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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:49:36 GMT -5
*Bell Rings* After the smoke and mirrors, the mind games, and the fright once echoed between both men, the time has arrived. The current International Champion, Thunder Train, and the number one contender, Dave Shadow will go against each other on the biggest stage of them all, the biggest stage ever, Omega Effect V. The clock pops up on the titantron, and it is set at a solid 45:00. Train looks back towards it, having to wonder to himself how he will manage without food for that long, and Shadow begins to wonder if he can really survive more than an half hour with the monster who stands across the ring from him. Tonight both have something to prove for themselves, and they have legacies to build upon. In front of millions, they get their chance to do just that. Let it begin. Dave Shadow paces around the ring, while Thunder Train moves out of the ring and watches Shadow’s movements. This being Train’s second Omega Effect, and the second time he is defending a championship, he knows how to walk into this match with enough confidence to win. But for Shadow this is his first major moment in the spotlight, his first chance to save ACW from everything he’s seen as cruel and demeaning to the federation. The pressure is surely on, as Shadow walks up and down the ropes, making sure he goes into this match with an proper strategy. Train continues to watch on, doing his own method of studying as he waits like the sleeping giant he is for the perfect moment to wreck havoc on the luring Shadow. Shadow looks up at the clock, and on it reads 44:29. That being enough to show him he needs to kick this into gear right here and now. He paces out of his own space, and he steps up into Train’s, lunging at him with a high kick which connects to the midsection. Judging by the look on Train’s face though, the damage received from that kick is mild, but the anger is on the opposite side of that road. Train stares down at his abdomen, and Shadow sees his speedy kick did not much of anything, which gives him enough to know to back out of this. It’s too late for him, even with his agile abilities, as Train charges forward with his arms extended out for a bear hug. Or not exactly, with Shadow crouching underneath it before he can be clasped under the big mans hold, beginning to crawl under the massive legs of Train. Train pauses as he reaches for air and comes up with just that, but he is just as surprised when he feels him falling under his own weight, and his shoulders being pressed to the mat. Suddenly he hears Referee Carter Donovan pressing the palm of his hands against the canvas, and the first count of the night is made thanks to the cunningness of Dave Shadow, and a well timed roll up. ONE… …TWO… …THREE! Dave Shadow: 1 Thunder Train: 0 - 43 Minutes Remaining [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well… I guess you could say he’s the Shadow to Train‘s Sonic! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Stay off the internet, Maxy. Shadow finds himself quickly back to the retreat of his corner, looking on with a wide smile as Train sits on his knees and looks out into the crowd, shock on his face. In any other match this would have been the end, but luckily for Train there are still over fourty minutes left to redeem himself. He stands up, and Donovan tells him to keep himself back and away from the challenger, as at this moment both men are engaging in the first rest period of this match. Both have to take their time to breathe, as fifteen seconds begins to wind down on the clock. The sense of eagerness upon the face of Train can be seen even up in the nosebleeds, as he clearly hungry for some redemption after that pin count. The clock eventually winds down to the right time, forty two minutes and some change, causing Train to push Donovan out of the way, as he goes straight for Shadow, who knows better than to keep in his corner, rolling under the ring and avoiding the pain. He does a quick wave of his arms to taunt the fans, but his avoidance and cockiness isn’t one that takes up any time, as Train reaches over the rope with one of his skillet sized hands and scoops up Shadow by his blonde locks. Shadow is hurled up onto the apron, and his reflexes tell him to react with an elbow, causing Train to release his grip for the time being. Train covers his face, having to take a few steps away from the ring ropes. Shadow whips some of the hair out of his face, and he puts himself around to face the ring. Taking advantage of the state of Train, he pulls back on the ropes and launches himself up and into the air, his right arm extended for a clothesline. Train shows he’s just playing possum, as he takes his hand from his left eye and drives his foot into the chest of Shadow, connecting with the Heart Kick! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Kicked in the Heart! Maxwell McNally: And it’s too late, Shadow is down! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I think we’re going to see another pinfall right here, or soon enough! Maxwell McNally: Do you see that hungry look in Train’s eye? I don’t believe he’s going for a pin just yet. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Max… there is always… a hungry look in Train’s eyes… always. Train watches Shadow crumple up on the mat, and brings joy to him to see him in pain. He takes Shadow by his hair and stands him to his feet, as he wraps his paws around Shadow’s throat and lifts him up into the air dropping his groin down onto the bridge of his knee with an Manhattan Drop. Shadow finds himself hopping mad, clutching his family jewels, but he doesn’t get a chance to recover at all really, having Train spin him around and throw him to the nearest corner. Train makes sure that he has Shadow in place, rubbing his hands together as the crowd senses what he has in planned next for the man in front of him. Shadow tries to escape this situation, but the gigantic palm of Train comes crashing down over the chest of Shadow, which sends the challenger reeling back in pain, so much so that he drops down to the canvas and finds himself rolling out of the ring and down back to the padding outside. Maxwell McNally: Those chops that Train uses are like being pounded in the chest by small tires. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Dave Shadow is lucky he got out when he did, or else he would have been crushed in no time! Shadow heaves in and out, letting the air flow from his body, trying to release some of the pain he has just absorbed in the process. After getting the first pin of the match, and humiliating Train while doing so, the pain inflicted on him as been just his first tastes of what Thunder Train is capable of. Shadow crawls up to his knees, with his right hand placed tightly near his chest. He coughs out into the air, and grabs hold of the ring apron, pulling himself up. Train catches sight of this, and instead of the hair pulling technique, he instead exits out of the ring and continues to rein still that fear which Shadow lost for him a few weeks ago, with an axe handle to the back. Shadow drops back down to a knee, now using his other hand to reach around and hold onto his back area. Train doesn’t leave it at that though, driving his two clasped fists into his spinal area for a second time, causing Shadow to drop fully on his stomach. Maxwell McNally: Train is just punishing this man now, not even letting him get a chance to breathe here. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Hey, it may be not be the most sportsmanlike strategy, but it will get the job done in a match like this one. In an Ironman match, you need to ware out your opponent, leave them so immobilized that they can’t even make it until the final bell, and if they do, they won’t be the same either way. This is especially something Train has to do, because Shadow is full of stamina, he’s a smaller guy so he can use his size to his advantage to avoid the powerful, but slow paced approach Train uses for his moveset. Even though at this moment, that approach is working wonderfully for the man who never ceases to be hungry. Thunder Train grabs Shadow by his tights and he lifts him with one hand, the body of Shadow dangling like a piece of meat, his arms and feet swinging back and forth before Train rolls him into the ring. He follows suit, walking up the ring steps and entering inside, as he takes hold of those blonde locks once again and stands Shadow up on his feet. He holds Shadow up so that he can stand on his own two feet, backing away, but Shadow can barely do it, dropping to a knee. That still keeps him where Train wants him to be, who made his way over to the nearest corner and prepping himself for what he is about to do next. Running out of the corner, and scooping Shadow up in a football esque position, the tackle in full motion, as he goes Full Steam Ahead with the spear, spine buster modification! Train hooks Shadow’s leg, and he makes his first cover. ONE… …TWO… …THRE-NO! Maxwell McNally: …What!? “Fast” Eddie Edison: How in the world…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:49:57 GMT -5
The shock expressed by the announcers is nothing compared to the sound of the crowd, and the look on Train’s face. Having thought this would be a definite three count to even up the score, he came to a surprise when Shadow threw an arm up at the last second and stopped all thoughts of that happening. Train, far more angry than surprised, and he’s quite surprised, stands up to his feet and stares down at Shadow. He watches him turn to his side and hold onto his abdomen, which shows Train that his opponent isn’t superman, far from that actually, just strong willed as ever. Knowing of this, he picks Shadow up right back onto his feet, placing his head in between his large thighs and lifting him up over his head. He begins to spin around, but this momentum he brings comes to be his own fault. As he spins just enough for Shadow to make his way around and send Train flying down onto the mat with a beautiful and very crafty Hurricarana! Train goes crashing to the canvas, but he gets himself up with the quickness. He goes lunging towards Shadow, who has found his way back up to his feet and has to quickly find a way to avoid this machine aiming straight for him, while tending to his own wounds. Being the quick draw thinker that he is, he falls to the side as Train runs right past him, Shadow scrimmaging up to his feet as he sprints across the ring and lets his tactics come into play, chop blocking the leg of Train, which sends the giant down to a knee. Shadow hastily starts kicking away at the knee, however Train still has more than enough left in him to swat away Shadow for his efforts, sending him rolling across the ring, giving Train enough time to make it back up to his feet. As he turns to down Shadow even more, he is met with an surprise, his face being drug down onto the knees of Shadow, and his jaw clicking, falling to the mat as Shadow hops over the body of Train and he hooks the leg for has to be the hastiest pin attempt in Omega Effect history. …ONE …TWO …THREE! Dave Shadow: 2 Thunder Train: 0 - 31 Minutes [/center] “Fast” Eddie Edison: Un… be… lievable! Maxwell McNally: Is that really two and zero, Eddie? Even after that domination displayed by Thunder Train, it is now two and zero following the Future Endeavour’d by Dave Shadow! I can’t believe it, I tell you, I cannot believe it! Dave Shadow rolls off of Thunder Train, and jumps to his feet as if he just won the title itself. He keeps the palm of his hand over his abdomen and his chest, as he raises his arm up in the air, and Donovan even looks on wonderment of if Shadow may possibly be high off of illegal substances. He leans over the top rope, staring out into the crowd who are just as confused, booing him to all hell. He smiles anyway, being less than an half hour away from being one step closer to the cleansing of ACW. He raises both arms up in the air and leans his head to the side with a slick smile, nodding his head off a bit to mock the fans even further. He continues to back up, but this celebration is cut short as he finds himself pressed up against a very, very angry giant of course in the form of Thunder Train. Shadow gulps, and slowly meets him once again, and without hesitation is swiped with a hard kick to the gut, as he is then thrown up against the ropes, which is then followed by the Fury Kick which sends Shadow crashing to the mat. Train puts his boot on his chest and watches as Donovan counts for him. …ONE …TWO …THREE! Dave Shadow: 2 Thunder Train: 1 - 28 Minutes [/center] Maxwell McNally: Train is finally on the scoreboard, but he is still behind another fall. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Is it too little too late though?!?! Maxwell McNally: Train still has a little under a half hour to do this. We’ll see what happens.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:50:44 GMT -5
Train walks over to the ropes and spends the rest period leaning against the ropes, trying to regain some energy. Carter walks over to Shadow and checks him to make sure he isn’t totally knocked out. Shadow comes to and uses the ropes to help pull himself up. Carter checks and sees the rest period is up so he allows the two to continue. Dave still isn’t all the way up but Train doesn’t care. He runs over to Dave and gives him a clubby blow to the back. This sends Dave through the ropes and to the outside. Train quickly follows and sets up Shadow against the ring barrier. He chops the chest of Shadow which sends a sickening noise throughout the arena and leaves a red hand-print across Shadow’s chest. Dave then stumbles over to the announce tables as his arms fold across his chest. Train smirks and follows after him. He takes the dome of Dave and slams it onto the announce table. Dave’s head goes bouncing up and then Train rolls him back into the ring. Dave gets up slowly but is able to stand before Train can fully re-enter the ring. Dave tries to shake off the headaches he’s having from his announce table mishap. He sees Train sliding in so he runs and baseball slides Train to prevent him from getting back in. Train falls out of the ring but lands on his feet. He stumbles to the announce table then back around. Dave runs and jumps over the top rope and lands onto Train in what will surely be highlighted during the recap video at the end. Dave stands up and yells to the crowd before quickly getting back into the ring and forcing Carter to begin his count. “Fast” Eddie Edison: From here it looks as if Train may be out. Maxwell McNally: Well, he has less than 10 seconds to do so. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! . . . FOUR! . . . FIVE! . . . SIX! . . . SEVEN! Train finally begins to stir outside the ring. Dave paces inside the ring anxiously hoping that Train will not be able to get back inside. Train crawls over to the ring apron and uses it to pull himself up but is it too late? EIGHT! Train gets his foot on the apron and tries to roll inside.... NINE! Train rolls back inside the ring at the last second and breaks the count. Dave’s frustration begins to build as he begins to stomp onto Train’s back and then he holds his foot across his neck. Carter begins his count but the look in Dave’s eyes says he needs a friend. Nah just kidding, he isn’t jizzing his pants but he may be in around 24 minutes when the match ends. Carter eventually pulls Dave away and warns him that he will be disqualified. Shadow gives a “Who cares” look and doesn’t care. He’s up a fall, what could he worry about right now? Train is now sitting on the bottom rope with his arms on the top rope trying to pull himself back to a standing back. Dave gets back in his face and begins to punch his head in. He backs off and gives a smirk to the crowd but Train headbutts the stomach of Dave, sending Dave back. With Dave crouched over Train puts his leg on top of his head. Train is going for the Vashta Nerada! What an insult to injury this would be. Dave sees this coming though and sweeps the other leg of Train, sending him down. Dave rapidly pulls Train over to the nearest corner and sets him up. Shadow runs to the other side of the ring and then charges at Train. He jumps up going for the Double foot facewash but before he can complete the impact, Train catches his leg. Dave falls onto his back as Train grabs his other leg. He then looks back and launches Dave up and into the turnbuckle. Dave rebounds off of the padding and right into Train, who lifts him up and German Suplexes him down to the mat. Dave sells it pretty funky as he lands on his neck and Train pulls him over for a cover. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Dave’s neck may be broken! Maxwell McNally: It could be Eddie. Just goes to show you how much Train wants to win. ONE! . . TWO! . . . THRE–*Kickout* Dave barely gets his shoulder up but right away he grabs his neck. Train, being smarter than your average bear, turns him over and locks in the Caramel Clutch! (Gouging Camel Clutch w/ Rapid Alternating Face Strikes). Train pulls and torques the neck of Dave as he pounds the pretty face of Dave. Dave does whatever he can to try and escape the hold and reach the ropes but it’s too late. There isn’t much he can do at this point. He frantically flails around trying to reach something but it’s no use. He has no choice but to tap out. Dave Shadow: 2 Thunder Train: 2 - 17 Minutes [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:51:04 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally: It’s all tied up now! It’s anyone’s ballgame. “Fast” Eddie Edison: I think fatigue is setting in though. Train doesn’t look like his normal self. Maxwell McNally: Right you are Eddie. These two might be too tired out by the end of this. Train lets go of Shadow and falls down and drags himself to the farthest corner away from Dave. He has already been going for over 28 minutes and it still isn’t over. The hunger is finally starting to kick in and he is beginning to be dizzy and can’t really tell what’s going on. Dave on the other hand is pissed off now and he grabs Carter by the collar and demands that the last fall not count because he wasn’t actually tapping. Carter stands by his decision and says that there is nothing he can do. Dave then gets out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. He slides it into the ring but Carter right away picks it up and attempts to throw it out. Shadow stops him though and the two argue over the chair. Train gets involved as he stumbles next to the two. Dave, being the smart motherfucker that he is, let’s go of the chair and WHAM! Carter nails Train right in the face with it. Maxwell McNally: What is this?!!? “Fast” Eddie Edison: Carter Donovan is gonna cost Train the match! He is being paid off by Gingerdude! I knew it! Maxwell McNally: Don’t be crazy Eddie. There’s no way that was intentional. “Fast” Eddie Edison: So what happens now? Is this a DQ or what? Maxwell McNally: I’m not sure, the 15 seconds are up so we’ll see what happens. Dave smirks and Carter can’t believe what he has done. He has potentially screwed Train out of his championship. Dave quickly covers Train. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! Dave Shadow: 3 Thunder Train: 2 - 15 Minutes [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well I’ll be danged. “Fast” Eddie Edison: I’m telling ya, it’s a ploy against Train! Carter rolls Train to the corner and examines him. The fierce chairshot combined with his hazy stance might have done him in for good. Train can’t even remember what day it is when he’s asked. Dave goes outside the ring and grabs the International Championship and flaunts it around as if it was his. He holds it up and does a lap around the ring. Carter tells him to stop though and warns him that the match is still going on. Dave just rolls his eyes and gets back into the ring. He stands in his corner and waits for the rest of the rest period to be over. Train gets to his feet but has a wobbly base he pushes Carter out of the way and demands the match continues. Train steps to the center of the ring with his fists up but stumbles a bit. Dave mocks him stumbling back himself. He evens turns to the crowd and laughs but when he faces Train again, BAM! A big right hand right in the face of the number one contender. Dave stumbles back into the ropes and then back to Train who lifts him up and goes for an OM NOM BOMB! However, Dave wiggles his way over to the ropes and grabs on. He then moves himself off of Train and lands onto the apron. Train goes to grab him but gets shouldered in the stomach by Dave. Train moves back a bit and Dave then jumps up and does a Springboard Crossbody onto Train. Dave rolls off of Train and dances around the ring a bit to taunt the crowd. He then heads up to the top turnbuckle and taunts some more. As Carter checks on Train, Train kicks him a little, sending him into the ropes. This causes Dave to land *Ahem* ballz first on the turnbuckle. Train now stands up and goes over to the turnbuckle. He grabs Dave and punches him in the face and climbs the turnbuckle. Train then throws Dave’s arm over his head and grabs his tights. Train makes one final step onto the top turnbuckle then lifts up Dave! SUPERPLEX! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh my! I wouldn’t count Train out just yet! He’s got a second wind here! Both men lie motionless on the mat. Carter has no choice but to start a count for them ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! . . . FOUR! . . . FIVE! . . . SIX! . . . SEVEN! Dave is finally starting to move around as is Train but both are still down. Train is the first to get to the ropes but he looks back at Dave who isn’t moving much and crawls over toward him. He puts an arm over his chest. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! *FOOT ON ROPES* Dave just barely gets his foot on the bottom rope to break up the count. This late in the match, it’s no surprise that he would do anything he could to break the pinfall and to conserve his energy for these last few minutes, he had to put his foot on the rope. Train pulls his arm off of the body of Shadow and rolls slowly to the ropes. He uses them to pull himself up and Dave does the same. We have less than 10 minutes now as both men finally rise up to their feet. Dave holds the ropes while Train stands in the ring. Dave approaches Train who scoops him up! OM NOM BOMB! OM NOM BOMB! BAH GAWD! Maxwell McNally: Excellent move by Train! This could be the turning point he needs! Can he make the cover now? “Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s gonna be tied up! I can feel it! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! Dave Shadow: 3 Thunder Train: 3 - 8 Minutes [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:51:37 GMT -5
Its crunch time now as Train rolls off of Shadow and away from him. Train slides outisde the ring and goes up to a little kid and takes his popcorn bag. He begins to eat it, and it looks like he’s getting strength! Train looks to be going Super Saiyan as he looks back to the ring a newly rejuvenated man. Gingerdude never considered the fact that there would be food around the ring but now that Train is stronger he knows he can finish this once and for all. He climbs into the ring and looks at Dave who seems to be almost knocked out. Carter tells Train to back away and Train does so. Dave slowly comes to and crawls over to the corner. Over 37 minutes have passed so far and both are still alive somehow. Well, in Train’s case it was the popcorn that brought him back to life.
Maxwell McNally: Thunder Train looks to be back as good as he was when he started this match Eddie. All he has to do is hit Shadow with another big move and it will all be over.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Totally! This is just about done for good.
Dave gets up and steps to Train who punches him in the face with a hard left then a stiff right. Dave’s mouth is bleeding a little because of the blows as he stumbles back a bit. Dave turns and spits at the ground. He then lunges at Train, who ducks! BAM! Right into Carter! Carter goes down and now we have no referee with 6 minutes left in the match. Dave looks down at what he’s done and can’t believe it. He tries to wake him up but it’s no use. But before he can even do anything, Train grabs him and does a reverse DDT. Dave hits the mat hard but Train looks up to the ramp and sees Gingerdude walking down! Train gets out of the ring and confronts Gingerdude. Meanwhile in the ring, Dave slides out and grabs the International Championship for the second time in the match and then rolls back into the ring and stays how he was.
Maxwell McNally: What is Dave doing here? Why does he have that title?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I have no idea, but it can’t be good now can it?
Gingerdude claims to Train that he is just out there to watch the match and doesn’t want to interfere. Train just shakes his head and responds with “I guess you can watch your boy fail then” and gets back into the ring. Dave is slowly moving but Carter still isn’t. Train grabs Shadow by the hair but Shadow turns and nails Train in the head with the championship. Gingerdude cheers and then gets in the ring as well. Train is down now but Dave picks up him and holds him. Gingerdude then slaps the face of Train and then nails him with the championship! Two shots with the solid gold title belt and Train looks to be out. Gingerdude slides Carter back into the ring as Shadow covers him.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Train is gonna be screwed out of his title here!
Maxwell McNally: I can’t believe it! Train has done so much, not this way dammit!
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
NO!
Train kicks out just barely and rolls onto his side. Both Shadow and Gingerdude cannot believe it. Shadow looks up at the clock and sees he has about 90 seconds left. He quickly picks up Train and goes for the Vashta Nerada. However, with Train’s massive strength, he picks up Shadow and turns him into a OM NOM BOMB position. Train stumbles around and it looks like he is going to nail it but he stumbles back to the ropes and gets his leg caught by Gingerdude! Gingerdude holds onto the leg of Train, causing him to lose balance and drop Shadow. Train turns around and yells at Gingerdude to stay out of it but before he can go back on the attack, Shadow low blows him! Train bends over holding, down there which allows Shadow to do the Vashta Nerada. He drives Train’s head into the ground. Carter is finally coming to for reals now, and he crawls over to the two men. There is about 10 seconds left as Carter makes the pin
Maxwell McNally: This has to go into overtime. I don’t think that this will end up with a clear winner.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: It all depends on the count.
ONE! . . . . . TWO! . . . . . THREE!
*Bell Rings*
Maxwell McNally: Did he get it? I don’t think he got it.
Carter rolls out of the ring and goes over to Phillip. He tells him something then retrieves the championship belt and gets back in the ring. Gingerdude looks around the ring with a worried expression on his face. Shadow is on his feet looking over at Gingerdude while Train sits up, holding the ropes as his support.
Phillip: The referee has informed me that the pinfall....WAS completed within the 45 minutes so therefore with a final score of 4-3, the winner of this match and NEWWWWWWWWWW ACW International Champion, DAVE SHADOOOOOW!
“America’s Most Hated” plays over the arena as Shadow jumps with joy and takes the championship like it was his own child. He holds it above his head and then does his laps around the ring, embracing Gingerdude in the process. Thunder Train looks disappointed at the outcome and stands in the ring shaking his head. Gingerdude whispers something to Shadow and he continues celebrating up the ramp and to the back. When he reaches the top of the extremely long ramp, he raises up his newly won title and pyros and confetti begin falling! Gingerdude then gets in the ring with Train with a microphone in hand.
Gingerdude: Well Train, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time! Finally, FINAAALLLLLYYY, I get to get rid of you. So Thunder Train, I am very proud to announce that YOU! ARE! FIIIIIIIIIRED!
Train just turns the other way and leaves the ring. Gingerdude laughs and tries to get the arena to sing NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE! But they aren’t having it. Most of them are standing and giving Train a great ovation for his performance here tonight. Train walks up the ramp and slaps the hands of the fans nearby. He reaches the top of the ramp and raises his arm up for one last time.
Train is finally done...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:52:28 GMT -5
F I N A L E 2 .[/center][/font] It was Rosa's first night as a cleaning lady for Alpha Championship Wrestling Corporation, and so far she was enjoying it. Her friend who had worked with this company for over five years had warned her that cleaning for a living would be a difficult task while employed to the company. She laughed at this warning now, knowing that after raising five kids and taking care of a husband this was a piece of cake.Bryce: Hey, lady! Rosa: Yes, sir? Bryce was standing before her, his clothes slightly ripped while escaping the prison Rena had left him in.Bryce: I need a favor. Rosa: What would you like, sir? Bryce: See that room there? Rosa: *looking* Uhhhh "Rena Matheson"? Bryce: Yes, that door. I need it unlocked. Rosa: I don't have a key. Bryce: Lady, I know you will clean her room so I know you have a key. Rosa: You're not Rena Matheson. Bryce: Look, Rena is my girlfriend and it's her birthday tonight. I just wanted to go in there and surprise her! Please! Rosa: *thinking* alright. Rosa fiddled with the keys in her pocket before finding the right one. As both her and the gentleman approached the door, she placed the key in the lock and turned it. Bryce patted her on the shoulder and turned the knob, opening the dark room.Bryce: Thank you. Rosa: You're welcome, sir. Have fun, I hope she's surprised! Bryce: Oh, she will be. the man closed and locked the door behind him, leavign Rosa alone in the hallway to continue her work. She found her broom and began to sweep.Rosa: Good evening. A woman passed Rosa, nodding to her with a smile. The woman continued to walk past her, humming and skipping as if in complete elation. Rosa thought up little stories that could have been a reason for this woman's happiness, continuing to sweep the dirt from the floors. She heard the click of a lock and looked to see the woman enter a room and close it, the words "RENA MATHESON" placed on a beautiful golden plaque hung on the door.Rosa: I hope she's surprised. Oh, young love. Smiling, she dropped the broom and grabbed a cleaning product and a rag from her utility cart. With a few sprays, Rosa began to clean the walls.Rosa: What a nice gentleman to surprise his girlfriend like that on her birthday. He wasn't dressed very nice, though ... but I guess it's the thought that counts. She heard something smash within the room, causing her to break out in a smile.Rosa: Now if I had that much fun I may not have left my husband! Humming to herself, she continued to wipe down the walls. After she had finished witht he walls, she leaned down to begin wiping a smudge on the floor.Rosa: Get out, spot! BAM a gunshot alarmed Rosa, causing her to drop her cleaning supplies and stand upright. She looked in the direction of the shot, unsure of what to do. She was about to turn and call for someone when the door flung open. She noted that the figure standing at the door had blood stains on them, her mouth dropping in complete shock....: YOU NEED TO HELP ME! CALL 911!!! Rosa: But- ...: PLEASE! GO! She turned to run for the nearest phone, looking back at the damage in the room. There, lying in the middle of the floor was a body, a pool of blood staining the carpeted floors....: I'm so sorry ... As she turned the corner, the person stepped into the room and slouched beside the body on the floor, holding their head in complete shock and despair.[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:54:11 GMT -5
Segment: Getting My Job Back (Credit: Train) We open inside the office of Chairman Gingerdude who is having quite a lovely day. Dave Shadow is the new International Champion and in his mind, Thunderkiss will be the World Champion by the end of the day. He picks up his coffee and takes a sip while looking over what looks to be a new contract. Suddenly, an intern bursts into the room with a clipboard and walks up to Gingerdude.Intern: Mr. Gingerdude sir, we seem to be having a little security problem. Gingerdude: What are you talking about? Intern: Two hooligans seem to be running around the arena. I don't know what we should do with them. Gingerdude: Bring them here-- no wait....I'll go to them. Are they locked up with security? Intern: As of right now, yes. Gingerdude: Alright, let's go. Gingerdude stands up and quickly hurries out of the office with the un-named intern. They go speeding by a gigantic looking janitor mopping the floor. When the two pass, the janitor turns around and we see that it's actually Thunder Train! He looks around then strips off the janitor's costume and throws it into a garbage can. He then "sneaks" up to the door and opens it up. He gets inside and closes it. Train pulls out a walkie-talkie and talks into it.Thunder Train: Hungry Hippo here, I am in the city. Repeat, there is a hippo in the city (XD MAINER).We now cut to what looks like some high tech lair with Thunder Lawyer heading it up, looking like Luther from Mission Impossible with all of the screens around him.Thunder Lawyer: Good. Thunder Train: Ken and Chris are caught right? I can't have Gingerdude coming back in here and screwing all this up, understand?Thunder Lawyer: Roger that Hippo, we are ready to go. They are in the security lounge and that tracer that you put in Gingerdude's coffee is working well. I can see wherever he goes around the arena. Thunder Train: Awesome. Now I just need to find that damn contract.Train scours around the room, looking everywhere except the obvious place of on his desk. He opens up the drawers, looks through the garbage and even under the desk.Thunder Lawyer: What's the problem? Can't you find it? Thunder Train: I don't know, I don't see it. It's gotta--Thunder Lawyer: OH SHIT! TRAIN! GET DOWN! HES COMING BACK! Train panics and frantically looks anywhere he could hide. He quickly dives underneath Gingerdude's desk but he is too big. The table now sorta sways back and forth because of Train. Gingerdude bursts into his office and looks around for something. Gingerdude: Punk ass kids wanna be smart eh? I'll show them! Gingerdude walks over to a nearby table and opens it up. He pulls out a bat then continues out. But not before looking back at his desk that is elevated a bit. He gives a to it but then turns the other way and continues on. Thunder Lawyer: Train, you ok? Thunder Train: Oh yeah, just his desk is heavy.Train pulls him self and while pulling himself up his hand lands on top of the contract. Train looks down at it and quickly picks it up.Thunder Train: I got it! Lawyer! I GOT IT!Thunder Lawyer: GOOD! NOW WRITE YOUR NAME IN! Train grabs some nearby whiteout and white's out every part that says "Thunderkiss" on it and replaces it with green crayon that says Train. It takes him a minute because of all the different times it's mentioned but when he's done it looks like a 1st grader did the job. Who cares?Thunder Train: Oh my God! This is awesome! I get like a $500,000 pay increase along with a bunch of other guaranteed things.Thunder Lawyer: Yeah, sounds great, but you need to get out of the there now! He's right in front of the door! GET OUT! Train panics and then we cut away. We cut to Gingerdude opening the door. He opens it and finds his desk shifted a bit and the back window opened. He immediately rushes to the window and looks down. A pretty far way down to nowhere. The intern walks in after him.Intern: Mr. Gingerdude, do you have that contract you were telling me about? Gingerdude: Yeah yeah, it's on the table there, just take it and go. I got some things that need to be taken care of. Intern: Alrighty. The unknowing intern takes the contract and leaves the office. Gingerdude continues to look out, not knowing that he has just reinstated Thunder Train to the ACW Roster. Ladies and gentlemen, the movie never ends, it goes on and on and on and on....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:54:45 GMT -5
Segment: Letter From A Friend Credit: Jake Steele / ??
With only moments until the Main Event, and the conclusion of the International Title Match all but wrapped up, the camera fades into Jake Steele, stretching his muscles out, before he begins jabbing away at the air and throwing some kicks out into the wind. After about two or three minutes of this, along with some pep talk for himself, he slaps his shoulders and begins to pick up his World Championship… when he looks down at his bench, and notices a letter. He picks it up, rips it open and begins to read it aloud.
“Dear Steele,
I have been watching you for the past few months… and man, I have to say you’ve become a beast, honestly. Remember those matches we had? You beat me, I beat you. It was a back and forth game of chess, and just when everyone thought you had my number, I took yours and hit the ground running.
Oh well, that’s in the past, I’m looking towards the future. I’m planning to make my return, soon enough. I hope that you retain tonight, maybe when I come back you can give me a shot. That would be fun. Anyways, I must be going now. Bye.
Your friend, Mr. Extraordinary”
Steele: I ain’t got time for this bullshit.
Steele throws the letter down to the ground, picking up his chain and throwing it around his neck, then picking up his World Title and putting it over his shoulder. He begins to walk out, reaching the door before he takes another glance at that letter, he looks to his left, then his right before he walks back over to the letter and stuffs it into his locker. He swipes his nose, making sure nobody else is around, then he shrugs and walks off. As he makes his exit, the camera begins to focus on that letter… with the wonder of who the hell wrote it, and why?
That’s for another time though, as the biggest match of Steele’s career thus far is approaching…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:55:08 GMT -5
Segment: Leaving (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens in a parking lot. Michael Smart is shown, walking towards a silver car. His expression is grim. He is still thinking about what transpired earlier, wondering whether he did the right thing by firing Daniel. Michael gets to the car, searching his pockets for the key. After searching both his pockets thoroughly, he still doesn't find it.
Michael Smart: Damn.
Michael turns to go back into the arena, but stops when he sees something. The camera pans back to show Daniel, holding keys in front of him.
Daniel Smart: Looking for these?
Michael steps forward, trying to take the keys, but Daniel keeps them away from Michael.
Michael Smart: Give me the keys, Daniel.
Daniel Smart: You'll have to listen to me, first.
Michael thinks about taking the keys by force, but decides that listening is easier.
Daniel Smart: Now, I know you're angry at me right now, and I guess I can kinda understand it. It's true that I haven't really done anything useful so far. I thought that when I arrange all these competitions and talk shows and everything else I arrange would impress you, but I guess you don't like them. I guess I was so excited to be helping you that I didn't stop and think whether what I was doing was actually helping you.
Daniel looks down at the ground, sad.
Daniel Smart: I've never been the smartest, the strongest, or the coolest. I sucked as a wrestler, I don't have the patience to study, and I don't rally have the talent for much of anything besides working at Walmart. But if there's anything I can do, it's making people laugh. Since you're always so serious, I thought that by making jokes all the time, I would balance that out. Looking back, I guess I never really let you get a word in.
Daniel holds the keys in front of him.
Daniel Smart: I wanted to help you, but maybe I can't help. Maybe it's best that you're alone from now on.
Michael takes the keys, looking at them before turning his eyes to Daniel again.
Michael Smart: Daniel... I realize that you mean well. But...
Michael is at a loss for words. After a long while of silence he continues.
Michael Smart: You know what? After a speech like that, I can't even remember why I was mad at you. Sure, you are annoying at times, but you just convinced me that having you around isn't so bad. You're rehired.
Daniel's eyes widen, but he doesn't stay shocked for long before he smiles and hugs his cousin.
Michael Smart: Hey, no hugging!
Daniel lets go of Michael.
Michael Smart: Now let's get out of here.
Michael opens the car door, Daniel running on the other side and getting inside.
Daniel Smart: Can I still get the six month's pay beforehand?
Michael Smart: No.
They close the doors and drive off the parking lot as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:55:38 GMT -5
Segment: Anti-Climatic But You Laughed (Credit: Train) We open with Thunder Train and Thunder Lawyer both going toward the Road Steeler's locker room. They are laughing and celebrating at the victory they have achieved. They open up the door and see that the locker room is very empty. The Road Steelers have seen a lot of people come and go and it's uncertain where the member count lies now. Thunder Lawyer closes the door and Train grabs some alcohol from the fridge.Thunder Lawyer: I can't believe we just pulled that off Train. Thunder Train: I know, sure, I lost my championship, but I got my job back AND all those benefits. PLUS a security of at least 3 years? I'll take that. Thunder Lawyer: Yes, everything seems to be going perfectly. Thunder Train: Well, except for my sister....Thunder Lawyer: That's right...you never found her. Thunder Train: I'm starting to think Gingerdude didn't take her.Thunder Lawyer: What makes you say that? Thunder Train: I don't know just something tells me...The two remain quiet when they hear a faint weeping noise. They both look at each other and then look around the locker room. Train sets down his beverage and listens more closely. Both men don't make a noise as the sound grows louder.Thunder Lawyer: I HEAR A WITCH! Thunder Train: I need Cr0wned...Thunder Lawyer: It's coming from that closet... Thunder Train: That closet? That hasn't been opened in months... Here, help me open it.Thunder Train reaches forward and begins to tug on the knob. No use. He then has Thunder Lawyer pull him as he pulls the door and with their combined strength, the door make the door pop open and inside is a woman crying.Thunder Lawyer: Who is THAT? Woman: Who am I? Train, you don't recognize me? Thunder Train: No...sorry, can't say that I do. Woman: It's Thunder Thighs! Thunder Lawyer: Wut.... She steps out of the closet and goes to the Road Steeler's mirror.Thunder Thighs: WOW! I LOOK LIKE THIS NOW? Thunder Train: I'd hit that.Thunder Lawyer: >_> Thunder Thighs: How did this happen? Thunder Lawyer: I guess...your *Ahem* fat kept you alive by feeding off of it and your lack of sunlight for a few months caused your skin to turn lighter. Thunder Train: I guess that makes sense, good to have you back Sis! I guess now this is the best day ever...The brother and sister reunite for the first time since March. Thunder Lawyer wipes a tear from his eye, knowing that he's gonna try and hit that. This Road Steeler's story ends on a happy note but will Steele have the same success? Only time will tell! Oh yeah and it was a little anti-climatic and Zero did give me the idea with the losing weight/turning white thing. But I picked Mickie James! That counts for something right?
Right....?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:56:11 GMT -5
Match 13: ACW World Heavyweight Championship No DQ, No Interference Jake Steele(c) vs. Senator Steve Phillips vs. Thunderkiss. (Credit: Senator) And so, finally, after a true night of nights, the main event is imminent.
There is a real sense of occasion, of gravitas, hanging in the expectant air of the arena as the shot cuts to Max McNally at ringside.Maxwell McNally: Here we are in the main event of one of the longest evenings in ACW history! Jake Steele defends his title not just against the winner of Fallen Heroes, Thunderkiss, but also against the manipulative Senator Steve Phillips in what will surely be regarded as a classic encounter! ”Fast” Eddie Edison: Yeah, Maxie, Jake Steele’s gonna try to cement his legacy…right over the backs of his opponents! And if you want my opinion… McNally: Can’t say that I do, but I suppose I should ask for it anyway. Edison: Jake Steele’s just too athletic, too tough, too well rounded, he can’t lose! There’s a reason he’s the champ, the guy’s unstoppable! Thunderkiss, he’s a one armed cripple and even before Steele masterfully took him out, he’s still a one trick pony! TK is about power, power, and…yeah, more power! That’s not being a complete wrestler, and in ACW, those sorts don’t win belts! Then you get to old man Phillips, who will likely catch osteoporosis or something… McNally: Eddie, you do realize that osteoporosis isn’t a contagious disease, and that Dr. Trace Gibson gave the Senator his all clear sign. Edison: Yeah, because he was paid off, Senator Phillips should stick to politics, he’s gone all desperate, throwing aside his moral code for this match, but to me, that’s a sign that he knows his body can’t hold up under the strains of a championship bout! Soon, the lights dim, as ACW’s longtime announcer Phillip Jones makes his way to the middle of the ring, wearing his trademark tuxedo. Phillip Jones: The following contest is YOUR ACW main event match of the evening, and will be for one fall! This will be a match for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship, and it will be held under no disqualifications rules, with an absolute ban on outside interference! Before long, “Hail to the Chief” plays, as eight massive Grecian pillars are rolled out alongside the entranceway. Philip: Entering first, from Chicago, Illinois, the first challenger.... Senator Steve Philips! As the Senator reaches the entranceway, “Hail to the Chief” is replaced with the Senator’s rarest theme, “Ecstasy of Gold” by Ennio Morricone. The Senator strikes his victory pose at the top of the ramp, as fireworks shoot off, and as he makes his way down towards the ring, tickertape shoots out from each of the pillars as he passes them. The Senator reaches the ring, and enters without ceremony. He performs a couple of stretches, totally focused, as the crowd’s attention returns to the entrance way.# Philip: And our second challenger, Thunderkiss! The crowd hears the purring of an engine emanating from behind the Alpha Tron. As the lights fade the engine begins to revs up and then with a screech and a billow of smoke Thunderkiss comes darting out of the entrance on his borrowed Harley Davidson. This spectacle causes the crowd to rise to their feet and scream until their voices become horse. Sitting behind Thunderkiss is Grindhouse who is wide eyed of the grandeur of this special edition of Monday Night Warfare. She cannot help but admire her husband’s tactics of intimidation as he circles the ring a few times and drowns his opponents in a sea of exhaust fumes. At the conclusion of the last turn he parks his bike, gives his wife a kiss and enters the ring. As Anna drives away, she watches TK take the top rope in the rear view mirror and rip off his shirt leaving no doubt that Thunderkiss has arrived. There is a forced pause as the crowd gradually calms down enough for Philip to be heard over the tremendous din. Philip: And finally, the Defending ACW World Champion.... Jake Steele! ]??: NO ONE ON THE CORNER HAVE A SWAGGA LIKE US… HIT ME ON MY BURNER PREPAID WIRELESS… WE PACK AND DELIVER LIKE UPS TRUCKS… ALREADY GOING HELL, JUST PUMPING MY GAS! NO ONE ON THE CORNER HAVE A SWAGGA LIKE US… HIT ME ON MY BURNER PREPAID WIRELESS… WE PACK AND DELIVER LIKE UPS TRUCKS… ALREADY GOING HELL, JUST PUMPING MY GAS! NO ONE ON THE CORNER HAVE A SWAGGA LIKE US… LIKE US… LIKE US! The crowd jumps to their feet as Jay-Z, Kanye West, and M.I.A come from behind the curtains as the beat to “Swagga Like Us” strikes the PA System in full force and the official swag anthem bumps through the ACW arena, everybody who’s anybody on their feet as Kanye hypes the crowd up with his destructive verse.KANYE WESTMr. West is in the building Swagger on a hundred thousand, trillion Ayo, I know I got it first I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims Thanksgiving do we even gotta question? Hermes pastel I pass the dressing My attitude is tattooed That mean its permanent so I guess we should address it, huh? My swagger is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on a track I asthma attack it Why he's so mad for? Why he gotta have it? Cause a slave my whole life, now I'm the master Na-Na-Na How it feel to wake up and be the shit and the urine Na-Na-Na-Na-Na Tryin' ta get that Kobe number, one over Jordan MIA: No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger like usJAY-Z(No one on the corner) Gotta bop like this Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit No one on the corner gotta pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans cause my knots so thick You can learn how to dress just by checkin my fresh Checkin' checkin' my fresh Checkin' checkin' my fresh Follow my steps, it's the road to success Where the niggas know you thorough And the girls say "Yes" But I can't teach 'em my swag You can pay for school but you can't buy class School of hard knocks I'm a grad And that all blue Yankee is my graduation cap, it's... Hoooooooova Dippin' different Rovers, whippin' with the soda Hoooooooova Did you even have any doubt after doubt it was over? Directly after that verse, Kanye slips to the background and the beat to “Brooklyn’s Finest” drops. Taking us all back to the Reasonable Doubt days, as he throws his hat off into the crowd and his shades. This theme goes along perfectly, as Jake Steele rides out from the back in a black Porsche, sitting in the back draped in Mafioso gear. As he slowly rides out, the Porsche stops, and his driver hops out of it, opening the door for him as he steps out with his World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulders, and both Steve Phillips and Thunderkiss having no choice but to watch on in disgust. Steele walks with a lean in his step, as he walks over to Jay and Kanye, giving them both some dap, showing love and appreciation for him coming out to the show tonight. Steele nods his head and he and Kanye reenact the Nas and Jay pose from when they squashed their beef, which ensues some laughter among the three of them. Steele looks up and sees M.I.A. on a higher point of the stage, swaying her hips left and right as she bobs her head to the beat, and Steele has to run up and give her a quick hug, thanking her for coming out tonight also.
As Jay and Kanye begin to recite the lyrics of "Brooklyn's Finest" together, with Kanye rapping over the voice of Biggie, Steele begins to make his way down the long Omega Effect ramp.JAY-ZYeah, yeah, yeah, Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat us The number one question is can the Feds get us I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas, take that with ya NOTORIOUS B.I.G.Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and lame scuffles Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related, most hated JAY-ZCan't fade it, while ya'll pump willy, I run up and stunt silly Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli Squeezed off on him, left the paramedics breathin soft on him What's ya name? NOTORIOUS B.I.G.Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet Tryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit Rings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo Stick - who? (motherfuckers) What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya draws Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JVNOTORIOUS B.I.G.Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious Delicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes Gram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin JAY-ZKeep rockin, No more Mista Nice Guy I twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistols Blazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days Inn With New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride NOTORIOUS B.I.G.Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeper Here comes the Grim Reaper Frank Wright, need the keys to your Integra (That's right) Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told me Your holding more drugs than a pharmacy You ain't harmin me, so pardon me Pass the safe before I blaze the place and here's six shots just in case What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya draws Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JVJAY-ZYeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white hero(i)n Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms Stay out the way from here on (Clear) gone NOTORIOUS B.I.G.Nea Gutter had two spots The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot If Fey' had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs Get it? Tu-pac's? JAY-ZTime to separate the pros from the cons The platinum from the bronz And butter soft shit from the leather on the Fonz The S1 diamond from my eye class don A Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh Brook Na, sippin on NOTORIOUS B.I.GCristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya Mad slugs though your Nautica, I'm warnin ya! The infamous song cuts off, and Jake Steele has already made his way into the ring, raising his championship at all four corners, not for the crowd, but to make sure his challengers tonight see what a real champion is. He hops off of the corners, and raises his championship one more time pointing to Jay and Kanye, before he hands the belt off and sits in his corner, watching both Steve Phillips and Thunderkiss, knowing that tonight will be his biggest, and possibly his final challenge as the World Champion.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:56:43 GMT -5
***Ring Bell***
All three competitors acknowledge each other with a mutual, deadly stare, and seem to be on the verge of initiating hostilities when Phillips steps back, dropping down and rolling under the ropes. Steele and Thunderkiss both watch their opponent back to the outside, neither quite willing to follow him into a potential ambush, and instead begin to square off inside the ring.
McNally: Thunderkiss certainly wants a shot at Jake Steele, and he’s going to get it right now, seeking revenge for the reprehensible attack that led to the cast you now see on his arm.
Edison: Maxie, you gotta remember, everyone said Steele couldn’t beat Thunderkiss, he just had to do what you have to do to get ahead and reassert himself, if you know what I mean!
McNally: I know what you mean, and I disapprove, that’s no excuse, just as the Senator had no excuse in his sneak attack on Steele earlier this year. Two wrongs don’t make a right.
Steele and TK circle around the ring at a rapid pace, with the champion initiating hostilities, leaping forward and throwing repeated punches at his massive opponent. With a startling, unrelenting ferocity, Jake Steele unleashes wildly swinging strikes, backing Thunderkiss up into the ropes. Thinking his opponent to be ready for a tumble, Steele rushes forward with a cactusline lariat…only for TK to not only block it, but to catch the swinging arm with his one good hand!
McNally: I do believe that Thunderkiss was setting up this precise moment…
Indeed, TK shakes his head for a moment, before clobbering Steele over the head with his cast-encrusted left arm, sending him halfway across the ring. Even so, Steele collects himself just as quickly, again running across the ring, this time hitting a big boot to the face, which TK shrugs off to the astonishment of all in attendance. Jake Steele, annoyed, but un-intimidated, goes right back to the punches, this time pulling TK down into a headlock to unleash uppercuts to the face, mixing in a few knee lifts for good measure. Steele finally finishes up with a bionic elbow to the neck, walking off for a moment, only to turn around right into a gigantic punch from Thunderkiss!
Edison: Woah! Steele hit TK with about a hundred punches and knees, but one punch from the big cripple just floored him!
McNally: I highly doubt Thunderkiss would agree with your diagnosis, but he certainly did knock Steele out of his boots with that tremendous overhand right.
TK stares down at his opponent on the mat, motioning him to get up, with an unchanging expression, and Steele obliges the challenger, leaping up with a glancing spin heel kick, rolling off the impact through the ropes, standing up on the apron, and leaping off to hit a springboard hurricanrana. Unfortunately for Steele, his intentions are not strong enough to take Thunderkiss off his feet, and the big man merely catches him, in a prime position for a powerbomb.
Edison: This could be very, very bad!
However, Jake Steele is not a man to give up so easily, and rakes TK’s eyes, throwing a big double hand sledgehammer into his face, sending the big man reeling, and a second one sends him to the mat, with Steele going along for the ride, landing right into a pin…
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McNally: It’s obvious that Thunderkiss is not worried about further injury to his wrist, and pain doesn’t even seem to register in his brain. I might wonder how much that cast protects him, though, and whether this is a wise tactic to employ.
Edison: I think he’s nuts! He’s gonna break his arm again hitting it over Steele’s head! Not only that, but if this weren’t a no DQ match, he’d been gone several times over by now!
Steele pulls himself up by the ropes, just in time to see Thunderkiss barreling towards him at full speed. The big man goes flying straight over the top rope, and even before he can hit the floor, Steele is running off the ropes, dashing from the opposite side of the ring, and returning to hit a spectacular suicide dive, resulting in both competitors crashing into the guard barriers. Steele ends up against the apron, while TK leans across the barriers, when…
McNally: There’s Steve Phillips!
Edison: Sheesh, I thought the old man took a trip to the nursing home or something!
Sure enough, Senator Steve Phillips sneaks up, and clobbers Thunderkiss with a lunging front kick to the injured left arm, and before Steele can notice or respond, the Senator rolls him into the ring. Phillips follows up as fast as he can, rolling under the ropes, unleashing a frenzy of soccer kicks to the side of the head. Steele, although under fire, does not lose his composure, and manages to catch the leg, standing up, spinning his opponent around, and going for a big right hook. Phillips sees the fist flying towards his face at the last second, evading it with a duck and weaves right into a right uppercut of his own.
McNally: Senator Phillips made a point that he especially trained his striking skills for this match, and while Steele might be the tougher, stronger, faster brawler, Phillips likely has the technical advantage from his many years of experience and…
Edison: And you’re a hypocrite, Maxie, half the time, you talk about how disappointed you are in the Senator, and here you are drooling over his “amazingly wonderful skillset!” Come on, either you praise him or you condemn him, all this back and forth stuff is confusing me!
Back in the ring, the Senator ducks another Steele right, and deflects a left hook to the body, before connecting with a rapid four punch jab-straight-jab-straight combination to the head. Steele, unimpressed by the display merely lunges out and smacks Phillips across the face with an open hand, and puffs his chest out, making an easy target for the most feared knife-edge chops in the industry. The Senator shakes his head, briefly flashing an ironic smirk before rearing back and letting loose with a ferocious chop, but Steele barely flinches, answering with another face slap, daring Phillips to chop him again.
Edison: Woah, you never see someone WANT to be chopped by the Senator!
As astounded as Edison and many in the crowd are, Steele still remains resolute, taking another chop, returning with a overhand chop of his own to the chest. The Senator, blood in his eyes then goes into a frenzy, raising a noticeable welt on Steele’s chest with chop after chop, but other than the physical evidence, there is no sign that Steele even notices the strikes. Phillips rears back one more time, looking to throw the mother of all chops…but instead, whiffs on the attack, instead lunging inside, taking his opponent off guard with a headlock takedown, punching downwards with the right hand until…
McNally: I do believe that Thunderkiss wants back in on the fun here…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:57:03 GMT -5
Sure enough, the massive mauling machine pulls himself up onto the apron with his right hand, having bidden his own time, and trapping Steele and Senator, the latter of whom immediately lets go of his headlock, rolling to his feet. Steele and Phillips exchange a quick look as Thunderkiss approaches, and wordlessly decide to attack him straight ahead. Unfortunately for Steele, Phillips decides to hold back at the last second, and the World Heavyweight champion is sent into a kamikaze mission, right into a TK scoop slam. With one threat down and one left, Thunderkiss cuts the ring off from Steve Phillips, trudging forward with the inevitable sense of doom in the air, cornering his opponent before he can bail out of the ring yet again. With nowhere to go, the Senator throws a frantic series of kicks to the legs and ribs, temporarily checking TK’s progress with a sidekick to the thigh. Thunderkiss is only temporarily delayed, and shoves Phillips into the corner, hitting a series of side knee lifts before shifting position and hitting one single devastating shoulder thrust, taking the wind out of his opponent.
McNally: That’s a normal move from most people, from TK, it’s a potential game changer. That one shoulder attack could have broken a rib if it hit just right.
TK backs off, looking for an even more powerful attack, when Steele pops up, clenching in a jumping sleeper hold. The champ applies as much pressure as possible, wrenching back, and Thunderkiss drops down to a single knee. Steele shifts his arms, clasping his outside triceps as he attempts to cut off blood flow to the carotid artery. Although to outside observers, TK seems to be in dire straits, Jake Steele quickly realizes his predicament to be a dangerous one as his opponent ceases to attempt prying the arms from around his neck, instead waving his fist to the crowd, as he begins to stand up. Thunderkiss barely even registers the sleeper as he pushes to his feet, running all the way across the ring, and Steele braces himself for impact with the corner. Instead of turning his back, though, TK simply charges directly into the corner, leaning forward as he does so, the impact of which hurls Steele straight over his opponent’s head, and the turnbuckle post, sending him flying to the outside!
Edison: Woahman, that’s DAAAANNNN….
McNally: Hold off on that, Eddie. I get the feeling that this war has only started.
And indeed, as Thunderkiss pulls himself off the turnbuckle, a barrage of kicks to his arm greet him back to the in-ring combat. TK blocks several potential headkicks with his left arm, but in doing so, allows the Senator to get inside and throw a number of knees to the ribcage, followed by several quick hooks to the head. TK misses a punch of his own, and this time, the Senator goes to the body with several hooks. Having been pummeled enough, TK bats aside a punch, and clutches the Senator by the throat with his right hand, throttling him. Without a moment’s hesitation, Phillips swings a knee forward, clocking TK below the belt, putting on a front facelock moments later.
McNally: As ugly as that was, it was legal. When there’s no disqualifications, Raymond Allen Fleming cannot do a thing but stand back and watch.
The Senator takes TK to the mat, continuing the work that Steele started with his sleeper, but unlike the champ, Phillips realizes from long experience that Thunderkiss can power out of any submission technique, and seamlessly transitions from the facelock into a keylock submission on the left arm. TK, who had more than tolerated the sleeper and facelock now seems to be in pain for the first time in the match, but this only spurs him to turn around on the mat, get to his knees, and exerting a ridiculous effort, he stands up, Phillips hanging on his arm, doggedly persisting in keeping his keylock applied. Thunderkiss finally uses his other arm to position the Senator correctly…before dropping down with a kneeling powerbomb for the pin…
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…The Senator kicks out, but at the cost of losing his submission. Although nursing his arm, TK gets up and pulls his longtime rival up off the mat with an iron claw variant. Phillips tries to kick a leg up and turn the move into a cross armbreaker, but finds this to be a grave mistake, as Thunderkiss lifts him up much higher, and then slams him back down over an outstretched knee with a backbreaker slam! TK keeps the claw applied, and stands the action back up, just in time to stare Jake Steele down from halfway across the ring.
Edison: Steele’s back, and he’s out for blood!
TK tosses the Senator aside as he zeroes in on the ACW champion, but Phillips recovers faster than expected, and takes out his opponent’s legs with a dropkick. Steele carefully closes in, and the two begin stomping away at the largest man in the match.
McNally: Thunderkiss might be too powerful for his own good at times, namely, now. He’s the biggest target in this match, and you best believe that both Phillips and the champion are trying their best to diminish him as a factor in this contest.
However, the flip side of the equation is made apparent as Thunderkiss slowly but surely wills himself to his feet, not letting either opponent keep him down. Steele lunges in, and TK is suddenly struck with an inspiration, spinning around and hitting both opponents with a swinging backhand cast/lariat combination.
Edison: Dare I say it? Spinning Lariatoooo!
Both opponents drop to the mat, and Thunderkiss picks Steele to pin…
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…Jake Steele not only kicks out, but takes TK in a facelock as he does so, before hitting a swinging neckbreaker, and going for his own pin…
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…Jake Steele pulls the Senator off, and spins him around, right into the path of a Codebreaker, or at least, an attempted Codebreaker, which Phillips avoids by staying vertical and countering directly into the Victory Lock II, his quick application toehold figure four! Before Steele can fight his way out, or Phillips can advance the hold, a giant leg drop from Thunderkiss breaks up the submission. All three fighters take a brief respite after the rapid sequence, Steele looking the least affected. Thunderkiss, though, is the first one to take action, picking the Senator up, whipping him into the ropes, only for Steele to intercept Phillips with his Whirlwind spinning back side kick to the ribs, dropping the politician to his knees. Sizing up his target, Steele then runs off the ropes, building full momentum for…
Edison: Right in Yo Face! Steele’s gonna punt the old man Right in Yo Face!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:57:34 GMT -5
However, Steele fails to take the third man in the match into account, and Thunderkiss uses uncharacteristic speed to set himself in the way of the burgeoning champion, catching him with a back body drop…sending Steele landing right on top of the Senator’s upraised back! The camp rolls off the impact, clutching his back, while the Senator painfully pushes himself off the mat. Both victims of the back body drop quickly flash a mutual look of determination, and Steele points to Thunderkiss in an obvious call for another alliance. This time, both men do join forces, rushing their mutual adversary with a wild assault of kicks and punches, backing TK against the ropes.
McNally: Steele and Phillips hate each other’s guts, that is quite obvious, but they have realized that their individual chances of winning go up if they can mutually take Thunderkiss out of the equation.
Just when TK seems to be reeling and out of it, Steele decides to get inside…and promptly gets himself hiptossed over the top rope for his troubles! Phillips, suddenly by himself, goes for an elbow to the head, but Thunderkiss merely blocks it, grabs his fellow former champion, and hoists him up into a seated position on the top rope. The Senator seems a bit confused, but only for a moment, before TK clasps his right hand around the end of his cast, and swings both arms around with a Box Office Smash, using the Polish Hammer to knock the Senator directly to the outside with a decidedly uncomfortable landing!
Edison: Yikes, that was brutal! TK swatted Phillips like a mosquito!
Thunderkiss drops down to the outside himself, but a recovered Jake Steele is ready…with a chair, and bashes TK right in the head, three straight times. Head ACW Referee Raymond Allen Fleming looks on disapprovingly from inside the ring, but as the match stipulations do not allow for disqualifications, he is helpless to watch the carnage unfold outside the ring. Steele raises the chair once more, violently bringing it down onto the skull of the Worldbreaker, before wielding the heavily dented weapon one more time…but this time was one too many, and TK greets the chair with his left arm, batting it right back into the champ’s face!
McNally: That was a costly counter from Thunderkiss, but he needed to neutralize that chair, Steele was practically putting a dent in his skull!
Both Steele and TK reel back from the move, TK trying to will the pain away while Steele props himself up on the apron. Thunderkiss, bracing himself, shakes the cobwebs from the chair shots, and begins to approach the champ when Senator Phillips jumps to his feet, and takes the big man down with an unorthodox armbar technique! Phillips places a knee across his opponent’s throat, trapping TK’s left forearm in the crook of his elbow, wrenching back with reckless abandon.
Edison: Oh man, I heard this is nasty, Dwight told me Senator calls this the Dealbreaker! It’s like a cross armbreaker, but even worse for your arm!
McNally: This would be bad enough if used on a perfectly healthy opponent, let alone, someone who recently suffered a shattered wrist.
Thunderkiss clutches for the apron with his free hand, but Phillips is nearly maniacal in the application of his new armbar, looking straight up to the top of the arena, taking in the jeers of the fans and the agonized grunts from his opponent. TK grasps for the apron, but is simply a foot too far, and instead attempts to stand up, but regrets that idea right away, as Phillips masterfully controls his arm, and sinks the hold in even deeper. Steele stands up, and thinks for a moment to take a cheap shot, but instead wanders off around the other side of the ring.
McNally: Whatever idea Jake Steele has cannot be pleasant for his opponents. Most likely, he’s looking for a specific weapon.
Meanwhile, Phillips continues to keep the Dealbreaker locked in, using TK’s weight against him as leverage on the hold, focusing completely on wreaking as much havoc on the arm as humanly possible. For his part, Thunderkiss appears to be undergoing an inhuman amount of pain, and on the verge of passing out. If this were in the ring, RAF very well may have stopped the bout, but instead, TK suffers on while, unnoticed to the other two, Steele finds just what, or really, who he’s been looking for: none other than UFC Light Heavyweight superstar, Quinton “Rampage” Jackson. Jackson stands up, and stares Steele down for a moment, but the two quickly shake hands for a moment, laughing, and Rampage reaches around his neck, pulling off a monstrously large steel chain, handing it to the ACW champion, giving him a few words of encouragement before mugging for the cameras.
Edison: I think we know now who Rampage is pulling for! Sheesh, that guy’s weird…who the heck wears a giant chain over their shoulders in public, anyway?
Hearing a shift in the crowd, and having done enough damage to Thunderkiss, the Senator finally lets go of the Dealbreaker, standing up, and managing to catch sight of Steele as he heads back around the ring. The champ backs Phillips off with a big swing of the steel chain, and before the Senator can react again, Steele charges forward, and takes him over into the crowd with a chain assisted lariat. Steele then looks over, finding Thunderkiss propping himself against the apron, left arm limp by his side, and an evil glint appears in his eyes. The One Man Revolution swings the chain over his head, not with just a little effort, and swings it downward…only for TK to lift his injured arm, and catch the chain around his cast!
Edison: Does that man even have any feeling in his arm?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:58:05 GMT -5
Steele recoils with shock at the unexpected move, and now it’s Thunderkiss’s turn to look on with a fearsome glare, as he reels Steele in, hitting him with a headbutt right between the eyes. Steele doesn’t go down, but a second headbutt sends him there, and TK leans back against the apron, pulling himself back up onto the edge of the ring. Steele shakes his head on the ground, running a hand over his forehead to check for a cut, and almost seems relieved not to find any blood, that is, until he looks up. TK, having stood up on the apron, stares down at his opponent, and before Steele can so much as roll out of the way, the Worldbreaker hops off his perch…bringing all 353 pounds down right onto the abdomen of the ACW World Heavyweight champion!
Edison: Awww, DAAAAAANNNGGROOUSSSSSS!
TK stumbles off the “soft” landing, catching his balance against the guard barrier, right in front of Steve Phillips who hits him with a huge knife edge chop. Thunderkiss is knocked back for a moment, but the move only seems to throw him into a complete frenzy, as he turns back around, bringing his left arm down in a giant arc. Phillips tries to back off, but the audience is too close behind, and he can only throw up his arms to block the cast as it crashes down, once, twice, three times, four times, until on the fifth time, Phillips catches a shot right between the eyes. The Senator slumps down against the barrier, and it is instantly clear that a large cut has been opened up from the attacks.
McNally: What a violent attack from Thunderkiss, this is the result of years of hatred and rivalry, with the tension of the ACW title’s fate hanging in the air. These two are oil and water, no matter what the state of the times, their personalities are combustible to the breaking point.
TK pulls himself back into the ring, leaning against the ropes, and shaking out his arm, waiting on his rivals to catch up. Steele is still attempting to catch his breath, while the Senator flops over the barrier, blood streaming down his face, pooling on the crash mats and staining his patriotically colored shorts more towards a crimson hue. Phillips is up first, but Steele doesn’t take much longer, and he’s the closer to the apron, and slowly makes his way up into the ring…when the Senator gets onto the apron next to him, clamping on a rear facelock. The champ tries to fight it off, but Phillips has other ideas, and lifts him straight up on wobbly legs, hoisting Steele into a vertical position on his tenuous standing, before willfully dropping off the apron, catching his opponent onto his shoulders on the way down, delivering a Victory Driver I vertical death valley bomb variant off the apron!
Edison: DAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGROOOOOUUUUUSSSSSSSSS! I can’t believe it! That had to break the champion’s neck! That couldn’t have been for real! No way!
Even Thunderkiss looks a bit astounded at the scene he just witnessed, and Raymond Allen Fleming actually leaves the ring to check on the two fallen foes.
McNally: We just witnessed one amazingly brutal display a few moments ago, Steve Phillips may very well have broken Jake Steele’s neck with that astounding Victory Driver off the apron! I only hope that is not the case.
Neither Steele nor Senator respond much as Fleming ensures their safety, but both are breathing, and both demonstrate enough signs of life that the referee gets back into the ring. Amazingly enough, Jake Steele slaps the floor, and gets to his feet right after RAF gets back in the ring.
McNally: If you didn’t think he was tough already, this proves Jake Steele to be one of the most resilient competitors in ACW…
Steele looks back down at the recovering Senator as he stands on the apron…only to end up in another rear facelock, this one from Thunderkiss, who lifts Steele straight over the top rope and into the ring to deliver the Titanium Implosion swinging inverted brainbuster! TK covers for the pin…
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Edison: Aaayyyaaaaa! Thunderkiss just delivered a Kiss of Death, so to say! That has to be it!
TK drops down for the cover…
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McNally: I think Steele wanted to make a point…as well as show off that new finisher of his. That had to be one of the more painful, and spectacular neckbreaker versions I’ve ever seen!
Now, it’s Steele’s turn to cover for the pin, arrogantly staring at TK as RAF makes his way over…
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Edison: That would be impressive even if he did have two hands! It’s all over here! It’s all over!
TK drops down with a big senton drop, right into the pin…
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