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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 20:34:30 GMT -5
Match Card:
Ivan Boreanaz vs. Alex Trixer ----------------------------------------------------- Dan White vs. Theodore Wellington ----------------------------------------------------- Zachariah Sykes vs. Buddy Ghee ----------------------------------------------------- Jason Freeman vs. "The Soul of Philly" TJ
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 20:42:40 GMT -5
Omega Effect is over, and what a night it was. There has been a two month break, and now it's time to get right back to ACW action! What will the fallout of the biggest pay-per-view of the year be? Let's find out!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 20:44:24 GMT -5
Putting It All In Perspective -TJ *We open the scene in the arena, except, its earlier in the day, evident by the empty seats, partially set up ring, the ACWtron being black and the chatter of the many men and women of ACW that you don’t see every week. We see TJ come sitting in one of the arena seats on the first level. He has his latest T-shirt on, jeans, and white and black Jordans. He has the Entertainment title sitting in his lap and the briefcase containing the Crucible contract on the floor next to him. He is staring out to the arena, watching as the production crew puts everything together. He gets up, grabs his stuff, and walks around to the other side where the camera crew is getting set up.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hey, do you think you can do me a favor?
Camera Dude Yea, what do you need?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Think you can record what I’m about to do and say in the ring.
*The camera man nods and TJ nods back and walks into the ring. He pulls a ladder out from under the ring and he grabs a microphone as he slides the ladder into the ring. He sets the ladder up and grabs his title and briefcase and climbs to the top of the ladder. He sits on the top of the ladder. He throws the title belt over his shoulder and brings the microphone to his mouth.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You ready camera man?
*The camera shakes up and down, answering TJ’s question.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Good, because I have something important to say. About a minute ago, I was sitting in those seats, similar to the seats I sat in prior to Omega Effect, which were similar to the seats I sat in my first week in ACW eight months ago, which were similar to the same ones I sat in before my first match five years ago, which were similar to the seats I sat in when I was 5 where my love of professional wrestling began. It put it all in perspective for me: Had I not sat in those seats 23 years ago, I would not be here. I would not be a two time ACW Entertainment Champion, I would not be the holder of the Crucible Contract. I would not be “The Soul of Philly”, and that’s a giant pill to swallow. I stand in this ring, now when the arena is quiet besides the work of the production crew, which by the way guys, you deserve more credit than you get. But rather than tonight, when the crowd is roaring, cheering for me, because I put everything in perspective for the entire ACW locker room. You see, each and every one of the ACW superstars, myself included, do this for different reasons, may it be for the money, fame, love, nothing better to do, or some other reason. The thing that it comes down to is you against the man across from you. This fact seems to get away from everyone. Everyone is running around saying how they deserve this or deserve that, how the one guy screwed them out of the title. This business has a glass ceiling. Everyone enters this business under the ceiling, no exceptions. And while you may break the glass ceiling in one company, you haven’t in another, so people come in here toting their achievements from another company like it is the key to a World title shot. There have a been few times where I’ve bragged about my past titles. Rarely do I talk about my time in Extreme Championship Federation.
It’s because of the simple fact, ECF is not ACW. What happened in ECF has little to nothing to do with ACW. And the sooner I realized, the sooner I began my way to the glass ceiling. I got there the week before Omega Effect VI. I had a week to stare at the glass ceiling and what stood in my way: 5 men attempting to stop me from winning this.
*TJ brings the briefcase up.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The Scorpion, Ryan Cole, Theodore Wellington, VorteX, and Rattlesnake. These men tried and failed to capture this briefcase. The Scorpion was the man that is unstoppable, yet stopped in his tracks as I grabbed the briefcase. Ryan Cole, the up and coming rookie that was gonna use the Crucible to skyrocket to the top couldn’t sky rocket himself to the top of the ladder. Theodore Wellington, a man that bought his way into everything he has, could not buy himself the Crucible contract. VorteX, a wildcard, was proven to be nothing more than a joker. And Rattlesnake, an ACW legend that was going to use the Crucible as his stairway back to the spotlight, had the Crucible ended being an escalator going the opposite way, but myself, now I planned on using the Crucible to shatter the glass ceiling. I planned on using Omega Effect VI in general as the night that I shattered the ceiling. I won the Crucible and then defeated Laron Xavier to defend my Entertainment Championship. I stand here with the opportunity to be the first ACW superstar EVER to hold both the Entertainment and World Championships. Not only that, but I have a chance to be the fastest to win the World title, if not the fastest since Jake Steele. And hell, if all that happens, I might be the one to finally put Yoko’s streak to rest. But that’s for much later down the road.
Tonight I face Jason Freeman, whose coming off a quite impressive Omega Effect as well, defeating BK London in BK’s retirement match. This basically boils down to a #1 contenders match. Chris had his rematch and lost, so someone new step up. Me or Freeman. “The Soul of Philly” or “The new jewel of Senator Phillip’s eye”. Greatness in its truest form or Arrogance in its ugliest form. But whatever it is, it will come down to me and Freeman in the ring, alone. No Senator, no Cole, no Wellington, no fans, no mercy. Prepare to see greatness.
*TJ stares at the camera as we fade to black.*
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 20:47:19 GMT -5
Segment: Star Gentle Uterus (Credit: Yoko)
In a hotel room near tonight's arena, Yoko's ribs are being taped up by Sarin.
Sarin: The bruising is looking better, I think.
Yoko: Thank you Dr. Sarin.
Sarin: Don't get snappy with me, this your fault.
Yoko: Technically it's Senator's fault.
Sarin: You accepted his challenge. Yeah yeah, Yokoweight title, blah blah.
Silence.
Yoko: ...You're the one being snappy...
Sarin pulls the wrapping tight, causing Yoko to yelp in pain.
Sarin: All done.
Yoko: It's tight.
Sarin: Your ribs need support while they heal. It's a miracle nothing got broken.
Yoko: It's too tight.
Sarin: Sit still, I'll fix it.
She pulls it even tighter.
Yoko: Arrggghhhh.....
Sarin: Better?
Yoko: What is WRONG with you today?
Sarin tosses a ball of crumpled paper at Yoko, who straightens it out.
It's a picture of Rena dressed as skimpy as usual, with the caption, "The Circus Is Back In Town."
Sarin: About ten of these were stapled to my room door when I woke up. They're on yours too, if you'd bothered to go outside today.
Yoko: Huh. I guess the Ringleader is ready to face us. Let's go to her circus, then!
Sarin: Hello, you're still hurting! Unless Rena brings the fight to us, we need to wait.
Yoko: I can handle Rena...
Sarin: Yoko, it's an obvious trap. We need to be at our best, just in case.
Yoko: But-
Sarin pulls Yoko's wrapping tighter still.
Yoko: Yearrgh, at our best, you're right, I agree, you're right!
Sarin smiles and loosens it...Then immediately re-tightens it, causing Yoko to yelp once more.
End Segment.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 20:53:10 GMT -5
ROAD RAGE Credit: Danny Mainer Deep in the pulsating heart of Manhattan laid the foundations of the Oddballs bikergang club house. The Oddball Bikers called a little corner of the Little Italy industrial estate home in the back-alleys amongst various abandoned warehouses and garages formerly owned by moustache twiddling pizza fascists with a tendency to shout Mamamia. The club-house had been established nearly fifteen years ago but because of a lack of funding the place which was formerly a squatters camp was still fairly derelict. However, measures had been taken to revitalize the place and at least now it was fully closed off to the outside and had central heating.
Sat in the conference oom of The Odballs Biker Gang was Danny Mainer our hero, Shane Iguevo known to his peers as “Bolo”, the nameless evil skinhead “Viper”, Odie Jackson and Bolo’s right hand man Ikira Tanaka. All of them had taken their place at a smallish table, all eyes rested on Mainer who last time he’d seen these boys they’d saved him from being physically dissected in the ring at the hands of Chris Phenomenal.[Danny Mainer l The Mercenary]: ”So, you knew I was a wrestler all along?”[Shane “Bolo” Iguevo l The Animal]: “Crikey, of course we knew mate. The fella who used to run this gang was a guy called Biff Taylar and he’s a wrestlin’ promoter. We’d have been retarded not to notice ya mate, you’re pretty bloody famous.” [Danny Mainer l The Ghostrider]: ”Of course, of course. It’s just I didn’t take any of you for wrestling fans.”[Ikira Tanaka l Okinawara Thunder]: “I’m from Japan so it’s a given for me but because Biff left us to go get involved in a somewhat legitimate enterprise the rest of the gang got involved, plus we’re all pretty trashy borderline rednecks in terms of class and manners so it’s natural we like to watch oiled up rednecks beat each other up.” [Odie Jackson l Tropical Breeze]: “Eh mon, don’t drag us all into this. I don’t be enjoyin’ that shit mon.” [Viper l No Questions Asked]: “Of course, I used to be a wrestler myself until I pulled a reverse Biff and got into Biking.” [Danny Mainer l The Ghostrider]: ”Well you did a big favour for me and I trust you expect repayment in due kind?”[Shane “Bolo” Iguevo l The Animal]: “Right you are young Danny, matter of fact we have a tonne of things we need you to do for us as personal favours as well as to induct you into our gang but ultimately what we need help with is prolonging our survival. Lawson’s Lost Boys have been working in close connection with Benny Horrowitz and his .36 gang of angry wannabe gooks on bikes.Disgusting.”[/color] [Ikira Tanaka l Okinawa Thunder]: “Uh, gooks Bolo? Ahem.” [Shane “Bolo” Iguevo l The Animal: “You’re not a gook mate, you’re a tojo. Tojo’s have way more class than Horrowitz and his dirty Phnom Penh rat boys. You’re an Oddball for life, not one of those dirty Asian rat bastards that disgrace the good ones like you Ike.” [Viper l No Questions Asked]: “Exactly and you’re not a nigger either.” [Shane “Bolo” Iguevo l The Animal: “Cool it with the N word Viper, Odie is senior to you in this gang and I for one don’t think he wants to hear you disrespect him like that.” [Odie Jackson l Tropical Breeze]: “I and I not be impressed by ya racial bigotry, bumbacleet.” [Danny Mainer l The Ghostrider]: ”GUYS, can we not have a race war right before my very own eyes?”[Odie Jackson l Tropical Breeze]: “The white boy be right, I and I need not to fight after last week’s rumble mon. Viper you should know better.” [Viper l No Questions Asked]: “Shut up you filth.” [Shane “Bolo” Iguevo l The Animal]: “Viper, COOL it. For God sake mate, don’t make me come over there and hurt you awright? Viper stormed off as did Odie, both men heading in opposite directions bringing this Oddball meeting screeching to a halt as Danny Mainer, Ikira Tanaka and Bolo were left simply just to gawp like maniacs at the scene which had just unfolded. Mainer lit a cigarette and took a long and hard drag of his cancer stick savouring each and every billow of smoke as Bolo started on rolling his own cigarette as the screen faded to black.FADE
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:03:19 GMT -5
(Credit: Ivan Boreanaz) :: The segment opens to show Hawthorne's office just being vacated by a new face to ACW. Kevin Anderson is standing nearby and immediatly heads over to the stranger.Kevin Anderson: Hello, I'm Kev--: Kevin Anderson. I know.Kevin Anderson: And you are?:: The stranger, dressed in a clearly expensive suit and tie, grins at the interviewer.Jeremy Alexander: I am Jeremy Alexander. And I've just secured myself an ACW contract.:: Kevin's eyes widen in shock. He stares at the man in front of him. The man is fairly skinny and, despite hair dye, his eyes betray his age. If this person really intends to step into the ring with the likes of Chris Phenomenal and TJ...Kevin actually fears for his health.Kevin Anderson: And who are you against?Jeremy Alexander: Me?:: The man seems startled. But it isn't long before he figures out what Kevin means and he lets out a laugh. Well, it's more of a cackle really. And a very unpleasant one at that.Jeremy Alexander: No, no. I'm not competing. My client is.Kevin Anderson: And he is?Jeremy Alexander: The 'Belgrade Bruiser'.:: Jeremy waves a hand nonchenantly towards his right where a large hooded figure is seated. Upon being pointed out the man gets to his feet to reveal just how enormous a person he really is. He towers over all around him and steps towards Kevin and Jeremy.Jeremy Alexander: Ivan Boreanaz.:: Jeremy smiles as he notices the fear in Kevin's eyes. It's a fear he's seen before and one that he will soon see in Alex Trixer's eyes too.Jeremy Alexander: The man who is going to be annihilating Alex Trixer and then the whole of the ACW. No one can stop this man by force. Absolutely no one.:: Fade to black
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:04:23 GMT -5
Match 1: Ivan Boreanaz vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: Ivan Boreanaz)
As soon as the bell rang Ivan Boreanaz was on the attack with a devastating lariat. Ivan wasted no time in tossing Alex into the corner and pounding him with his fist until he dropped to the floor and allowed Ivan's facewash to be put in affect. Ivan bent down and delivered more and more hard punches to Alex's face before rolling him over and hitting a Curbstomp. Alex Trixer appears to be limp as Jeremy Alexander looks on with a smile. Ivan lifted Alex up for a bearhug and locked it in, literally squeezing the life out of his opponent. Ivan even through in several headbutts from the position for good measure.
This is when the first chink in Ivan's armour was shown, however, as Alex moved his head out of the way of one headbutt and managed to deliver a series of frantic elbows which forced Ivan to release the hold enough for Alex to drop under and deliver a chinbreaker followed by a lariat and a small package. 1...kick out.
Ivan then spelt the end for Alex with a huge shoulder block followed by the Belgrade Kiss (Front Headlock on the floor followed by Knees to the Head). With Alex Trixer limp Ivan grabs his foe and locks in the Crowbar. Forcing him to tap out.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:10:03 GMT -5
Credit: The scene opens to show none other than the big boss of ACW, Samuel Hawthorne sitting behind the desk of his office. With Warfare going smoothly enough it appears as though he has taken a moment to fill out various bits of paperwork. The joy is quite apparent on his face! He frowns as he attempts to read the pesky small print and signing several pieces. Finishing, he takes a short time to relax, picking up the warm coffee that is placed on a coaster to his right. However, predictably just as he sits back and begins to drift away for a moment there is a load knock on the door. He lets out an expectant groan and calls out. Samuel Hawthorne: Come in! Immediately the heavy wooden door that bears a nameplate with "Samuel Hawthorne" on it swings open, nearly crashing into the adjacent wall. It reveals a man and women stepping into the office to a look from Hawthorne that signifies this was unfortunately a scheduled visit. Samuel Hawthorne: Take a seat, please. The couple take note of Hawthorne gesturing towards the two seats situated in front of his desk. The man immediately sits down, though the woman looks slightly annoyed he didn't pull out her chair for her. Samuel Hawthorne: First of all I'd like to thank you for coming. I can certainly appreciate your punctuality and willingness to drop everything with such a short timeframe. I know it isn't easy putting your affairs in order before going on the road. Man: Cut the short talk, Hawthorne. I came here for a reason, not to have my time wasted by pointless babble. So, what are the details? Samuel Hawthorne: Fine, we'll get right to business as you wish. Hawthorne begrudgingly reaches down to the middle draw of his desk. He pulls out a brown envelope A4 sized and slides it across the top of the desk to the man. The man tears off the slide and pulls out the thick booklet inside. Both he and the woman examine the front page carefully before looking equally shocked and angered. Man: You've got to be kidding, Hawthorne. That's pathetic, nothing compared to what I was on before! Hell, at my peak I earned 10x that amount! Samuel Hawthorne: Nope, I'm completely serious. Times have changed since you were last here. Unlike Mr. Gingerdude I plan on keeping this business viable and profitable-- Man: Blah, blah, blah - I don't give a damn about that, I want what I'm due. Don't you have any idea what I did for this company? Samuel Hawthorne: Oh I can assure you, I know exactly what kind of stuff Mr. Gingerdude used to let you pull. I would also like to tell you none of that will be allowed during my tenure. The man looks slightly sheepish and annoyed that the new boss won't budge. Man: You really can't see what I'm going to do for ACW when I return, do you? Some businessman, you are. I'm not signing this until I get some reassurance that I will be rewarded when I set this place alight, again! Samuel Hawthorne: I was warned you thought highly of yourself, but damn, I guess I underestimated you. I can assure you there are some very handsome performance related bonuses included in the contract. If you are as successful as you proclaim to be I'm sure you'll find it no problem earning something close to your old salary. The man and the woman exchange looks. Man: So what, how the hell are we supposed to live on this pittance in the mean time! Samuel Hawthorne: I'm sure you'll find a way, my sources informed me you were always resourceful enough. Man: Go to hell. Samuel Hawthorne: Thank you. Is there anything else wanted? The man and woman remain silent. Samuel Hawthorne: No? Well, I look forward to welcoming you back to the company. Man: Screw you. Samuel Hawthorne: How delightful. See you soon.. Man: Sooner than you think you dumbass.Samuel Hawthorne: I'm sorry, what was that? Speak up, if you wish! Man: I said goodbye. As the man and woman get to their feet Hawthorne grins at having the first of what will inevitably be many testing "discussions". They leave without turning around and stand outside. Woman: Well, you sure showed him there! Man: Put a sock in it, things are only just beginning - I have more than a few tricks up my sleeve yet. Woman: Good, because if you think I'm supporting you forever you have another thing coming. The man rolls his eyes and they slowly head towards the locker room area. Scene end.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:13:54 GMT -5
(Credit: Ivan Boreanaz)
:: We find ourselves the backstage side of the curtain as Ivan Boreanaz and Jeremy Alexander exit the ringside area following Ivan's match. Ivan has no facial expression whatsoever but Jeremy is clearly delighted. He sees a camera and walks over to it.
Jeremy Alexander: When I said I had a contract earlier. I lied. I was told by Mr. Hawthorne that for the 'excessive' wage demands I was asking for both myself and my client I'd need to prove just how good Ivan really was. What you saw out there...was proof enough. Now send me my contract Hawthorne. Send it now.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:16:11 GMT -5
Segment: Victory (Credit: Freeman)
Finally.
That is the one word that is going through Jason Freeman’s head at the moment. Finally. Omega Effect VI had come, and Freeman finally had managed to get that big victory he had been searching for for years.
Just one year earlier, Jason Freeman had arrived at the Warfare after Omega Effect with nothing but disappointment in his chest. It had been at Omega Effect V he had faced AK in an amazing match, but ultimately ended up defeated. That was supposed to be Freeman’s defining moment and when he lost the match, he lost track of himself. He had been sure that was the night he would ascend to the top of the company, but it was not to be. As confident as he was against BK London, he still had that feeling of defeat in the back of his mind. If he had lost to BK London then how could he ever be taken seriously? For all of Freeman’s scheming, he had never gotten that big win that he needed to prove that he was a dominant force, and FINALLY he had achieved it. It couldn’t feel better.
Of course, Jason Freeman had not stopped here. This was not the end, but the beginning. He had had his Omega Effect moment when he pinned BK London, and now it was time to look forward. He had much more to achieve, and everything was in his favor. He had worked hard over this break, and was ready. For what? Well that was something not to be revealed yet. His group was turning out just as he had expected, and would be put to great use soon. Basically, things were as close to perfect as they had ever been. If any time, this would be the time when everything goes wrong. He had to be sure that everything was executed perfectly, and before long Jason Freeman would be the #1 ACW superstar on the roster.
As he walks into the arena, he sees Kevin Anderson walking towards him, and he makes no efforts to escape. If Anderson wants an interview he’ll give one.
Kevin: Jason Freeman! Last night you had what many are calling the greatest moment of your career when you---
Freeman: When I did exactly as I said I would?
Kevin: Well…er…yeah….I guess.
Freeman: You see, Kevin, I told everybody that I would expose BK London as the mortal man that he was, and I did. Even the likes of my own allies doubted my abilities, claiming that BK London could not be kept down. Well, I said that he could, and I showed the world that at Omega Effect VI. I have nothing further to say on the issue, but would like the fans to remember for a very long time exactly who it was that defeated their hero in his final match ever in an ACW ring.
Kevin: Well, congratulations. And now that that’s done, what are your plans for the future?
If only he knew…Freeman thinks to himself. To be honest, his plans for the future had not exactly been hard to think up. He had realized instantly what he needed to do. Freeman was always good at improvising, and even before Omega Effect he had a feeling on how he was going to go about preparing for the future. There was one thing he knew. It was his time. Now. He had waited for long enough. Soon it was going to mark his four year anniversary with the company, and out of those four years, only two could qualify as worthwhile. It was time for him to stop talking and show some action, and after the momentum he had gained from Omega Effect, he knew there was no better time than now. Finally the time of Jason Freeman had arrived, and let all of ACW weep.
Freeman looks back at Kevin. Kevin can instantly tell from Freeman’s look that he is not about to get a satisfactory answer – not that he expected one. He figured, however, that there was no point in not trying, and at least Freeman was sure to be relatively stable after his victory (and not liable to attack him with a pipe.) Freeman was always most stable when success was on his side.
Freeman: Hmph. Have I ever been one to disclose exactly what my plans were, Kevin? If you ever want to know why I do not like to be interviewed, it’s because of displays of incompetence like that. I am not one to say what I am going to do before I do it. But be assured that of course I have a plan. I always have a plan. I may have made great strides on Saturday but I will not rest until I am at the top of this company, and again, that is all I have to say on the matter. The one thing I will speak about is my match tonight. Tonight I face TJ, and many people have been talking about how impressive TJ’s display was at Omega Effect. Yes, he managed to win two matches in one night, but I was not as impressed as the rest of these fans were. If I have to expose another fraud tonight, I suppose I will do so. I saw he stated earlier that our match tonight might as well be a number 1 contender’s match? Well, perhaps so. I will prove tonight which one of us is more deserving of the world championship. Yes, TJ has strength, but what he lacks is intelligence. Something I have no limit of.
Kevin: Well, we’ll see who wins tonight, but if you won’t tell us your future plans, can you at least tell us whether we’ll see any of them tonight?
Freeman: Interesting question.
A silence.
Kevin: Er…well?
Freeman: I’ve said enough. Go. I’m done here.
And just like that, Freeman continues down the hallway. Just as cryptic as always, Freeman is riding a wave of momentum right now, and if he can utilize it properly, perhaps he will finally achieve what he has wanted to achieve for so long. The crowd is certainly against him, but that doesn’t matter. He has probably gotten himself in contention for the championship after his match at Omega Effect, and now all he has to do is get a title shot.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:17:11 GMT -5
Destiny awaits (Mr. Red)
The crowd is getting restless while waiting for the next segment to occur. They start chanting "ACW" while they wait. Part of the crowd tries to get a wave going but gets booed heavily for its effort. Suddenly the loud speakers blare out the opening to a classic Guns N Roses tune. The crowd goes nuts at the hope of seeing Mr. Red grace them with his presense.
Mr. Red walks out slowly onto the stage with a nice suit on. He looks like business is getting serious. He walks down to the ring. He looks at some fans on the way down but doesn't make an effort to slap hands with anyone like he usually does. He climbs the steps and gets into the ring and calls for a mic.
Mr. Red: I know most of you expect to see the bright and chipper and happy Mr. Red but things are going to change around here. I have been in this business for too long without holding the top prize. It is my turn. This is my time. No more kissing babies, no more slapping your hands, no more catering to the wants and needs of you selfish jackasses anymore.
The crowd begins to boo at this angry looking Mr. Red. He smirks and glares out amongst them as they boo
Mr. Red: Don't like that do you? News flash. It doesn't matter what you want. You can go on the internet and bitch and moan about me all you want. You can go on your little websites and tell the world what you think should happen in my business. But here is how it goes, you don't work for this company. You don't control my destiny. I control my destiny. I control my own path. Right now, I am clearing a path to the ACW World title. You can hop on the Red train and ride along with me if you want. You can stay here at the gate and watch me. It doesn't matter. The only thing that matter is...me... my destiny...my struggle to reach the World title. My path back to the top of this company. I don't care who gets in my way, I don't care who stands before me. If it is one of you idiots, I will kick your ass too. If it is CP, I will beat his ass. If Yoko wants to step in front of me then Yoko gets ran over.
The crowd stands and booes louder at this new side of Red.
Mr. Red: Boo me all you want to, you dicks, but it is time for face facts. Mr. Red has been ACW's little bitch for far too long. I am tired of seeing everyone come and go and win the top prize. I want a piece of the glory. I want to feel the feeling of winning the top belt in this company. I have been here since the beginning and haven't picked up the one thing that solidifies my legacy. My destiny..is...the ACW ....world title.
Mr. Red slams the mic to the mat and slides out of the ring. He walks slowly up the ramp and mouths off to fans at ringside.
Random fan: You will never win the belt, Red.
Red: Kiss my ass, you loser.
Mr. Red stops on the stage and turns to glare out over the crowd. He straightens his tie and then turns to disappear backstage to end the segment.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:20:39 GMT -5
SEED Credit: Danny Mainer With Omega Effect done and gone, just like the finale of all of your favourite TV series it would seem that everything would go back to normal. Peace would be instilled, your favourite characters would return to their usual tricks and all the tension of the last season that had built up to a climax would have been diffused as part of the ultimatum. After that when the second series started, there’d be a slew of characters, some new and some old to bring more dramatic tension and new rivalries and tension and blood would be spilt across our screens as like the proverbial lightning storm that Omega Effect was, it would clear the air giving everyone a fresh start within the company.
Apparently though, this was not the case. In Professional Wrestling, no feud ever really dies down and nobody ever truly changes. The main character of this season of ACW programming is of course Danny Mainer, the world heavyweight champion. The perfect protagonist with a smile on his face and a happy life but now all it would take is poor plumbing to bring spilling out even more hatred from the pro wrestling’s biggest little man. Dressed in nothing but a towel, Danny Mainer stood outside a locker room door carrying a sports bag over his shoulder. He knocked on the door three times and tapped his feet patiently. After a little delay, the door snapped open revealing Charlotte King who jumped out of her skin at the sight of her former lover wearing nothing.[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “Oh my Gosh... uhh...” Charlotte tried to look away but coyly ended up looking at Mainer’s muscular physique and long silky hair, her face going red as a rose on the thorn bush. Already her skin was tingling.[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “Danny uhh... aren’t you... you uhh... getting married tonight? Why’re you here?” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Oh Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte. Don’t be shy. I know I’m a good looking cat but you needn’t get all coy around me. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all befoe. My buns of steel, my abs of titanium and my dynamite areola’s. You’ve had the full tour of Planet Mainer before, it was out of this world wouldn’t ya say?”Mainer pushed Charlotte gently back into the room leaving the door wide open as Mainer invaded her private dressing room. She wasn’t pleased and though turned on, she was more scared by Mainer’s intentions.[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “Danny... I... you’re not...” Danny smirked, Charlotte the interviewer was lost for words. This was a rare sight. Mainer put her arm on Charlotte’s shoulder and stroked her cheek gently.[Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”Charlotte, baby. You’re not getting turned on are you? Your face is going bright red and well... I’ve smelt that familiar musk before.”Charlotte’s knees quivered as Mainer leant in real close to her face their lips merely inches apart.[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “I...” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”No, of course not sweetcheeks. I’m engaged for gods sake woman. You’ve got class, you’re not the kind of girl that’d screw me out of a title match just to have sex with me one more time. Hah. Who am I kidding?”Danny walked around Charlotte and dropped his towel on the floor, his back to the camera as he stood completely naked.[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “What’re you doing?!” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Protagonist]: ”I’m here to use your shower. Mine’s broken and I need to get cleaned up for my wedding tonight. You don’t mind do you? I mean, I need to clean the cuts that your crazed uncle gave me and you’ve seen all these goods before so it shouldn’t be a problem.”[Charlotte King l Microphone Siren]: “Uhhh...” [Danny Mainer l The Perfect Prtoagonist]: “Thanks Charlie. I knew you’d understand. Love youuuuuuu.”And with that Mainer went to scrub his body free of filth to prepare for his wedding as the screen went and faded to black.FADE
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:23:22 GMT -5
Segment: Return of Thiago Back To ACW Returning Soon! (Credit: Thiago Gracie)
Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammadi and Thiago Gracie are both seen standing in a large warehouse area filled with random weapons, punching bags, pig carcasses, and ballistic gel dummies. Some people might recognize this as the set of the television series "Deadliest Warrior" but for the rest of you, let it be said that it's a poorly lit, massive area in which Gracie and his manager stand.
Nigerian Ali: Welcome peoples of the ACW audience! We, Ali Ahmed Mehermohammadi and Thiago Gracie are here to demonstrate the power of the Thiago Gracie armbar for when Thiago Gracie is fully healed!
Thiago walks over to a translucently yellow ballistic gel dummy torso, and slaps on an armbar, pulling back hard enough to rip a seam in the gel between the shoulder and the torso, and eventually a big pop is heard as the approximated forearm bone breaks, creating a compound fracture.
Ali: Look right there, look right there! The arm is broken in two, no, the arm is broken in three pieces! Now, watch as Thiago Gracie demonstrates his armbar on a pig carcass, which is same thickness as human skin and human bone!
Thiago Gracie walks over to a pig carcass hanging from the ceiling, and leaps up with a flying armbar on the pig's left forearm. Gracie pulls back, his head nearly touching the floor, his legs in a merciless scissor hold on the arm and his feet draped over the neck of the pig. The armbar is held for a good ten seconds before Gracie rolls backwards, landing gingerly on his feet.
Ali: Look again, it seems there is mighty straining on pig's arm, if that were man, he would have passed out long ago!
Thiago: I am tired of armbars on things that don't fight. I am almost healthy, but doctor says I no can fight for weeks. I have shown what Thiago Gracie can do less than fully healed, when Thiago is fully healed, Trance Armstrweak will cry like little girl when his weak arm will break in strong way!
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:24:58 GMT -5
Match 2: Dan White vs. Theodore Wellington CP
The Beginning[/u]
The match started with a show of disrespect with Dan offering his hand and Wellington simply batting it away. The two then began circling each other. Dan came in and Theodore looked to end it early looking for a big kick to the head that Dan was barely able to bat away. This however put Dan off balance and Theodore followed through with the kick and ended up connecting with a step up énziguri early in the match. As Dan got to his feet Theodore took him back down with a snap suplex and then floated over the top for an early count of one. Theodore kept control of Dan White with a couple of strikes on the ground before pulling him up to his feet and whipping him into the corner and following it in with a clothesline before taking Dan down once again with a bulldog. Instead of covering him Theodore backed away and waited for him to get to his feet. Once he did he picked up Dan with a fireman’s carry and looked to take him down with a neckbreaker but Dan wriggled out the back side and as Theodore turned around was caught with a round house kick from Dan White. Theodore stumbled back and Dan took advantage taking Theodore Wellington down with the Crackpot Innuendo and a cover for two, taking the momentum that Theodore had early in the match. Dan continued to work on the ribs of Theodore Wellington, whipping him into the ropes and delivering a few tight shoulder blocks right to the gut. Ordered away from the corner Dan backed away and as Theodore stumble out, locked in a full nelson before delivering a full nelson bulldog on Theodore Wellington.
The Middle[/u]
Dan White continued the onslaught as he picked Theodore up and brought him down with a swinging neckbreaker and another two count before finally deciding enough was enough. Dan lifted Theodore to his feet but before he could get him into position Theodore countered the stunt bomb as if he knew it was coming with a reverse sunset flip, coming out through the bottom and popping up to his feet. As Dan tried to get up, Theodore looked to hit him with a charging knee but Dan dodged it as well, knowing what was coming. Theodore was quick to counter Dan’s block though, hitting the ropes and as Dan got up, connecting with a big boot right into his face. Theodore Wellington looked out at the crowd and started his ascent to the top rope, looking to leave some memories for the fans as Dan White rolled over onto his back. Theodore Wellington leaped off the top rope and looked to hit Dan with a moonsault but it was not to be as Dan rolled out of the way at the final second. Theodore writhed on the mat in pain as Dan crawled over and once again covered Theodore hooking the leg but once again coming up short as Theodore kicked out at two.
The End
With the match seemingly in his hands once again Dan White looked to take advantage of an injured Theodore Wellington with a few mudhole stomps right to the ribs before picking him up and whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound Dan White connects with the Millionaire’s Waltz once again taking Theodore Wellington down to the math, and once again for a two count. A little frustrated at the result Dan White runs his hands through his hair before getting to his feet…and promptly back down again as Theodore Wellington rolled him up for the near fall at two and half. Theodore got to his feet slowly at about the same time as Dan White and the two circled each other, their breathing a little shallower than at the beginning of the match as they engaged in a test of strength. Dan White broke the engagement with a kick to the midsection before connecting with a face first DDT and a two half count. Dan White quickly picked up Theodore Wellington ready to end the festivities with the Stunt Bomb, but Theodore used his wealth of experience to block the attempt and immediately went into a front choke on Dan White. Dan tried to fight his way out and appeared to succeed before Theodore Wellington took him down with an STO that looked to end it but Dan managed to roll his shoulder up at the last possible moment to prolong the match. Theodore Wellington got to his feet and waited for Dan, ready to end it with the Money Shot. Dan took an extra long time before he staggered to his feet and then hit the canvas, avoiding the Money Shot. Quickly got to his feet and caught a kick from Theodore. As Theodore came around looking for a Dragon whip Dan flipped the leg he was in position of causing Theodore to do a flip in the air. As Theodore landed Dan grabbed him quickly and before Theodore had time to counter planted him with the stunt bomb for the fall, and tacking another loss onto Wellignton’s surprising losing streak.
The Winner[/u]
By pinfall following a Stuntbomb…Dan White[/u]
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Post by Jason Freeman on Jul 5, 2010 21:26:28 GMT -5
Segment: The Loser Returns Victorious (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, "Hail to the Chief" plays over the PA system, and Senator Steve Phillips walks to the ring, wearing one of his trademark suits, and while his face still shows signs of his monumental struggle with Yoko Satoshi at Omega Effect VI, his expression is as upbeat as an ACW crowd(or C-Span viewer, for that matter) has seen in a long time. Phillips makes his way to the ring, and takes a microphone.
The Senator: Well, well, well, a few weeks later, and by now, I no longer need the neck brace! Sure, my knees protested the entire walk down to the ring, and I think my internal organs have likely been mashed into an unrecognizable clump, but I yet stand before you all here tonight as a new man!
The crowd cheers, appreciating the enthusiasm as much as they are confused by it.
Senator: Yes, I waged a war with one of, nay, the single toughest competitor in Alpha Championship Wrestling's history at Omega Effect, and yes, I was not the one who emerged with a new notch in the win column. But despite the pain, despite the pain, I may very well have been the ultimate winner in that bout. Omega Effect VI was a test for me, a trial by fire to determine if this aged body could yet withstand one more renaissance, and I am here to tell you all tonight that I exceeded my own expectations. For that, I have our chairman to thank, as much as I may dislike his business dealings, he forced me to fight the one person who would not hesitate to give me the best fight she had, to push me beyond my limit, to crush me if I made a mistake, if I hesitated, if I even showed the hint of a weakness. For that, Samuel Hawthorne, I am gracious, even if it was not your intention to do so, you made me remember my competitive roots. I also want to thank "Textbook" Tim Dwight and the crew at American Top Team for their invaluable training and support, without you guys, I would not have lasted a minute. Yoko Satoshi, for aforementioned reasons receives ample thanks as well, as much as I hate repeating myself, I will again say that ACW has seen no finer competitor than Ms. Satoshi, and I have more respect for her than anyone here will ever know.
Phillips adjusts his collar before continuing.
Senator: I have all them to thank for the renegotiated contract which I closed upon mere hours before this show, move aside LeBron James, Chris Bosh, Dwayne Wade, Carlos Boozer, Senator Steve Phillips has signed the deal of the summer, and I shall again rejoin the active roster! Well, perhaps that was a bit of overwrought hyperbole, but hey, you people expect it from me, do you not? In any case, I have been training incredibly hard, as hard as I ever have in my life, and I aim to again remind people a few old lessons about technical fighting, roughnnecked brawling, and the value of a hard knife edge chop, all delivered with a good dose of Reaganesque cheer!
The Senator wipes a drop of sweat off his brow, and continues on.
Senator: Yes, I know, I know, perhaps I have worn out my welcome here tonight by droning on just a bit, but do indulge me, it has been a good long time since I have been honestly able to say that I can be happy to come back and compete just for the sake of competition. I have been reinvigorated, revived, revitalized, renewed, heck, any word with a "re" prefix, and I am likely feeling the sensation right now! ACW, I put you on notice, Senator Steve Phillips, for better or worse, is returning to the active roster, and that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth!
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