Chris Phenomenal: Look Kevin, either you’re going to get out of here by your accord, or mine, and I’m pretty sure you can think of which one will keep you out of the hospital.The threat of bodily harm is enough for Kevin as he backs out of Chris’ room as he picks up his cell phone, the scene fading to black with Chris finishing things off.Chris Phenomenal: Ya, everything’s ago.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:16:54 GMT -5
Match 6: MAIN EVENT / OMEGA EFFECT 4 REMATCH: Dan White Vs. The Senator
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is our Main Event!
There's a huge pop from the crowd. Both The Senator and Dan White are already in the ring. The fans behind Phillips jeering him, whilst the crowd behind Dan cheering him, in this hotly-anticipated rematch from Omega Effect IV.
Philip: In this corner, weighing at 195 lbs...from Chicago, Illinois, The Senator Steve Phillips!
Severe jeers from the crowd.
Philip: And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 240 lbs...The Welsh Dragon Dan White!
Cheers from the crowd, as Philip exits the ring, and this match gets ready to go.
Bell rings
The fans are hot for this match, so much so that it sounds like the arena’s roof is about to blow off. It’s the first time the pair have fought against each other since Omega Effect IV, and that match was voted the second best match in 2008 for ACW. So as both men come out of their corner and lock up, we’re expecting something great. Senator attempts a quick Irish Whip, but White reverses it. Phillips hits the ropes, but he’s able to clutch himself onto them, and evade what may have been an early match-decider from the Welshman. He looks at Dan with a smirk, but also with an expression that suggests that he’s ready for revenge, and thus ready for war. He approaches Dan again, and again they lock up. Dan manages to break away, shoving Senator backwards. He then follows that up with a boot to the stomach, followed by a Snapmere into Seated Position. Rallying on, he hits off the ropes and there’s almost cause for a massive pop, but Senator manages to evade the early-attempted 75mph KICK, rolling out of the way and resting at the ropes, looking somewhat surprised at Dan, who looks down at the former World champion.
McNally: Ooof, Dan could have had the match wrapped up inside the first two minutes! Edison: That would have been a massive shock , but you won't ground The Senator that easily!
Senator is clearly surprised that Dan attempted such a finishing move so early on, but he tries not to be intimidated, instead pulling himself up, and quickly grabbing Dan. Dan throws him into the corner, but Senator quickly lifts up a knee to his shoulder, in turn chucking Dan in. He then gives his old enemy some of the finest chops in the business, and despite Senator’s current distain with the crowd, they supply him with the appropriate reactions.
*CHOP*
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!
*CHOP*
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!
*CHOP*
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!
*CHOP CHOP CHOP*
Crowd: WOO WOO WOOOOO!!!!!
McNally: Those chops are some of the best in the business. I would bet that Senator could finish an opponent using just chops! Edison: And look at Dan's chest!!
Senator releases Dan, who stumbled forwards before falling to his knees, clutching his chest. He looks down, and notices all the blood has rushed to the surface. He looks back up, and Senator smirks, before planting him with a swift Neckbreaker. He manages to swiftly rise to his feet, showing some great agility for a man his age. He picks Dan up, chucking him at the ropes. Dan bounces back and Senator goes for a hard Washington Lariat, which would almost certainly take Dan's head off. But Dan manages to duck it. Senator looks back up slightly bemused, and turns around. Dan boots him in the stomach, and plants the Spinechiller, to a brief pop from the crowd. But Dan is unable to make the cover, Senator's chops having taken enough out of him. Instead, he rolls towards the ropes, and manages to lift himself up. He throws an arm in the air, prompting the crowd to to show their support for the Welshman. And he looks back at Senator, who clutches the back of his neck with a grimace on his face, and he realises that this match may well last the distance. He picks Phillips up, and throws him into the corner. He attempts to rough him up with a number of quick punches to the stomach area, much in the style of The Undertaker. But the referee sees this as an illegal move with The Senator at the ropes, and so forces Dan backwards, as the Illinois representative stumbles down, sitting on the bottom turnbuckle, trying to catch his breath.
McNally: Senator is in trouble already Edison: But Dan is still somewhat green. He's only had a couple of matches in as many months.
Dan though is in no mood to slack about, and he points at Senator, and the crowd react positively. He approaches Senator, and attempts to whip him into the opposite corner. But Senator manages to reverse it into a Drop Toe Hold, and without a moment of rest, quickly manages to lock Dan into the Tax Cut (Elevated Half Crab), and Dan is suddenly in trouble, especially being in the centre of the ring. Senator tries to elevated it as high as he can, as Dan frantically attempts to use his free leg to kick Senator in the backside. But he's unable to generate the power required, and as a result, Senator is able to keep the hold firmly locked in. Dan immediately winces, as Senator sends out a victory cry, desperate to keep the hold locked in enough to finish the match off. But as always with Half Crabs, the victim is always more susceptible to escape the hold, and Dan slowly manages to pull his way across the mat. He isn't prepared to lose this fight, and he manages to claw his way across. Senator is beginning to lose balance, having to keep the hold and walk back at the same time, and eventually he's forced to release the hold, much to the delight of the crowd.
McNally: And Dan has reached the ropes! He's not out of this one yet
Senator gets back to his feet, and he's not ready to lose the current momentum he's got going for him. He allows Dan to get to his feet, and the Welshman certainly looks flushed. And in fairness, if you'd only wrestled two matches in the last two months, you're not going to be fresh in the ring. He climbs to his feet with the aid of the ropes, and staggers over to Senator. Phillips boots him in the stomach, before bouncing off the ropes. He catapults forwards at some pace, and goes for the Partisan Kick. But Dan manages to take a step back, proving to play possum. He takes Senator's foot, planting him with a Dragon's Screw! But Senator combats that still, using his vast leg muscles to flip Dan up and onto the mat!! The fans are commentators alike are bemused and excited at such a spot, a true indication that Senator is still one of the greatest technical wrestlers in ACW.
McNally: Fantastic double reversal there by both men! Edison: Indeed, but Senator still comes out on top!!
But the Dragon Screw still took a lot out of him, and so the referee begins to make a count. (1) Both men slowly start to stir (2), but it's not hard to recognise that the pair really feel that this is a match where (3) they cannot afford to lose. Senator manages to roll over, but he's still (4) on the ground, as he gets towards the ropes. Dan meanwhile (5) has awoken, and he too is trying to get to his feet (6). Senator grabs hold of the ropes, and manages to pull himself up, resulting in the referee stopping his count. Dan too manages to get to his feet, and at the same time, both men charge into the middle of the ring. Senator throws a Knife Edge Chop, but Dan blocks it off and responds with a stiff kick to the thigh. Senator responds with his own stiff kick, but Dan only responds with another one. With both men being experienced in kick-related moves, this could get extremely messy as they try to outdo one another:
Dan: *KICK*
Senator: *KICK*
Dan: *KICK*
Senator: *KICK*
Dan: *KICK*
Senator: *KICK*
Dan: *KICK*
Senator: *KICK*
Dan: *KICK*
Senator: *KI-BLOCKED BY DAN*
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:17:28 GMT -5
McNally: What a block by the Welshman! Edison: That could be the momentum shift right there!
There's a loud pop, as Dan blocks Senator's kick, and fires two hard kicks of his own. Senator's thigh is as red as a burning lump of coal, and Dan uses this momentum to throw Senator at the ropes. He plants Senator with a trademark Swinging Neckbreaker, but Dan isn't quite over. Senator is able to get back to his feet, but it's rather hastily done, and he walks straight into another Neckbreaker. Dan follows this up with the swinging of the hips, and hits a second straight Neckbreaker. This is ad hoc, with Dan hitting a third Neckbreaker, finishing off the trifecta of the Triple Take. As the third one lands without a hitch, there's a huge pop from the crowd. Dan appears to be wrapping the match up, as he gets to his feet, and winds his arm up. The crowd know what's coming next, and they hotly anticipate what surely will be the end of this match. As Senator meekly rises to his feet, he stumbles towards Dan. But before Dan can hit his finisher, Senator manages to toe kick Dan in the shins, in a rather dirty tactic. The fans immediately jeer as Dan cries out in pain, and begins to stumble across the ring, with Senator falling back, using the ropes to lean on.
McNally: Ooooh, now that was dirty by the Senator. Edison: Most unlike him!
Senator turns around, taunting the fans, before turning around and grabbing the now limping Welsh Dragon. He hoists him onto his shoulders, and drops him onto the ropes, so he's leering over. Senator runs over, with intent to plant the AIG KNEE, with 99.9% of the crowd in horror as Dan looks to be down and out. Senator leaps up, throwing his knee high in the air.....and hits nothing. And he looks surprised. But if Senator proved he's one of the most technical wrestlers ACW has ever had, Dan proves he's one of the most creative. He managed to get himself onto the ring apron, and as Senator turns around, the Welshman leaps up, Springboarding off the top rope, and grabbing Senator's arm, flipping him over and locking him in the FUJIWARA ARMBAR!! The crowd go absolutely mental as Dan thrusts the politician's arm back, and proceeds to lock the move in as good as anyone does, with the added extra of attempting to lock in the Headscissors that would leave Phillips incapacitated. But Phillips has studied his opponent excessively in the past, and he's unwilling to allow Dan to lock in this section of the hold. And as he holds him off, he also has to make it to the ropes, which in turn isn't going to be and easy feat.
McNally: The Fujiwara, one of the most feared moves in wrestling history! Edison: But Senator will know his stuff! He'll get out of this somehow!
Senator looks around, as Dan tries in vain to lock in the legs. Senator though uses his initiative, and manages to shuffle back a few inches, just enough to hook his legs on the ropes. There's a sigh of reluctance as the referee orders Dan to release the hold, and the Welshman rolls off Phillips. Both men manage to slowly get to their feet, but they're both clearly hurt and heavily in fatigue. They look at each other, and they're ready to grab hold of each other when...
*DING DING DING*
Edison: What the hell?
The entire crowd look at the referee in sheer confusion, but both Senator and Dan sigh, as they rest on the ropes nearest to them.
Philip: This match has reached its 30-minute time limit! Therefore, the result of the match is a Draw!!!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:17:48 GMT -5
As both wrestlers recover from their grueling contest, Dan White looks out across the ring, holding his ribs, but standing defiant, knowing that while he may not have won the shot at the ACW Title that his opponent managed to grab, but he still took him to his limit.
McNally: Both of these men should be proud of themselves for a match so well fought.
Edison: Yeah, really, Maxie, it's thisclose to Omega Effect, and they give the fans a match that's better than a lotta pay per view contests! That's ACW for you!
Phillips, holding the back of his head with his left hand, extends his right hand out in a display of sportsmanship. Dan looks around for a moment, unsure whether to accept the offered hand, but with a weary smirk, he shakes his head, apprehensive of a cheap shot from the malevolent Senator. For his part, Phillips takes a step, and physically turns White back around, again offering his hand. The Welsh Dragon again refuses to be trapped by a handshake...but neglects to watch out for another type of trap, as the Capitalists both slide into the ring, and clobber him from behind with a back brain lariat/knee clip combination.
Edison: Disgusting! I always knew the old man was going for something there!
The Senator immediately wails away with repeated stomps and soccer kicks to the head, while the Capitalists hold down White's arms. Phillips then calls for a microphone, and receives it.
The Senator: Look at this! Dan White, the man who defeated me at Omega Effect last year, who injured me for months before that with a cheap shot to my knee!
Phillips rears back and delivers another cringe-inducing kick to the side of his rival's head.
Senator: Dan White, pound for pound, one of the toughest in ACW history!
Phillips runs back off the ropes, and leaps into the air to deliver a crushing King Kong Kneedrop to the back of the head.
Senator: Well...look at him now! This man almost won Fallen Heroes, but now, he is merely the living embodiment of the event's title! Kalb, Fitsharris, lift him up! Lift him up well! Jake Steele, Mr. Champion, watch and learn, this is what happens when you cross Steve Phillips!
The Capitalists hoist Dan up to chest height, holding him by an arm and the seat of his tights, setting the Welsh Dragon up for an assisted AIG Knee...when suddenly...
McNally: It's Jake Steele! Jake Steele is here, and he's running out from the entranceway to make the save!
But before the champion can even descend from the stage, an imposing figure explodes from the shadows of the curtains, crashing into the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, blindsiding him with a tremendous shoulderblock, the impact of which sends Jake Steele plummeting off the stage straight to the concrete floor!
Edison: DAAAANNGGROUUUSSSS! That...that...can't feel good. Steele just got knocked right off his feet, right off the stage...
Senator: Hmph, I figured I would at least be able to get off the AIG Knee before you had to do that, Mr. Phenomenal!
Indeed, Chris Phenomenal gives a quick wave from the stage, as he stares down over his fallen target.
Senator: I do wish the champion could have been present and conscious to see this live, but in any case, my point has been made...
The Capitalists continue to hold Dan up, not without a little effort, and the look on Fitsharris's face displays their complaints better than any words could possibly manage. The Senator looks back over to the scene, and once more lifts the microphone.
Senator: That said, a well-stated point deserves an exclamation point to drive it home...
Phillips drops the microphone, and dashes forward, leaping up to connect with the AIG Knee, his knee crashing into the side of the Welsh Dragon's head, and this time, the Capitalists let him drop to the mat. Chris Phenomenal enters the ring as well, and watches as Phillips raises his hands in his classic victory pose.
Meanwhile, back below the entranceway, medics check on the condition of Jake Steele, and at the order of Dr. Trace Gibson, load the champ onto a stretcher. They carefully affix a neck brace and adjust his position as to avoid any needless trauma.
McNally: What we are watching right now is disturbing, yes, there have been many horrific scenes in ACW history, but one never grows entirely numb to viewing what could be the end of someone's career.
Steele is motionless through the ordeal, with the rising and falling of his chest being the only sign of life on display.
Edison: I agree, I love to see someone get decently busted up in the ring, like with what happened to Dan White, but when someone crosses the...wait, what's this?
Dr. Gibson waves for Steele to be moved back out of the ACW Arena, but as the doctors begin to wheel the stretcher away, the One Man Revolution blinks his eyes, and realizing his situation, rolls off the cart, ripping off his neck brace, and shoving several doctors aside, he instead gives one painful, fearsome look back to Phillips, Phenomenal, and the Capitalists!
McNally: Despite being blasted off the stage and being knocked out, Jake Steele stands resolute, and provided your name is not Steve Phillips, this is likely a relief...
It is this scene that ends our eventful program for tonight. Has Steve Phillips only awakened a sleeping lion? Is Steele's condition worse that it appears from his display of toughness? There is only but one show left before Omega Effect V, you surely don't want to miss this one!
Fade Out
End of Show
After match credit goes to Senator
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Rena
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Post by Rena on Jun 11, 2009 16:21:59 GMT -5
Good show! But how dare Jake dump my SISTAH!
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Post by xs3 on Jun 11, 2009 16:22:12 GMT -5
- Senatorial Stable 2009?! USE BLACK AND GREY FOR YOUR COLORS x3 - Freeman beating CP was lame. Lame lame lame lame. The ET series ends with a great promo and then... Lame. - Jack Jefferson continues to win. - XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD @ Bryce getting his manhood pwned by Rena. - Mystique is an awesome character. - For that P-P-P-Poker Face segment, I assume Dave and Train borrowed the name from that nigahiga video? >_> Great chemistry there. - lolololol Jake Steele, meet karma. Isn't there one more show left til OE? OHHHH SHIIIIIIII--
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Post by rep on Jun 11, 2009 16:31:11 GMT -5
Freeman vs CP: Horrible... horrible... horrible. Story killing match. CP winning that belt would have opened the next chapter in to his new character, needless to say he has to scramble now to even make this storyline remotely go anywhere near it would have had he won it.
CP: All of your segments were very solid and carried the story along perfectly, you either got screwed in that match or screwed it up by agreeing to that finish.
Jack Jefferson: You continue to give us very solid work but unfortunately you're doing a story with Lycos. Has he even promoed for your storyline yet? You could be doing better things with better people, hopefully you do soon.
Michael Smart: Same goes for you, you're finding your place here and still putting out humorous promos. Keep it up, please. We need more faces.
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Post by bryce on Jun 11, 2009 16:35:14 GMT -5
I told you so.
That is all.
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Post by rep on Jun 11, 2009 16:36:10 GMT -5
Ugh... please, Bryce. Cut it out.
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VorteX
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Post by VorteX on Jun 11, 2009 16:50:25 GMT -5
Freeman may have killed the ET feud momentum, but I will once again bring it back.
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Post by Andrew Black on Jun 11, 2009 16:58:06 GMT -5
rep you are forgetting someone in your critique of jack jefferson
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Jason Freeman
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jun 11, 2009 17:00:10 GMT -5
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