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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:49:27 GMT -5
Segment: This is the end? (Credit: Jonny Spade) With the match over and Gooey in the clear of paying that debt that he owed, the two of them make their way through the backstage Gooey high fives random hands of stage hands back stage. This is until Gingerdude comes up to them and approaches them both. Gingerdude: Congratulations on the win, the two of you. Jonny and Gooey: Thanks. Thanks. Gingerdude: So Gooey with your current performance during that match I am willing to offer you a contract with ACW once again. Jonny: Gooey: Thanks, but no thanks, I do not really feel the need to start up wrestling any time soon… Jonny: Aww.Gingerdude: Well that’s just a shame. You know…now that you saved yourself money how about paying off some of that car damage that was caused? Jonny and Gooey look at each other with a scared look on their face, Gooey is the first to break the silence.Gooey: Yah…so I think it’s time for me to take my leave..Ging, thanks for everything. Jonny, appreciate everything you did for me. Gooey puts on a fedora hat on his head and turns 180 degrees and walks off down the hallway that they first came down in.Ginger: Where did that fedora from? Jonny shrugs and scratches the back of his head. And then walks off in the opposite direction, Gingerdude facepalms and goes back in the direction he came from.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:49:50 GMT -5
“HELL’S ANGEL” Credit: Rattlesnake & Thunderkiss VRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOM!! [How does one settle their nerves for the biggest match of their entire career? By riding a motorcycle through a parking garage, of course. Hand on the accelerator of his new “loaner,” Thunderkiss keeps the bike’s engine working overtime while Anna straddles from behind with her arms. Her grip around him tightens in relation to their speed and for that reason he has no intentions of slowing down.] Thunderkiss: What do you think? Do you think I can make that turn?! Grindhouse: Don’t you even dare!Thunderkiss: Oh, I dare.[Fast and faster the hairpin turn approaches and Anna’s fingernails begin to break though his skin. Unable to bear another second of the ride, she closes her eyes and that’s when her ears are pieced by the unholy sound of break pads grinding down upon metal.] SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH!!! Thunderkiss: Not.Grindhouse: !Thunderkiss: You really didn’t think I was going to, now did ya’?Grindhouse: YOU ASSHOLE![Anna begins to club Thunderkiss in the back of his head for her troubles and even slaps on a rear chin lock that he finds most impressive. It the midst of battle she has slowly started to learn how to defend herself and while he wishes she would have been able to keep her innocence, Thunderkiss is quite comfortable with these new developments. However, before he can commend her, they are interrupted by yet another well wisher, one that comes bearing “gifts.”] Kiss Army Fangirl: Kiss! Sign my tits! Thunderkiss: Only if I can draw a smiley face around your nipple.Kiss Army Fangirl: Baby, you can doodle anything you want. Grindhouse: AIDEN JOSEPH! HOW DARE YOU![Thunderkiss gulps and cringes at the fingernails that are currently digging into his shoulder. When a man gets a ring on his finger he must keep his hormones in check. Under the bright lights and decadence of Omega Effect his excitement got the better of him and he’s paying dearly for it now.] Grindhouse: How dare you not allow me one boob, you selfish prick! Thunderkiss: Oh you know me, sunshine, I never learned how to share! [With his name drying in wet marker on the left breast, Thunderkiss passes the pen and holds the right firmly in place as Anna begins to scribe. One loop, swosh and swirl later the fan’s rack has been transformed into an autograph book and she could not be more the merrier.] Kiss Army Fangirl: OMG! Just wait until I show all my friends! Thunderkiss: Yes. Go show them off and make the world a better place! Make sure to take a few pictures too. You know, preserve the moment since eventually either water or spit will erode our names from your fleshy canvas. Preferably spit. [The fan responds with a coy smile and Anna’s patience has worn out. While she understands that her husband is a heartthrob of many and even has some fun with it (as seen here), to do it so openly and persistent in front of her is only asking for trouble. With a scowl that would send a shiver up a spine of a dead man Anna makes it clear to this overjealous woman that she has long overstayed her welcome. The fan scurries away before she gives Anna the chance of tearing her Omega Effect memento off her body.] Thunderkiss: You know, it’s amazing how you do that. Next time we let me remind you to answer the door when a Jehovah’s witness comes calling. *slight pause* Now there’s somebody I haven’t seen in a while.[While TK’s night isn’t close to being over, Rattlesnake’s is. There stands the Kaiser of Constriction, putting his bags into the trunk of his car after having more than earned his paycheck tonight. Upon first glance TK’s mind flashes back to a month ago when he last heard Snake’s name as it poured from the lips from Sarin Rossi. Upon doing so he remembers her message, one he promised to deliver and has failed to do so thus far. His ego tells him he isn’t a delivery boy; he tells his ego he is a man of his word.] Thunderkiss: Darlin’, mind if I step away for a second? I have some long overdue business with this guy.Grindhouse: My all means, ‘sug. Can I take it for a spin by myself while you talk?[Now this is just asking for trouble. Thunderkiss’ brain says no but one look into his wife’s eyes and his heart disagrees. As they say, you gotta go with your heart.] Thunderkiss: .... alright, but go slow. Grindhouse: I will. I promise! [Anna takes front and center and releases the clutch. Not wanting to stress himself out with worry Thunderkiss takes his eyes off of her and instead places them towards his next conversation. His feet follow suit.] Thunderkiss: RATTLESNAKE! Just the man I wanted to see!Rattlesnake: Well if it isn't Thunderkiss. What a pleasant surprise.Thunderkiss: Yeah, I’m sure it’s “pleasant.” Grindhouse: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!Thunderkiss *turning/yelling*: DAMMIT, I SAID GO SLOW, ANNA! *scoff* Women![If it is Kiss’ intentions to keep Rattlesnake waiting all day he is in for some disappointment. Snake has much better things to do than entertain Sid and Nancy.] Rattlesnake: If you don't really have anything to say to me, I'm out of here. I have to get away.Thunderkiss: Alright! Alright! Well now, hmm, how should I put this? A few weeks ago I just happened to bump into one of your old friends!Rattlesnake: Really? An old friend? And just who was that?Thunderkiss: Uhh, well, it was Sarin. Heh. Rattlesnake: Wait. Why the hell would you be visiting Sarin? You two hate each other but that’s a different story. I tried visiting her myself about the same time but they wouldn't let me. I was told that she got herself throw into solitary confinement after beating up some guards and they sent me packing.Thunderkiss: Yeeeeeeeah. About that.Rattlesnake: About that? Just what in the hell did you do, Kiss? What the fuck did you do!Thunderkiss: I was there went it all went down and I won’t lie, I helped instigate the thing. I was there to obtain information from my not so secrete admirer when low and behold I ran smack dab into guess who? Sarin Rossi. We exchanged a few unpleasantries, things got heated and before you know it we were tearing the house down.[Snake's upper lip starts to curl in anger.] Rattlesnake: You miserable, no-good son of a bitch.Thunderkiss: Easy there, brother. Look, I will compensate you for your time and your airline travel there. Hey, you might have been her boy toy but at least try to appreciate the fact that it takes TWO to tango. Don’t shoot the messenger!Rattlesnake: Shoot the messenger. That's a good idea. I would if I could but unfortunately I don’t have a gun on right this moment.Thunderkiss: Sure you do, but mine are bigger. WELCOME TO THE GUN SHOW, BROTHER![Thunderkiss curls his biceps and Snake is not amused. Before things get any more heated TK gets the hell out of Dodge before Snake can put a damper on his Omega Effect plans. In true wild west fashion Thunderkiss leaps onto the back of the Harley as Anna doubles back. Talk about good timing.] Thunderkiss *yelling*: We’ll talk when you, uh know, settle down. Until then, check’s in the mail, Rattlesnake!Rattlesnake: As the saying goes Blunderkiss, don’t let your mouth write checks your ass can’t cash. You want to talk more later on? Oh we'll talk. We'll definitely talk. But it won't be that picture perfect tea party. We'll talk, but my fists are going to do the talking for me.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:51:26 GMT -5
The Formula Credit: Dan White, Jonny Spade and ?? There's a pop from the crowd, as the camera fades in and we're introduced to Dan White, the Welsh Dragon, preparing for his match later tonight against the Hitman of the Gods, with the winner earning a World Title shot. He's strapping his arms up, when he hears his phone vibrating.Dan White: For the love of STI clinics, what NOW?! He's clearly irate, as he picks up his phone, answering it.Dan White: Yes?! He answers in a rather brass tone, but his facial expression quickly changes as he hears the voice on the other side.Dan White: Oh, it's you. I didn't expect this... Dan's eyes are still widened at this mystery phone call, as he listens on.Dan White: Yeah well of course I didn't keep your number. We've not spoken in what, a year? Something like that anyways. He listens on, smirking, as though he's heard some information that he likes. Nodding his head in approval, he responds.Dan White: Alright, I'm liking the sound of that. Of course it depends on my result tonight... More talking from the other endDan White: Yeah, well have you asked the others? I figured they might be interested as well. More talking, as Dan's curiosity turns into a smile.Dan White: Excellent! Well, let me know how it goes. Dan smiles as he hangs up the phone, and places his phone on his table.Dan White: Well, that gives me some incentive to win tonight... Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:51:41 GMT -5
The scene opens up to Jonny Spade in his street attire, just fresh off his parking lot brawl win with Gooey, who is seen in the back talking to some generic stage hands about random stuff when the audio kicks in.
Jonny: So it’s just me and the cheese dip when…
Suddenly a phone ringing is heard and Jonny pauses then digs into his pocket looking for it. He finds it and checks the caller I.D, sees that its someone important and says to the other guys there…
Jonny: Sorry this might be important I got to take it.
Jonny walks away and around the corner before he flips open his phone.
Jonny: … Hello?
He pauses as he hears talking on the other end.
Jonny: Hey, yea I figured it was you from the caller I.D
More talking on the other end...
Jonny: Mhmm…ok….mhmmm.. I like the sound of where this is going.
Jonny pauses as he hears words going on from the other end.
Jonny: Is White in on this as well?
A brief pause is heard.
Jonny: Excellent. See you soon.
He closes the phone again and then puts it back into his pocket and then walks back around the corner.
Jonny: Right so back to my story…
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:51:56 GMT -5
The phone clicks shut, is placed on the chairside table and the man sitting in armchair that faces away from the camera sighs. A fireplace that is lit on a cold June day provides the light for the scene, but the only thing to see is the right arm of a man, a classic Victorian-style arm chair, the hearth of the fireplace, and a table with a cell phone, a pen and a piece of paper. The phone doesn’t stay on the table long, speed dial seven is dialed, speaker phone is turned on and a conversation ensues [/center][/blockquote] Man 1: They are in. Man 2: Both of them? Man 1: Yep. We are three fifths of the way there. You sure you won’t join us? We could use an official ca- Man 2: I would love to man, but I gotta play Dad. Man 1: Yeah yeah, I understand. Well the door will always be open for you. Man 2: Good luck. The phone is put down on the BLANK and the pen is retrieved. A click of the pen opens it as the camera moves closer to the table. The man in chair makes a mark on the piece of paper as the camera can finally get it in clear view: [/center][/blockquote] The Formula
Me, duh
Jonny Spade
Dan White
Two newbs to tag.
One victim.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:52:20 GMT -5
Segment: And Once Again We Have Come To This Moment Of Moments Which Is A Magnificent Spectacle Of The Best ACW Has To Offer And So Far I Reckon It Has Been A Top Notch Show Although I'm Not A Great Fan Of That Jake Steele Because I Think He Sucks And He Retains The Belt Then We Riot Although I Am A Fan Of That Thunder Train Because He Eats All The Gruel In The Canteen So That We Get Better Food Every Now And Then But Normally He's Just Busy Eating Wall Plaster Or Wheel Trims So It's A Very Hit And Miss Theory But The Point Remains That If I Can Do It Then You Can Do It And I Want You To Keep Those Words Close To Your Heart Because One Day They Will Be Extremely Important To You And You Don't Want To Wait Until It's Too Late Because You Shall Rue That Day And Wish That You Had Never Been Born But Enough About All That Malarkey Because It's Omega Effect V And We Are Having A Whale Of A Time And I Hope To God This Is Longer Than My Segment Because If It Is Then The Senator Promised Me Like A Thousand Million Calc Points And That Would Be Just Swell THE END (Credit: Dan White)
Omega Effect V, and we're just moments away from one of the most important matches on the card, at least in terms of what's at stake. We fade in, with Charlotte standing next to Dan White.
Charlotte: I'm here with Dan White, ahead of his match with The Hitman of the Gods! Now Dan, what are your chances tonight?
Dan looks at Charlotte, with his eyebrows raised.
Dan White: You know? I'm just going to let my performance do the talking.
Dan walks off, leaving Charlotte by herself, rather bewildered. Did I do It?
Fade Out.
(PS - Sorry this segment is so crap >_>)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:53:02 GMT -5
Segment: The Top of the Mountain... Credit: Jake Steele
As the scene opens, we see Jake Steele in an undisclosed area, all dark, and nobody else in sight. Maybe this is his special training grounds for Omega Effect V, maybe this is where he goes to think. He sits down, his head looking downwards, but there is something different about this scenery. He isn't sitting on the ground, he is sitting on a ledge to what seems to be a higher up layer of this building he is in. His World Championship placed over his shoulder, he sits adorned in street clothes and a black bandana visibly hanging from his back pocket, his MVP chain shining through the darkness. He breathes in, and begins to speak, his words almost symbolic for what could be the last time he holds this championship.
Steele: As I sit upon this mountain… and I look down at those who I call my challengers, my allies, my enemies, I have precious time to think. I have time to remember the memories, I have time to strategize, and prepare for the future. As I sit upon this mountain… I think about everything I did to earn this championship placed in my hands and I think about those who have denied me that right, with they false allegations, and conspiracy theories. I wake up every morning having to hear it. “Why did you do what you did to XS3.” “Why did you break RDK’s arm?” “Why did you break Thunderkiss’ wrist!” All I hear is why, but nobody stops to think about the answer first. I had my reasons, I gave my reasons, but people was too blinded to notice. They wanted me to be their hero, they wanted me to lay down and accept whatever beating I got, they wanted me to be a pussy… and I ain’t a pussy, for nobody. I would never sit back and let people like Steve Phillips take their anger out on me, then don’t retaliate to that in return. I would never let Thunderkiss’ play mind games with me without me giving him my own test of games. And I would never let those two take what I motherfuckin’ deserve!
Steve Phillips. From day one, I don’t know why, but you had somethin’ against me. When I tried to get a World Title shot last year during Seven Deadly Sins, I saw the look in your eyes whenever I spoke… you were disgusted. You tried to hide it, but I saw it clearly, you couldn’t take me ever obtaining any success in ACW, and from that day right there, yo punk ass decided you was gon’ be on a misison to stop me. But that mission failed real quick, when I not only became one half of ACW’s Tag Team Champions, but when I took Jay Zero’s International Championship. You saw me do that, and yo disgust grew… so much so that you decided you would join Jay Zero, take him under ya wing and become Senatorial Stable v10. That lasted long, didn’t it? He turned on you like all the others, and yo plans to stop me couldn’t hold weight, because I went on to become one of the best International Champions ACW had ever seen, and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it… Yeah, I was the man then, and I am the man now, which is why you chopped me down with a deadline at Fallen Heroes. You still can’t handle me as bein’ champ, and you may call me reckless, flashy and unfit to be what I am today, Phillips, but like it or not, you helped me become what I am today! Your ambition to stop me from bein’ at the top, helped me rise above ya denial, and it helped me become the toughest motherfucker to walk into ACW… ever!
…Thunderkiss. Our battles go beyond championships. You know it, I know it. Ever since you were unmasked last year, you began to try and “chop off the head of the snake” which was the Road Steelers. You went after XS3, Thunder Train, and then you aimed your targets for me. You and RDK both tried to strike me down, but we all know how that story went man. I pinned you at Ragnarok, I showed you I was better, but you couldn’t accept it for what it was! Defeat. I defeated you, I got a three count over you, I proved I was better, but you just… couldn’t… you just couldn’t stop hacking away. Lee Homicide. Andrew Starr. Davey Dickinson. All fell to yo hands, and now here we are again. The biggest stage of them all, you dig? You just won’t give up, and I don’t know why, but you just won’t stay down. Ambition, maybe? Or maybe it’s just stubborness, maybe you just resent yaself for knowing your days in ACW are gettin’ slimmer and slimmer by the day. Maybe you think tonight is your last chance at glory, but me… I know tonight, I finish what I started. We finish what we started all those months back. Tonight, the World Breaker… gets broken and shattered, to pieces.
What I hold in my hands is the most important championship in North America. You can’t get any higher than this right here… and you two will NEVER get hold of this, ever. Tonight is the official funeral of Steve Phillips and Thunderkiss, and I'll be diggin' the grave... you dig!?
His eyes glare across the camera, and the intensity is clear. Tonight he is on his own mission. He knows what he has to do... bury the legacies of two legends, and according to his own words, he has no problem digging that grave.
R.I.P.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:53:37 GMT -5
===================== The Past Present and Future.
Chris Phenomenal ===================== The scene opens in a fancy production studio with Chris Phenomenal sitting in a chair next to Charlotte King. Across from them are a variety of cameras and in the background is the Omega Effect Logo.Charlotte King: Ladies and Gentleman it is my pleasure at this time to bring to you Chris Phenomenal, now I’d like to remind you all of the phone number for you to call in and ask any question you may have for Chris at this time, and with that we have our first calller. Caller: How does it feel to lose to Jason Freeman? Chris Phenomenal: Good to see we have a wise guy as the first caller of the afternoon. How does it feel to lose to Jason Freeman, it feels like losing to any other man in this company. There’s nothing special about Jason Freeman, he’s just some demented psycho running around with a strange thing for Alicia Kitsune, he’s AK’s Torak.Charlotte King: Rob from Mexico Rob: How does it feel to be a better wrestler than Jason Freeman and Jake Steele combined? Chris Phenomenal: To be fair, it feels great that someone would think that. It’s a very subjective matter about who is a better wrestler, and for me to be consider the top one is quite an honor. Choosing to compare me to Jake Steele and Freeman though, that isn’t saying much as we’ve all seen them in the ring, and they aren’t really wrestlers. They run around, then attack their opponent with chairs or burn their house down, it’s quite a shame really.Charlotte King: MJD from some Jewish Place. MJD: What is with Rep’s inherent hate of me. Chris Phenomenal: Maybe he’s an anti semite, maybe he doesn’t like white people. Maybe he’s got a fear of big noses. To be fair, I don’t think Rep likes many people so don’t consider yourself anymore special just because he doesn’t. Charlotte King: This one comes from ACW Wrestler, or former ACW Wrestler I’m not quite certain, Bryce. Bryce Genericson: How does it feel to be a white mini Jake Steele? Chris Phenomenal: Seriously, I really shouldn’t be assed with Bryce, he’s done nothing in his career to warrant any respect, but this question is intriguing so I’ll give it a shot. As far as I’m concerned there are no parallels between Jake Steele and myself, the term “mini” is in fact quite laughable. Jake Steele is some little Brooklyn wannabe G, running around talkin’ like dis like he’s Jay-Z or some shit, where as I come from Harlem, where the real thugs live. Where if you look at someone the wrong way they bust a cap in yo ass. The difference between Brooklyn and Harlem, and by association Jake Steele and Myself, is that Harlem’s real, and Brooklyn’s just some poser shit, and after Omega Effect, when I walk out with the Entertainment title, and Jake Steele loses his Heavyweight Title to Senator, it’s only going to prove it again.Charlotte King: The next questions come from Mr Hot…Nis. Mr. Hot…Nis: Why did you turn out Rawt Chris, and if Jake Steele hadn’t have taken out Hollywood Mach, was he next on your list. Chris Phenomenal: I think it’s been fairly obvious as to why I took out Rawt, I was tired of carrying dead weight around. Any time you win ten matches in a row it would make you think that you’re something special, but if you look at the people he faced to do it, it wasn’t all that impressive. The Mega Star Alliance was dead, and I had to make my mark, and taking out Rawt did that. As for Hollywood Mach, if Jake Steele hadn’t have taken him out, yes I would have taken him out. He would have either came to save Rawt at which point he would have been walked into the lion’s den, or later that evening I would have been able to ask him why he wasn’t there for Rawt, call him a selfish bitch then knock his fucking teeth in. It’s sad that Jake Steele beat me too it, but alas, those are the breaks. Mr. Hot…Nis: Two more questions Chris, With the change in attitude, is it going to cause a shift in in ring style, and what are your future plans for the Entertainment Championship. Chris Phenomenal: I really don’t think it’s imperative this close to Omega Effect to talk about a shift in in ring style. Couple that with the fact that I don’t think I necessarily have a philosophy in the ring and I don‘t think there will be a shift. As for the plans with the Entertainment Champion, it all depends what gets thrown in front of me. I‘m not going to back away from any challengers, I‘m not going to run and hide because I don‘t like someone, in fact that gives me more reason to kick their ass in the ring. I don‘t want to make myself out to be like some other wrestlers who are of the mentality of “If you want some, come get some,” but I‘m not going to back away from a fight.Charlotte King: Now we have a frequent caller into our programs, Mike Fresh. Mike Fresh You seem to have a grudge against Jake Steele, you’ve basically been in his face since the first day in ACW, what did he ever do to you. Chris Phenomenal: It’s obvious to me that Mike Fresh is an ACW fan boy, because the rival of me and Jake Steele dates back to the federation I almost conquered and the one that almost ruined my career. Back in ECF, before it merged with HPW, there was a young buck named Jake Steele who figured he could just waltz in, steal the thunder I’d created since coming in three weeks earlier. We were both young bucks, and were given the chance to duke it out for a title shot, something that was never to be as ECF was sold to the owner of HPW, AmerikanSykoII. Jake Steele than made his way over to ACW, while I won the HPW TV Title, the HPW Hardcore Title, and the HPW Tag Team Titles, all in the span of six weeks, before walking out of the fed. That’s where the history with Jake Steele started, and then the fact that he treated me like a rookie when I showed up in ACW, that’s why I can’t stand the mother fucker, and that’s why if he manages to walk out of Omega Effect with the title around his waist, he better watch his back, because at any given time I’ll be ready to cash in my crucible contract.Mike Fresh: If you could have a match with one person in ACW, who would it be and why? Chris Phenomenal: If I could have a match with any one person, it would be whoever the ACW Heavyweight Champion is in a match for the title. The sole reason being that it‘s everyone‘s goal to make it to the top of ACW, to win the big belt proving I am the best in this company. If I wasn‘t able to do that then I‘d choose Dan White, he‘s an ACW legend and if you wish to become one you have to beat them. Tack on the fact that Dan White is one of the best wrestlers on the roster at present time and you have a match made in heaven.Mike Fresh: Two more questions, if Jake Steele were to challenge you to a match anytime, anywhere, with no holds barred, and no interference would you accept, andWhy haven't you focused much on your Entertainment Title, and why are you trying to go for the World Championship as well? Chris Phenomenal: Of course I’d accept Jake Steele’s challenge, as I said earlier I’m not one to back down from a fight. As for the Entertainment Championship, I set up a competition for people to earn a shot to face me in order to give me time to both train for Omega Efffect, but also to set my future up. If you’re in the wrestling business and you aren’t focused on winning the top belt in the company, than you don’t deserve to be in the business. I’ll make sure I take care of mine, but I’m not just going to sit on my laurels.Charlotte King: We’ve got time for a few more callers, next we’ve got, Cody from Canada. Cody: Chris, if you were born with a vagina, would you be any different? Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, I’d have a pussy.Cody: Clever, do you feel popcorn is an overrated night snack. Chris Phenomenal: Speaking honestly, I’ve never been a fan of popcorn, never became enamoured with it. I’m more of a nacho kind of person myself.Cody: And have you conquered your childhood fear of dust? Chris Phenomenal: To be fair, I don’t think livin’ in Harlem you can be afraid of dust. People are more worried about gettin’ shot or where their next meal is comin’ from than a little bit of dust on the walls, so I don’t think I ever had a fear to conquer. Charlotte King: We have enough time for two more questions, we go to…Jay Zero. Jay Zero: DO YOU LOVE ME NOW???Chris Phenomenal and Charlotte King stare blankly as the line goes d ead, it takes a few moments for them to gather themselves.Charlotte King: Alright, time for our last question we go to Paige. The look on Chris’ face changes as he looks at Charlotte King in disbelief, and as soon as her voice sounds, Chris’ heart skips a beat.Paige: My question is similar to Jay Zero’s, do you still love me?Chris is blank for a moment until Charlotte elbows him in the ribs, bringing him back to reality.Chris Phenomenal: Never stopped. Where…where are you? Paige: I thought this was supposed to be me asking the questions?Chris stares at the camera, knowing that Paige is watching at home.Paige: Why don’t you come home during the two week break.With that the line goes dead as Chris’ mind is on another planet, Charlotte trying to get his attention before realizing he is lost in his own mind.Charlotte King: I guess that’s all the time we have today. I’d like to thank everyone for watching, as well as all our callers. Don’t forget to order Omega Effect live on Monday. With that the scene cuts away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:54:16 GMT -5
Pre Match Warm Up By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage, we find ourselves in the Zero Tolerance locker room. However, rather than finding one of the team members from sitting back, relaxing and enjoying the plush, outrageously expensive perks of being friends with the boss, we find Dave Shadow standing in the middle of the room. Everything has been pushed back up against the wall, and he is in full wrestling gear. Dave stretches out his arms, while jumping up and down on the spot, trying to get some last minute warm ups in before what is possibly the biggest match of his career so far.
There’s a knock on the door, as Dave stays silent, rolling his eyes back into his head at whomever is trying to disturb his prematch exercises. Whoever is at the door is not taking the hint though, as the knocking continues. Eventually, Dave shouts out that the door is open. It pops open as Dave looks round to see who is bugging him. His angry demeanour melts away as his brother, the male model Jay Tyler, struts through the door.
Jay: Little brother! I was beginning to think I had missed you. Dave: Hah, you made it then. Didn’t think you would.Jay: Pfft, have you ever known me to turn down free tickets to anything? And the backstage passes were just the icing on the cake.Dave: I hope you’re not causing too much trouble.Jay: Me? Trouble? No, of course not. Though, if you hear anything involving me and the ladies dressing room, ignore them. Dave lets out a sigh, before continuing at his stretches. Jay walks round the dressing room, checking out everything, coming to a halt in front of the massive big TV screen positions on one of the walls. He whistles, impressed.
Jay: Not a bad little thing you’ve got going here.Dave: Thanks. Don’t touch anything.Jay: How much are you getting paid, out of curiosity?Dave: Enough.Jay: How much is enough? Enough to cover the debt of the CIW fiasco?Dave gives him a long, hard stare, before turning his attentions back to his stretches. Jay lets a small grin spread across his face, before heading over to the couch and falling back into it, sinking back.
Jay: I was thinking....Dave: Dangerous.Jay: I’m sure you’re making plenty of money here in ACW, but I think you could be making a whole lot more. I mean, sure. You probably pick up a fair bit from your ACW paycheque, but how do you do merchandise wise?Dave: Jay, I do well enough. I may not make a whole lot off Dave Shadow shirts at the moment...let’s face it, no one likes me so they aren’t going to plaster my face over their chest....but when you combine the fact I still hold the rights to GWF and CIW merchandise, I actually have plenty of income. Every time someone buys a GWF shirt, be it a Shelton Splash, James Murphy or Damian DeNiro one, I pick up a nice little share of the profit.Jay: True, but you could be making more. I mean, some day, the people will get bored with hearing about GWF....Dave: ....I think most already have <_<.....Jay: So you need to have a backup plan. And that’s where I come in. Dave: Listen, last time I was curious about one of your plans, I ended up in a weird hotel with a mad scientist with a Photoshop fetish.Jay: Ok, I’ll admit. Not the greatest of ideas. Here though is a far better one. MASKS!Dave: Masks?Jay: Sure. See, I’ve done research on wrestling, and I’ve seen the level of merchandise that the likes of Rey Mysterio sell in WWE. You don a mask, and you can say hello to big cheques rolling in through the letter box.Dave: Jay....As he says this, there is a knock on the door. Dave’s head drops.
Dave: Jesus, can I get no peace? COME IN!The door opens as Charlotte King walks in, microphone in hand as ever. Jay jumps out of the couch, and stands bolt upright, running his hands through his hair and tiding himself up. Charlotte spots him and looks at him nervously.
Jay: Hello.Charlotte: Um, hi. Dave, I was wondering if I could get some last minute words before your match with Train.[/color] Dave: King, I’m a little bu....Another knock on the door, as Gingerdude walks in, not waiting for anyone to say he can. Following him into the room come a handful of other ACW staff members, two holding big cameras and one holding a mic overhead. Gingerdude seems to be doing some tour of the backstage area for a documentary.
Gingerdude: And here we have my dressing room, which I share with Zero Tolerance. And speaking of, here’s Dave Shadow. Hi Dave. Dave: Kinda busy.Gingerdude ignores him and starts jabbering away to the camera, as Jay starts hitting on Charlotte. Dave continues to try and prepare, but is getting more and more irritated, his face becoming redder by the second. He closes his eyes, but as the noise continues to escalate, he eventually explodes.
DAVE: SHUT UP! Silence falls on the room.
Dave: Jesus Christ, can’t you see I’m trying to get my mind together here. I’m about to have the biggest match of my career, and you lot come in here, shouting and screaming. You know how distracting this is? You know how difficult it is to get ready when I have one guy touting merchandise, one chick asking me how I’m feeling and an entire crew of people doing their best to make as large a din as possible. Would you all please GET THE HELL OUT AND LET ME GET READY! I can’t afford to lose tonight, so if you don’t mind, bugger off.Everyone looks at him, silence in the room.
Jay: Jesus Dave, no need to have your knickers in a twist.Gingerdude: Please excuse that outburst guys. Tensions running high. Charlotte: Guess I got my headlines then. Dave cracks due to stress before match. Everyone turns and heads out of the room, leaving Dave on his own. Dave runs his hand over his face, and sighs heavily, as we...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:55:39 GMT -5
It’s Time! Jack Jefferson
The van carrying Big Terry, Jack Jefferson, Tommy Fingers, Mick Knuckles, Romeo George and Jeff slows to a stop at the marina barrier. The security guard signals for Tommy, who is driving, to wind down his window. Naturally, he complies and leans out as he does so.
Guard: Business?
Tommy: We’re the mechanics. We’re here to repair the engine on The Minerva.
Guard: Repairs? They didn’t mention anything...
Tommy: They didn’t? Odd...we’re the emergency callout team. They’re paying us extra to come out on such short notice.
Guard: Oh right, well I guess you’d better go on through then.
The guard raises the barrier and waves them through. What he hasn’t realised is that, while he was talking to Tommy, Jack Jefferson has snuck out of the rear of the van and is now clinging onto the opposite side thanks to framework designed to carry ladders. As the van picks up speed Jefferson leaps off, landing with a thud and a roll on the grass by the side of the road. He brushes himself down before pulling the weapon out of his waistband.
Crouching the entire way he creeps across to the guard hut and presses himself up against the outside of the wall. He takes a deep breath to compose himself before spinning around the side and looking straight into the guard booth through the open window. Quick as a flash Jefferson unloads two silenced bullets into his chest and the guard, now decidedly deceased, slumps backwards and crashes to the floor off his chair. Jefferson looks around the office, confused, before pulling a walkie talkie out of his pocket.
Jefferson: I think we’ve got a problem here, only one eagle in the nest. I repeat, only one eagle in the nest.
Tommy: One eagle in the nest? Stop fucking about and tell me what’s going on.
Jefferson: Sorry, couldn’t resist. On a serious note though, there’s only one guard in the office. I thought there was supposed to be two?
Tommy: Don’t worry about it, he was on patrol. We got it. Just deal with the alarm system, hide the body and get over here.
Jefferson: No problem, I’ll be there soon.
Jefferson climbs through the window into the small security office and quickly looks around for a place to hide the dead security guard. Luckily for him there’s an equipment room, and by room I mean closet, where he can stuff the corpse. He does so with minimum fuzz, making sure the door is wedged shut so he doesn’t flop out at any point. Jefferson then goes to work disabling the alarm system by crouching under the desk and removing the protective housing. Before him there is a mess of wires and he knows if he cuts the wrong one a silent alarm will be sent to the police station and the place will be swarming with the cops before he knows it. Luckily for him Jeff talked about nothing else on the way across than what wire needed cutting. He kept repeating over and over “They try and fool ya into thinking it’s red but you need to cut the green” to the point where Jefferson wanted to kill himself to end the mindless chatter. It comes in handy now though and Jefferson quickly severs the green wire and notes with a smile that the glowing power light has died.
With this portion of the job over Jefferson hops out of the window, tucking the gun back into his waistband, and begins making his way over to The Minerva, a huge yacht moored halfway along the marina. It doesn’t take him long to get there and he sees Mick Knuckles and Romeo George stood waiting on guard duty. George is smoking a small, cheap cigar and Jefferson grimaces as he sees him doing this. He makes straight for the van, opening the back door and climbing into the back.
George: Hey man, what you doin?
Jefferson: I just need to get something, don’t worry about it.
George: Okay, but hurry up. The boss wants this done and dusted, pronto.
Jefferson steps out of the van, Jerry Can in hand, and both Mick and George shoot him puzzled looks. He closes the van door behind him with a slight clang then stares at them both, as if to say “what?”
Mick: Hey Jack, what you got--
Jefferson doesn’t answer, instead he whips out his gun and shoots both men before they have chance to say another word. He stands over George and stamps out his cigar, muttering to himself as he does so.
Jefferson: Trust that slimy fuck to smoke cheap cigars. There is no point in smoking a cigar that is not both fat and Cuban.
Jefferson smirks to himself about this comment and continues on his way, walking onto the boat and placing the Jerry Can in the doorway. The interior of the yacht is highly impressive; it looks more like a big house than a boat. Jefferson quickly spots Tommy Fingers, who is picking the lock on a cabinet containing what appears to be a lot of ornate glasswork, and crouches next to him.
Tommy: Ah good, you’re here. Did everything go smooth?
Jefferson: Like clockwork. Where’s the boss?
Tommy: Master bedroom, over there. Why?
Jefferson: Oh, no reason.
Jefferson, with no warning pulls out his gun and smashes the butt into the base of Tommy’s skull. Tommy lets out a slight cry before slumping to the floor, unconscious. Jefferson grimaces, looking like he didn’t exactly enjoy what he just did but his expression soon switches to nonchalance and he stands up right and straightens his clothes. He strides over to the main bedroom and opens the door.
Jeff: ...I’m almost there, I just need to reconfigure the schematics slightly then it should give me the correct code. I’ll have this thing open in--
Without a second’s hesitation Jefferson empties the rest of his magazine in Jeff’s back, causing a look of horror from Big Terry and a great number of blood splatters from Jeff.
Jefferson: That geeky bastard really got on my nerves, felt great to finally dispose of the cunt.
Terry: What the fuck are you doing?
Jefferson: How dare you question me! This is what you brought me in for, right? To take people the fuck out. As I recall, I got out of this line of work a long time ago but you had to send the big guy round to make me come back didn’t ya? Big mistake Terry!
Terry: Hey! You owed me one last job. You’re lucky I let you live after you flaked on me!
Jefferson: Lucky? LUCKY?! You disrespectful sonuva bitch! How dare you claim to have let me do anything! I don’t have to do anything for you. Only reason I came along was to teach you a fucking lesson. Sending Tommy round to threaten me? What the fuck was that?!
Terry: Well, I knew you wouldn’t come willingly--
Jefferson: You’re damn Skippy I wouldn’t Terry. Me and you working together, that’s in the past...exactly where you should’ve left it. You see Terry you’ve signed your own death warrant with this job. It wasn’t just having Tommy threaten me; no I can deal with threats no problem. It wasn’t even the fact that you were going to have me whacked if I didn’t play along; I kinda expected that, would’ve been disappointed if you hadn’t. No, you wanna know what the final straw was Terry? You wanna know which bastarding straw broke the camel’s back?!
Terry: Er...we--
Jefferson: Hypothetical question Terry, you thick cunt! Now where was I? Oh, yes...the final straw. Well Terry, the final straw was you saying you weren’t going to pay you. That I would be doing it for free because I “owed you”. No, no, no, no, no! That was a big mistake! You tried to make yourself look good in front of your boys by turning me into your bitch but you forgot one thing Terry...I’M NOBODY’S BITCH!! Well, now you’re going to pay for it. You’re going to pay for it in the biggest way possible.
Terry: There’s no way you’ll get away with this!
Jefferson: Au, contraire Terry my good man! You see, you’re the only one left and we both know you can’t stop me; you never were anything without your crew to back you up. You see, I shot knuckle-head and slimeball, Tommy is lying unconscious and bleeding all over a beautiful Persian rug and, well, you saw what I did to your pet geek over there.
Terry: One problem Jack, you emptied your magazine on Jeff. You can’t kill me without any bullets.
Jefferson: Oh, how wrong you are Terry! I emptied that clip on Jeff but the one in my pocket has two more bullets left.
Just to show he’s not bluffing, Jefferson pulls the magazine out of his pocket and shows it to Terry. Terry, not believing what he’s seeing, goes white as a sheet and looks as if he might pass out.
Jefferson: Now, now Terry. Don’t go all wobbly-legged on me! You’ll ruin all the fun.
Terry: Go on then, get it over with you fucking treacherous bastard!
Jefferson: No, I think you were right before Terry. I can’t kill you with bullets. Where would be the fun in that? No, I think what I’ll do is incinerate you so you can really feel yourself going. But, just to make sure you don’t somehow pull a Houdini on me I’m gonna have to immobilize you!
Jefferson loads the magazine, taking his time to draw out Terry’s anguish, and then mercilessly shoots him twice, shattering a kneecap per shot. Terry howls in pain but a sadistic grin forms itself on Jefferson’s face as he walks out of the bedroom and retrieves the Jerry Can from by the front door. He walks back into the bedroom to find Terry whimpering on the floor and a look of disgust forms on his face.
Jefferson: Oh come on Terry, don’t go out like that. It’s pathetic!
Terry: Don’t do this! You’ve made your point! Now you can just let me go!!
Jefferson: I don’t think so, that would ruin all my fun.
With that Jefferson begins sloshing petrol all about the room, ignoring Terry’s increasingly whiney protests, until he’s emptied the entire contents of the Jerry Can. He then pulls out a pack of cigarettes and puts one to his lips. The flame from his Zippo lighter licks the end of it and he inhales deeply, clearly enjoying it, and begins to talk once he’s exhaled.
Jefferson: Well you might as well enjoy one final smoke Terry, seeing as you’ve got about one minute left to live.
He tosses the cigarette in Terry’s direction but it falls slightly short. Terry howls and dives forward trying to catch it, but he fails and his eyes widen as the cigarettes bounces off the carpet and comes to rest, seemingly in slow motion.
Jefferson: ...whoops!
Jefferson smirks at Terry as flames begin to engulf the room. He doesn’t stick around to hear all the colourful names Terry slings his way but instead makes his way off the yacht. Before he leaves he picks up Mick Knuckles and Romeo George to toss them onto the yacht with Terry and the rest of his crew. Jefferson takes one last look at the yacht as the flames really begin to take hold of the vessel before climbing into the van. He lights up another cigarette as he drives away, enjoying the inhalation as he fiddles with the radio to find a song he likes. In the background there is a huge boom as the yacht explodes, sending flaming debris into the sky. Jefferson smirks to himself, looking extremely proud of what he has accomplished, and carries on driving. Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:56:51 GMT -5
Match 9: Number One Contender vs. Retirement Match Dan White vs. Hitman of the Gods (Credit: Dan White) We're ready for our next bout, and it’s a bout with a lot riding on it.McNally: Hello, and welcome back! This is Omega Effect V!Edison: It is, and it's one of the biggest sporting events of all time! We've seen it all already tonight, but there's still so much more to come!McNally: And none quite as big as one of the wrestlers in this match, The Hitman of the Gods. The biggest wrestler in ACW's history, and he has the chance to not only earn himself the right as Number One Contender to the World Title, but he also has the chance to end the legacy of one of ACW's finest ever.Edison: That man is Dan White. But Dan isn't going to be any pushover. A win tonight guarrantees him a one year contract here, which is the epitome of hell for Chairman Gingerdude. And the Chairman promised that should Dan win this match, or indeed avoid defeat, that he is going to seek revenge for White being able to turn this match into his liking.McNally: Now let's go to our man with the plan, Philip Jones!Philip: Our next scheduled match, is for one fall! Whoever wins this match earns the right as the Number One Contender to the ACW Heavyweight Championship! Additionally, if Dan White loses this match, he must retire from professional wrestling!”Fear” by Heaven and Hell hits, and there's a massive pop as The Hitman of the Gods walks out onto the stage. He's by himself, choosing not to have his girlfriend or his stablemates at ringside as he competes in what is one of the biggest challenges of his career. He's never quite had the chance to compete for the World Title, but a win here would put him at just one match away from being at the top of this federation. It's a dream, but it's a dream that could almost become reality. Hitman walks down the ramp, and climbs up to the ring. Climbing over with a calm stride, he enters the ring, holding his hands up in the air as he awaits his opponent, the man he can retire tonight.Philip: In the ring, weighing at 398 lbs and coming in at a height of 7 foot 7 inches...from Mt. Olympus, The Hitman of the Gods!!!ANARCHY!!!!!! ”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go crazy as Dan White walks through the curtains, with a look on his face that tells the rest of the world that he's ready for a war if that's what this match comes down to. He doesn't want this match to be his last ever match, and he has no reason to believe that. He just wants to be able to not only win a contract, but also win a title shot for the World Heavyweight title, and what grander stage to do that on that at Omega Effect V. It would certainly make a great addition to his self-proclamation as “Mr. Omega Effect”. He enters the ring, eying Hitman as he walks up to a turnbuckle, climbing it and throwing his arms in the air. He jumps down, continuing to keep eye contact as Philip announces him.Philip: And his opponent, weighing at 244 lbs, from Cardiff, Wales....”The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!!!Bell Rings McNally: And we're off! This proves to be one of the night's most important matches!Edison: There's so much on the line here, as both these men make their way to the middle of the ringThere is an aura of caution as both these giants, in one way or another, make their way out of their respective corners. They both know what's at stake, with the crowd cheering loudly for the pair of them. They go to lock up, but Dan, being the more agile of the two, slips behind the man 154 lbs heavier, and locks him in a rear waistlock. But Hitman's body mass is too large for Dan to grasp a firm grip around, and the Goliath grabs both of Dan's arms, stretching them out. He then thrusts backwards, sending Dan flying into a seated position, although Dan is quick to get to his feet. He almost instantly reacts with a grapple hold, but Hitman's size intimidates him, so he calmly backs down, taking a step back and analysing his opponent, as the crowd show their appreciation for both men. Crowd: Hitman! *clap clap clap* Hitman! *clap clap clap* Other Crowd: Dan White! Dan White! Dan White! Dan White! McNally: This crowd is split straight down the middle! There's nobody who doesn't follow either of these menEdison: It's great to see a match like this, when both men are furiously cheered by the crowd.Both men grapple each other again, and Hitman quickly whips Dan at the ropes. He attempts an overhead punch, but the Welsh Dragon manages to slip under the outstretched arm. Bewildered, Hitman turns around, and walks straight into a quick jab by White. He fires a second one in, and then a third one, and then tries to finish it off with a fourth, but Hitman with some surprisingly quick agility, grabs Dan's fist. Dan's eyes widen, his mouth open as he tries to fight Hitman off, but the giant is able to twist Dan around by his arm, so his back is turned to the behemoth. Hitman then lifts Dan up by his arm, and slams him face first to the floor below. There's a mixture of cheers from the Hitman fans and boos from the Dan White contingent as the human Zeus looks down on his foe, knowing that for these early moments at least, he's taken a strong advantage in this match. He goes to pick Dan up, but the Welshman hits back with a cheap shot to the face. Not a conventional face move, but Dan has always been one for doing whatever gains him the win, rather than winning nobly. As Hitman briefly staggers around the ring, seeing to the eye that Dan caught, the self-proclaimed “Mr. Omega Effect” rises to his feet, and catches him with a swift trademark Neckbreaker that sends him to the ground with a mighty thud. He crawls over and makes the cover: One.... ........... .......... Two.... ......... ....And Hitman literally throws Dan off his chest. McNally: Look at the sheer strength of Hitman there! He threw Dan off like he was a rag doll!Edison: Yeah, Dan's gonna have to pull out something better than that to keep him down.The crowd are beginning to recognise that this match is going to be more than your usual Warfare or Meltdown match. There's a lot on the line, and whilst they both respect each other, their priorities are with themselves. Dan would love to win and be able to sign a one-year contract, but on the other hand Hitman would love to be the one to say he retired Dan White for good. And with the World Title Number One Contendership on the line, it just increases the tension tenfold. Both men are at their feet, and they lock up. Hitman uses his vast strength to push Dan back, and he fires a mighty overhand chop to the chest. White stumbles back a couple of steps and falls to one knee, but he's able to slip out the way as Hitman leaps up and into a Double Axe Handle. Whilst the strike fails to connect, the vibrations caused by his double footed landing are enough to result in a minor earthquake, and it's enough for Dan to stumble over. Hitman reacts quickly, turning around and eying up his opponent. He grabs Dan around the throat, lifting him right up into the air, and there's a huge pop from the crowd as Dan's air passage rapidly narrows. McNally: Oh my, The Raging Titan! This match could be over already!Edison: Go Hitman! Finish him off!!But as Hitman goes to land Dan, the Welshman manages to reverse it into the FUJIWARA ARMBAR!! But wait, there's more drama! Because Hitman's arm mass is far too big, Dan is unable to outwrestle him onto the ground. Hitman quickly pulls his arm back, sending Dan at the ropes. Dan hits them but manages to grab hold of them quickly, avoiding catapulting into the man mountain. The crowd are quick to show their appreciation of both men, who not only showed great initiation to reverse some holds into potential finishing maneuvers, but also that they both showed the calm composure needed to get out of such a situation. McNally: Wow, that was a truly brilliant exchange, there. You certainly do not expect that from somebody like Hitman.Edison: But the longer the match goes on, the more you've gotta fancy Dan. Can Hitman keep moving this weight along for the whole half hour?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:57:33 GMT -5
As they carefully eye each other, they both realise what the crowd realised a moment ago. This is going to be no ordinary match. Hitman pulls his fingerless glove into a more comfortable position, before they lock up again. Again showing his speed, Dan slips beyond Hitman's grasp, and drops to his knees, thrusting a powerful forearm into the back of Hitman's leg. Hitman stumbles to one knee, almost taking the referee out, but he manages to grab the ropes with both arms, keeping himself upright, with the official rather startled. Although Hitman's efforts are totally undone, as Dan hits off the ropes and darts forwards with some pace, leaping up and into a dropkick. He boots Hitman in the back, who in turn slams into the referee, who sinks to the floor. There's a tremendous pop from the crowd as the ref limps to the ground and slinks out of the ring. Hitman looks shocked, but also somewhat relieved, as the referee actually softened the blow from the dropkick. He turns around, nursing his back with one hand, as Dan White climbs to his feet. Dan is still eager to run about like a headless chicken, and so launches himself off the ropes again. He runs quickly towards Hitman, but this time the tallest man in ACW history has other plans. He sidesteps Dan, grabbing him by the head and to a sizable pop, tosses him over the ropes and to the outside.
McNally: Ooof, nasty fall there! I wouldn't want to be Dan White right now. Edison: It just shows how strong Hitman really is. Dan's not a light guy anymore, but he looked like a flyweight there!
The referee on that side is still down, as Hitman climbs over the ropes and to the outside. He grabs Dan by his head, but Dan responds with a quick Polish Hammer, knocking Hitman on the side of the head enough to break his grip. Dan stumbles away, before turning around, knowing that he has some distance between himself and Hitman. The giant follows, albeit slower than his opponent, not only due to his size but also still suffering from that blow to the head. He follows the Welshman around the ring, who by now has reached the area in front of the commentator's desks. He waits for Hitman to arrive, before launching a strong left hook. The problem is, Hitman is stronger, and responds with a powerful right jab, almost knocking Dan's head off. But before Dan hits the ground, Hitman has grabbed him, and sends him flying across the commentator's table, causing Max and Eddie to quickly stand up as a Welsh Dragon flies into their feet, and pieces of paper goes flying everywhere.
McNally: Jeez Louise! Edison: WOWZA!! What the heck?!
Hitman doesn't give Dan a moment to himself, however, and quickly homes in. He makes his way through the area between both tables, where Dan's head is sticking out. He starts giving him the boots, with each blow from his enormous feet knocking another few months off Dan's mental age.
*STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!*
He then pauses, if only to turn around, noticing a fan. Smirking, he points to the hotdog the fan holds in his hand. Excited that on such a massive event he's been asked to give his food to an ACW wrestler, the fan gladly obliges, handing over the grub, of which Hitman gobbles down in seconds.
Hitman: Yeah, I'd like to see Thunder Train eat that quickly.
He lifts Dan up, and the “Genetically Superior” wrestler is now the “Man with Inferior Amount of Brain Cells”. Hitman lifts him over the table and towards the ring, but Dan has one quick idea. Before they enter, he quickly stalls. Annoyed, Hitman tries to drag him towards the ring, but Dan suddenly drops down, catching Hitman's feet as he falls. He manages to drop toe hold Hitman into the steel steps, garnering a pop from the crowd. But due to those heavy stomps, Dan is also down, right as the referee gets to his feet, and slides into the ring. There's an aura of caution as already, it appears that both men have run each other down, and the official makes the countout.
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McNally: ...Remember, if this goes to a draw then Dan White avoids retirement!
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Hitman and Dan simulataneously manage to stir, and are on their knees.
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They're both grabbing the apron, desperate to keep themselves from losing.
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They're both in the ring, much to the relief of the crowd, who were scared of the prospect of a count out. Yet all three men are still nursing wounds; the referee was indeed clattered towards the outside of the ring. Hitman and Dan rise to their feet, battered but not yet beaten.
McNally: These two know that it's still a long way to go. And this has been a war so far. Edison: Who knew that these two could have such a great match together? It shows the passion both men still hold for this company.
They approach each other, both in an offensive manner rather than in a defensive one, which earns a positive response from the crowd. Hitman throws a punch, knocking Dan a few steps backwards, but he retaliates with a stiff kick to the thigh. Hitman responds with a step in Shoulder Block, knocking the Welshman to the floor, but he's quickly back up and fighting strong with a few rapid shots of his own, albeit it blowing him out pretty swiftly. After the burst of energy has passed, Dan slumps back towards the ropes, and stumbles forwards, straight into a headbutt. Dan falls to the ground, close to the turnbuckle, and there's a bit of a pop as Hitman's eyes suddenly turn into those reminiscent of a crackhead's. He points to Dan, and points to his boots, and the crowd get louder.
McNally: Ohhh no! We all know what's coming here! Edison: It's one of my favourite moves, Max! After this, Dan will be little more than mush under Hitman's boot!
He walks towards Dan, and gives him a couple of stomps to the chest. He then points to his boot again, before launching the Good Ol' Stomping Boot. However there's yet another twist to this match, as Dan manages to roll out of the way. Hitman hits the ground and whilst he isn't in much pain, the surprise of not planting the move shocks and angers him. He turns around, and Dan has grabbed the ropes, hoisting himself up. Hitman frowns, grabbing him and with full force launching him at the ropes. Dan hits off them with some speed and the giant goes for the Boot From Hell...
McNally: Dan's going for the ride!
...But as he lifts his boot up, Dan lifts his arms up, and grabs Hitman's foot, ready for his trademark-
Edison: DRAGON SCREW!! DRAGON SCREW!!
...But as always, nothing ever goes quite the way you plan it in ACW, and Dan is unable to turn over the near-400 lb beast. Instead, Hitman bends his leg inwards, before quickly striking it back it, booting Dan in the stomach with as much power as a stallion's kick! There's yet another pop from the crowd as Hitman once again manages to get the upper hand, who covers a much winded Welshman:
One.... ........... Two.... ..........Kickout by White.
McNally: Again, nice double reversal by both men, and what a move by Hitman! Great improvisation! Edison: You wouldn't have expected him to do that, but he delivered a punishing blow to Dan right there!
There's a mixed reaction of sighs of frustration and sighs of relief, as Dan chooses for the last possible moment before rising his shoulder. Hitman looks at the ref, who firmly holds up two fingers. As much as he'd like to protest, he knows that he wouldn't be right, and so instead he focuses on his opponent. He lifts Dan up, and tosses him again at the ropes. Dan has little fight left in him, and Hitman comfortably lifts him into a Sidewalk Slam that shakes the ring. He goes for another cover:
One.... ........... Two.... ...........Another close kickout by White.
McNally: A close call, but Hitman's getting closer all the time Edison: Dan needs the match to swing his way, or else he's going to walk out here for the very last time.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:58:05 GMT -5
This time, Hitman firmly believes that he was successful in making the three, and is more authorative towards the referee, who has to make his bravest move ever in controlling the 7'7” monster. Hitman forces him into the corner, but the ref sticks two fingers up, and warns Hitman to back off, or face being penalised. Hitman is able to control himself, but only just. The prospect of what he may achieve here with victory is too strong. He turns around to see Dan slowly trying to get to his feet, but it's clear that the Welsh Dragon cannot have much more running in the tank. He's been manhandled pretty easily for the last few minutes, and unless he's playing a massive game of possum, this match could be over in moments. Hitman grabs him, and throws him into a turnbuckle, and Dan lands with a thud. Hitman then manages to find a bit of pace and charges forwards like a steam train, but Dan is able to dart out the way. However, Hitman was on the same wavelength, stretching out his arms to avoid a nasty collision with the turnbuckle. He turns around, and notices that Dan has his back turned to him, and is on one knee. Smirking, Hitman lifts both his arms over his head, and there's yet another pop from the HOTG fan club. Dan turns around, and Hitman grabs him around the shoulders, lifting him up into the Welcome to Tartarus (double handed choke bomb).
...But in a moment of sheer spontaneity, Dan manages to grab Hitman around his back, and connect with a Jumping Double Knee Facebuster!!!
McNally: Wow! What a move! Where the hell did Dan get that from?! Edison: I don't know, but that was absolutely positively the greatest thing ever!!!
The following cheer from the crowd is deafening as it appeared that Dan truly was playing possum. Either that or he's found his second wind. But despite the reaction from the crowd, both men are still laid out on the mat, with the referee about to make the count. That is, until Dan is able to drape an arm over Hitman's body:
Edison: He's got an arm over!
One.... ........... Two.... ..........Kickout by Hitman!
McNally: Oooh, and another close call there!
Dan sighs, slipping onto his back again, as he fails to make the cover successful. He knows that his record against Hitman is 100%, although his last win came right back in May 2006, thus rendering historical records pointless at his point. Regardless, he still wants to maintain that record, as he gets to his feet, with the assistance of the ropes. Hitman also begins to stir, and he manages to climb up, but much later than Dan, and he gets to his feet, only to walk straight into the-
Edison: STUNT BOMB!!!
...But Hitman elbows his way out of it, proving to be too big for Dan to even consider hitting the move. Regardless, Dan quickly responds, trying to lock in the-
McNally: Fujiwara Armbar this time!
...But similarly to last time, Hitman's arm and shoulder mass is far too strong for Dan to overcome, and he's easily shrugged off with a powerful fist coming his way, and sending him to the ground. He looks rather frustrated that he's unable to lock in his major finishing holds, which has been the story of this entire match. And if Dan was able to plant one of his finishers, then we'd see a winner. On the other hand, Hitman has had to deal with coming so close, but being unable to execute the right moves at the right time. It's sheerly a case of whoever hits their finisher first, will surely win this match.
Hitman lifts Dan up from his seated position, who is now bleeding a tad from the lip from where Hitman landed that flying arm. But the damage is superficial, save for a slightly swollen lip. Hitman fires Dan at the ropes, doubling himself over. But this leaves him exposed, and Dan grabs him around the neck, leaping up and using the bottom turnbuckle padding as a stepping stone to planting a Jumping Tornado DDT. There's a pop from the crowd as the move connects, and Dan quickly gets back up, inspired and driven by the noise of the crowd. He points to the turnbuckle, and there's positive feedback, which is duly followed by a quick climb. He makes the top, and signals for his Corkscrew Moonsault, the Welsh Dragon. He flies off the top ropes with excellent hang time, landing over the giant's body with maximum impact, into a cover:
One.... .......... ........... Two.... ........... ..........Kickout by Hitman!!
McNally: Ahh and that was too close to call! I really thought Dan had it there, I really did. Edison: Close, but no cigar! And this match still goes on!!
It was possibly the closest fall of the match so far, but it was still not enough to keep Hitman down. Dan is back up to his feet, but he's shaking his head, still unable to consider the fact that Hitman was able to kick out of the Corkscrew Moonsault. Despite this minor setback, Dan is undettered, and he lifts the giant back up, albeit it with a bit of a struggle. He unwisely attempts an Irish Whip, which is predictably reversed by Hitman. However, as Dan accelerates off the ropes, it's clear that he intended for Hitman to reverse the whip, as he lifts himself up into the Millionaire's Waltz! But as he's being spinned around by Dan's legs, the big man manages to grab his opponent's torso, and land him in a fantastic reversal, planting him with a huge Spinning Sitdown Powerbomb, that not only shakes the ring, but also causes the crowd and commentary alike to go absolutely ballistic.
McNally: OH MY WORD!! WHAT A MOVE BY HITMAN!! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?!?! Edison: OHHHHHHHH LORRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDD
The only problem is, that Hitman is still dazed in the head by the recent swing in momentum in favour of Dan during the last few moments, and he's unable to make what would surely be a winning count. The crowd are egging him on and trying to encourage him to roll over and even just lay a finger over his opponent. But he's unable to even do that, Barely able to raise his head more than an inch off the ground. White, meanwhile, could be anywhere. He could be in China, Russia, Slovenia, Mauritius. The very fact to the matter is, that he's not awake at this moment in time. The referee's count continues to rise, and Hitman knows that he's got to do something. He uses all the energy he has to rolls to one side, and unfortunately, it's not towards the side where Dan lies. Instead, he rolls towards the ropes, and with a gigantic effort, manages to pull himself up using only his arms. A huge pop goes up as he's able to make it to his feet, and he looks at the Welsh Dragon, who is awake, but he's barely moving, save for the occasional muscle spasm. Hitman looks around the arena, and makes an 'X' gesture with his arms, signalling that it's the end for Dan White and his career.
He hoists Dan up, and into a Back Drop position. He lifts Dan up, but quickly manages to spin it into a Sit-Out Wheelbarrow Facebuster, his most treasured move, otherwise known as...
McNally: The Death of Xerxes!!
Dan manages to use all the leg muscle he has to spin himself inwards, flipping Hitman over his body and give himself one more chance in this match. Half the crowd have gone silent with disappointment, but the other half have gone mental. It's as though Dan has scored a last minute equaliser in the World Cup final. He scrambles to his feet, and quickly turns around. Hitman is to his knees, but he has been sent for a tumble and whatever is in his head is a complete mess. Dan looks around the arena, and goes for one last inkling of desperation. He takes a deep breath, rubs his hands, and points to his boots. He then rubs his left boot, and everyone knows what's coming next, with a mixture of desperate anticipation and hopeless despair collecting amongst the fans. The commentary is silenced as Hitman stands up, turning around, and Dan charges forwards, going into the RICHARD PROKAS TACKLE...
Edison: Oh man, not this move! Last time we saw this, Dan ended up finishing someone's career!
...But this match has had a growing trend in things not going the way they should, and instead of the Prokas Tackle connecting, Hitman outstretches an arm, grabbing Dan around the throat, stopping him in his tracks. And the first finisher of the match is actually connected, with Hitman slamming the Welsh Dragon hard to the ground with a thumping RAGING TITAN. There's a phenomenal pop, as Hitman takes in a massive breath, and hooks the leg:
ONE..... ............ ............ TWO..... ............ ............ THR-KICKOUT BY DAN WHITE!!!
McNally: Oh you have got to be kidding me! How the hell did he do that?! Edison: He's still fighting for his job, Max! What bravery and courage, especially after that Chokeslam!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:58:45 GMT -5
The Hitman fan club around the world were all in unison, indeed many must have been celebrating prematurely. But this comes as a great shock, and a great cry of relief for anyone supporting a certain Welsh Dragon. There's no complaints from the Gods camp. Hitman is just on his knees, unable to work out how Dan managed to get his shoulder up. Right before the count of three. But Hitman just shakes his head, and gets to his feet. He picks Dan up, throwing him into the turnbuckle. Dan hits it with a thud, and Hitman approaches him. He lifts Dan up so he's seated on the top rope, and the crowd all start to stand up, with their cameras at the ready. They sense a dangerous spot coming, and they're all eager to add their own videos to what is already a mass of self-recorded camera shots on Youtube. Hitman starts to climb the turnbuckle as well, and the drama all begins to unfold.
McNally: Hitman goes top, I've got no idea what he plans to do here but if the rest of this match is anything to go by, we could need a bodybag. Edison: He's gone to the second turnbuckle there, but he's wobbling, Max. He's wobbling. Dan's fighting back! McNally: Dan's throwing punches, and-what's he doing now? Oh my.....OH MY!!! Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEEEEEEEERRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
[[Replay: Hitman climbs to the second turnbuckle, and he's dangerously leering to and fro. As he pauses to keep balance, Dan manages to throw a few punches into his face. He then manages to hook Hitman's throat with his arm, and using the extra height of the turnbuckle, lands a massive second-rope STUNT BOMB into the centre of the ring, with the referee darting out of the way right at the last moment, much to the deafening cheers from the crowd.]]
But amongst all the pandemonium, we still have a match on, and neither man is moving. It looks as though we have finally seen the move to end this match, as the referee steps forwards and makes the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
McNally: This match can't go to a draw! After all we've seen! Edison: Come on Dan! Come on Hitman!
FOUR!!
FIVE!!
McNally: Still no sign of anything, it looks as good as-wait! Both men are moving! Unbelievable!!
SIX!!
SEVEN!!
Edison: I can't believe this, Max! Both are still in this thing!!
EIGHT!!
Dan and Hitman both grab the bottom ropes, but there's not much time left....
NINE!!
...And, amazingly, they both manage to pull themselves up. Another huge pop goes up, as this match looks set to contin-
DING DING DING
McNally: Hey, what the-they managed to get to their feet! What the heck is all this about? Edison: The referee only counted to nine! We need to sack this bell ringer over here!!
The boos around the ACW Arena are rife, as loud as any pop has been so far this night, as attention turns to Philip.
Philip: According to our timekeeper, the match has reached its 30-minute time limit, and therefore is a draw!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 16:59:11 GMT -5
BOOOO!!!
The fans don't like this at all. They wanted to see a winner, and they're angry that this has come to a draw. And despite looking completely worn out, Hitman and Dan alike both look as though they want to carry on as long as they possibly can. Until they find a winner. And despite being on the verge of collapse, Dan White signals for a microphone, which is duly handed to him.
Dan White: Well.....heh.... you know....erm, you know. Hitman! These fans deserve...they deserve a winner. Whaddaya say? Fi....five more minutes?
There's a pop from the crowd as Dan throws the microphone down. He had difficulty speaking, but he was able to utter out those words. Hitman also looks shattered, battered, bruised, but with a simple nod of the head, he sends the place barmy.
McNally: Yes! That's what we're talking about! Edison: Excellent! Hitman and Dan have shown some great respect just there!
That is, until we hear a familiar voice....
Gingerdude: Whoa there, hold it.
Everyone turns around, and there's a huge groan as the Chairman stands at the top of the ramp.
McNally: What the heck is he doing out here?
Gingerdude: I'm sorry to tell you, that you will not be getting your extra five minutes of wrestling.
There are louder boos now than ever before, as Gingerdude smirks towards the ring.
Edison: What the hell?! Why not give the fans what they want!
Gingerdude: We are under strict time restraints here, and we cannot afford to have our Main Event cut short because the undercard want more time. I'm sorry.
More jeers, but Gingerdude chooses to ignore them.
Gingerdude: Dan, congratulations. You managed to avoid losing, and we'll discuss your contract in the upcoming weeks. And as for the the Number One Contendership...
Brief pause.
Gingerdude: ...You'll have to wait until after the break to find out who gets it!
There are more boos from the crowd, as Gingerdude makes his exit. Despite being completely drawn out, Hitman and Dan wanted to end this match once and for all. The crowd however turn their jeers into a round of applause, as they show their appreciation for the duo in the ring. Whatever people say, it's not easy feat to go half an hour in the ring, and especially when you're a big guy like Hitman. The duo look at each other with a stern sign of respect, with Hitman extending a hand. Dan cautiously looks at it for a moment, before shaking firmly with an approved nod of his head.
McNally: Well, whilst it's a shame that we didn't get to see five more minutes, it's great that we can see two wrestlers, after all they've been through, still shake hands. Edison: It's great to see, Max. It's great to see. But we're now gonna have to wait two weeks before we find out what happens about who the Number One Contender is!
Two weeks. Can you wait that long?
Fade Out.
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