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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 15:10:53 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 15th June 2009
Prelude to Omega Effect V
Schedule of Matches:
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Jack Jefferson vs. Andrew Black
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The Royles vs. The Capitalists - No. 1 Contendership for ACW Tag Team Championships
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Baron Trotter vs. Jin
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The Senator vs. Jason Freeman
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Bryce vs. Dave Shadow
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Jake Steele vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune
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Apologies guys, but I've had the journey from hell trying to get home tonight, so I've only just logged in and I have 34 PMs to deal with. We'll get the show going as soon as possible, but this is unlikely to be before 10pm UK / 5pm EST. Sorry for the delay.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:29:35 GMT -5
It is the last show before Omega Effect V. It’s a full house; the crowd knows that tonight will hold its fair share of surprises, and they are eager to see things unfold as the first segment begins on the Alphatron...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:29:52 GMT -5
H E / S H E Credit: Msytique & RepThe scene opens up in Rep's locker room backstage with Baron Trotter taping up his fingers and biceps. Stan Vishis sits on the armrest of a sofa.Baron Trotter: Did you see that shit last week with that tranny throwing that shit in my eyes?Stan Vishis: Yeah, man... that was some funny shit.Baron Trotter: THAT SHIT WASN'T FUNNY NIGGA. I need to get that heshe in the ring so I could teach it some lessons on how to be a real man.Stan Vishis: I don't think you should do that. That's Christina's make up artist. You know how bitches are about their make up and shit. You know what would be hilarious? If you was in a tag team match against Christina and the tranny nigga.Baron Trotter: Why would I want to be in a match against Christina, nigga? Rep would fire my black ass if I did some foul shit like that.Stan Vishis: Just don't let the heshe tag her in! Didn't you notice how in ACW they have tag team matches where you have to tag your partner? That way, if you beat down the heshe, Christina will somehow think that it was her fault that she didn't come in and save her, you know? She has that wrestling shit going around in her head... she's trying to be a wrestler. You could get rid of the tranny AND Christina's wanting to be a wrestler ALL IN ONE MATCH, MAAAN! Shit is GENIUS!Baron Trotter: I think I'ma challenge it for OE. You wanna tag up?Stan Vishis: Nigga... I'm wrestling Vortex at OE. I ain't trying to do double duty. Who do I look like, Chris Phenomenal? Plus, Vortex is wrestling him earlier in the show anyway. Those two motherfuckers are gonna drain each other out. I'm gonna roll in all fresh and shit and I'm gonna be all "What now nigga?" and he's gonna be all "Please, Stan, do not hurt me!" and I'm gonna be all "Yeah, aight nigga. PLAOW!" Then the sexy bitches at ringside are gonna be like "Oh Stan, you so sexy!"Baron Trotter: Yeah, whatever, nigga.As the scene goes on, Mystique walks in to get herself ready before she works on Christina. Looking in the mirror, she slowly opens her makeup kits.Baron Trotter: AYO, HE-SHE! Since you trying to get all tough, I challenge you to a match at Omega Effect. You and Christina vs me.Mystique: Oh yeah? Just you? You think you can just fight us all by ourselves? mmm, no honey. You be needing a partner. And who will that be? Baron thinks for a moment, then looks around the room. He grabs Pistol Pete by the shirt and pulls him over.Baron Trotter: PETE!Mystique: Interesting. *smiles* I'll accept, baby. It looks like that little powder I threw on your face did a bit of good, though. Looks like the ugly is almost gone ... but that's the power of makeup. Baron Trotter: I think you need to put some more on then, horseface.narrowing her eyes, Mystique grabs her powder again, but decides against it. Smiling, she puts it back in her case and decides to lock her case shut. Spinning around, she lands one makeup kit across the face of Baron, knocking him to the ground in a daze.[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:33:10 GMT -5
===================== No mas‘
Chris Phenomenal ===================== The scene opens in the backstage area with Chris Phenomenal sitting in front of his locker room, his head bowed before looking up in the camera.Chris Phenomenal: Controversy surrounds my loss last week to Jason Freeman. Some argue that I got screwed, that Jason Freeman needed to resort to cheating. Others argue that I was too cocky, having bitten off a little more than I could chew, that I was involved in so many things and that hurt my focus in the ring. To be fair, I could lay the blame on a number of factors but that’s not the kind of person I am. I could go bustin’ down the door of Chairman Gingerdude, show him the footage of Jason Freeman’s feet on the ropes and demand a rematch. I could go and find Jason Freeman, wherever he may be and beat him down so badly that he misses his chance against Alicia Laureano which would infuriate him beyond belief and then give a shot at me in the arena, there’s a multitude of things I could do get retribution against Freeman, but I think the way I’ve determined is the best one.
You see I’m going to prove to Jason Freeman that he is nothin’, that in a fair fight in an ACW ring he can’t accomplish anything. I’m going to continue what I set out to do, and that’s to bring prestige to both the entertainment title and my name and I’m going to do it without breaking the rules of wrestling. I’m going to show Jason Freeman what it’s like to be a true star in this company, that those who break the rules in contests never turn out for the better. Look at The Senator, a law abider to the core, and where he’s gotten, Yoko Satoshi, Alicia Laureano, the all time greats in ACW all abide by the rules set forth in the ring, and henceforth I will join them, I will pave my path to the top and no one will be able to dispute the validity of such events, no one will be able to say that I don’t deserve my place at the top because I only got there by breaking the rules, something that I guarantee will happen to Jason Freeman, this is assuming of course that he ever gets his act together and reaches the potential he was said to have.
Now that the focus is off last week, I feel it is only fitting to remind everyone that in seven days, one week’s time I’m in two matches in one night, first defending my Entertainment Champion against VoteX, and then competing in the crucible match. Quite frankly it’s going to be the biggest night of my life, and it is in that regard that I have taken steps to ensure that it’s going to wind up being the most successful as well. My focus is on both those matches and not a day past, my singular goal is to walk out of Omega Effect V with the Entertainment Title around my waist, the crucible contract in hand, and my Senatorial contract in the other. That night is going to be the launching point of my career, the name Omega Effect will not apply, because it will not be the end, instead it is the Alpha, the beginning, the start of my climb to the top. Omega Effect V, is going to be one thing ladies and gentleman.
Simply Phenomenal.With that the camera cuts to black.(OOC: Sorry it’s short but rough weekend and this needed to be put out.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:33:45 GMT -5
"The Eddie Simmons Show" Credit: Danny Mainer Sat in a stuffy radio studio at about 6.30 PM is Danny Mainer and a young-ish looking white guy with short black hair and slim-trimmed eyebrows. Both men dressed casual just sit there nonchalantly as the song that's being played slowly starts to wind down. A guy outside of the studio signals to the dreaded guy who nods in according and he starts his radio show.Eddie Simmons: "Hello ladies and gents, you're tuned into Head Radio 105 with your host Eddie Simmons bringing you the hottest music and the best celebrity guests from around the world in the East Coast's hit radio show, The Eddie Simmons Show. The song we just heard was "What I Want" by Daughtry, fitting as I'd what I want now is to introduce you to my special guest at this time is high-ranking professional wrestler Mr. Danny Mainer. Danny, how're you doing?" Danny Mainer: "I'm great thanks, really. The flight over here was nice and the hotel had an awesome service and it's real nice to speak to the people out here on the East Side."Eddie Simmons: "Well great, now anyone who's ever seen Danny on Monday and Thursday nights knows that he's not exactly the most reserved of people and so I'd like to take the time to remind you that this IS a family show and we'd like you to refrain from foul language. You think you can you do that for me man?" Danny Mainer: "Sure, why not?"Eddie Simmons: "Alright, great. So Dan, here comes the obvious question. Omega Effect, the biggest pay-per-view of all time." Danny Mainer: "Mmhmm."Eddie Simmons: "You're going into a match. The Crucible ladder match. For those who are unaware of what I'm talking about it's a five man Ladder Match for a guaranteed title shot whenever they so choose it. It really is a certified way to earn yourself championship gold if you know how to apply an opportunity like that correctly." Danny Mainer: "Well yes, it is a massive gun to the head of any would-be champions and is a sure way to get leaps and bounds ahead of the competition but of course you could have it backfire and end up looking like the biggest idiot in history. So, yes, it is a great opportunity but with that comes great responsibility. You have to watch your back at ALL times because there are people out there who take desperate measures to take that opportunity away from you."Eddie Simmons: "People like Chris Phenomenal?" Danny Mainer: "Yeah, we've seen what he's like with that Entertainment Series just being a diversion for him to pump up his game while the others end up bogged down in the restrooms after an absurd quantity of laxatives, or wrestling a sweaty midget. He's a smart man, there's no denying that but the difference between him and I is that not only is he fighting three mediocre wrestlers and then the best in the business me, Danny Mainer. He's also facing off against VorteX defending his Entertainment Championship. VorteX is by NO means a push-over and whether he holds onto that belt or not, he's going to be easy pickings in that ladder match."Eddie Simmons: "I guess you're right but he IS a tough athlete, no stranger to competition and you have to wonder that with his height advantage and his ability to scale great heights with his agility he's got a great advantage stepping in amongst the ladders." Danny Mainer: "Yeah Chris may be bigger then me, but he's not as agile as me and he's not as well trained as me. Chris Phenomenal at Omega Effect is going to be new, irrefutable evidence to the classic axiom which states that no matter how many times you try it and no matter how many times you try to prove it wrong that there is no denying that the bigger they are, truly the harder they fall. The best part is, is that it's going to be me that brings his hopes and dreams crashing down from the top of that ladder. He may leave the ACW arena with the Entertainment Title, he may not, I can't guarantee anything about that but I CAN guarantee that he won't leave with The Crucible Contract and THAT is a scientific fact."Eddie Simmons: "Surely you can't be underestimating a man of that size though right?" Danny Mainer: "I'm not underestimating him at all. Even at his weakest, EVEN on his deathbed he'll be something to contend with but I've fought him before at full strength and out of his mind distraught at me trashing every last one of his posessions and even then after all that he STILL couldn't beat me with all of his glorious unbridled rage. I couldn't beat him either, it was a no-contest but at a fraction of his full capabilities and having to spread his motivation between keeping hold of that belt and THEN facing the four of us in that ladder matmch I flat-out don't think he stands a chance in Hell."Eddie Simmons: "Well what about Spitfire? What about Englishman Jonny Hughes?" Danny Mainer: "Ugh, don't even get me started on that man. I've been in the ring with him THREE times and he's failed to score the victory over me each and every time. Now, don't get me wrong I pay my respects to the greats of this industry but he has ACHIEVED NOTHING while I've been here. The first time I fought him? Yeah, alright I didn't win that match but he did he pin me? No, he pinned Jon Taylor after Taylor broke MY submission hold on Hughes. Hughes was a nanosecond from tapping and then Taylor had to stuff it up for me. Pah, his loss, he got rolled up for his efforts. Second time though I got into the ring with him however? That was a different story. Just me and him, NO distractions. What happened then? I kicked his head clean off and scored the victory. Vegas style."Eddie Simmons: "What about the third time?" Danny Mainer: "Well, same situation as the first. It was a triple threat match and I was on the biggest momentum shift of my career, things were only going up for me and I was ready to roll through anyone. So I fought a fat and out of shape Rattlesnake AND Jonny Hughes in a triple threat. Rattlesnake wasn't stupid enough to break my Submission attempt this time and Hughes tapped out like a little girl. Game over baby, so technically I hold two legitimate victories over him and he doesn't hold one over me and that is why he's interjected himself into my title match because he wants revenge for making him look like small on national television. Do you know what's going to happen Senor Simmons? I'll tell you what, it's going to happen again..."Pause.Danny Mainer: "And again."Another dramatic pause."Danny Mainer: "AND AGAIN until Hughes learns his lesson and finally realizes that before he can become as remotely popular or as talented as I am he needs to learn the proper maintenance and application of a toothbrush. If he can't even take care of those stanky-ass teeth of his then I'm going to take a sadistic pleasure in knocking every last one of them loose. Loose from that big flapping mouth of his which brags about how he's The Spitfire and how he's going to annihilate us all. Well screw that, I doubt he'll make it halfway down the entrance ramp before he gets gum disease and has to walk on home back to England. Maybe then he'll realize that a Wrestling Ring just ISN'T the place for a man of his calibre or lack there of."Eddie Simmons: "Strong words there buddy, now let's talk about Lee Homicide." Danny Mainer: "He's a backstabbing douche who uses all of his friends to get ahead. I don't think when it really matters on pay-per-view he's ever won and Omega Effect another loss is going to be stamped into his forehead. Next?"Eddie Simmons: "You really have nothing else to say about him?" Danny Mainer: "I eliminated him from the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. I crushed his dreams of main eventing Omega Effect once, I'll be damned if I can't do it again."Eddie Simmons: "Fair dues, now here's the question on everyone's mind. How did you react when you saw that reply and found that Ginger had pulled a fast one on all of you implementing not Dave Shadow but legend wrestler TNT into your big match up. How do you respond to that?" Danny Mainer: "In truth? I want to high five the man. I'll be honest, when you throw me into a match with Lee "Virgin" Homicide, Chris Phenomenal and Jonny Hughes you're in for a pretty dull match. I mean I could pull out every trick in the book and it'd only be a four star contest because I'd carry them all to superstardom. But now that I've got some star power in there, no matter how faded it may be it's another ass to kick which diversifies the fight AND with his former fame the old-school fans will buy into it and I'll make it extra clear I deserve to be World Champion when I end his career just as quickly as he decided to resume it. Just like Hughes, he can't get over the fact that his day in the sun is long gone and now it's time for me to crush him and let him deteriorate into compost. That way, I can take the dead remains of his career and use it to further amplify my own. At Omega Effect, I end TNT as WELL as the rest of the competition. Hands down, he has no hope."Eddie Simmons: "You seem pretty sure of yourself Mainer." Danny Mainer: "Of course I do, I'm the best Eddie. THE BEST. I have nothing to fear. Chris Phenomenal is a dirty gorilla from Harlem that will never make it any further then he is now. He'd be better suited going back home to Harlem and getting into street fights again like he's Kimbo Slice as it's all he'll ever amount to. Lee? Well ,if he even bothers to turn up to the match then I'll snap his legs. Hughes will have chronic tooth-ache which prevents him entering the match and I'll just brea Hughes like I've done time in and time out."Eddie Simmons: "Well that's your opinion of The Crucible and it's competitors, what do you feel about the International Title match?" Danny Mainer: "Why would I care about THAT? It's minor leagues, I've already had two successful title reigns with that belt. I don't care for another."Eddie Simmons: "Jason Freeman VS Alicia Laureano?" Danny Mainer: "Unless Freeman turns into Jason the Giant and joins Monstourage he's going down. I've seen what Alicia can do to a guy, it's worse then crabs. Believe me, I know."Eddie Simmons: "Family show Dan, keep the graphic images down please?" Danny Mainer: "Alright fine, I assume you want my opinion on the Main Event?"Eddie Simmons: "That would be useful, yes." Danny Mainer: "Well, it's anything goes. I think all of them have what it takes to win but I know I'd if I was in that match. I've beaten TK in competition, I've beaten Senator REPEATEDLY in competition and I taught Jake Steele every little thing our dear champion knows. That gives me the advantage over all three of them which is why it's just a matter of time until I reach the top. As far as who I think will actually win? I think it'll be Thunderkiss. I mean you heard he cut his finger off right? How many guys do you know that have THAT much motivation? He clearly wants it, badly and he own his first World Title in a match at much worse odds when he beat Andrew Hunter, BK London and then champion Jake Cheng to take the World Heavyweight Title. If he can do that, a Triple Threat will be a holiday for him. That's all I have to say on the matter. I think Thunderkiss will win, I know what he's capable of when he's driven and he's more driven then ever! EVER! However, it WILL be a close one no matter what happens. And no, I do not have a prefference on who I'd like to challenge of the three becaues I'm confident enough in my abilities to dismantle all of those men so I guess we'll just have to wait and see huh?"Eddie Simmons: "Well, thank you very much for joining us Mainer. Is there anything you'd like to say in closing to the world? Maybe a song request?" Danny Mainer: "I'm the King of the World, on the radio like Leo. If you're on the shore, then you're sure not me-o. With that said, I'd like "On a Boat" by The Lonely Island to play me out please."Eddie Simmons: "Coming right up, look forward to seeing you again soon Mainer. Good luck in The Crucible. Omega Effect, June 22nd available live on Pay-Per-View available from all good Box Office systems. Alpha Championship Wrestling, the best in the business. Now, for the Lonely Island." T-Pain's loud declaration of "SHORTAY!" hits the airwaves and Danny leaves the studio after shaking hands with Eddie Simmons, a great working relationship having been formed between the two as he leaves the studio to excitedly chatter with Raymond King as this segment draws to a close.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:35:34 GMT -5
Welcome Back, Welcome Back, Welcome Baaack! Rep Chris Phenomenal Lee Homicide Hitman of the Gods Jake Steele When someone goes missing for more than 24 hours, people become suspicious. They become worried, afraid even that something drastic could have happened. Police reports may be filed, and the authorities go on a witch hunt on the chance that that missing person will turn up sooner or later. Though, that isn’t the case with The Reprobate. He has been missing in action for weeks now, and besides a quick report of his possible whereabouts, there have been no wild hunts for him, there has been no chaos, and outside of his camp and the array of VorteX, there has been no questions. Pretty odd, yet at the same time it could be expected for a man who seems to carry as much hate on his shoulders as Rep. Even with that said, the people who did not seem to care will be put on notice, because tonight… he returns.
As the scene opens, we catch the opening of a door, and out from it steps The Reprobate himself. Adorned in his usual, common attire of ripped blue jeans, a black leather jacket and a “KISS” t-shirt underneath it, he begins walking through the halls of ACW as if nothing has changed, and besides a few broken bones here or there, nothing much has. He walks past a few wandering eyes, and he cares not to return the quick glances of those in the hallway, that is until he passes the locker room of a man whom he shares a brief history with, but a history nonetheless. The locker room of World Champion, Jake Steele. It more than catches his eye, as he walks into the locker room totally uninvited and stands at the door. Steele at first doesn’t notice, as he is polishing his prized world title, and talking to someone on his iPhone.Steele: Yeah… you clip him in the leg, and I take it from there. Then...Steele feels the presence of someone in his locker room, and he turns around to see The Reprobate. Upon noticing him, he ends the call abruptly and puts down his championship.Steele: What the fuck are you doing?Reprobate: What does it look like, I’m standing here. Am I offending you by standing?Steele: You can go stand somewhere else man.Reprobate: Still holding a grudge from a year ago? I've moved on, and you should too. Living in the past keeps us from doing anything progressive in the future.Steele: Oh, believe me, I ain‘t worryin‘ about the past, and my future is bright. Who the fuck is you to just stand in my locker room like you own something around here, I don‘t know you like that nigga. Keep on steppin‘ to wherever you about to go. I don't have time to chit chat, dig?Reprobate: You're right... you don't know me... and it seems that you also don't even know yourself.Steele stops and stares at the floor at his feet as Rep turns and opens the locker room door to leave. As Steele thinks about Rep's words, Rep stops and holds the door open. Outside the locker room, Hitman of the Gods sits on a table, in a conversation with an unidentified person. After being gone for so long, Rep craves drama, and since his stirring up of Steele has failed, he makes his way over to Hitman and interrupts the conversation.Reprobate: So you're the Hitman of the Gods? From what I've seen of your recent matches, you should have actually been dead instead of faking it.Hitman: Oh lookie here, we have a comedian. It's the Reprobate, everyone take notice and gaze at his in-ring skills. It's people like you that make me squash. I suggest you move along before I take you apart. Reprobate: Karma will catch up with you sooner or later.Rep turns away from Hitman and walks one door down the hall. He walks in to the locker room as the camera goes inside after him. The locker room seems to be populated majorly by rule breakers. Instead of prepping for their matches, the rule breakers usually hang out. A sea of evil faces sit around, namely Josh The Jersey Boy, Thunder Train, Bryce, and Dave Shadow. The locker room door slowly opens and in walks The Reprobate. Playful taunts arise from some of the locker room guys hanging around as Rep raises his eyebrows and walks over to his bags. He opens his bag and takes out his dirty old knee pads, as Chris Phenomenal, entertainment title over his shoulder walks over to Rep.Chris Phenomenal: So you‘re the guy who figured he was worth more than me, the guy who was some how able to upstage my signing bonus, get a few more breaks in his contract than I did.Chris chuckles a small bit as he extends his hand to Rep, and Rep reluctantly shakes his hand, seemingly attempting to get Chris to go away, who seemingly doesn‘t get the message.Chris Phenomenal: I’m sure…Rep stares back up at Chris, before dropping back down, this time pulling out a pair of boots.Chris Phenomenal: Alright, I’ll cut the shit. I haven’t forgotten the GWF, I haven’t forgotten the fact that you gave me a shot at your title and then was abruptly fired. I don’t know if you had any part in it, I don’t know if you had any say in the decision or not, but I’m not one to forgive and forget, and quite frankly, I don’t care for you in... or OUT of the ring.Rep stops shuffling through his bag and looks at the camera.Reprobate: A lot of people don't.Rep goes back to shuffling through his bags as the locker room door flies open and Lee Homicide appears.Lee: YO, EVERYBODY! STOP EVERYTHING! THE GIRLS JUST WENT IN TO THE SHOWER! THERE ARE ONLY THREE HOLES DRILLED SO WHOEVER GETS THERE FIRST GETS THE BEST VIEW!All of the wrestlers leap to their feet and fight each other to get through the door except Chris and Rep.i] Chris Phenomenal: Damn fuckin’ straight. I’m sure I’ll be seein’ you around though. Don’t get yourself killed either, I’d like that honor myself.Rep looks up at Chris who’s already turned his back on him, adjusting the title on his shoulder as he walks out the door heading in the opposite direction, things aside from naked women on his mind. He finds his roll of wrist tape and puts the knee pads in his back pocket, and puts the tape in his front pocket. He zips up his bag and turns to leave the room... but something near the camera catches his eye. A bench, with a magazine on it. Rep stares at it from afar for a good ten seconds and then slowly makes his way over to the bench. As he takes a closer look, the camera moves in to reveal Rep's girlfriend Christina on the cover of KING Magazine. Rep, who looks none-too pleased, picks up the magazine and opens it up. He begins reading her article and the anger continues to rise as he reaches the end, where she exclaims that she wishes to become a wrestler in the future. Rep closes the magazine, rolls it up, and sticks it in his other back pocket. He walks towards the door, stops, and in a sudden fit of rage, he picks up the trash can and lunges it at the wall, knocking over bags and other wrestler's property. He rips the door open and slams it on his way out, and we go to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:35:53 GMT -5
Back Home Rep We come back from commercial and the camera is in the Rep locker room, where Stan sits on the floor watching a Jake Steele match, Christina sits on the sofa, and Baron Trotter does some push ups. The door flies open and Rep storms in to the room, picks up a chair, and flings it in Stan's direction. Stan ducks and the chair hits the wall hard, then drops to the floor. Baron groans as Rep grabs one end of a coffee table and flips it completely on it's backside. Christina, sitting on the sofa, freaks out as Rep turns to her.Christina: What the fuck! Nigga, you know damn well that table was expensive!Rep seems shocked at her worry of the cost of the table as he reaches in to his back pocket and takes the magazine out. He holds it up, and Christina gasps.Reprobate: Do you care... to explain to me... WHY... YOU THINK... YOU CAN TALK ABOUT THINGS LIKE THIS?Baron jumps to his feet to hold Rep back as he gets a little too angry.Christina: Where did you get that!? I didn't think you would see that!Reprobate: YOU HAVE SOME MAJOR EXPLAINING TO DO!Baron holds Rep back and closes him in to the other side of the room. He seems to have calmed down a little.Reprobate: When did you do this?Christina looks down, like a child explaining themselves to their parent, knowing that what they did was wrong.Christina: When you were in New Jersey...Reprobate: YOU... HAVE NO SAY IN WHAT HAPPENS HERE! YOU! GET THE **** OFF ME, TROTTER. YOU! I TOLD YOU ONE YEAR AGO. ON JULY 30th 2008, THAT YOU WERE NOT TO BECOME A WRESTLER. YOU WERE NOT TO BECOME A WRESTLER!Baron Trotter: How do you remember the date?Rep lowers his head, being clipped against a wall by Baron, and nervously laughs. He takes a deep breathe and calms down.Reprobate: You told me that you wanted to become a wrestler, and I told you that you were never to step foot in the ring without me. Not only is it selfish, but it breaks up the greatest tandem to have ever come together.Baron lets Rep go and Rep slowly walks over to Christina, who backs up a little as Rep gets closer... and kneels in right in front of her face.Reprobate: You heard what I said. Don't disappoint me.Rep backs away, drops the magazine on the ground, and leaves the room. Stan finally finds the courage to get off of the ground and Christina begins to doubt herself. Suddenly, the door swings open and crashes against the wall... it's just JJB. Christina grabs her chest, Baron's head swings over, and Stan goes running in the opposite direction and dives behind the other sofa, thinking that Rep has come back for some ass whooping. JJB excitedly enters the room and shakes.JJB: Hoooo-Leeeeee SHIT, man! That Misino has some great breasts, dude. I love showers.JJB snickers and looks at a disgusted, confused, and worried Christina, and then Stan and Baron quickly begin to snicker as well, as we fade.Credits: Intro description: Jake Steele[/code]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:38:16 GMT -5
Eye of the Welsh Dragon Dan White, Senator Steve Phillips We are just one week to go. One week until ACW's biggest ever event. And one week for one particular participant to rise onto his top game. So it's no surprise when the camera fades in, and we witness Senator Steve Phillips training with the infamous Mr. Nobunaga, using up as much time as he possibly can to ensure that going into the Omega Effect V main event next Monday night against Jake Steele and Thunderkiss at the top of his game. But as he spars with Fernando Rodriguez of the Dwight Gym, he hears a familiar voice.??: PHILLIPS!!! It's enough to distract the former World champion, who turns around to a great pop, as “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White stands at the entrance to the gym. After the post-match debacle last Thursday night, it's clear that Dan may wish to seek some immediate revenge.Dan White: I have been looking for you! Just because you were unable to defeat a man who had only fought in two matches in two months prior to our contest, does NOT give you the right to attack me like you did afterwards! You have no right to do that! It's MY job to randomly attack people! Senator sighs, shrugging his shoulders at Tim Dwight before responding.The Senator: You petulant little thug, step aside and go about your little hooligan affairs! Unlike you, I have bigger and better things to do, and cannot be bothered by someone as yourself. Senator's words go right over Dan's head. He's heard it all before, and he's not going to let it get in the way of him.Dan White: Oh sure, bribe your way into the Main Event once again. Why don't you actually earn it for once? I got further than you at Fallen Heroes. It should be me fighting for that belt, not an aging tosser who had to take advantage of Gingerdude. Again. Phillips: You have to be kidding me, get out, stay out, and let me get back to my training! You nearly crippled me last year, and trust me, I would rather take ten boots to the knee before going through the negotiations it took to get this match! Dan White: Yeah, but you still made it to Omega Effect, didn't you? And what happened? Ah, yes, that's right. You got your arse kicked by yours truly. Phillips shakes his head, laughing at the Welshman, who is visibly angry.Dan White: And you can stop smirking. You know more than anybody here that I'm up for revenge whenever I see fit. And believe me, Senator. You better watch your arse, cos I will get my revenge. When I beat Hitman at Omega Effect V, you know it's gonna happen, and I get my new contract and...Senator looks at Dwight again, sighing and attempting to ignore the Welsh Dragon.Phillips: I have had quite enough of this. Can you please inform some guards, and have them remove this fool? Nobunaga: Dan White, you are a strong warrior, but often foolish, do remove yourself from the gym before I do so myself! Whilst this is occuring, Dan is still rambling on on the outside of the gym's ring, throwing his arms in the air as he rants, oblivious to the Senator's security guards who have arrived upon the scene.Dan White: ...and I should never have lost my Lightweight title in the first place, that's ANOTHER reason how Gingerdude screwed me over, and did I tell you about the time where I lost the Entertainment Title without even being pinned? I was screw-ah, crap. He looks over and see three security guards smashing their way into the gym, and cornering Dan. He tries a quick foot shuffle, before sliding into the ring, bypassing a slightly surprised Senator and Nobunaga, before sliding out the other side and escaping through the door, with the security guards following suit. Senator and Nobunaga both simultaneously shakes their heads.Phillips: A fool. Nothing more than a fool. Nobunaga: You will be nothing more than a sorry fool if you don't start throwing those kicks again! More snap, more accuracy, whoever trained you before wasn't worth a damn! The Senator obliges, turning to Nobunaga and aiming a perfectly executed kick to the outstretched padding on the trainer's hand. But With OE just around the corner, the last thing Phillips needed was to reignite old feuds.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:38:40 GMT -5
War [/color] Credit: VorteX [/center] Our scene opens up to a quaint little house on a hill where snow is falling around the house in a lackadaisical fashion, covering the trees and animals that reside around it. One can assume the wind is blowing as the snow drifts here and there, complementing the serene peace. Perhaps the strangest thing about this scene is the music playing; it is soft and mechanical however ultimately happy.
The camera zooms out on the picture, carrying us far away into this magical galaxy….or not. The more the camera pans the more finite the little world becomes, until it can be seen as nothing more than a musical snow globe. Outside of the lit snow globe is pure darkness, and the globe appears to be floating in mid-air. Suddenly low laughter can be heard, and the clicking sound of a string can be heard, and then a small light pierces the black void. Vortex steps into this light, completely hooded in black, so that one can only see his eyes.
Vortex looks up at the camera; seemingly calm on the exterior however, his eyes tell a different story. Pure rage fills them, and one can plainly see he is no longer playing around.Vortex: The obstacle…is the path. Chris, you have set many obstacles in my way…however, you have ultimately given me a path to success. Not only have you provided the path, you have provided the impetus to reach the end of the path by physically assaulting me.The globe in Vortex’s hand begins to shake. As calm as his voice sounds, Vortex is struggling to keep from losing control. Vortex: Chris, you do not seem to comprehend fully the magnitude of your attack. The more blows I take in the ring, the more I lose control. The man I am on the outside is being eaten away at what lies within. The globe in my hand represents what I am not. Are you lost? Let me demonstrate. With incredible force, Vortex squeezes the globe so that it shatters. Parts of scenery fly everywhere, as does some of the glass. The rest of the glass sinks into Vortex’s hand, immediately drawing blood. More laughter can be heard from Vortex, although the laughter is now on the verge of maniacal.Vortex: I’m losing control Chris…I’m losing control. Vortex looks at his hand and thrusts it away from him with force, making the shards that were embedded in the skin fly out and crash onto the floor. Vortex once again looks straight into the camera. Vortex: You see, I’m not going to wait for Omega Effect. This Monday on Warfare you will reap what you have sown. If you hide from me, I will find you. Vortex seems very agitated and looks down off camera, tugging at the hood of his cloak. While doing this he mumbles to himself…in Latin.Vortex: Aut vincere aut mori…..Vortex mumbles the phrase a few more times before looking at the camera once again. Instead of speaking, he grabs the camera, tears it off whatever it was sitting on, and brings it very close to his face, creating a distorted image.Vortex: Either conquer or die Chris...and I’m going to conquer! This is about my Entertainment now Chris, MY ENTERTAINMENT. And do you know what I find entertaining? PAIN. Vortex thrusts the camera down to the floor below causing the view to shake violently. The lens has cracked, making the now towering Vortex look like something out of a horror film. Vortex does not pick the camera up, yet speaks down at it.Vortex: Much like this camera, you will be lying on your back Monday. I will destroy you before the war at Omega Effect even begins. When Omega Effect does arrive, I will strip you of your title, for you are not fit to wear it. Without me…without me your little competition would have bombed. No one wants to see Ashton Kutcher, or pie eating contests. THIS IS A WRESTLING SHOW FOR GOD’S SAKES, NOT MTV. The view once again shakes as Vortex gives the camera a violent kick. It skids across the floor into the black depths of whatever chamber Vortex is currently in, and now Vortex appears to be nothing more than a far away shadow.Vortex: I’ve carried you for long enough Chris. You’re not Entertaining…you’re nothing more than a rat. You try to find every possible way to sneak in and steal another’s spotlight, and then call yourself Entertaining. A true Entertainment Champion would not have to steal other’s Entertainment…they make their own. That’s exactly what I did with your ‘challenge’, I proved that I can make an entertaining situation out of ANYTHING. The shadow moves closer, and picks up the camera. Those watching cannot see a thing now, as the light source is too far away. More laughter comes out of the darkness and then audible, poignant words. Vortex: Chris, you couldn’t even take the TV Title from Freeman. You not only let him kick you around like a girl and rub his stupid toy title in your face, YOU LAYED DOWN AND DIED; There was no momentum, nothing to explain why you crashed and burned badly, just some stupid excuse that you have ‘bigger things on your mind’. Come Monday, your downward spiral will continue and at Omega Effect I will leave you decimated and take the only glory you have left…that title around your waist. No laughter, no light, just silence. Vortex turns the camera to face the single light bulb in the room, flickering ever so slightly. Dust particles fly around the light lackadaisically, and the electric buzz it emits sounds like a sonic boom in the depths of space.Vortex: Ad lucem! The camera indeed flies towards the light, and shatters it…leaving total darkness. The sound of glass flying everywhere and maniacal laughter are all that is left to fill the void.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:44:07 GMT -5
“HIROSHIMA” Credit: XS3 & Thunderkiss 6/15/09 6:45 A.M. Thunder Mountain, San Fernando, California [He has had but just two weeks to recover/prepare and his progress has been amazing. Be that as it may, make no mistake about it, he is at a definitive disadvantage. There is not a second that passes that his wrist is pain free and while he can tolerate a high threshold of it, if his cast gives way Steele and Phillips will surely cripple him for life. That is the big picture. The smaller one (and less important one, according to Anna) is just as dire for he will be a one armed man trying to climb a mountain and no man has ever made it to the top of Everest with just one hand. At the summit will be the ACW World Heavyweight Championship and its going to be a long trek to get there. The morning sun casts itself upon California and one of her native sons, a very tired Thunderkiss. It seems just like he went to bed ten minutes ago and he has yet to clear the sandman’s sand out of his eyes. With his plane warming up miles away at LAX, he has not the time to lag about and hopes a hot cup of coffee will do the trick. As the caffeine mixes deeper into his blood stream, he places the last of his suitcases inside of his Porsche 911 with the help of his most unlike ally in his effort to recapture the ACW World Title, XS3. The last of the bags is packed into the trunk and there is nothing left to do than hit to the highway and say goodbye.] Thunderkiss: So this is it, huh?XS3: I guess so...[Awkward silence passes. These men are both good at a lot of things; expressing their feelings isn’t one of them.] Thunderkiss: You’re more than welcome to say as long as you like. The butler ought to be paid for doing something so don’t hesitate to keep him busy. Hey, you can even invite Christine down and the two of you can go check out the sights! The vacationers are bad this time of year but with your status you should go to the front of the lines in no time and if they don’t know who you are, just tell them that you know me! XS3: I appreciate it, bro. But right now, I'm guaranteeing three things for the second half of 2009: going to West Edmonton Mall, finishing the new record and spending time with my family.Thunderkiss: I guess if I were in your shoes I’d do the same. Right now I am itching to go back to the insane asylum just to be by Anna’s side again. To know she has been there alone the last couple of weeks fighting my battles hasn’t been easy on me and I shouldn’t be the one bitching. Damn that woman makes me proud. Real proud. [And now for the million dollar question, the one he has been hesitant to ask. Irvine has already done much for him; he doesn’t want to appear greedy. However, with the possibility of Road Steeler shenanigans from now until Omega Effect, he’s going to need all the help he can get.] Thunderkiss: Are you going to be at Omega Effect? XS3: Can't say that I will, to be honest. While seeing Jake Steele do whatever he wants lit a fire under my ass, I don't want to go back on my promise of retirement. Matt Irvine has just hung his boots up and they haven’t even had time to collect dust. I will be at home watching though and as my bandmates gather around the couch and my wife sits next to me, I'll have my son on my lap, pointing him out to the man that became ACW World Heavyweight Champion... which should be you.Thunderkiss: Fair enough. I can’t thank you enough for what you have already done. I was in a real bad spot there, Matt. Real bad. I thought it was all over but you’ve me a chance and for that I am in your debt. XS3: Don't expend too much energy. Trying to say that sounded like it took a lot out of you.Thunderkiss: You better damn believe it did.XS3: Your boot up Jake's ass is all the thanks I need, Thunderkiss. You taking his title would be the icing on the cake, though I ain't having any qualms if the Senator walks away with it.Thunderkiss *stern look*: ........XS3: Okay that's a filthy lie. Now get your ass to the airport. Not even the Worldbreaker can defeat the treachery of airline industry.[Thunderkiss pats Irvine on the shoulder, turns and gets ready to put the metal to the pedal. He has one foot in his car when all of a sudden - ] XS3: Hey Thunderkiss...Thunderkiss: Yeah?XS3: I’ll see you at the show.[The side of TK’s mouth lifts up in a smirk and he nods his head in approval to the Entourage motto. With a cloud of dust he speeds away from Thunder Mountain leaving both XS3 and California in his rear view mirror. While this saddens him to an extent, his heart is with what lies ahead. The countdown has begun and soon a bomb will be dropped on an island, the likes of which hasn’t been seen since Hiroshima.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:47:03 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 12: Close Call Credit: Andrew Black
September 20th 2008
Another Saturday Night, another rap battle in Detroit, and another victory for Jamol and his crew, once again over the Untouchables. But unfortunately for the celebrating crew, looks like another fight has brewed as words are exchanged the the members in the parking lot near Chill’s car. Nicole eventually catches up with the two group, stepping in front of them in to act as a mediator. Present: Nicole, move out of the way. Stop standing up for them just because you had a thing for their friend. You know the one that ditched them. He is probably in Chicago right now, fucking a new woman, hanging out with new friends. His life is a lot better without you guys. You couldn’t be more wrong.And couldn’t have been more cliche. I walk into the parking lot and walk over to join the group. Nicole exclaims and runs toward me and jumps on me. Good thing she is wearing jeans as she wraps he legs around my waist. I continue walking over, handshaking with Chill and Big P and then putting Nicole down so I can give Tommy a hug. Present: You bitch. Oh well, we all saw that shit coming, at least i got to tap that while I could. The reunion is over. I pat Chill on the back, and he is excited that he gets to stand back and watch with my younger brother. I step in front of Jamol to take point. He leans over my shoulder to get in my ear. Jamol: Mang, this aint yo battle no more. Stop whinning and let me help you.Jamol:: Haha, nice to see you back. The chit chat ends and, almost simultaneously, the two groups rush at each other. Present throws a punch, but I duck under it and move to Bull. He tries to grab me like a bear hug but I step around him. I throw a kick to his knee, but it doesn’t buckle. He starts wildly swinging his arms and I continue to back away until I hit a wall. One last punch final connects….with the hard brick wall. Bull grabs his hand in pain and I take advantage, now throwing his head into the brick wall. He falls to the ground and survey the rest of the situation. Present and Jamol are pretty evenly matched. But Big looks like he could use some help with the much smaller Untouchable lacky.
Big P is throwing hands wildly like Bull was and the kid is easily dodging them. Until I step in that is: without him knowing, I step behind him and push him forward. In his offbalanceness, Big P hits him. Two down, one to go. We both look over to see Present hit Jamol good, knocking him to the ground. He looks around to see the rest of his group down. And sprints away. Another battle won by the group. The gang groups together, Nicole immediately clinging to my side. Conversations start up as we all pack into the car and drive off into the night, reunited.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:47:21 GMT -5
R O U G H
[/center][/font] Credit: Mystique & Steele As the camera fades in, we get a glimpse at the champion Jake Steele walking backstage with an entertained look on his face. No doubt he is headed to the ring to view the upcoming match between Senator and Freeman, walking at an even pace.Mystique: Well, if it isn't the asshole, Chocolate Thundah. Steele: ...Can I help you?Mystique: My name is Mystique. I just listened to your girl, or ex girl, cry for about an hour over her little broken heart. Steele: And dat's my problem how?Mystique: Listen up and listen good, sweetcakes. I don't particularity like when guys do shit to my gurls. Steele: Oh, she's your girl now?Mystique: Honey, she be ma girl when I see her pretty little tears wetting the shit out of these makeup kits. Mystique turns to point to the makeup kits, acting as if they would be drenched in tears when Steele eyed them.Steele: Well you probably wouldn't understand why a guy does what he does. Oh, wait, my bad... you would understand dat.Mystique: Excuuuse me? Mnm honeypie, dontchu be talking to Mystique like you OWN the place. Steele: Look man, I ain't about to stand here and argue wit' some psycho drag queen who is clearly oversteppin' his, her, it's ... what da fuck do you call yourself?Mystique: I am Mystique, bitch. That's what I call myself. Steele: Right...Mystique: And don't you be givin me your little 'tude like I'll take it. I ain't your little wifey, though I guess you throw those ones away too. Steele: Aight, first off, dis shit ain't even none of ya business. And two, I have a match to watch. So if you would excuse...Mystique: I ain't lettin' you leave without giving you a piece of Mystique's mind. Ya hurd? Steele: Listen! Go tuck your dick in between yo legs and come talk to me in five, aight!?SLAPMystique: Don't you eva talk to Mystique like that again! Rubbing the cheek he was just slapped on, Steele looked at Mystique with an entertained look. Letting out a short chuckle, Steele wound back fast and suckerpunched Mystique right into her makeup kits. Powder and brushes flew about the room as Mystique smashed into the table.Steele: You want another one, you fuckin' disgrace! Mystique: JESUS H. CHRIST IN A HANDBASKET! You punched Mystique! Steele: Didn't think so... faggot.It is possible Mystique may have continued a brawl, but as Steele passed her on by it was clear she was more concerned about how her face looked post-punch. Checking herself out meticulously in her compact mirror, she discovered nothing was completely ruined. With a sigh of relief, Mystique began to put her kits back together as Steele faded away into the hallways.Mystique: So Chocolate Thundah wants to play rough, huh? Well that's just Mystique's style. [fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:48:05 GMT -5
Match 1: Jack Jefferson vs. Andrew Black (Credit: Jefferson) Jack Jefferson vs. Andrew Black Jack Jefferson
The next match is one that has people excited. So far Jefferson has been able to deal with LyCoS but Andrew Black has proven to be a continual thorn in his side. Last week Jefferson promised to deal with him but ended up laid out on the floor and with a sore head for his troubles. So, the matchup between Jack Jefferson and Andrew Black that has the fans on their feet the moment Philip steps into the ring to announce it.
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit.
“Stimulate” by Eminem hits the speakers and Andrew Black walks through the curtain to an extremely mixed reception. People don’t particularly like him but it seems there are a number of people in attendance who want to see him give Jack Jefferson what he has coming. Black seems in the zone as he walks to the ring, never once taking his eyes off it. He slides into the ring as soon as he reaches it.
Philip: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 205lbs...ANDREW BLACK!!
There is a pop as Philip announces Andrew Black but it is cut short by “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones hitting the speakers and replaced by boos. Jefferson smirks as he struts down the ramp, staring at Andrew Black who stares straight back at him unwaveringly. Jefferson rolls into the ring and the two men go nose to nose before the referee steps between them and pushes them away from each other.
Philip: And his opponent, from Manchester, England and weighing in at 219lbs...JACK JEFFERSON!!
*Bell Rings*
As the bell rings Jack Jefferson whips off his leather jacket, revealing that he’s carrying his crowbar. He then drills Andrew Black straight in the skull before he has chance to wrestle it away from him. Black drops like a lead balloon and Jefferson goes to work, stomping on his head as a trickle of blood emerges. The referee signals for the bell to end what is most likely ACW’s shortest match. Jefferson doesn’t care though, it’s blatantly obvious that he didn’t come here tonight to wrestle a match but instead he came to punish Andrew Black.
Philip: Er...your winner as a result of a Disqualification...ANDREW BLACK!!
From the back the ACW security team stream to the ring, they had most likely been on standby in case anything like this happened. They dive into the ring and proceed to drag Jefferson off Andrew Black then stand between them as Black rises to his feet and attempts to go after Jefferson. Smirking, Jefferson rolls out of the ring and walks backwards up the ramp, never taking his eyes off the incensed Andrew Black.
There is a cheer as Jefferson backs into a seemingly solid object, stopping him in his tracks. Jefferson turns slowly and his eyes widen as he sees LyCoS stood before him. It’s been a week since anyone has seen LyCoS, a week since Jefferson mercilessly beat and tortured him before dumping him in a lake. Jefferson, eyes wide like he’s seen a ghost, backs away from LyCoS but it seems that LyCoS has other plans. He charges at Jefferson, ploughing into him with THE PROWL and sends Jefferson tumbling backwards and off the stage. There is a dull thud as Jefferson crashes into the concrete below, followed by a shocked silence as no-one quite knows what to do. Everyone just stares down at the seemingly lifeless Jefferson until someone in the crowd begins a “He is died!” chant that spreads like wildfire. Suddenly everyone in the arena seems to be booming out the chat as EMTs eventually emerge from the back and rush down to help Jefferson, a stretcher and spinal board in tow.
They carefully roll Jefferson over and wrap a neck brace around his neck before cautiously lifting him onto the spinal board and lifting that onto the stretcher. While they are doing this the security team escort both LyCoS and Andrew Black out of the arena and take them to the back, ensuring they don’t attack Jefferson as he is warily wheeled out and to the ambulance.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:48:54 GMT -5
Segment: London Calling (Credit: ??, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the basement of the ACW Arena, in Mr. Nobunaga's improvised gym, standing off to the side, his expensive cell phone in hand. Phillips furiously clicks away at the buttons, until finally coming across the number that he had been searching for, at which point, he dials...and waits for the phone to ring again, and again, nearly closing the device in disgust before finally reaching a connection.
??: Hello?
The Senator: BK?
??: Who's this?
The Senator: This is Steve Phillips, you know who this is - you should have my number from years ago, back when I was recruiting Stable members, not that you ever answered the call.
BK London: Oh, I think I deleted it.
The Senator: Why in the heck would you do that?
BK London: You kicked me in the head.
The Senator: That was almost 10 months ago...
BK London: Yeah well it still hurts, is this an important call - or are you just around to remind me of my past concussions?
The Senator: As much as I would like to reminsce about our brutal encounters of the past - yes, this is indeed quite important.
BK London: Well come on and make it quick, what do you want? Raising taxes? You know, I had to hear it to believe it that The Senator was becoming corr-
The Senator: That is more than enough, I did not call you to have more unbased insinuations dropped in my face!
BK London: ...alright, just because I know you'd probably want me to sit through a long rant about your morals and your stance on issues and such. And I don't need all that C-SPAN talk right now...
The Senator: That I shall. Mr. London, from one former champion to another, I think we both have seen ACW in better shape, much better shape.
BK London: I don't watch the shows as much as I did in the past, since ACW is slowly filling up with B-Class talent - but yes, it was in better shape in the past, more specifically when I was around...
The Senator: Well, at least I am not working here in OCW...
BK London: Do you really have a point here, or are you gonna continue to throw cheap shots?
The Senator: Yes. I know you have been paying much attention, but your current sucessor to the title, Jake Steele.
BK: That loser as the championship? For the love of god Senator, the man can hardly read a book - or even form a sentence without butchering the english language by throwing in dats and bitches and izzles, how the hell have you let him run rampant around the fed with MY belt?
The Senator: It has not been for a lack of trying! Anyway, Steele has been making a series of increasingly disturbing accusations, and while I know he is attempting to play mindgames, what he is doing could potentially cause me long term troubles.
BK London: What? Did he make fun of yo fat ugly momma?
The Senator: ......no. He has gone further than that and questioned my character and has implied that I am racist, racist for hating his filthy guts.
BK London: ...well you did campaign pretty hard to stop Obama..but seriously, seriously, Jake Steele is just full of talk. The fact of the matter is, he's most likely saying it to get you riled up and getting into your head - truth is, you're probably not racist.
The Senator: Can I quote you on that, should the media pester me?
BK London: Sure, just don't make me say it in person, and don't let it get to your head. From all the advertisements here in New York City, you've got a big match coming up and this is your opportunity to dethrone that son of a bitch.
The Senator: Agreed, and I do believe that I shall teach him a lesson in respect, the hard way. Thank you for the help, your words may not have seemed like much, but in my case, they are a great help. I do wish you well in your current endeavors, whatever they are at the moment.
BK London: Just so long as you don't drop me on my head again and make me think I'm Kurt Angle, I'll do just fine.
Mr. Nobunaga: Phillips, get your tired self back here before I drag you back!
The Senator: Well, I have to go here, thanks again, I cannot state how valuable this conversation has been.
BK London: ...don't call me anymore....
The Senator: Excuse me?
And all that's left is a dial tone, which brought a brief smile to the face of Senator. He had forgotten about the quirky nature of his advesary from the past admist all the OCW things going on, and it brought him back to his Triple Threat match against himself and Wyvern at Omega Effect. While he didn't win that one, he sure as hell doesn't want lightning to strike twice. Phillips shuts his phone, only for Nobunaga to swat it out of his hand with a kendo stick, and prompting the Senator to leap back into his training, lest he suffer the same fate as his phone.
Fade Out.
(?? = BK London, if you hadn't figured out from the topic title, or his lines)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:49:40 GMT -5
It’s On Now! Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson is in a bed at the ACW Island General Infirmary and he’s finally regained consciousness. There is a bandage strapped around his head and he looks extremely groggy, yet the expression on his face is a serious one.
Jefferson: LyCoS! Tonight you made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life tonight, I will punish you for tossing me off that stage! When I’m done with you you’re going to wish you stayed in the wild and never even tried venturing into civilisation!
Jefferson scowls as he is talking and he seems to lose some of the grogginess as the intensity he’s speaking with brings forth some adrenaline to give him some energy.
Jefferson: Coming up next week is Omega Effect 5, the biggest show in the history of ACW! The biggest wrestling event in the history of this business in fact! Now, I see one huge problem with that event...Jack Jefferson isn’t on the card! This gave me an idea. ACW needs to be taught to respect me and so do Andrew Black and LyCoS! So, if either of you have the guts I’m challenging you to a Triple Threat match at Omega Effect!
Luckily the tumble I took tonight didn’t leave me with any lasting injuries. I was knocked unconscious as I crashed into the concrete floor but luckily I’m in exceptional physical condition. The doctors told me that I have a mild concussion and severely bruised ribs, but trust me it’s going to take much more than that to prevent me from teaching you the lesson you deserve! This triple threat match is going to steal the show, thanks to me, and I’m going to teach you both a lesson you’ll never forget in the process.
This won’t be any ordinary match though, no. No, I’m going to teach both you arrogant, vile bastards the meaning of respect. For too long you and ACW have disrespected me! No, it’s going to be No Holds Barred! If you guys have got the stones then I dare you to take me up on my challenge...and I guarantee you’ll regret it!
By this point Jefferson looks like his blood is boiling and the rage is taking over as he spits venom at the camera. He picks up the TV remote that is lying on his bedside table and hurls it towards the camera.
Fade to Black
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