Monday Night Warfare 15th June 2009

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Post Match Implications
By Dave Shadow and Thunder Train

Although Bryce may not be the most popular of ACW superstars, the crowd are disgusted at how the match has ended. Dave Shadow climbs up to his feet and stands over his fallen opponent, and lets the ref move hold his arm up in the air, as his theme music hits the speakers. Bryce rolls over and holds his head, as Rena stands outside, surveying the damage done. Dave gives her a quick glance, but is too busy celebrating; a win is a win, and he’s not going to complain. He laughs and moves to the corner, climbing up to start celebrating.

McNally: Surprise, surprise. Dave had to cheat his way to a win again.
Edison: Bryce was so close as well.
McNally: Hey, wait. Who is that?

The crowd’s boos turn to cheers though, as Thunder Train emerges out through the curtains. The camera zooms in for a close up on his face, as the International Champion marches down to the ring. He looks pissed. Really, really pissed. Dave hasn’t noticed him though and hops down from the corner to keep celebrating. Train slides into the ring, and Dave turns just as Train stands up. Dave swears loudly, before turning tale and bolting. He slides out under the bottom rope and heads towards the barricades, hoping over it. Train gives chase, exiting the ring, though his leg is still obviously hurting after the attack last week. As Dave darts up the aisle and heads for one of the exits, Train climbs over the barricade. Fans try to touch him, but no one is stupid enough to stand in the way of a pissed off Thunder Train.

The camera fades to the next segment, as Dave and Train disappear into the bowels of the ACW arena.....

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

I WANT IT AND I WANT IT NOW
Dan White, Hitman

The segment opens up, and two people who just at the start of the night were ready to knock seven bells out of each other, are shown in front of a desk, with their arms folded, seemingly in unison. Dan White and Hitman have overcome their differences somewhat, albeit with Dan showing that Gingerdude was always bluffing. A separate camera then cuts to the man they're looking at, and unsurprisingly, it's Chairman Gingerdude, who rather uninterestingly speaks to the duo.

Gingerdude: Can I help you?

Hitman and Dan look at each other, raising their eyebrows, before turning back to Gingerdude.

Dan White: You know why we're here, Gingerpubes. We're here cos we're sick of your lying. Well, Hitman is sick of your lying anyways. I'm just sick of you.

Gingerdude: And I'm sick of you too, Dan. In fact I'm not even sure why you're here. You're not contracted to be here.

Dan White: YEAH WELL I HAD TO SORT THINGS OUT.

Ginger's turn to raise his eyebrows, taken back a bit by Dan's bellowing, as Hitman steps in.

Hitman: How dare you, Ginger. How... FUCKING... dare you. I would have agreed to this match with Dan White anyways as I didn't have an opponent for Omega Effect V. But I find it sickening that you had to resort to bribing me into getting my girlfriend a modeling job. No wonder I have trust issues. People like you feed me nothing but LIES just to ensure that I fulfill their desires.

Gingerdude looks at the two, holding a pen in his hand, tapping it frustratingly on the desk.

Gingerdude: ...So? You've both agreed to the match anyways. What the hell do I care about it all?

Hitman: Well...

He turns to Dan, prompting him, who brandishes two sheets of paper from behind him.

Dan White: ...We've not exactly signed the contracts for the match, yet. We thought that we'd look over every possible clause in the contract before we signed. And we had our lawyers, Hitman Lawyer and Welsh Lawyer, look over everything.

Hitman: And we decided that we're not signing the match. We're pulling out of Omega Effect V.

Rage.

Gingerdude: You WHAT?! YOU CAN'T PULL OUT OF THIS MATCH!! I HAVE ALREADY HAD IT ADVERTISED!!! I HAVE SPENT THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS ENSURING THAT I GATHER EVERY POSSIBLE TARGET AUDIENCE FOR YOUR BOUT!!!

He looks at Hitman, his face as red as his hair, rising from his seat and pointing his pen in his face.

Gingerdude: YOU.......ARE FIRED!!!

There's suddenly a rush of boos and jeers coming from the crowd, but Hitman smirks at Gingerdude.

Hitman: You can't fire me, Ginger! You see, I have taken the liberties to look over my contract and it says that I do not have to face a non-contracted wrestler if I choose not to. And Dan White does not currently have a contract.

Dan White: That's right, I don't!

Hitman: Looks like the gods aren't granting you that much luck.

Gingerdude groans, as he sits back down on his chair, and holds his head in his hands.

Gingerdude: Ugh...so you're not going to compete at Omega Effect V...

Dan White: Nope.

Gingerdude: ...Even though I have spent a ridiculous amount on an entire advertising department at this company, money spent that I could have only hoped to gain back on with our biggest Pay Per View ever?

Hitman: That's right. However, there's one thing that may sway our temptations.

Ginger looks up.

Gingerdude: Oh? What's that?

Hitman: You make our match a Number One Contender's match for the World Heavyweight Title with the winner going to face the champion at Seven Deadly Sins.

There's a pop for this proposal, as Gingerdude looks at the pair of them.

Gingerdude: ...You know what? I would object, but I really cannot afford to waste anymore time. This is our biggest Pay Per View of all time, and in these hard economic times I really cannot have people pulling out. You have your stipulations.

Dan White: Awesome!

Dan and Hitman look rather pleased with themselves, as Gingerdude utters one more thing.

Gingerdude: But remember, that as soon as Omega Effect V is over and I can get back to concentrating on other issues, you two are going to wish that you'd never bothered me at all.

But the two aren't interested, they're more focused about being happy about getting their own way.

Dan White: Yeah, whatever Gingerdude.

Hitman: I'd like to see you try and do something funny... Gingerpubes! Did I do it right?

You shouldn't tempt a sleeping giant, but Dan and Hitman are hardly in the mood to be philosophical, or even sensible.

Their match is not only for the sake of Dan's career, but also for the sake of the next top contender.

Omega Effect V is going to be brutal.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“I’VE GIVEN IT EVERYTHING I HAVE”
Credit: Thunderkiss

[In a pre-taped interview shot just recently at TK’s San Fernando home we see Thunderkiss standing in the most appropriate of places, the top of Thunder Mountain. The fans watching on the Alpha Tron go ballistic for it is the first time in a long while he has graced their presence and their calling for a hero has finally been answered. With Jake Steele and Senator dominating the show during his absence there has not been much to be enthused about and their pent up frustrations are released with a boom that shakes the very foundation of the arena. However, the question of his involvement in Omega Effect has yet to be answered though they all suspect that in a few moments that will no longer be the truth. Slowly but surely they quiet down and listen intently, bringing the noise level down in the arena so low that one is able to hear a cricket chirp.]

Thunderkiss: I stand on the verge of capturing my second ACW World Title. I’ve been in this position before however this time is very much different. This time around it is I who have become the hunted. My opponents have made my life a living hell. They have attacked my mind, my body and even my wife. I stand before you a injured man who is being written off at every given opportunity. A cripple who has no business returning to the ring so early. Perhaps they’re right. Perhaps it is foolish of me to attempt what has never been attempted before. However, if I had prevented myself from doing things every time someone called me foolish I wouldn’t be standing here to begin with. I’ve made it my entire career, my entire life, proving others wrong and I’m going to do it once more on the grandest stage of them all.

[The camera pans back and follows Thunderkiss as he walks across the summit to the very edge of the cliff. There he stands and looks down, appreciating the long distance to the bottom. It signifies the very journey he took to get to Omega Effect, long and difficult with never a dull moment.]

Thunderkiss: Jake Steele. The man who wears what was once mine. He’s many things and not of one of them good. He is the latest in a succession of world champions who have benefitted from my absence. Unlike the others he must prove his might against me. To his credit he has taken a path in this business similar to my own. He has built his own personal army to protect him around the clock. He has taken it to the ACW establishment to build a name for himself. He has not backed down from a challenge, but the similarities end there. They do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and while you may have done my act nobody does it better than myself. You beat a 100 pound cruiserweight to capture your title. I had to beat three ACW Hall of Famers. You become a main eventer in less than a year in an era where your biggest competition was BK London and Jay Zero. I became a main eventer in less than a year where my biggest competition was not only BK London and Jay Zero, but also Chance Emmerson, Wyvern, Alicia Kitsune and Latino. You are responsible for the foundation of the Road Steelers, one of ACW’s biggest groups and the current Stable of the Year. I was responsible for the Entourage, which was practically the original form of the Road Steelers who’s members you later stole, including my own body guard. I don’t know about you people, but when I think about all of this it’s clear to me that one man took an easy path to the top while the other took a much more difficult one. While Steele was handed the keys to the kingdom, the fact that I had to fight for them will serve me well this upcoming Monday. They say what does not kill you only makes you stronger. All of the battles and bullshit I have had to face over the years has made me one strong son of a bitch and one hand or not, I’m going to show you at Omega Effect that Darwin’s theory applies very much to Alpha Championship Wrestling in that the strong will most definitely survive. You stole from me, Steele. You stole my blueprints for stable, my bodyguard, my belt and used my footsteps as a guide you down to the path to ultimate success. Your bill is past due and it’s high time that the repo man stops by for a visit. You have no problems hitting a woman. Let’s see how well you do against an ultimate male.

[He takes a step back and then another. He no longer needs a reminder of the journey it took to get here and instead has a yearning to appreciate his current surroundings. Will this be the same view he figuratively will see in under a week? Will there be no where else to look but down?]

Thunderkiss: Senator Steve Phillips. My eternal nemesis. From the moment I stepped into ACW I have butted heads with this man and his ideals. He is everything wrong with both this business and this country wrapped up into one man. He uses his fancy words and appearance to guise his true motivations of creating a business and a world that thinks and acts as he does. Make no mistake, there is an evil man that lies beneath and it wasn’t until recently that others finally saw what I had been saying for years. He has not tolerance for those who are from a different social economic status than he is and his attitude makes it most clear that you are a second rate citizen if you do not embrace his vision of a conservative utopia. I, on the other hand, sing a very different tune, one which has been undermining his efforts for years and that is why he so adamantly opposes The Kiss Army. My fans are all about having fun, respecting others and accepting others. It doesn’t matter how someone dresses, the color of their skin or how much money they make. If another member of the Army comes to have a good time, then you have a good time with them and accept them as your brother or sister. Drugs, sex and rock ‘n roll is our mantra and as long as we’re not hurting anyone, why can’t we party and have a good time? Well apparently looks can kill because we are nothing but a heathenish lot in this man’s eyes. In the past he would have given a long speech against our methods but his reservations have eroded over the years and now he has become a man of action.

[While his hand may be wrought with pain, it is the uncomfortable feeling in his heart that brings him the most suffering. It is one thing to take from him, but to take from the innocent? The memories of Faken’s trespasses against he and his family fuels the rage within and vengeance consumes him. His voice trembles; his fist clenches.]

Thunderkiss: While his plot to cause me grief backfired and turned into a nightmare for my family and I, it does not excuse him not being accountable for his actions. Over the past few weeks those involved have atoned for their sins except for the man who fancies himself as a non-sinner, Steve Phillips. You, sir, are a hypocrite and a liar, two qualifications one needs to be successful in Washington. In recent times it has been said that change has finally come to America. I agree with the country’s sediments. Your agenda and thought process is as outdated as your move set and at Omega Effect Five the winds of change shall finally blow you out of relevancy. I may only have one good hand but on more than one occasion I have showed you that a good stiff right hand to the face is just as good as one of you fancy stretches that takes five minutes to slap on. Last time I checked I still have a fully functional right hand and that’s all I’m going to need to get the job done. That, crackerjack is NOTHING but the truth!

[There is nothing left to be said. The time for talking is over and now comes part where he must back up his words. He may succeed; he may fail. Either way, he has nothing left to put on the table and thus will walk out of Omega Effect with no regrets.]

Thunderkiss: If I go out, I am going to go out swinging. And do you really expect less from a man who gives five-hundred percent, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three-hundred sixty-five days a year?

[No. No we do not.]

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: To Live and Die, Part 17 (Credit: Lee)

Lee lies on his bed, left hand clutching a cigarette near his mouth, right arm tucked behind his head, ankles crossed over each other. The fluorescent light bulb buzzes in melancholy above him. An ashtray practically stuffed to the gills with smoked butts lies on his stomach.

= = =

Tight shot of Benny riding in the backseat of a car. The dilapidated ghettos of Los Angeles whizz past his mirror. He stoically regards the scene of abandoned, crumbling warehouses and homes in deplorable disrepair.

= = =

Tight shot of the hooker we saw with Lee earlier. Benny stands a few feet away from her to her left, but she doesn’t turn so much as a single smidge to look at him. She clutches a Virginia Slim between her slender fingers, each of them ending in a fingernail painted lethally red. Benny looks back at her with his usual haughtiness.

Benny: Your boss told me you’re the one I should be looking for.

She keeps her attention transfixed on the cigarette in front of her.

Benny: What is your name?

She speaks as if it literally makes her sick to be speaking to him.

Woman: Arianna.

Benny: Beautiful name. For a beautiful woman.

She finds no flattery in Benny’s compliment.

Benny: Do you know who I am?

She slowly nods her head.

Arianna: Yes.

Benny: Then you know what I’m here for?

Arianna: No.

Benny: ( patronizing ) Arianna, I am here to save you.

Arianna: ( feigning casualness ) I don’t need to be saved.

Benny: Then why are you here?

No response.

Benny: My dear, I can help you. Help you become something more than just a whore. Now, isn’t that what you want?

He closes in on her and places a hand under her chin.

Benny: You should be thanking me, no?

He runs his index finger across her lips, painted a violent shade of red.

= = =

Scene opens with the typical goings-on in a chic L.A. nightclub. The patrons gyrate wildly to the thumping hip-hot flavor of the moment as the psychedelically purple tinge of the light shines across the specks of sweat that the strenuous physical endeavor has caused them to accumulate.

Somewhere in this bumpin’ joint, Lee and Rob sit in a booth with the kid with glasses.

Lee: You know those fools?

Camera closes in on four men, all of them meticulously shaven with proudly preened hairstyles and dressed in maroon button-ups with black ties.

Rob: Red Tigers. They ain’t shit.

Another shot of four other guys, each of them wearing tight white T-shirts and with hair gelled to within an inch of its life. The harsh lighting of the club shining radiantly off their slick domes. One guy combs his hair proudly.

Rob: Yellow Flowers. They really ain’t shit.

The last group consists of five guys in baggy lettermen jackets. Some of them wear blue bandanas while others sport baseball caps. All of them wear the grime indicative of not having showered within the last five days.

Rob: Fifth Street over there? They from the Garden. They ain’t shit, either.

Lee: I ran into some of those fucks when I was inside, man. They rollin’ in it now. Cash, cars, bitches, all that shit.

Rob: Man, don’t sweat them. They just bitches, bitches, Fifth Street bitches.

The trio share an inside laugh.

Lee: Hey, man, there she is.

We see Arianna, enticing as ever in a slinky, silver dress that hugs her figure, with the older, mustached guy who was playing at Benny’s card game. Benny’s cronies apparently still have some catching up to do in the assassination department.

Rob: Dayum, bro. She pretty hot! Why’d she bring her dusty old grandpa?

Lee: That fucker’s hot shit, man. He owns this place.

Rob: She’s fuckin’ him?

Lee: Sadly, yes.

Rob: He just playin’ her, you know.

Lee: Would you lie to a booty like that?

Rob: I dunno. I just know I wouldn’t trust it.

Lee: Doesn’t matter now, does it?

Rob: All I’m saying is when it comes to shit like that, you better be sure. Damn sure. Don’t fuck around with that, you heard?

Lee swallows his shot of tequila in one gulp. His spirit properly fortified, he opens the cardboard box lying on the table in front of him and snatches his GLOCK.

Rob: Hey, hey! What you doin’?

Lee: I’ll be back, don’t worry.

Rob: Don’t be startin’ shit without me, man!

He looks on at Lee proudly as he marches off through the throng of ebbing bodies.

Rob: Looks like the little runt finally grew some nuts. This should be good.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

"lol WTF, why's it over here?"
DANNY MAINER

Walking into the Rose Palace, Danny's younger sister's cafe he's dressed to impressed and exhausted after his visit to Uncle Charlie. Having used a stolen key to get into the back door, Rach is unaware as she starts to prepare for the daily slog of people with ingredients sorted out for her regulars. She's getting things out of the cupboard, unnoticing as Mainer picks up a kitchen knife from the side just like the first time he turned up. Growing impatient, he launches the kitchen knife at the wall next to her and she nearly jumps out of her skin as it slices through the plaster and bounces to the floor. Clutching her chest, she looks at Mainer wide-eyed and scared witless.

Danny Masterson: "Rachy!"

Rachel Masterson: "Dan?! What're you doing back? Why're you throwing knives?! Have you spoken to dad yet?"

Danny Masterson: "No, but I did speak to Uncle Charlie."

Rachel Masterson: "He's alive?! Oh my God, is he alright?!"

Danny Masterson: "Yeah, remember that bullshit they told us about him leaving us behind to start up a hunting club in Cali?"

Rachel Masterson: "Bullshit? How so?"

Danny Masterson: "Well, it's true. He has got some good friends in a gun club out there, they're ranking up there in the big leagues across California but there's a much, much, MUCH bigger reason he's not allowed to come back."

Regaining her nerves, she's seemingly already forgotten Mainer just lobbed a sharp object at her and instead focuses on her brother's story.

Rachel Masterson: "And that would be?"

Danny Masterson: "He got drunk once at ours when I was about 11, just after you were born and fucked mom senseless. Fully consented, but still. You know what dad's like about family values?"

Rachel Masterson: "Oh... my... God."

Danny Masterson: "Sick inducing, isn't it?"

Rachel Masterson: "I think I'm gonna' be sick."

Mainer, rocketing to the corner of the room grabs a small waste paper basket and puts it underneath the doubled over Rachel Masterson as she spews an ungodly amount of cheesecake from the night before. Ugh, yuck. Danny rubs her back assuringly as she gets the last of it out.

Danny Masterson: "Thaaaat's a good girl, sick it all up. Get that horrible mental image out of your mind."

He smiles wickedly as his remark causes her to wretch again. She lunges out wildly and chops him in the thigh. Danny grunts in pain.

Danny Masterson: "It's alright, I had that same reaction to. At least I won't make you lick shit off my shoe if you get any sick on me. That's what Charlie tried to make me do."

She stands up right, having chucked up the last of it.

Rachel Masterson: "That was horrible."

Danny Masterson: "I know. Alright, so using that knowledge I've ascertained a plan. Once a week, dad has all of his friends around from work and they'll talk about the new construction works that dad's doing the accounts for. Simply put, I turn up, punch him square in the ego by loudly AND proudly declaring what Uncle Charlie told me in front of everyone."

Rachel Masterson: "And you plan to achieve what by doing that?"

Danny Masterson: "Proving to him that I'm not a spineless pussy like he thinks I am and more importantly that I DO in fact exist."

Rachel Masterson: "Will it make him talk to you?"

Danny Masterson: "OH! I highly doubt he'll want to but he'll HAVE to listen to me alright! I mean come on, you've got him by the balls after that one! Shoot down his ego in front of the people he cares about most and whimmy-wham-wham-wozzle. I am in there. He thinks I'm a coward, that is why he won't talk to me."

Rachel Masterson: "Well if you're sure... I'd best imagine you be going on your way then?"

Danny Masterson: "No, the meal will be Saturday. I'm going to have to crash somewhere for a few days."

Rachel Masterson: "Well here's open if you want, we can have another evening of Hagen-Daz and good movies."

Danny Masterson: "Sweet, I'm looking forward to it. The plan is in motion and I will crush him."

Rachel Masterson: "Do I-"

Danny Masterson: "Need to be there? Yes, you do."

She groans and slaps herself in the face for even asking.

Danny Masterson: "Sah-weet."

The pair then seperate to do what it was they were doing before the conversation started. Mainer heads up to the stairs into the house above the cafe and starts to change into some suitable work clothes while Rach starts to open up shop. Omega Effect. What will happen? We'll see.

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Rep


^ Background music ^

The camera opens up to Alex Storm, wearing a suit and holding a microphone, standing in front of a new blue and silver ACW Wrestling banner. "I Wanna Be Sedated" by The Ramones plays as background music as Alex begins bringing us up to speed. Clips of the action play with the date in the lower left corner as they are being described.

Alex Storm: It sure has been a fast week for The Reprobate, even though he's only been back one day! His first time back in the locker room was ruined because he found that KING Magazine article from a few weeks ago with Christina on the cover. He got VERY angry at the thought of her wanting to become a wrestler, and that she apparently said some things in the article that were revealing about their relationship. In a way, I can understand why Rep wouldn't want Christina to step in to the ring as a wrestler, without him by her side, she could get hurt. It could affect Rep's future career, because let's face it. Rep has about two offensive moves, and one of them is Christina interfering. But to deny her of something that she wants to do so badly, and has wanted to do her entire life, is cold hearted. Hopefully this little squabble clears up soon, it's the first documented argument that the couple have been in. In other news... only one word can truly describe the saga between The Reprobate and VorteX from these past couple of weeks... EXPLOSIVE! The last time that we gave you an update on the conflict, things seemed to have been in a dormant state. Rep was no where to be found in the ACW Arena for weeks, and the pleas that VorteX had laid out to Stan Vishis went unanswered, until just recently. On June 1st, just three days before our last update, VorteX had taken it to the ring and openly challenged Stan to show his face and live up to his words, but Stan was no where to be found. Instead, he was backstage shooting promos on VorteX, challenging him to a fight! It seemed like Stan wanted no part of VorteX physically, and he was only digging himself deeper in to the hole, and his major macho attitude made it impossible for him to close his mouth. But just four days later, VorteX once again made an effort to reach Stan, in the ring again, and Stan actually showed up. Get this, he denied VorteX a match and said that if VorteX wanted Stan, he would have to get through Pistol Pete first! So the match was signed, on June 11th at Meltdown, VorteX and Pistol Pete had a one on one contest. How did it end without interference? Three guesses...

Clip of VorteX hitting his finishing Psychosurgery on Pete and pinning him in the middle of the ring.

Alex Storm: Shocking. So now, VorteX has a RIGHT to face Stan Vishis in a one on one contest. Which brings us to tonight, June 15th. Earlier today, VorteX hit the ring once again. This is becoming a trend here, it seems like VorteX is the only guy with enough chutzpa to show his face out there first. VorteX hits the ring, and says that after he's done taking out Stan Vishis, he's going to then be able to get to the source of the problem, the man behind this entire charade... The Reprobate. Making his first appearance in ACW for a very long time, Rep came out and not unlike Stan, he laid down a stipulation. VorteX wanted Rep for Omega Effect, Rep said no. Rep said that in order to reach him, VorteX would have to first get past Stan Vishis, who he already has a match with coming up. Rep set the date, at Omega Effect, if VorteX can successfully defeat Stan Vishis, then he will have the right to face The Reprobate. It seems like a LOT of trouble but quiet frankly VorteX seems to be the only guy who's willing and capable to do it all. Later on in the night, Baron Trotter had a match with JT Phoenix, and as always, shenanigans went down. After the match, Baron was laying down a giant beating on JT Phoenix. VorteX came out to end the assault and send a message to both Stan and Rep, and he did the unthinkable. He took down the biggest man in Rep's squad, Baron Trotter. The ultimate message was sent, and Rep didn't like it. He came out at ringside and distracted VorteX. Stan came in from behind, but it was not to be. VorteX laid out Stan as well, and this infuriated Rep. Rep then sent in his last straw, Pistol Pete, and this is the straw that broke the camel's back. VorteX flung Pete out of the ring for what seemed to be the hundredth time of the night. Rep, having NO ONE LEFT in his vast arsenal of flunkies, backed away and packed his bags and LEFT THE BUILDING with his girlfriend Christina, a beaten man, figuratively speaking. Rep and VorteX have never even physically touched. So the match is set, next week on June 22nd, at Omega Effect V, it will be Vortex vs Stan Vishis, and if VorteX can pull out a victory, he gets Reprobate in the ring... one on one.

Close up of an excited Alex Storm... TV static, and we're off...

^ Background music ^

Cut to footage from after the brawl with VorteX, Stan Vishis, breathing heavily and wearing a torn shirt, stands in front of the sweaty, air gasping Baron Trotter and aching Pete. Stan punches lockers and kicks trash cans in a rage.

Stan Vishis: Two weeks in a row. TWO MOTHERFUCKIN WEEKS IN A ROW. The Rep Squad been shown up by VorteX. Pete got his ass thrown out the ring twice and pinned once. Baron got taken off his feet by a guy half his size. I hate to admit it, but I was a victim too. But after tonight, there will never... EVER be another victimization of us. As a unit, or separately, after Omega Effect, I will make sure... single handedly... that VorteX never puts his hands on another human being as long as he walks God's green earth. JUNE 22ND. BE PREPARED TO TAKE AN ASS BEATIN... LIKE YOU AINT NEVER TAKIN BEFORE.

Stan slams a trash can on the ground as we cut to an earlier clip of Alex Storm standing at the entrance way in the back as Rep comes back after the brawl. Stan and the flunkies are all still out at the ring and Alex rushes to speak to Rep and Christina, who quickly make their way to their locker room, grab their bags, and head for the parking lot.

Alex Storm: REP! PLEASE! JUST GIVE ME A FEW WORDS!

Rep and Christina reach the car and as Rep puts his bags in to the backseat, he turns to Alex.

Reprobate: The Reprobate doesn't begin conflicts... he ends them. What Stan does in his personal time is his business. But when he's working for me, he is my property. He better be at his best at Omega Effect... because if he isn't, not only am I going to beat the shit out of HIM... but I'm going to beat the shit out of VORTEX as well.

Rep gets in to the car as Christina sits in the passenger’s seat and bangs on the middle seat to hurry him up. He slams the door shut and speeds off as dust and smoke fill up the parking lot and Alex coughs. As the wailing notes of the music wind down, Alex looks off to the far gone car and looks disappointed, understandable and anticipating. Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Run, Run As Fast as You Can....
By Dave Shadow and Thunder Train

Dave: Out of my way!

As we cut backstage again, a frantic Dave Shadow charges down a coridoor, still in only his trunks and sweating quite badly. He shoves past anyone in his way, fleeing and constantly looking back over his shoulder. He races down to his dressing room, shoulder barging his way inside. He starts grabbing stuff, filling up his bag and searching for his car keys. A voice comes booming down the hall, reminding Dave to hurry the **** up!

Thunder Train: Candyman. Where are you? Come out to play! The Train is hungrrrrrrrrrrrrry!

Dave hurls the bag over his shoulder and heads for the door, looking both ways before he comes out. As he turns a corner though, his eyes open as wide as possible. Standing ten feet away, Thunder Train grins at him, looking slightly deranged. Dave starts to back away, looking for an exit.

Dave: Train, calm down. We can talk this through. No need to get violent.

Thunder: I’m going to kill you....!

Dave: Ok then, diplomacy didn’t work. Plan B.

Dave lunges at a table beside him and grabs it, twisting it round to try and put an obstacle in the path of the angry giant. He turns tale and starts running again, as Train gives chase. Train grabs the table and tosses it aside as if it weighed nothing. He may be limping but that doesn’t slow Train down that much.

The camera cuts again, as Dave runs for a door with a large exit sign over it. He lunges through it and out into the night. He knows he doesn’t have very long until Train is on top of him though, as he starts scanning the car park, searching for his car. He spots it and starts running, but just as he reaches it, Train slams through the door.

Train: DAVE! Where do you think you’re going!?!?

Dave panics and starts fumbling his keys, trying to open the door. Train starts moving towards him, bearing down on him at an incredible speed for a supposedly injured man. Dave finally opens the door and clambers in, reaching behind him and locking the door just before Train gets to him. Dave sits up and stares out his window, as Train looks back in, his angry breath fogging up the window.

Dave lets out a little laugh.

Dave: Can’t get me now.

Train walks to the front of the car, growling at Dave. Dave turns the engine on, revving it up. Train stands defiantly in front of him, as Dave puts his foot on the pedal. The car lunges forward, but Train jumps forward as well. Train grabs on to the front, as Dave starts driving across the car park. Train hangs on for his life, staring in the front window at Dave. The car speeds forward, before Dave finally slams his foot down on the break, expecting Train to fly forward.

Train slides off the car though and lands on his feet in front of the car. He reaches underneath it, and to Dave’s horror, he starts to lift it off the ground. Thinking on his feet, Dave jams on the reverse, as Train lets go of the car. Dave backs up about twenty yards, as Train stands in front of him, in the lights, snarling and looking ready to kill him. Dave looks at him, as an evil grin spreads across his face.

Dave: Time to finish off what I started a few weeks ago.

Dave jams his foot down on the accelerator again, as the engine roars to life again. He speeds forward towards Train, who stands firm for as long as possible. Realising Dave isn’t going to stop though, he has no choice but to dive aside, the car missing him by only a few inches. Dave screeches to a halt beyond Train, who pulls himself back up to his feet. Dave opens the window and leans out.

Dave: Screw you Train. You’re going to regret ever messing with me....

Train: You son of a bitch. When I get you in the ring, I’m going to eat you alive! YOU HEAR ME?!!? EAT! YOU! ALIVE!

Dave: See you Monday. Bitch.

Train starts to move towards the car, as Dave takes his cue to leave. The car roars out of the car park and takes off down the road, breaking a red light in Dave’s haste to escape. Train is left standing at the entrance to the car park, looking after the fleeing Dave as we....

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

C H A L L E N G E

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Credit: Rena

The booing begins as Bryce's music hits the floor. As the booing gets loud, Bryce appears on the ramp looking indifferent to what he is hearing from the Alpha fans. He hurries to the ring and grabs a mic, looking up into the high seats.

Bryce: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Bryce: I understand your IQ levels may be low, but certainly you know what 'shut the fuck up' means! Now, then ... can I begin?

NEEDLE DICK NEEDLE DICK NEEDLE DICK

Bryce: SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW! I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SAY!

NEEDLE DICK NEEDLE DICK NEEDLE DICK

Bryce: bye. ;_ ;

in a forum world Bryce would have simply deleted his account like a child, but this was the real world. In the real world he had to turn around and walk back

NEEDLE DICK NEEDLE DICK

As the crowd continues to chant words towards Bryce, "New York Girls" by Morningwood pours from the speakers. As the song goes on, Rena dressed in a green polo, dark wash skinny jeans and black boots appear on the ramp.

Bryce: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!?

Rena: Where do you think you're going?

Bryce: go the fuck to hell, bitch!

Rena: Now, now, Bryce! Don't get angry. It's not my fault the crowd can't come to terms with your needle dick.

Bryce: SHUT UP!

Rena: Oh Bryce. You know, I'm really fed up with you. You're new to the wrestling business, I understand ... but that's what really bugs me. You come into ACW like you own the place. And then when you're not given the respect you feel you deserve, you just try to peace out. But see, I'm standing on this ramp because I'm not letting you leave this time ... oh no.

Bryce: You think you can stop me?

Rena: I know I can stop you. But, I'll have to wait a couple of days. You see, Bryce ... I made a little match for us at Omega Effect.

Bryce: *laughs* oh okay Rena. Yeah, me face you.

Rena: You think it's a joke? NO, it's not. I'm fucking sick and tired of your bullshit and I'm going to show you a lesson you'll want to forget but you'll always remember.

Bryce: Yeah, good joke Rena.

Rena: Here, I'll come to the ring to tell you. You must be hard of hearing.

Bryce: Come here, then.

the crowd screams in delight as Rena makes her way to where Bryce is standing. She places a hand on her hip, smiling at him as she meets him face to face.

Rena: I. Am. In. A. Match. With. You.

Bryce: Yeah, no it's still a joke even when you're close.

~SMASH~

Rena swung and smashed the side of her mic into the side of Bryce's head, knocking him down. The crowd goes wild as Bryce writhes around in pain. Rena spits on Bryce, smiling towards the crowd.

Rena: Here's a message to all my Renagades. See you bitches at Omega Effect!

And that was all. Before Bryce had the chance to get up, Rena was already out of the ring and on her way backstage. She would finally get her chance at revenge in the ring at the biggest PPV in ACW's calendar year.

[fade]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The End Is Near! (Credit: Train)

With Dave now gone from the arena and Train with nowhere left to go he heads out to find Gingerdude. He limps down a hallway and then bursts into Gingerdude's office. Gingerdude looks up and raises an eyebrow at Train's sudden interruption. He lets out a small cough then goes back to what he is doing. Train enters the office and approaches Gingerdude's desk not a happy man.

Thunder Train: I'm sick of this...

Gingerdude: Sick of what Train?

Thunder Train: You and your little posse. I'm sick of Dave, I'm sick of Thunderkiss, and I'm sick of you Gingerdude.

Gingerdude: I have no idea what you are going on about Train.

Thunder Train: Oh but you do! So Gingerdude, I'm gonna lay it on the line right here, right now!

Gingerdude finally looks up from his paper work, his attention is now caught by Train.

Gingerdude: What does that mean?

Thunder Train: At Omega Effect, I know I'm facing Dave, there is nothing I can do about that....But I do want to add on to it...

Gingerdude: What do you mean?

Thunder Train: If I win at Omega Effect, all three of you leave me alone AND I get Thunder Thighs back from wherever clutches you've kept her--

Gingerdude: --And what if you lose Train?

Thunder Train: If I lose, I quit. This title won't belong to me, you can rip up my contract and do whatever you want, but you also have to give me Thunder Thighs. I'm gonna go the distance Gingerdude! All or nothing! ALL OR NOTHING!

Gingerdude strokes his imaginary beard at the thought. He stands up and walks over to a nearby file cabinent. He slides it open and pulls out a piece of paper. He walks back over to Train and sets it down in front of him. He then opens a drawer and lifts up a pen and sets it on top of the paper.

Gingerdude: Train, this right here is the official contract for you and Dave at Omega Effect Five. I'll add this stipulation of yours under one condition.

Thunder Train: What's that?

Gingerdude: We add another stipulation to the match.

Thunder Train: Just tell me man.....

Gingerdude: You want to go the distance Train? Well the question is, CAN you go the distance.

Thunder Train: What does that mean?

Gingerdude: Ironman Match Train....

Thunder Train: W-what?

Gingerdude: 45 minutes, you and Dave. Whoever has the most falls after 45 minutes will win the match, agree?

Train steps back in shock over the announcement. 45 minutes, how can Train possibly last that long against someone? He has to eat, how can he eat? OMG!

Gingerdude: What do you say Train, do you agree?

Thunder Train: How about a--

Gingerdude: No Train, it has to be this! I want to see you suffer in the ring! And the only way to do that will be for you to be FORCED to wrestle for 45 minutes.

Thunder Train: .....Fine....

Train leans over and signs the new contract. Gingerdude signs for Dave because of course he will agree to it! Train looks up at Gingerdude, who gives back an evil stare. Train has seen what lies ahead and now he has 7 days in order to prepare himself for such a task. 45 minutes.....this will be intense...

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: Jake Steele vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune (Credit: Steele)

"I'm A Bomb" by Natasha Bedingfield strikes through the PA system, and with her elegance fully intact, AK walks out through the curtains, her black ringwear and her boots being the usual attire which catches the eyes of those attending. And though she keeps a smile on her face, she knows that tonight will anything but full of happy moments. She is up against a vicious man, with a mean streak and a man who wants to see her retire for good. As she enters the ring, she readies herself for the future, cause it's coming soon enough.

Phillip: Introducing first... she hails from London, UK, and she is the former World Heavyweight Champion... the one, the only, the beautiful... Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune!

MONEY

MONEY

MONEY

MONEY

CAKE!

"Cake" by Lloyd Banks hits the the PA system, and out comes the new duo of Jake Steele and Jason Freeman, the "Two Man Power Trip". Of course, with disrespect shown by the fans and disgust over their faces, they make their way down the ramp and ignore all boos and hate cries represented by those in the crowd, their only focus being what lies in that ring; Atomic Kitsune.

Phillip: And her opponent... accompanied by Jason Freeman, and hailing from Brooklyn, New York... he is the World Heavyweight Champion... Jake! STEEELEE!

Bell Rings.

As the bells sounds throughout the arena, Atomic Kitsune begins to stretch in her corner, pulling on the ropes as she watches the interactions of her opponent, the current World Champion, Jake Steele converse and strategize with recent nemesis of hers, Jason Freeman. The two have made it known that tonight they have aligned, and created a deadly alliance with their main targets being Steve Phillips, and AK herself. She knows that in this match she has to approach Steele with caution, because at every slip up of hers, not only will she Steele take advantage but Jason Freeman will not be far behind either.

AK watches as the two finish up their brief discussion, now with Steele turning and standing in his corner, trading a stare with the legend herself for the very first time. Never before have these two competed, or even been apart of the same match, but tonight all of this changes. The scenario also raises a few eyebrows; A respected, former World Champion competes against the current, despised World Champion and sooner rather than later things will explode between the two, though both having a mind to not jump into this match without a true strategy. Steele carries one, and he begins to slowly approach AK, his steps precise as he walks straight over to her corner. AK stands strong, but even with her hard willed nature she still has to back up with a slight look of fright over her face as Steele grabs hold of the ropes and stands directly over, not saying a word; only staring. AK finds herself trapped, looking behind herself and knowing with no one in her corner, she has to take action and she has to do it now. And as her palm reaches across and lands on the cheek of Steele, things have just picked up.

McNally: Ouch! What a slap-a-roonie!

Steele holds onto the side of his face, surprised by the slap but not exactly caught off guard while AK slips away from the corner. AK stands her ground, watching on while Steele takes himself out of the corner with an intent look on his face which could only mean trouble… well, it would if you didn’t possess the split second reflexes of AK. Steele charges out of the corner with what looks to be an clothesline, but AK leaps up into the air, wrapping her thighs around the neck of Steele and flipping down to her stomach, hitting a beautiful Hurricarana!

Edison: I haven’t seen an Hurricarana performed that well since the last time AK wrestled!

McNally: What about the time before that?

Edison: Just as beautiful, Max!

Steele flips over and rolls to the side, but surely enough that move isn’t enough to keep him down. He hops to his feet and he sees AK rising to her feet, hopping up into the air with her legs arched forward for a dropkick, but Steele isn’t going to let that happen. He dodges the kick, and he crouches, his hands on his knees as he watches AK come back to her feet with her hands placed on her back… which is just where Steele wants her as he scoops her up into a Rock Bottom position, and he drives her back into his knee, effectively adding more damage to her spinal area as he goes for the first pin of the match.

ONE…

…TWO…

TH-NO!

AK avoids the loss with a swift kickout, showing that our champion has a long ways to go before this match is in the record books. Steele picks AK up by her neck and he keeps her on her knees, making sure that she is directly near the ropes. He walks back to the opposite ropes, and he lets out a warcry, sprinting across the ring and connecting with an absolutely brutal Bakatare Sliding Kick! Which sends AK rolling out onto the mat below.

McNally: Here is where things become interesting…

Edison: Indeed.

Steele tries to exit the ring, but he is stopped by RAF, who tells him that he should give AK some time to recover. On this occasion, he has no problem obliging, because in reality this just gives Freeman an opportunity to interact himself into this match. Which of course he does, quickly picking up AK and launching her into the nearby ringpost, which definitely causes some major jeering towards Freeman, who just as quick walks off to the other side of the ring and as RAF looks back, acts as if nothing occurred, his hands placed in the air calling innocence.

Steele sees this as the spot he was looking for, smiling to himself as he exits out of the ring and picks up AK from off the ground. He grabs hold of her much shorter hair, and he trash talks to her face, even though he knows she isn’t hearing much of it. He throws her back into the ring, and as he slides in he stands over, his arms triumphantly raised to an total opposite reaction of his past matches.

Edison: No matter how much you may dislike this man now, you have to admit that he believes in his own abilities.

McNally: He also believes in the use of others to help him achieve victory…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Edison: Hey, like him or not, up until recently he’s been doing everything on his own. All of his notable defenses have been won by his own hand. He may be a different man now, but do not knock his past efforts.

He begins to crouch down onto his knees once again, maneuvering himself to the forefront of AK, lifting her head up slowly as her neck interlocks with his arm. He slides up, almost slithering to his feet as a smirk overcomes him. He doesn’t waste anymore time, dropping AK onto her neck with a DDT. The impact of the move looked harsh, to be brief about things, but even with that impact, Steele doesn’t make the pin. Instead he lifts her back up, not as slow but with that same look on his face. This time he puts her in position for the Broken Legacy, a very effective move in it’s own right. He raises his arm into the air, and he spins forward… but his efforts are for naught. AK slides out of the move, and wildly she begins to kick into the sides of Steele, who feels firsthand why her feet are regarded as being so lethal. Freeman also bares witness to this, as AK tries a kick to the stomach of Steele and it is caught. He looks pissed at her attempted comeback and he goes for a swing right to her throat, but she is too quick. Leaping up and hitting directly into the side of Steele’s head, dropping him to a knee with the Enziguri. Steele begins to stumble up and off of his feet, his brains a bit scrambled after that sharp kick to the side of his dome. AK sees this as nothing more than an opportunity for her, as Steele spins himself around and walks straight into her Gamengiri! Of course, as the champion falls to the mat, AK covers.

ONE…

…TWO…

THR-NO!

While the blow was more than effective, AK still did not get the job done. She stands up to her feet and now focusing on the turnbuckle in front of her, she gets an idea. Moving towards it, she begins to climb up, her eyes checking back every few seconds to make sure neither Freeman or Steele try anything funny. The fans begin to stand to their feet, sensing that the Moonsault is imminent.

Edison: AK is setting up for that signature Moonsault of hers, this could signal the end if it connects!

She looks back once more, and with no warnings seemingly in sight, she leaps back off of the turnbuckle… but her senses must be off tonight. As she flies backwards, the quick Steele hops up to his feet and he catches her, rolling backwards and he sits on top her, pulling her tights as RAF begins to count but he quickly notices the placement of Steele’s hand, stopping himself and warning him that that is illegal. Steele keeps himself in place, as he takes a quick glimpse of the view before he pulls himself off of her. AK rolls off, and she stands to her own feet, not appreciating the situation of what she was just placed in, and her face shows it. She dusts herself off, as Steele stands across the ring from her, licking his lips. She nods to herself, and without so much as even a scream of death, charges at Steele with a Liger Kick! Though even with the quickness of it, the instant reflexes of Steele cause him to dodge the move and react accordingly with a hard pressed Whirlwind Kick to the sternum of AK.

AK steps back a few inches, which gives Steele enough room to move about towards the ropes. He slaps his leg a few times as he signals for the Bigger Boot, running off the ropes and aiming straight for the forehead of AK. It almost connects, but AK dodges it at the last possible moment, grabbing Steele’s arm and pivoting herself around, in an hammerlock position, throwing Steele shoulder first into the ring post.

As he clutches onto his arm, stepping out of the tight space in between the turnbuckle, AK steps back towards the ropes and prepares for the final blow. She prepares herself for it, watching intently as Steele begins to turn around… she goes to charge, but an element of this match has been forgotten. That being Jason Freeman. He hops up onto the apron, which immediately catches the attention of AK, who spins around to face him. He throws a punch, but AK drops under it and it accidentally connects to Steele, who was aiming for AK himself. AK kicks Freeman in the side of the head, knocking him off the apron before she rolls to her side, and kicks Steele in his sternum. Steele bends over from the double shot of pain, and she places his head in between her thighs. Lifting his arms up, she falls back and hits the Falling Star! She covers, and RAF pins for what seems to be academic.

ONE…

…TWO…

THREE-NO!

To the surprise of many, but not all, Steele kicks out of the signature pedigree styled maneuver. AK looks frustrated to say the least, and she helps to pick Steele up, making sure he’s properly placed on his two feet. AK then turns around, her back facing to Steele. With him groggy, she spins around and her foot lunges around with the EMP… or maybe not. Steele ducks what would be a fatal blow, and he catches AK mid-spin with the Lion’s Roar! Steele falls over and makes the cover, RAF counting…

ONE…

…TWO…

THREE!

…Well, not quite. Right before the final bell is tolled, Jason Freeman runs into the ring and he throws Steele off of AK, hopping onto her and beginning to relentlessly punch her, causing the bell to ring in the process, and this match to have been spoiled.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“LAST CHANCE”
Credit: Jake Steele, Thunderkiss, The Senator, Atomic Kitsune, Jason Freeman and Thunder Train

[RAF has no choice but to sound the bell, Phillip Jones announcing this as a no contest while he watches the mayhem caused by the interference of Jason Freeman. Having enough of “trying” to get to AK in this match-up, he decides now to carry matters into his own hands as he sits over AK, holding the back of her as he thrusts his fist into her face which she tries her best to avoid, covering her face. Freeman has that familiar rage in his eyes, removing her hands from her face and letting his knuckles do as much damage as possible. Steele watches this from the other side of the ring, but he pulls himself up and starts to pull the enraged Freeman off of her, trying to tell him that he needs to be patient. Freeman listens, although reluctantly as his eyes pierce through the downed body of AK, who rolls onto her stomach to protect herself from the crazed Freeman. Though doing that won’t help her situation, because Freeman isn’t the only man in the ring who wants to see to AK not being able to make it to Omega Effect V. Steele slowly heads out of the ring, and he demands a chair from Phillip Jones, who instead of handing him one, sits there not budging as he is full aware of what the man in front of him is capable of with a chair in his hand. Jones’ brief courage for a moment looks to have worked, before Steele kicks him in the side of his head with a Bigger Boot, which knocks the announcer out cold.

Steele shoves him to the side and picks up the chair and a microphone, walking up the ring steps them both in hand. He creeps around the ringpost, peeping over it as he watches AK begin to crawl to her knees, clutching to the middle rope to lift herself up. An almost demonic smile comes over the face of Steele, as he steps into the ring and stands next to Freeman - who swipes the chair from Steele without notice and slams it into the back of AK, which drops her right back down to the mat - hard.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh lord! Freeman just cracked that chair across the back of AK, she’s a mother for god’s sake!

Maxwell McNally: I honestly know that Freeman does not care about that at all, Eddie. He just wants to make sure he will be walking out of Omega Effect V with a victory over Alicia Kistune, and it’s been obvious for weeks that he’ll do anything to achieve that - anything.

[Steele watches her fall, and though Freeman jumped the gun, he still did what was needed to be done. And being the leader that Steele is, he uses the microphone to begin directing orders to Freeman who in this situation has no problem following them.]

Jake Steele: Put her right here! Right at my feet!

[Freeman takes her body and drags her right where he was told, at the feet of Jake Steele. AK breathes out in pain, holding onto the lower portion of her back as Freeman stands right at her side incase she tries anything funny. But for right now she won’t be. Not until Steele says what he needs to say.]

Jake Steele: Randy Dallas Kanyon. Aiden Joseph. Alicia Kitsune. These three names now all have something in common. They have all fell before my feet! You can hate all you want, but it don’t matter, cause you never will have what I have! You will never be untouchable! You will never be unstoppable!

[The fans keep up their major disapproval of this entire situation, as Steele lowers the microphone for a moment and he crouches down over AK. He looks down at the back of her head, and her overall body, licking his lips as he catches the view. He looks up at Freeman, and that smile returns as he glances across the steel chair placed in his hand and then down back towards AK’s body which slowly starts to move, and which thus causes a smile to form over Freeman’s face. Almost like telekinesis, they read each other’s minds and the crowd screams out as Freeman drops to his knees and he wedges AK’s arm into the opening of the chair, which causes her to begin frantically reaching for her arm to try and remove it. Freeman stands back up to his feet and he lifts his foot into the air above the chair - but just as he is about to drop the sole of his boot and crush AK’s arm, a familiar voice stops him altogether.]

The Senator: Halt yourself! I am telling you to move yourself away from her right now, Freeman!

[Freeman backs up as he is told, but not because he is heeding the advice of Phillips. No, instead as he snatches the microphone out of Steele’s hand, he makes it clear that he is doing just that.]

Freeman: Listen up, Phillips! You need to keep out of our business, and keep out of MY business! You have no reason to be here! You have been shown earlier tonight just what happens when you get in our way, and unless you'd like a repeat performance, I suggest you turn yourself around!

The Senator: I can assure you, Freeman, that the only reason you got the upper hand on me earlier tonight was simply because of your underhanded tactics, as usual! I may not be unable to enact what measure of punishment I want onto Steele until Omega Effect, but I can easily dish out some of that, tonight, upon you!

Phillips starts to make his way down the entrance ramp, revenge for earlier tonight high on his mind. Freeman slaps his wrist and tells him to bring it on, but his agitated and eager nature is put a step or two back as Steele picks up the dropped microphone from Freeman and begins moving backwards toward AK. Steele puts his foot over the chair, which causes Phillips to freeze upon noticing this. He stands at the middle of the ramp, as Steele looks down at thehalf-conscious body of AK, then back out at Phillips. This position they are in now could only mean one thing… an ultimatum is approaching.]

Jake Steele: What’s wrong, Phillips? You don’t want to come here and “teach this young whippa’ snappa’” how it’s done anymore? Oh… it’s da chair and da arm, ain’t it? Yeah, I thought that would catch ya’ attention. You don’t have to let this happen, man. All you need to do… is hit me. Step inside this ring, and strike me down, beat me until I’m a bloody mess, come on! What’s more important, after all, Phillips? A World Title shot, or seeing one of your closest friends being mutilated for everybody to see! Make a decision!

[Steele’s smirk couldn’t be wider as he enjoys the sight of his foe caught on the horns of his dilemma. However, this retracts a little as words spoken from below reach his ears.]

AK: Heh..... you know, you are so bloody predictable, Steele, it ought to be amusing.

[She shakes the fuzz from her head and looks up at him, as best she can. Her fatigue and pain is clear, but that just makes her somehow more difficult to ignore.]

AK: You... think that you can use me like a bargaining chip, by... threatening me like a common yob? I’ve suffered much worse for the things that matter to me, MUCH worse. Is this really all you’ve got?

]Her contempt is withering. She turns her head, toward the Senator.]

AK: Steve... you remember we were talking about intuition? It’s time to use it.

[Phillips stands still. Watching two sides tell a story, one long and one short but both causing the same conflict to arise in his mind. What does he do in a situation like this. What can he possibly do in a lose-lose situation… and then it clicks. In a lose-lose situation, he has to win.]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The Senator: Freeman… look at yourself if you can bear to do so! Look at this situation, your hot-headed temper has blinded you from seeing what is really going on. Your “partner” has no desire to share any type of glory with you… he wants it all for himself. Look at him, he is the one threatening to crush Ms. Kitsune’s arm. He wants to be the one who retires AK, he wants to take that fame from you! If you allow him to carry out on his actions, all your efforts will be for naught!

Alarm bells go off in Steele’s head, as he realises what the Senator is saying.

Jake Steele: Hey! What you tryin’ to do, old man?! I don’t want Freeman’s “glory”, I already have my own! You can‘t break us, and those mind games ain’t about to work!

[But while Steele pleads his case, Freeman has already decided in his mind that he will overrule it. Freeman turns to see the foot placed over the chair, and he watches as AK tries to squirm out of it. Tonight both Freeman and Steele claimed to have a one night alliance, and that’s exactly what it will be. Freeman hurls himself at Steele, pushing him off of AK and backing him up into the corner. Steele pushes him back, telling him that he’s being fooled but Freeman isn’t having any of that. The two begin to trade a war of words, this entire situation having blown up due to a mix of cunning words, and two egos that were unable to co-exist for long despite other promises. Going word for word, Steve Phillips can’t help but enjoy the view, watching as two of his adversaries are doing his job for him. But of course he can’t sit back with the “popcorn” for much long, as he slides in the ring just enough to help out AK, removing the chair from her arm and tossing it off into the crowd.

Though little do all four of these competitors know… that the chaos in the ring is nothing compared to the chaos that is about to ensue.]

I was born on Olympus
To my father a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one ...

[As “God of Thunder” by Iced Earth strikes throughout the arena, the lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen dancing on the side Alpha Tron screens. Of course, this can only mean one thing, one thing that neither Jake Steele, Steve Phillips or Jason Freeman want… the return of Thunderkiss.]

God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul

[To a massive pop, Thunderkiss steps through the entrance curtains and stands atop of the ramp way looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the ramp way creating a sea of hell fire to escort Thunderkiss into his mission for revenge.

Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His walk tells Steele to tread lightly, slowly moving away from Freeman and towards the exit of the ring, watching on as if he has seen a ghost in person. Steve Phillips watches as well, Thunderkiss walking right past him as he steps up the ring steps, and enters the ring. He stares down both Freeman and Steele with a glare so sharp that it could cut a man in half, and that is actually what he plans to do… but not before he first tends to his other concern.]

Thunderkiss: Hey smooch ‘ems. Did you miss me?

[Alicia rolls her eyes, and laughs a little.]

Alicia Kitsune: About as much as I miss my teenage acne, TK.

[Her eyes tell him that she is grateful for his appearance, and that somehow pleases him. Of course, he’s still typically bluff in his response.]

Thunderkiss: Well, that’s up to debate! You look like a lady who could use a hand. Mind if I ... ?

Alicia Kitsune: Absolutely not. I’m quite content to wait for my chance to demolish my most ardent “admirer”.... assuming he doesn’t lose it totally and get sectioned before we meet. Deep breaths, Freeman, OK?

[She cocks her head on one side and flutters her eyelashes at Freeman, determined not to let him have the last word this time. Thunderkiss nods.]

Thunderkiss: Go take the rest of the night off. Now I don’t want to find you outside my hotel room later tonight, woman! Let me remind you that I am a married man!

Alicia Kitsune: Good to see you’re still as delusional as always, Kiss. Have fun.

[Alicia wastes no time slipping from the ring, taking her leave from a situation which she sought no part in, and in which she is now surplus to requirements. Thunderkiss becomes a human barrier and stands between a hobbled Alicia and her insane attacker, Jason Freeman. Freeman tests the waters as the sight of Alicia initiating her retreat up the ramp causes him to have a near panic attack and soon finds himself butting chests with Thunderkiss. Throughout the years their interactions have been many and always heated. Tonight will be no different.]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Freeman: YOU! You stole my Omega Effect spot! It was mine! MINE!

Thunderkiss: Heh.

Freeman: THINK THAT'S FUNNY? YOU DARE LAUGH AT ME?!

Thunderkiss: Little man, I don’t care how much noise you make or how much of a pain you try to be in Alicia’s fine ass. Let me remind you that I’ve been there, done that and did it a whole hell of a lot better. To me you’ll always be Jason fucking Freeman and to me that name is ALWAYS going to be a joke.

[Freeman goes to his knees and latches onto TK’s legs. With all his might Jason tries to lift Thunderkiss onto his shoulders but his giant size effort falls short. TK’s size is not favorable to his entire move set and Freeman learns this out the hard way, though a double axe handle smashed into the small of his back.]

~!~WHOOOOOOOOMP~!~

Freeman: *AcK*

Thunderkiss: Pop goes the weasel.

BODY COUNT:
ONE

[Make no mistake, Jason Freeman hates Thunderkiss. However, he hates Alicia Kitsune even more. To ensure he makes it to Omega Effect in one piece he abandons his efforts and slides underneath the bottom rope to freedom. Meanwhile Jake Steele stands mouth agape wondering if this is all a terrible nightmare. He closes his eyes tightly and then again. Try as he might, he cannot rid himself of the vision of a very angry Thunderkiss standing in his presence. Fool Steele once, shame on you. Fool Steele twice, shame on him and Jake Steele is not a man to be shamed. He may have failed the first time but he shall not again. With the Road Steelers ready on stand by, they shall do for him what he cannot and that’s prevent Thunderkiss from making Omega Effect Five.]

Jake Steele: GO! KICK HIS ASS! GO!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Uh-oh. We have ourselves an impromptu handicapped match, folks!

Maxwell McNally: And never before has the phrase “handicapped match” been more appropriate!

[Thunderkiss goes to crack his knuckles then stops, realizing doing so would be very counter productive. Instead he cements his feet to the canvas and watches on as Thunder Train, Andrew Starr and Lee Homcide come down to the ring in a single file line. Make no mistake, this is not the welcome wagon by any means. Strangely, as they approach, Thunder Train makes an odd request to the rest of the troops and that is to remain outside and allow him the first chance to finish the job on Thunderkiss. Lee and Starr have no problems with this and in fact give him all the space he needs.]

Thunder Train: YOU MESS WITH THE BULL YOU GET THE HORNS!

Thunderkiss: You know, you were better when the only words you knew were “yes” and “sir.”

[Train swings on Thunderkiss; Thunderkiss ducks underneath his fist. With TK being a split second faster than his former body guard, he turns and bashes his head right into the back of Train’s before the big man can even see it coming. Train bends down and staggers forward providing an ample opening for TK to put an exclamation mark on his rampage with a devastating face plant. However, upon seeing Train come back for seconds, TK prepares to write another sentence. Feeling as if he has been reborn, Thunderkiss hits the opposite ropes with his back and slingshots off of them like the rock that killed Goliath. The last thing Train remembers before he says GOODNIGHT is TK’s massive biceps blocking his line of sight.]

Thunderkiss: The Thunderkiss diet. Guaranteed to flatten your face with just one workout!

BODY COUNT
TWO

[Andrew Starr does not give Thunderkiss a chance to laugh at his joke. The sound of his voice has, for many years, aggravated him to no ends and he cannot bear to hear another second of it. With a well placed boot to TK’s chops he silences him, albeit temporarily. VERY temporarily. The taste of TK’s own blood heightens is instincts to maim and he transfers all of his rage into his fist. TK pulls the trigger on his LOVE GUN and rattles Andrew’s brain around inside his head like a ping pong ball. Like his namesake, Starr falls and his will to fight burns up in the atmosphere of the canvas.]

Thunderkiss: The year 2004 called, Starr. It wants you back.

BODY COUNT
THREE

[The Road has almost been closed with the exception of one lone “car” - Lee Homcide. Thunderkiss hopes that he will turn back before he has to send him to the junkyard like the others. Much to TK’s dismay the look in Lee’s eyes tells him to keep his both his sleeves and the barricades up.]

Thunderkiss: Hi, Lee. Still upset about that whole deportation thing?

[Lee holds his ground and let’s his feet do the talking for him. With several upward kicks he is able to keep Thunderkiss at distance, a good strategy considering what happened to the last two Steelers who confronted him head on.]

Thunderkiss: I’ll take that as a yes.

[Lee continues to hit and run, the sure fire method for fighting Thunderkiss for almost three years. While his tactics are proving successful, he is going to need to throw a “hurting bomb” if he wishes to keep TK at bay. None comes. TK is able to work his way inside and the second he puts his hands around Lee’s neck it’s game over.]

BODY COUNT
FOUR

Thunderkiss: NEXT!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Look at that strength! Look at that power!

Maxwell McNally: A totally unassisted one handed choke slam! Tell me, Eddie, when was the last time you saw THAT?!

[Lee rolls out of the ring and falls in a pile of bodies that are amassing by the second. Meanwhile, the Senator stands up on the ramp way and can no longer contain his laughter. Watching the Road Steelers in action is the best comedy act he has seen all month or even year, for that matter.]

Jake Steele: What da fuck are you laughin' at, bitch?

The Senator: I have seen more organization in congress than I have from your lot! Let me show you how it is done!

[Phillips brings hand to his lips and sends forth a hearty whistle. Right on cue comes the new ACW World Tag Team Champions ready to deliver tonight’s knock out punch. Kalb. Fitsharris. Two men who are always looking for a fight. Tonight they don’t have to look far.]

Senator: Gentlemen, please show this fool the error of his ways.

Fitsharris: You got it, boss.

[The Capitalists storm down the ramp and step over the fallen bodies of the Road Steelers on their way to the ring. This in turn slows their efforts as they begin to have second thoughts. Turning tail and running away at this point would cause them greater dismay than anything TK could lash out so they charge full steam ahead to the ring steps where Thunderkiss greets them by opening up the ring ropes. Politeness or cockiness? Perhaps a bit of both.]

Thunderkiss: Howdy boys, care to talk this out?

[Fitsharris lets his fists answer; Thunderkiss responds with a grin.]

Thunderkiss: Good.

[Remembering the last two beatings he has suffered at the hands of Thunderkiss, Kalb welcomes a chance at both redemption and revenge. Seeing the Thunderman’s injured hand he smells blood and unlike the previous three men, he goes to attack it. The Senator has trained him well. Not wanting to be left out of the dance, Fitsharris joins in and for the first time tonight Thunderkiss finds himself against the odds. A lucky boot from Kevin finds its way into TK’s injured hand and his reaction shows that he is, in fact, not superhuman. Pain overcomes him and the Capitalists begin to relentlessly pound him into the canvas like a nail into a wall.]

Kiss Army Fan: COME ON, THUNDERKISS! GET UP!

[Now it is Thunderkiss who is having second thoughts. Admits his beating he closes his eyes and allows his mind to flash back to the long road he has traveled to get here. American Made and his ACW ban. Double Penetration’s championship win. The Road Steelers and Train’s betrayal. Dan White and Fallen Heroes. Mainer’s Massacre. Fakden’s mind games. He has gone through too much to give in now. It has been painful journey to Omega Effect and if he wants to stand alone on top of the mountain he has no other choice to endure more. And since the pain reminds him that he is alive, he has no problems with that.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Thunderkiss is rising to his feet! What more can they try to do this man to stop him?

Maxwell McNally: Well short of amputating his feet so he can no longer stand on them, nothing! Good God Almighty, I do not want to be the Capitalists right now....

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Or the Senator or Jake Steele for that matter!

Thunderkiss: Country is dead.

~!~CRACK~!~

[TK’s good hand balls itself into a fist and slams right into Kalb’s face. If one where to ever doubt the force of TK’s blows, all they must do is watch Anthony’s body shooting off Thunderkiss’ fist like it’s a rubber ball. One down, one to go. Fitsharris charges from behind with both hands up and locked together in a double axe handle. Feeling the canvas tremble underneath the weight of the Capitalist’s lumbering feet, Thunderkiss need not turn around; he knows exactly where Kevin is. With tremendous force the Worldbreaker raises his casted arm up and smashes Fitsharris’s nose right into his face. He falls to the mat a bloodied mess and Thunderkiss comes alive.]

BODY COUNT
SIX

Thunderkiss: BRING ‘EM! YOU TWO HEAR ME? BRING MORE! I WANT MORE! BRING THE WHOLE LOCKER ROOM .... BRING THEM ALL!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Jake Steele: Well, you really showed me how it’s done. Good fuckin' job, Phillips.

The Senator: You imbecile, why do you not -

Thunderkiss *interrupting*: HEY!

[The Senator rolls his eyes and reluctantly bats them toward the ring. On the other hand, Steele has no problems giving TK his attention. He does, however, have a hard time restraining himself so he doesn’t rush off to the ring and knock TK’s head off his shoulders.]

Thunderkiss: You two have had two weeks to circle jerk each other. You’re on MY time now. Senator Steve Phillips. A couple of months ago I made it my mission to bring your attention back to this sport which at the time you had all but forgotten. I thought, how did I put it, you were tainting my legacy by ignoring yours. Looking back I now see I made a selfishness mistake. You’re way past saving, Senator, and at Omega Effect I’m going to put finish the job that you started. You might think you’re a master manipulator by imploring my own methods against me but you’re going to soon learn that only man can wield my sword and if you can’t live by it, you shall DIE by it.

[The Senator shakes his head in disagreement; Thunderkiss’ index finger finds a new target.]

Thunderkiss: Jake Steele. Don’t think for a second I forgot about you, sunshine. In case you didn’t notice, I’m here live and in person despite your best efforts and that should come at no one’s surprise. Why? Because you’re a failure. You’re a failure as a man and also as a champion. Just like your boys here tonight you didn’t get the job done and it’s going to come back and cost ya’ dearly. I swear, If you put your four heads together you still wouldn’t have enough brains to make a headache. How you’ve held that title for four months is beyond me but this “joke” has long worn out it’s welcome. You are looking at the man who has jacked JAKE. Vetoed the SENATOR. Hunted HUNTER. Lacerated ALICIA. Laid out LATINO. Broke BK. Divided by ZERO. In one week, I am going to BEND ...

Fans *in unison*: STEELE!

Thunderkiss: I am no fallen soul. I am no failed artist. I am no “macho man.” I am the WORLDBREAKER. This is it, Jake, the end road. You’re time is up, Champ.

[Thunderkiss drops his mic and the crowd responds with an uproar of applause from the nosebleed seats all the way down to the front row. Thunderkiss stares at Jake Steele. Jake Steele stares at the Senator. The Senator stares at Thunderkiss. There will be no more games, no more talking, no more jocking for position. What there will be is a chance to walk out of ACW’s premier event with all the spoils that come with being an ACW World Heavyweight Champion. Over the years Omega Effect has had many main events. Five of them in fact. None compare to the grueling road all three men have had to travel to get here. Self-sacrifice. Atonement. Redemption. All three are worthy, only one can win.]

And thus, the final hill of the long, winding road to Omega Effect V is crested.

In a week’s time, history will be written; tales to be re-told for many a year.

But whose history will it be? For history is only ever written by the winners...

Fade to Black.

End of Show.