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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:50:55 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 15 (Credit: Lee)
Scene opens with the rapid rapping of knuckles on wood. Fade in to see Lee knocking upon the door of the house we know as belong to Sammy. She answers the door to greet him, her face showing that she knows she’s got better things to do than while the day away with juvenile delinquents. However, this particular delinquent has shared a history with her that she can’t quite bear to let go of just yet.
Lee: ( feigning coolness ) Wanna hang out?
Sammy: You serious?
Lee: I got weed.
Sammy can’t help but break out into a thoroughly amused laugh.
Sammy: Always the charmer, weren’t you?
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Lee and Sammy sit on a set of bleachers overlooking a depressingly weathered basketball court. Sammy inhales a hearty puff from her joint, then passes it to Lee.
Sammy: So what are you going to do now?
Lee takes his own hit, then releases the huff of smoke in a disgruntled sigh.
Lee: Jesus, Sammy.
He hangs his head low as he shakes it from side to side resignedly.
Lee: You know, for the first time in, like, seven years, I’m having a cool time. I’ve been waiting seven years just to chill out with you. Do we really have to talk about this? Now?
Sammy: What else is there to talk about?
Lee: I dunno.
Lee hands the joint back to her.
Lee: Normal shit, I guess. Like you, for example. I mean, what are you gonna do now that school’s over?
Sammy: Going back east.
Lee: Why so far?
Sammy: The farther the better.
Lee: What about what’s-his-car?
Sammy: Do you really wanna talk about that?
Lee rolls his eyes in acquiescence.
Lee: No, not really.
Sammy: Good. Because it’s not worth talking about. Trust me.
Lee takes another hit. From the time the joint touches his lips until that concluding exhale, he struggles to decide whether or not he actually wants to know the answer to this next question.
Lee: But you really like him, huh?
Sammy shrugs.
Sammy: He’s all right. He buys me nice shit, does whatever I tell him.
Lee chuckles in amusement.
Sammy: He’s kinda lame, to be honest. He thinks he’s super fine.
Lee feels his spirit quietly rising.
Lee: Why are you with him, then?
The girl sighs hugely.
Sammy: I dunno. Just trying to have fun.
She’s suddenly itching to change the subject now.
Sammy: What about you? Met any nice girls?
Lee: You mean free nice girls?
Sammy playfully slaps him across the arm.
Lee: ( instantly serious ) Come on. You know there’s only one girl for me.
He stares at her with intense affection. She struggles not to meet his gaze.
Lee: Problem is...
Impish smile from Lee here, obviously intended to goad her into recklessness.
Lee: ...she’d never have the guts to make a move.
Much to Lee’s shock, Sammy lunges forth and pecks him on the lips. Every fiber of Lee’s body is completely dazed for a solid moment.
Sammy: I think it’s time for me to go now. I’ll see ya.
She rises to her feet and marches out of the scene. Lee can’t find the ability to speak until she’s well out of sight.
Lee: See ya.
There then comes a steady ringing from Lee’s pocket. He fishes around for a second, then retrieves his beeper. All he has to do is read the screen, and his jovial mood is instantly dashed. His shoulders slouch and he hangs his head as he expels a powerful sigh.
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Lee approaches a metal door in a filthy back alleyway. Piles of garbage are strewn about the street. Gaudy graffiti litters the decrepit brick wall. Puddles of mysterious cloudy liquid dot the potholed concrete. Only a few scarce beams of light from the streetlights manage to reach into the crevasses of this literal wasteland. He knocks on the door, which echoes hollowly in the cramped confines of the alleyway.
He waits a few moments for a ponytailed guy with a handlebar mustache and red tracksuit to greet him.
Handlebar: Hey, who are you looking for?
Lee: Uh...
It’s quite obvious this was not the guy Lee was expecting to first see.
Lee: I dunno, I just--
Roy: Hey, it’s cool, man.
Lee extends a hand to usher Lee into the building.
Roy: Welcome back, Lee. Good to see ya.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:51:31 GMT -5
Segment: Power Credit: Jake Steele
Jake Steele has created a target on his back. And this target is not one that can easily be shot down, no, this target has many barricades around it, and for you to even think of being able to shoot it down, you’ll need an army or you’ll need to have an army at your disposal. While Steve Phillips may not have as large of an army as he once did, he still has the right men working for him. Chris Phenomenal being one of those assets. Outsmarting the clever champion, he sent Jake Steele packing and his destination was a crash landing onto the concrete floor from off of the stage ramp. Having plummeted to what was supposed to be his “fall from grace”, Jake Steele knew on the very moment that he was being carried out onto that stretcher that he needed his own set of men. Or rather, he needed a man. One man who had as less remorse for his harsh actions as Steele himself. One man who was just as ruthless as he, and one he knew that he could trust to carry out on the mission he had placed out for himself a few weeks ago. One man… who could align himself with Steele, even if for only one night. And who is that man, you ask? We don’t know, but we’re about to find out as the scene opens, we catch Kevin Anderson backstage, following the further mentioned events of this past Thursday’s Meltdown. He seems to be looking for someone, the camera following him as he explains his situation.
Kevin Anderson: Kevin “The Internet” Anderson here! And I have just gotten word that World Champion, Jake Steele has made his way backstage, following that tremendous shoulder tackle by Chris Phenomenal which sent him crashing and burning to the floor below! I - there he is!
Kevin finds Jake Steele, stumbling down the hallway, clearly ignoring “doctors orders”. He can hear the footsteps of Kevin behind him, and knowing it’s him he doesn’t react as he would to any other footsteps, and continues walking to wherever he plans to go.
Kevin Anderson: Steele, man, what are you doing right now? That was a pretty hard fall you took, and not only did you ignore the order of the medics but you’re walking around backstage like everything is fine. You have to be in some pain, so what are you doing, man?
Silence. Kevin holds the microphone out, but he isn’t going to get a response. A normal interviewer would recognize this as a sign to give up, but Kevin is persistent! …And he’s pretty much a fucking idiot. So he tries again.
Kevin Anderson: Uh, Steele, come on man. I need something to work with here. You being silent isn’t going to help me, dude.
Stopping, Jake Steele takes a deep breath and he gives Kevin ‘something to work with’.
Jake Steele: You want somethin’ to work with Kevin? How about this, I just got football tackled off of a fuckin’ stage, thanks to some idiot who doesn’t know even what he got himself into! Phillips hired a man who wants to be me, he wants what I have, that’s obvious. Chris Phenomenal has been tryin’ to fight me ever since he signed his contract to ACW, and when we went face to face - I choked his ass out! He can sneak attack me whenever he wants, but he knows he can’t handle me one on one. But that’s not even why I’m back here, I’m here to find someone. So let me do that, aight?
Steele keeps on to find whoever exactly he’s trying to find. Kevin looks confused, and he wants to know more, so he continues to follow Steele until he reaches a locker room. Kevin tries to peak over and see the name on the door, but he can’t. Steele knocks on the door and when it opens, the man that stands before Steele is none other than… Jason Freeman!? Steele and Freeman stare upon the pair of them, the two storied rivals trading a sharp glance between the other.
Freeman: Step inside...
Freeman calmly steps to the side and lets Steele inside the locker room. Kevin looks surprised, to say the least and as he jumps in to get a word from Freeman, but the door slams on his face before he can get even a letter in.
Kevin Anderson: …Well… uh, I’m clueless here as to what we have just witnessed here. This has been Kevin Anderson, and I am the "Internet"...
Fade
Additional Credit goes to Jason Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:51:46 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Kicking it Old School (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Saturday June 13th 2009
Jonny: Come on Gooey stop being so worried.
Gooey: Excuse me? Did you seem to forget that a pizza delivery guy attacked you? Or the stock boys that attacked us both in the produce section?
Jonny: But you seem to be forgetting that we both took care of those assholes. Oh and you remember the blonde and brunette that we saw that were impressed by how we dealt with them. They were impressed and SUPER HOT!
Gooey: Yea…they were.
Both men sigh with a smile on their face as they reminisce about that day.
??: Excuse me, but are you going to pay for something or not?
As if that sentence brought them back to reality Jonny begins to talk again.
Jonny: Besides, these are the best years of our lives, lets just live them and have a blast.
Gooey: …
Jonny: Come on Gooey! We’re Go – Karting! What’s there to not love and enjoy?
Gooey sighs and has a small smile emerges on his face.
Jonny: That’s the spirit. Alright ticket taker dude, we’ll have 3 laps.
“The ticket taker dude” as Jonny so called him punches it in and the two pay for their laps. As Jonny and Gooey take their helmets and walk to the track people point and mumble among other karters in the outdoor arena. Jonny smiles and does a little gloating.
Jonny: That’s right guys and female guys it is us! G-Unit doing what we do best…besides wrestling…go karting!
Gooey face palms trying to cover his face but it doesn’t really work as they have been exposed. Gooey quickly puts his helmet on and hops into a go-kart. Jonny gets into one too and waits for the ok to drive off.
3…2…1…GO!
With the two of them off and away Gooey soon realizes that Jonny was right, this is a good way to relax and forget about the problems that they have been recently having. Gooey feels a bump on the back of his go-kart and expects it to be Jonny who is just playfully nudging him along so he thinks nothing of this. However the nudges get more and more aggressive and Gooey soon realizes that as he turns back he sees an angry fan of theirs apparently who puts his thumb across his throat and motions to Gooey that he is a dead man. Gooey gulps hard and looks over to his left side where Jonny happens to be luckily.
Jonny: I got it handled Gooey!
And with those last words Jonny drops back and Gooey watches the action in his side view mirrors that are on the go-karts. Jonny gets side by side with the man and the man then focuses his attentions on Jonny but Jonny isn’t scared. The two share bumps from each other, however Jonny has the last word as he is able to fish-tale the go-kart sending the man and his go-kart crashing into a fence and a barricade of tires.
Jonny moves back up side by side with Gooey as they both breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately though for the two of them, there seems to be more trouble coming their way as they get three other guys on their trails, with the three men pattern (man, Gooey, man, Jonny, man) they look over at each other a little worried but after a moment they both seem to get the same idea as they both put the breaks causing skid marks and smoke rising up from their tires and making those other guys fly off the tracks and crashing into each other.
Any sane man would get off and out of the go karts after these two events but not these guys, they finish their three laps with another two events that they luckily made out of in one piece and as they hop out of their karts they see more people coming towards them. But these guys they don’t stick around for. They hop into the car they came in and drive away.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:52:19 GMT -5
Angry Man is Angry Dan White, Hitman of the Gods There has been a bit of controversy surrounding one particular match for Omega Effect, regarding a match that was set up last Monday night. But due to the unavailability of certain wrestlers for that show, we have been unable to witness the progression of the feud, as Dan White and The Hitman of the Gods prepare to battle in what is a late, yet crucially important fight. As it is, Dan White must win the match, otherwise he is never to show his face in ACW ever again.
“Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits, and there's a huge cheer as Dan White walks out, in a rather simplistic manner. There are no pyros, no fancy lighting effects, just a man and a microphone. He marches down the ring is a casual attire, wearing a black open leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, and dark jeans. Upon entering the ring, he allows time for the crowd to hushen and his theme music to fade, before addressing them.Dan White: Well, Hitman. It appears like we've got more than just a match to contend with now at Omega Effect V, doesn't it? Last Thursday night, a show I was unable to attend to due to losing my bloody passport, which I later found behind the sofa, you pretty much bad-mouthed me to the point that it has completely undone every single gesture of goodwill and honesty that you have ever given these people right here. You have single handedly sold your soul, not to the devil, because I see Gingerpubes as nothing more than a rat. But you have sold yourself out to get what you want for your girl. You know what I have to say to that? You're nothing but WEAK!!! Crowd: WEAK!! Dan pauses, smiling as the crowd interact.Dan White: And as you can hear, these fans wholeheartedly agree with me. And I do not take kindly to people selling out in order to get what they want, especially when they're selling out at the expense of ME. So Why don't you get your tall fat arse out of here, so we can talk things man-to-man. There's a pop, as a clearly irate Dan and the crowd turn their attention to the titantron. It looks like Hitman has got some explaining to do, as everybody expects to hear his music. And sure enough, “Fear” by Heaven & Hell hits the PA System, and there's a massive pop as the massive superstar walks out, without his entourage (or Monsterage lololol >_>). Instead, he stands at the top of the titantron, and addresses to Dan.Hitman: Shut your mouth right now. And don't you EVER talk to me about selling out, Dan. You're not exactly an outstanding citizen yourself. Several “oooh”s emitting from the crowd, as Dan shakes his head.Hitman: Yes it's true. I technically 'sold my soul' for the sake of my girlfriend. That's because I care about her. What do you care about? Selling out your entire career for the sake of earning a few extra bucks! There's a massive pop from the crowd, as the pressure begins to increase between the duo, with Dan responding.Dan White: Well that might well have been the case, Hitman. But that's the reason why for the last 15 months, I've been trying my damn hardest to change myself! You know, I'm wrestling you at Omega Effect V in a week's time, and I'm not even getting a paycheck for it! I'm doing it sheerly out of the fact that I need this match, and I need these fans, and the last thing I need are people cashing in at my expense! The crowd then turns on Hitman, and Dan smirks as the man-mountain is forced to respond.Hitman: Well Dan, I would like to see you do things that would be seen as an unruly deed for the sake of the people you love. I don't think anyone on this entire planet can say that you've done a good deed to a women. I mean look at your 13 year old son. You impregnated a girl at that age and then just left her! The crowd then turns again on Dan, who is visibly angered at Hitman bringing his family into the equation.Dan White: Hey man, leave my fucking family out of this, unless you want to stop being a coward and you get your arse down that ramp, into this ring, and we settle this before Omega Effect V even comes close. There's rising cries from the crowd of anticipation, as the camera focuses on Hitman. But he shakes his head with a smile, making it clear that nothing of the sort is going to happen tonight.Hitman: No no, Dan. I'm not going to be doing that. There's boos, but more of rejection rather than at Hitman himself. Dan shakes his head with disgust, placing his hands on his hips.Hitman: But believe me, I'm doing you a damn big favour here, Dan. Omega Effect V might be a week away but I'm sure you'd rather you didn't get into a fight and risk missing it. Because I will shove my foot so far into your face that you won't be waking up until Omega Effect Fifty Five. And I'm sure you'd rather wait a week before knowing your fate than losing everything in just one night? And fate will hold in store for you a gruesome end to your tainted career... And you will... FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL... Hitman and Fans: THE WRATH... Hitman: OF THE GODS. Dan grits his teeth and scrunches his face. He's almost thinking about going up there himself and starting the fight, but reality appears to set in. Rather than going in for the fight, he decides not to bother, and he takes a couple of steps backwards. Hitman sees this as a sign of Dan backing down, and so nods his head as “Fear” hits the PA System again. Hitman makes his exit, much to the chagrin of the Welsh Dragon, but there was little he could do, as this feud heats up a bit more.
But what more could happen in the rest of the night?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:52:58 GMT -5
Visiting Hours are Over Jack Jefferson
Outside Jack Jefferson’s room he watches. The room is dark and Jefferson is tossing and turning as he tries to get to sleep. The door creaks slowly open as he walks into Jefferson’s room and it clicks closed as he cautiously shut it. He stands over Jefferson, watching him without saying a word.
Jefferson: What do you want Tommy?
Tommy Fingers chuckles to himself as he realises Jefferson knew of his presence all along.
Tommy: Still sharp as ever, eh Jack?
Jefferson: That doesn’t answer my question Tommy. What’re you here for?
Tommy: What do you think? I’m here to check up on you, make sure you’re alright.
Jefferson sits up in his bed to face Tommy, wincing as he props himself up. Tommy looks concerned until Jefferson is able to make himself comfortable, the look of discomfort removed from his face as he sinks into his pillow.
Jefferson: Mild concussion and bruised ribs according to the doc. My shoulder’s a bit sore but apparently it’s nothing serious. Now cut to the chase, you’re not here on a personal visit.
Tommy: Yeah, you’re right. Terry sent me to check if you’re still going to be able to...you know...live up to your end of the bargain.
Jefferson: Heh, I thought as much. Well you can tell Terry that he needn’t lose any sleep. If I can take on two men in a No Holds Barred match at Omega Effect I can sure as hell do what I said I would.
Tommy: *smiling* That’s the Jack we all know and love. You never could keep you down could ya Jack?
Jefferson: So they tell me. You want anything else?
Tommy: No, that’s all he sent me here for.
Jefferson: Good, now you can fuck off and leave me alone. If I’m gonna get anywhere near healed up I’m gonna have to rest up. A week isn’t exactly a long time and I’ll need clearance to compete.
Tommy doesn’t bother arguing with Jefferson, in fact he agrees with what he’s saying. He will need to rest up if he’s going to be at his best at Omega Effect and he’ll damn sure need to be at his best if he’s going to help Big Terry pull off what he’s got planned.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:53:43 GMT -5
“DISOWNED” Credit: Senator & Thunderkiss [It was a decision that didn’t come easy. All weekend Anna Sommers-Joseph could not make up her mind as to if she should return to work this Monday. One half of her subconscious reminded her of the hostile environment that put her out to begin with while the other told her she cannot hide from her problems forever. In the end the later won out and here she stands, rebellious to all who would rather both her and her husband be anywhere else but this arena. Speaking of those people, it does not take long for her to bump shoulders with one of them. As her duties carry her out of her office into the reception area, she runs smack dab into Steve Phillips, an individual who appears very amused by her presence. It is as if he has taken a liking to making her life as difficult as possible, a task that grows easier every day with Thunderkiss out of the picture.] Grindhouse: I’d say funny seeing you again but it actually wouldn’t be the truth since this is turning into a daily routine. You do know stalking is against the law, don’t you? Oh wait a second, that’s right, you’re above our silly little legal system aren’t you?The Senator: Anna, back to work already? I would have thought you would be taking an extended leave collecting welfare off the taxpayers hard earned money after that vicious attack you suffered last week? Grindhouse: No, I am putting my own health and quality of life at risk so I can make money for my father. You know, capitalism at its finest. Say, that’s a pretty big smile on your face, honey. Life is treating you well I take it?The Senator: Most certainly, Anna, having a job that allows me to shape the people of my country...and serving in the Senate, can it not get better than that? I am quite well off, and cannot think of anything I need, besides the title currently around the waist of Jake Steele. Grindhouse: Besides some class and integrity? You got me! Anyway, we’ll see if you still have that smile on your face later on tonight.The Senator: If you plan to lessen the weight of my pocket book again, Anna, let me save you some trouble. I was just chatting with your oh-so-delightful father, and he agreed with me that your pesky little fine was completely out of order, and he ordered the forced payments to be rendered null and void. However, as much as I found the fine to be unfair, I liked the idea behind the donation, and decided to take the money, instead contributing it towards National Review magazine, the finest conservative publication in the nation. Grindhouse: How could he? But - you hit me?!The Senator: Technically, I only put you in a counter submission hold, and held back at that, but even that was after you acted like nothing less than an enraged savage, but Anna, such behavior seems to be quite common anymore. My response was, so to say, considered an act of defense, 500% so. Now what was it that you were saying about my smile? [He has dealt her a most devastating blow but she will not bow or keel over. Instead she holds her ground and will most undoubtedly make her husband proud when he hears of this tale.] Grindhouse: That it’s going to be wiped right off your face, you smug bastard. The Senator *laughing*: You have spunk, kid. You just do not know when to quit. I suppose in that regard, Anna, you and Aiden are indeed made for one another, for better...no, for worse. [Phillips’s arrogant laughter follows him as he exits out of the executive offices and beyond. Now left by her lonesome, Anna fumes over these new revelations. Since the moment she walked into the building today she has avoided all contact with her father in fear she might say or do something she’d deeply regret. It was bad enough that he allowed her to get pummeled by Steele, but to let Phillips off the hook for his digressions? Unacceptable, and it’s high time he got a piece of her mind.] Grindhouse: Father![One would think if your chamber door flew open and someone stood angrily on the other side they would command your full attention. Ginger doesn’t lift his head up from his paperwork. He does, however, raise a hand and makes it most clear that his daughter is to talk to it.] Gingerdude: Once I see a daughter that I can recognize then I’ll give her all the time in the world. Grindhouse: Now wait just a damn - Gingerdude *interrupting*: Until then I do not have time for riff raft. See yourself out. [In recent weeks Anna has been put in a Hammer Lock and taken a Full Nelson. The pain she felt then does not compare to that of which she feels now. With just three sentences her father has managed to pull her heart right out of her chest and she cannot even bear to be in his presence. Retreating back to her own office she slams the door shut behind her and begins to weep uncontrollably. She has endured much during Thunderkiss’ absence and has tried to remain strong but with his opponents ganging up on her by the minute, she is starting to crack under the pressure. If only he was here, if only he’d make things right. If only - ] “Hey.” Grindhouse: ....!“No more tears. A pretty girl like yourself shouldn’t cry.” [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:54:36 GMT -5
Match 2: The Royles vs. The Capitalists - No. 1 Contendership for ACW Tag Team Championships
Match will be posted shortly.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:55:04 GMT -5
===================== I Get Money Like G-Unit
Chris Phenomenal and Senator ===================== Last week The Senator was able to get one up on Jake Steele, even faster than he expected as Chris Phenomenal decided to knock Jake Steele off the stage. No good deed goes unpaid, especially around Senator as our scene opens in his office inside of the ACW Arena with a knock at the door.The Senator: I am quite busy at the moment. If you would care so much as to return at a later time, that would be very much appreciated. Although Senator would appreciate a lack of disturbances as he catches up on some work he has been pushing to the side in his pursuit of ACW gold, Chris Phenomenal is not one to wait as he opens the door and strolls in.Senator: It is quite refreshing in this time and day to see such things as common courtesy be upheld. Chris Phenomenal: Ya, I’ve been told I’m quite the gentleman.The air in the room goes heavy for a few seconds before the tension simmers to a halt.Senator: I am certain you did not come here just for menial conversation, that is not your should we say style. Chris Phenomenal: Sure as hell it ain’t, I just came by to see what we planned on doin’ tonight. I mean even I know Jake has somethin’ planned for us and I ain’t one to stand by and let myself got attacked.Chris stands waiting impatiently for a second as Senator adeptly flicks his pen across a ruled sheet of paper, finishing what he was doing before looking up at Chris with a smile across his face.Senator: We are going to do nothing. Absolutly nothing. Chris Phenomenal: What d’ ya mean nothing?Senator: We are going to sit back, relax and let time do as it will. Chris Phenomenal: So we’re just gonna sit back and do nothin’Senator: That is exactly what I said, approximately...ten seconds ago. Chris looks at Senator confused, before pulling out the chair and kicking back in it, sending it onto two legs as Senator looks on a little peeved.Senator: Chris, I did not hire you to think. I hired you to ensure that I had extra protection against the likes of Jake Steele, and anyone else who wanted my head on a silver platter. Now, with Alicia, I am very confident that she not only knows how to handle herself, but will demonstrate to Steele just how inadequate his skills are against a true ACW veteran. Chris Phenomenal: Wait, are you sayin’ AK’s on the payroll too?Senator: No, in all my years of dealing with Mrs. Laureano, she has never been one to be bought out. She is as I am, an indivdual looking out for her own ideals, no matter where they may take her. The Senator ducks down out of sight as Chris Phenomenal has his hand in the pocket of his hoody, the bulge showing that he does not fully trust Senator himself. Chris fears are alleviated however as Senator instead pulls out five rolls of bills.Senator: Ten thousand American dollars for you to use however you see fit. You can buy yourself new shoes, new outfit, in fact I know a fine tailor in Washington you could get an excellent suit from for that amount...something that I always offered to my Stable members in the past. Or if you are more into philanthropy I am sure there is something worthwhile cause around Harlem that could use a portion of this money. Chris looks at the money, impressed but not in shock. Throughout his past he’s been in contact with much more than that. Senator looks at Chris before nudging it a little closer.Senator: Go on, take it. You earned it after what you did to that slimebucket motormouth, Jake Steele. Chris Phenomenal: I ain’t takin’ ya money Phillips, I’m well off enough without it. I’ve seen the things money can do to a man and I don’t want that happenin’ to me. Ya can keep it, all I want is that title shot after you win. I‘m a wrestler first and foremost, I‘m sure that‘s something you of all people can understand.Senator looks at Chris as there eyes lock for a moment. Senator trying to get a read on Chris and yet throughout all his years in the business he has never come across someone as conflicted as Chris Phenomenal.Senator: I understand the latter portion of what you suggested, however I fail to see where this money could not come in handy for you. I have no need of it, I have made a fortune in both this business and my political career. In fact it would go against everything I stand for to take the money you have worked hard for away from you. Chris Phenomenal: Look Phillips, I don’t care what you do with it, and I’m surprised you’re still worried about morals, I thought you’d passed that about ten miles ago. Never the less if you can’t take the money, use it to light your cigars.Senator: I do not smoke. It is detrimental to my health, and I prefer not to let addictive substances tell my body what to do. Chris Phenomenal: Alright then, flush it down the toilet, throw it out the window, by a hooker a piece for the capitalists I don’t care. For all it matters donate it to the United Negro Scholarship Fund.The air goes heavy as Chris, oblivious to what has been going on over the past few weeks with Jake Steele and the Senator has placed Senator into a poor position. Senator takes a second to collect himself, looking at Chris before pulling the money back into his chest. He then reaches into the desk drawer and pulls out a fancy leather bound notebook and as he opens it, it unveils a number of check stubs, and beneath them blank checks. The hand of Senator flows across the check, before tearing it out and passing it to Chris who looks at the neat script.Senator: I think that was a wonderful idea Chris. If you would be so kind as to drop that off in an envelope and have it mailed I would be grateful. Chris looks at the check before placing it back down on the desk of Senator.Chris Phenomenal: I’m not in your Senatorial Stable Senator, I’m not your little bitch running errands for you. Like you said last week, this is just a mutually beneficial partnership for both of us. I help you win the title, I get a crack at it, simple as that. So you can either get one of your little friends to deliver it or do it yourself, meanwhile I’m going to raid your liquor cabinet, pour myself a scotch, and sit back and do nothin’ ya dig.Senator looks at Chris as he steps towards the liquor cabinet, and chuckles a little bit as Senator stares at him.Senator: Actually Chris, before you indulge, I would like to request of you one thing. Senator beckons Chris to come closer, his hands on his desk showing no harm can come to Chris. Chris places his hands on the oak desk as Senator leans forward and whispers something to Chris which causes him to smile as the scene cuts to a close.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:55:37 GMT -5
Entertainment Tonight [/color] Credit: VorteX [/center] After all of the action that has occurred tonight, fans are tired from cheering, however they are not too tired to give a massive cheer as “Out of the Ashes” hits for the second time this evening. This time Vortex is not empty handed, he is carrying a ladder on his shoulder. The once signature ladder has not been seen in use for quite some time, however tonight Vortex looks to have every intention of using it. Vortex drops the ladder at the bottom of the entrance ramp, climbs into the ring, takes a microphone, and speaks. Vortex: Chris, I promised the fans a show tonight, and like it or not we’re going to give them one. So get your ass down here, NOW.The fans swell with intensity, and the noise in the room rises to a deafening level. Vortex waits a moment, and still no entrance music or appearance by Chris Phenomenal. After the beating he took last week, Vortex refuses to wait any longer for Chris and exits the ring. Vortex: If you’re not coming out here, I guess I’m going to have to find you and drag you out here. Another large pop from the crowd and Vortex drops his microphone and picks up the ladder. Vortex walks up the ramp and through the curtain. The camera follows him backstage , although it is not long before business picks up.
As Vortex goes to round the corner of the intersection between the entrance ramp and the adjacent hallway, Chris comes running around the corner. Chris attempts to spear Vortex into the wall, however Vortex is more than ready for a surprise assault and holds up the ladder as a shield. Body meets metal and Phenomenal is dazed for a moment. Vortex takes this opportunity to use the ladder once more and hits Chris in the midsection with it. Vortex then takes Chris by the hair and begins to drag him back towards the arena.
Chris manages to fight back and hits Vortex with a right of his own, then gets to a standing position. Chris takes Vortex and throws him into the wall adjacent to the arena curtain. Vortex bounces off and the two brawl through the curtain and out into the arena. The fans explode at this preview of things to come and a “this is awesome” chant begins.
Vortex grabs Chris and whips him into the entrance wall then hits him to make him totter towards the edge of the entrance ramp. Vortex shows no intentions of stopping, gives a kick to the midsection, and then attempts to Psychosurgery Chris off the side of the ramp. Vortex fails however, as Chris manages to reverse the move with a simple punch to the face.
The men fall backwards onto the ramp and begin to brawl once more. It isn’t long before things get further out of hand as the two men brawl to their feet and then down the entrance ramp. Chris gets the upper hand once more and throws Vortex into the audience then follows. Fans part like the red sea as the two men battle in the crowd.
Vortex gets the upper hand once more and whips Chris into one of the walls that separate the upper section of the arena from the lower section. Chris slumps to a sitting position, Vortex backs up, runs and delivers a huge Blackout Dropkick.
Two things happen, the crowd goes nuts and Gingerdude steps out from behind the curtain. Gingerdude looks at the downed men for a second before quickly raising a microphone to his mouth.Gingerdude: Enough! This little ‘preview’ of Omega Effect is over, and any more physical interaction between you two will result in a suspension! The men either cannot hear Gingerdude, or simply do not care as they continue to brawl with one another. Gingerdude has anticipated this and has had security dispatched into the crowd. The security physically separates the two men who are all too eager to continue their fight. Phenomenal lunges at Vortex although he is pulled back. Vortex does not attempt to return the gesture, however simply laughs at Phenomenal, which causes him to become even angrier.Gingerdude: Keep them separated! I will only repeat myself once more, any more interaction between you two and your Omega Effect match is canceled! A large amount of booing results from the crowd, as they were enjoying the show. Phenomenal takes another swing at Vortex, misses, and then is hauled away by security. Vortex on the other hand manages to slip the grasp of security and instead of following Phenomenal to the back; he jumps the railing, picks up his microphone, and while out of breath, manages to utter a few words into it. Vortex: Now…that’s what I call…Entertaining. Vortex drops the microphone and walks up the entrance ramp. Gingerdude has gone, although security stays nearby to make sure that Vortex goes back to his own dressing room and nowhere else. The crowd is still chanting Vortex’s name as he exits through the curtain, picks up his ladder and walks down the hall as the scene fades to black. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:57:13 GMT -5
B R O K E N some things just cannot be fixed[/center][/font] Rena: You just need to move on. Misono: Rena, it's- Rena: I know, babe. But you just have to. Oh, this is cute! Rena, holding a pair of booty shorts against her thighs, smiled towards Misono. Misono didn't seem interested in this smile and instead took a seat on the couch positioned neatly in the middle of the high-end boutique they were currently shopping in.Misono: But I'm not you, Rena. Rena: That's for sure. Misono: No, I mean I just can't get over a guy *snaps* like that. Rena: Look. This may come as a shock to you, but I was in love once. Misono: What? Really? Rena: Yes. His name was Steve Phillips. Misono: Oh, the guy that proposed to you? Rena: Yes. And I was heartbroken when we parted ways- Misono: Wait, didn't you reject him and then kick his ass? Rena: *thinks* oh ... yeah, now that you mention it. Well there was this one guy I met in Miami. Misono: You left him a post-it after 3 days. Rena: Oh. OH! Richard! The guy from Quebec. Misono: You decided that Quebec, along with Richard, should separate from Canada and move to the moon after 2 days. Rena: Oh, right. Yeah, I guess I can't really help you out in that department. Misono: It just hurts. Rena: Oh stop being a baby! Misono: w...what? Rena: You heard me. Shut your fucking mouth for one second and find me a cute outfit. Misono: Rena, I just broke up with my boyfriend and you are more concerned about an outfit? Rena: Well you have time to heal. I only have *checks watch* fourty-five minutes to find an outfit before I get my hair cut and get a manicure. Misono: Why are you so concerned about an outfit anyways? You millions of them laying around at home. Rena: But this is important. Misono: Why? Rena: Uhh, why? Have you not paid attention to my life for like the last uhhh MONTH? Misono: Umm ... yeah, I've kinda been on tour. Rena: Oh tour schmour. Anyways long story short I assume I'll be having a match at Omega Effect. Misono: Oh, with who? Rena: Bryce. Misono: Why? Rena: While you were on your lame tour, I've been having quite the journey with him. I am just planning ahead and I'm expected a match be made. It's only natural- Misono: And, so that's why you're getting this outfit? Rena: Well I want to look my best while kicking his ass. Misono: Right. Rena: Oh, sweetie, you must think I don't care about your heartbreak ... but I do! Just not now. Misono: *sighs* thanks, sis. Rena: You're welcome. Wait! I know the perfect person you can blab your sad songs to! Misono: What? Rena: here. Rena handed Misono a business card, smiling. As Misono take it, she notices it has a perfume radiating from it.Misono: It's violet. And scented like *sniffs* Rena: Lilacs, darling. Misono: Yeah ... but what- Rena: Don't speak another word to me. You will have the next few hours to tell someone who has time for your teenage heartbreak. Misono: You're such a bitch sometimes. Rena: Love you too, babe. Misono: No, you really are. Rena: Oh you're just mad that I'm the favorite. Misono: *laughs* yeah, right. Rena: Now go to that person straight away. You'll feel a million times better afterwards. Misono: " Mystique"? Rena: Yes. She's a drag queen but amazingly so. She will listen to any problem and in this case, she will devour yours. Misono: Alright ... thanks, I guess. Rena: Don't mention it. See you later! Let's do lunch sometime, okay? We can talk about that hunk you threw away. Misono: RENA! Rena: Fuck, I said that out loud didn't I? Misono: You are such a fucking bitch. Rena: I'm sorry. Misono: Whatever, bye. As Misono stormed out of the room, Rena thought about running after her and apologizing properly to her younger sister. After all, it was incredibly insensitive of Rena to not care about her sister's heartbreak.But then she found a cute belt.[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:58:09 GMT -5
===================== Bigger things on my mind.
Chris Phenomenal Danny Mainer Lee Homicide and Jonny Hughes ===================== We return to ACW Monday Night Warfare, the camera focusing in on the ring as “Weezer” by Hash Pipe fills the arena.McNally: Well I guess it looks like Danny Mainer is going to grace us with his presence. Danny Mainer emerges at the top of the entrance ramp and makes his way down to the ring, his expression one purely of business as he grabs a microphone from Phillip Jones.Danny Mainer: We all saw what happened last week, the shocking return of T.N.T to ACW! See, ACW historians will have creamed themselves but I wasn't quite as impressed with his display or his choice of turtle necks! Moreso though and this might just be me but I’m just curious as to what he thinks he’s doing, coming down here and interjecting himself into MY Crucible Match! He wasn't around when I even first debuted here like three years ago! Then he just thinks he can march his way on down to this ring, beat da crap outta me, and think everything’s A-OK and that we can all just get along and share a bowl of nachos? Well I got news for you T.N.T, that’s NOT how I damn-well roll! we've evolved from the Marxist era. This isn't the time period where Ho Chi Satoshi and Sergeant Rasputin all come together in peace and harmony and share that title out equally! It's a democracy now, and people FIGHT for what they want!It takes a few moments as Mainer stirs restlessly in the ring but inevitably, “Blood Brothers” by Papa Roach hit’s the airwaves and T.N.T emerges at the top and then makes his way down to the ring. Mainer staring back at him unmoved as he ducks between the ring ropes and grabs a microphone of his own.T.N.T: So, after a long time off, it seems as if nothing has changed. Snot nosed brats running around, thinking they run this joint. After Omega Effect that’s not going to be the case, right Danny? Danny Mainer: No, that’s not going to be the case. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed while you’ve been sitting on your ass eating poptarts in Brick City or Atlanta or whatever hick city Ginger dragged you from, but I’ve been taken this company by storm SINGLE. HANDEDLY. I’m the premier flyer, the SEX TORNADO and Omega Effect is going to be the last .T.N.T: Once again, your sense of entitlement. I’ve been paying close attention to ACW Danny Mainer, and the one thing I’ve noticed is that you’re nothing. Every chance you get to make a statement you don’t. Thunderkiss in your own match, a match you created and you can’t finish the job, then Chris Phenomenal, a rookie to the roster and you can’t beat him either. Fallen Heroes you think you’re going to make it out on top but once again you fall just a little short. Then at Spring Into Hell you lose to Thunder Train, when was the last time you actually one a match at a Pay Per View Danny Mainer. Faced with the stunning truth Mainer is speechless for once.T.N.T: That’s what I thought Mainer, you see. I’m not coming back for a token appearance at Omega Effect V, I’m not coming back to cash a check, no, I’m coming back to make sure that at the end of the day, the ACW Title is given the respect it deserves, I’m back to cement my legacy as the greatest ACW Superstar of All time. I’m coming back to make damned well certain that the initials T.N.T are never forgotten. The first step to that is winning the crucible match at Omega Effect and then later that evening, cashing it in and walking out with the title around my waist. T.N.T stares at Danny Mainer, until “Tha Real CP” fills the arena as Chris Phenomenal emerges at the top of the entrance ramp, a microphone in hand.Chris Phenomenal: Now, I don’t know who in tha fuck ya are, but I’m sure I just heard that ya think ya gon’ by walkin’ out of Omega Effect with that Crucible Contract, to which I reply…HELLZ NAW!Lee: Chris Phenomenal! Lee is now clad in a white t-shirt that says “ur m0m neva seesez t0 amaez m3 in b3d,” obviously some sort of an online joke printed onto a shirt. Rounding out the attire is a pair of light faded blue jeans, and Nike airs.Lee: Remember me, Chris? Yup, I’m still here. Kinda sad that the biggest match of your career will be against me, isn't it? Don't worry, Ima' make you look good...gotta give props to the ol' Harlem Superman, eh? He chuckles.Lee: Ah...the good ol' days, when I verbally ethered you and your Megastar Alliance butt buddies in front of the countless ACW fans, made all you punks look like complete jackasses before I wiped that very ring with your smug little face. Remember that, Chris? Well, its gonna happen again at Omega Effect. Mr. Harlem Superman’s party bouta' get gate crashed. Sorry, but it ain't nuthin but a G thang. Lee pauses, looking into the camera with a glazed look, before speaking again.Lee: The thing is, I'm in this Crucible match to win, not to embarrass any of the other suckas involved. My original intentions was to simply pick up the dub and walk out, leaving all you buttfuckaz defeated, but at least with some of your pride intact. But I am not gonna do that, nuh uh. Instead, I intend on beating all of you within the inch of yo lives. I intend of makin' in clear that Lee FUCKING Homicide, isn't playing around. His expression intensifies, and the glare is all too familiar for the people watching.Lee: So it's like this, each of you chicken shits can flap yo gums, I'm cool with that. And you can start with your routine of rants and speeches, but all of you betta be aware that it ain’t gonna make a lick of difference. Ya’ll are goin' toe to toe with the King. And it just so happens the King wants your head, and you are unlucky enough to meet him on your way back in. Just hope that I don't send you out on a stretcher because Lee Homicide is comin' in for a murdafest. He punctuates this last passage with a trademark haughty chuckle.Lee: The wind carries a whisper, hailing the dawning of a new age, one that will be defined by the legendary feats of Lee Homicide. Omega Effect V will be my official coronation. And when it is I who poses exultantly atop the pile of your broken bodies, I will simply look out to all of you, eyes ablaze with arrogance and self-importance, and whisper... Camera zooms in on Lee.Lee: King me. Mainer and TNT watching as Lee mouths off to everyone, Phenomenal has finally had enough and explodes with a big right hand headed straight for the face but Lee is smart and counters it. Mainer watching intently is unaware as TNT capitalizes on the distraction kicking him square in the gut and attempting to RKO his head clean off. Mainer manages to shove him off though and TNT hits the ground. TNT flicks his boot up as Mainer runs in for the stamp while Homicide is throwing Phenomenal's face straight into the ACW arena stage with a wicked cracking sound satisfying his curiousity as to what extent the damage has been done.Edison: Oh my Science, Maxwell! It's chaos out here, TNT and Mainer are fighting like wild animals over a scrap of meat and Homicide has just thrown Chris face-first into that stage! McNally: Somebody needs to stop this, we don't want someone taken out BEFORE Omega Effect! Edison: Shut it Maxy! This is GREAT! The the crowd are eating it up as Homicide has just been sent flying by a huge right hand straight to the face. Landing hard on the steel stage he scuttles away quickly like a crab to regain his senses while Mainer ducks a clothesline attempt and hits a German Suplex snapping his neck off the mat. TNT is quick to recover with a leaping uppercut which sends Mainer into the corner. It seems that on the stage Phenomenal is about to launch Homicide off the stage into a tangle of wires. He has a hand wrapped around the throat of Homicide and is shaking his head aggressively. He goes to lift him up but at the peak of the arc Lee launches a well timed kick to the gut. Phenomenal has no choice but to let go and so Homicide runs around as Phenomenal turns away, grabbing his head then twisting him around 180 and launching him hunched over headfirst into the steel stage cracking his head sharply.McNally: I think this one is going to have to end soon! Just look at them! Homicide and Phenomenal are kicking each others asses and Mainer and TNT are about to tear each others throats out! After a long period of wonder as all four men brawl in the ring and on the stage respectively, the crowd starts to boo as a disruption in the crowd is made apparent. Nonchalantly making his own pace down to the ring is Jonny Hughes with a ladder slung over should whistling a tune as he does so. Like a hot knife through butter, the ladder acts like Moses and parts through the sea of abusive fans who heckle him. Hughes just ignores them. Climbing over the crowd barrier, he walks around to the announce table and watches Mainer attempt to Superkick TNT's chin right off only to have it countered into a Back Suplex. Hughes, seemingly not interested in actual fighting sets up the ladder in front of the announce table and having taken a bucket of popcorn from one of the fans begins to ascend the ladder. Taking the best seat in the house, he munches away as Mainer tries in vain to deliver the Extended Vacation to TNT and Phenomenal has had enough of being stomped on so he starts to rage like a maniac.Edison: That cocky Jonny Hughes just watching as his rivals destroy each other! I LOVE that attitude! McNally: I know, right? Look at Phenomenal going crazy and Mainer trying to finish off TNT! Like the Black Death, the entire security team is deployed through the crowd. At first, Hughes looks a little worried they're going to try to bring him down but they just blank him and instead seek to seperate TNT and Mainer from each other. On the stage, the guards work on pulling back Phenomenal from Homicide who is going absolutely ballistic. Homicide can only laugh in the Harlem Superman's face as he violently fights the burly guards despite their numbers game. TNT and Mainer willingly surrender themselves as they're smart enough to realize there's no hope of fighting out. Hughes just can't help but laugh at this whole situation.Edison: Well Maxy you got your wish, someone's broken up the the theatre of conflict! McNally: My only wish for that is so they're in the best condition possible to tear each other up with ladders and any other assortment of vile weapons that they'll bring to the mix! Edison: Good call! As Chris finally submits to the will and Homicide is escorted off by a lone guard while TNT and Mainer are dragged their seperate ways, Hughes is left just sat ontop of that ladder looking a bit disappointed as we cut to commerical break. Omega Effect. Five Men. One Briefcase. It may not be 2 Ukrainian men stabbing a screwdriver into someone's stomach but it's going to be a car wreck that will shorten the careers and lives of all the men involved.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 16:59:44 GMT -5
Foreshadowing.... By Dave Shadow Backstage, the cameraman has positioned himself in the Zero Tolerance dressing room, as the door opens. Dave Shadow comes walking in, dressed in his street gear, and carrying his bag over his shoulder. He throws it down beside one of the locker, takes off his jacket and hangs it up. Behind him, the door opens again, as the ACW chairman walks in. He spots Dave and closes the door. As Dave turns round to see who is there, Gingerdude puts his hands on his hips, and tries to give Dave the sternest look he can.
Dave: Uh-oh. I’m in trouble, huh?Gingerdude: Do you know how much paper work I had to do because of your stunt last week? Dave: Oh, no. Not paper work.Gingerdude: Even apart from that, what the hell were you thinking? Are you mad? Attacking Train like that? Dave: Well, you and Kiss told me not to be scared of him anymore.Gingerdude: Yeah, don’t be scared. Not attack him after a match and try to cripple him. Dave: Po-ta-to, pat-a-to.Gingerdude: You Irish and your bloody Potatos. Listen, I think you should apologise to Train. Dave spins round and walks towards Gingerdude. The boss backs into a wall, as Dave comes right up to him, sticking his nose in his face.
Dave: Apologise? Like hell I will. Gingerdude, when you recruited me to Zero Tolerance, you did so because we share the same vision. A vision of greatness for ACW. A vision where Train is your world champ, and I am your International champ. Now, right at this moment, we are a week away from Omega Effect. We are a week away from actually achieving the vision. And you want me to apologise to Train? Hell no. He doesn’t deserve an apology. He got what was coming to him. He wants to be the champ, then fine. But he has to realise that he may as well be carrying a massive target around with them. Cause sooner or later.....someone will go after the champ, and try and hurt them.Gingerdude: I know, but.... Dave: No buts! You put me in a match with Train, and I accepted without hesitation. But you can’t complain when you see my game plan. You declared war and now your getting cold feet because there’s been a few casualties? Bollocks. I won’t apologise to Train. In fact, if I had the chance, I’d do it again. And I don’t think I won’t be looking for that chance between now and the match come next week. This is our vision, BOSS! I’d hate to see our leader back out now, when we’re so close.Dave backs away from Gingerdude, heading back to his locker. Gingerdude straightens himself out. A smile comes on his face.
Gingerdude: We are so close, aren’t we? Dave turns back, also with a massive big grin on his face.
Dave: 7 days, and we’ll have gained a power over this promotion that we could never have dreamed off. The three of us, reigning supreme over ACW. Gives me shivers.Gingerdude: Ok, fine. Good luck with Bryce tonight. And if I were you, I’d keep an eye out for Train. I’ve heard he’s out for blood tonight. Yours preferably. Dave: Hehe. Sure, I’ll use it as practice. Once Omega Effect is out of the way, everyone is going to out for my blood.The two chuckle, as Gingerdude turns to leave. He stops as he opens the door, speaking without looking back at Dave.
Gingerdude: Dave. Do me a favour and remember who is in charge here. Don’t you ever try to intimidate me like that again. He walks out the door and closes it behind him. Dave looks at the door and grins to himself, shaking his head and then turning back to his locker to get ready.Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:00:44 GMT -5
Restoration Rep VorteX We once again return to the ACW arena, and the camera pans around showing various fans waving signs for their favorite wrestlers. As the camera continues to pan, “Out of the Ashes” hits and Vortex appears on top of the entrance ramp for the first time this evening. As he walks down to the ring, Vortex ignores the noise around him, entirely focused on the things he must do in preparation for Omega Effect. The first of those things is to deal with The Reprobate. Vortex slides into the ring, takes a microphone, and begins to speak.Vortex: I’m going to make this quick, as I’m not in the mood for games tonight. Rep, I want you out here right now. We are going to settle this little matter face to face. You see, I have played games long enough, and now it is time to get to the root of the problem."Breed" by Nirvana hits and for the first time since last month's Spring In To Hell, The Reprobate comes out from behind the curtain and appears live in front of fans. He has a microphone in his back pocket, and as the fans lay a collective verbal assault on him and his girlfriend Christina who stands by his side, he looks out deep in the crowd and walks to the edge of the entrance way. Pistol Pete follows Rep as the lone second hand man backing him up, as Stan and Baron are warming up for Baron's match tonight. Rep raises his mic...Reprobate: VorteX, what will it take for you to keep that big mouth of yours shut, for one night? With each threat, challenge, and drop of my name, you dig yourself deeper in to the hole. Just as Stan said two weeks ago, I have you exactly where I want you. You're attempting to bite off more than you can chew. You challenged Stan to a match, and he set a gauntlet with Petey here. You beat Pete, and now you have Stan to worry about. Don't bring my name up again until you can pin Stan. I'll see you if you can do that.Rep turns and begins to walk... as VorteX speaks.Vortex: You’re nothing but a damn coward. Rep stops in his tracks and with his face not being seen, he slowly turns around and locks eyes with VorteX, standing in the far off ring.Reprobate: Strong words for such a pathetic man. You put on an act for these people. You put these people on and make them think that you're a tough guy. You're no tough guy. I don't mask what I am. Why do you? Well if you're so tough, VorteX, I'll give you your match. If you can defeat Stan Vishis at Omega Effect, then I will step in to the ring with you, and I will expose you for the coward that you are.Rep drops the microphone and slowly backs up. He taps Pete on the arm, and Pete runs down to the ring and enters the ring quickly. Vortex: You don’t learn do you? In any case, time to give these fans a little preview of what I’m going to do to Stan at Omega Effect. Pete looks confused for a moment, that is until Vortex crosses the ring and smacks him with the microphone. A loud popping noise from the microphone ensues, and before Pete can hit the canvas Vortex catches him and hits him a few more times with the microphone. Vortex discards the weapon and throws Pete physically to the outside of the ring. Pete hits the floor and rolls over onto his back, clearly dazed from the assault. Vortex wastes no time in exiting the ring and picking Pete up by the head. Vortex takes Pete and bounces his face off of the ring steps before delivering a huge Psychosurgery. Pete hits the floor and is knocked out cold; Vortex kicks him aside and simply walks up the ramp and to the back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:01:30 GMT -5
Match 3: Baron Trotter vs. Jin (Credit: Reprobate) Baron Trotter vs Jin Rep "Mama Said Knock You Out" by LL Cool J hits as the camera cuts to the entrance area. Baron Trotter comes out from behind the curtain with Stan Vishis. They make their way down to the ring as the crowd boos. Baron enters the ring as quickly as possible and wastes no time, as he big boots Jin. Jin goes down and comes right back up as Baron grabs him up and chokeslams him straight on to his back. Baron gets to his feet and poses while growling as Stan comes in and poses in front of them and the two do a tag team pose.
Suddenly, Vortex rolls in to the ring and spins Baron around, and hits a DDT which takes the big man down. Stan has no idea of this and continues his pose, until Vortex spins him around as well, and hits another DDT on Stan. The camera cuts to the entrance area as "Breed" by Nirvana hits.
Rep, Christina, and Pistol Pete come out and make their way to the ring as Vortex stomps on Baron. Vortex picks Stan up and hits his Psychosurgery on Stan. Rep hits Pete on his shoulder, and he runs in to the ring. Vortex once again grabs Pete by his head and sends him flying out over the top rope.
With no one left to send in, Vortex motions for Rep to enter the ring. Rep slowly backs up towards the entrance curtain, and keeps moving as the crowd boos louder and louder with each step. Rep and Christina then both go backstage as Vortex kicks the bottom rope and the crowd boos.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:01:45 GMT -5
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[/center][/font] Credit: Mystique & Dan White It was mid-show and Dan had come backstage to grab a bottle of water. As he reached the buffet table, he noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye. When he turned he noticed it was ACW's makeup artist, Mystique, smiling towards him.Mystique: Heyy there, my little English muffin. Dan White: Ho lass! I'm not English, I'm Welsh! Wales! Owain Glyndŵr didn't fight the English off for 15 years for nothing. Mystique: You getting some water? Dan White: Aye. Mystique: Water is my second favorite thing to pour down my throat. Dan White: Aye, same here lass. Irn Bru is the way to go. Mystique: You wanna know Mystique's favorite, duke sexy? Dan White: I can probably guess... Mystique: it's sticky ... Dan White: ...Yeah, strike one for Dan. Mystique: And white, just like you. Dan White: Downing his water, Dan looks for the nearest exit. As he looks around, mystique moves closer to him.Mystique: You know what you and Mystique make? Dan White: Tell you what, lass. You cut the crap talk, and I'll give you a tenner to suck my cock. Mystique is taken aback by Dan's tone somewhat, and looks rather offended at being asked to be bought for sex.Mystique: erm, not quite. An oreo, my yorkshire pudding. Dan is suddenly beginning to get a little weirded out, as it becomes more apparent what Mystique's game is.Dan White: Alright then, I think I'm going to leave. Mystique: Why? The party's just beginning. Mystique has cornered Dan.Dan White: Ah fuck's sake. I think I lost my invitation, lass. Mystique: I think I have one, but I have it hidden. You're going to have to find it. Dan White: I never won at these games, I don't think I want to start now. Mystique: I'll give you a hint. It's down Mystique's pants, my handsome haggis. Dan White: Oh god I'm so turned off I think it's going inwards! Dan was completely mortified. With his face beat red in disgust, he grabbed his water bottle and ran as fast as he could away from Mystique's grasp. Mystique sighed at the loss of another one, but went back to Charlotte who had been sitting in disbelief at a chair. Her makeup was half done, and she was about to burst out laughing at Mystique's failed attempts.Charlotte: I can't believe- Mystique: That he turned down THIS? I know, Mystique doesn't get it either. Charlotte: Right ... Mystique: I think he's gay, though. Charlotte: But aren't you a guy. Mystique: Bitch, do I look like one!? Charlotte: n-no... Mystique: Didn't think so. now shut up before I line your pupils with this eyeliner pencil. Charlotte: Alright. [fade]
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