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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:15:14 GMT -5
Segment: Watching and Waiting (credit: The Dynasty) The camera fades in after the last segment, to show Jason Freeman and Jonny Hughes standing in front of a wall. Both of them look determined, and they look like they have a lot to say...which is understandable. They are now out of the tag tournament, after reaching the semi-finals, and they have not yet addressed this fact. Freeman speaks first...Freeman: Well, ACW fans, The Dynasty is out of the tag team tournament as of this past Monday. Hughes: While we were defeated, it is worth noting that Freeman...who was pinned, was not actually the legal man… Freeman: Exactly. That match should have still gone on...and of course, we still could have won...but what's done is done. The ref's call is final, so we're out of the tournament, and that's it, right? Freeman looks to Hughes, who replies instantly.Hughes: No. Absolutely not. Freeman nods, and looks back to the camera.Freeman: No chance at all. You see, I understand that this tournament is over for us...and sure, we are not going to be the first ever tag champs after the belts are revived...but...that doesn't mean that we aren't going to become the tag team champions. The tag belts are still here. I don't care who wins at Omega Effect, we're not giving up just because of some stupid referee oversight. Sure, sure, have your tournament match, have fun. No matter who wins, we want you to know that you better be ready for us. Hughes: I couldn’t have put it better myself Jason. You see we chose dynasty for a reason. Dynasty is the name given to those who run the rule over a realm for generations and we found it was the most appropriate name for us given that we are going to reign over the tag team division of ACW. Like the great tag teams of the past we are aiming to be remembered for our dominance and in order for us to remain timeless we needed a name that will stick, a name that reflects our aspirations and that is when we came up with… Hughes pauses for emphasis and motions towards an imaginary plaque in front of him.Hughes:…The Dynasty. Hughes and Freeman both nod and almost identical smirks spread across their faces.Hughes: And The Dynasty has a message for our new tag team champions, whomever you may be. We’ll be watching you, we’ll find your weaknesses and then we’ll strike. Without warning... Freeman: and without mercy. So good luck gentlemen and we’ll be in touch. Hughes and Freeman both chuckle as the camera fades to the new logo for The Dynasty before we finally fade to the next scene.Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:16:26 GMT -5
Segment: Your decision is mine to make (Red)
"Ni Frued Ni Tu Mama" hits the speakers as Mrs. Red makes her way out onto the stage. She walks to the ring with a somewhat unhappy look on her face. She slides into the ring and walks to grab a microphone.
Mrs. Red: I have been asking for the past 2 weeks for just 1 match at Omega Effect. I am now a trained female wrestler and I don't think my husband likes it. He seems petrified that I will dance in his way and take spotlights away from him.
A small "show some boobies" chant starts in the crowd. Mrs. Red shakes her head disapprovingly at them.
Mrs. Red: There is only one man that gets to see these bad boys. But back on subject. There is only one person that I feel comfortable enough with to put on one of the best matches on the biggest stage in Alpha Championship Wrestling. Baby, I know you are listening. Just come out here and accept the challenge already. You cannot hide from me.
She stares up the ramp for a few moments but there is no sign of her husband.
Mrs. Red: Don't tell me that you are scared of me. Don't be a baby, Red. Vaminos, -----
"Reds Fan" finally hits the speakers and Mr. Red comes out onto the stage. He makes his way down to the ring with a mic already in his hand. He crawls in and walks to his lady.
Mr. Red: No. End of story.
Mrs. Red: What you mean, end of story? The match is official. You just need to pop your balls out and accept that already.
Mr. Red glares at his wife for that comment before saying a word.
Mrs. Red: Are you a coward, honey? Are you telling me that you are scared of your own wife?
Mr. Red: Forget it.
Mrs. Red: Forget what? That you said in your vows that you would do anything to make me happy? Right now, I am starting to get a little unhappy with you.
Mr. Red: Are you trying to piss me off? Do you really want to see first hand what I am capable of?
Mrs. Red: So far I see nothing.
Mr. Red: I am out of here. I would advise you to do the same.
Mr. Red drops his mic and turns to leave. His wife will have none of it. She rushes up behind Mr. Red and connects with a double knee backbreaker. Mr. Red drops to the mat as Mrs. Red mounts him. She stares down at him with an evil look in her eyes.
Mr. Red shoves Mrs. Red off with some force but doesn't look comfortable doing it. He walks over and looks at her with some concern as she crawls back to her knees. She uses her husband as leverage to pull herself back to her feet. Mrs. Red pulls herself to her feet and quickly hits a double knee facebreaker. Mr. Red stumbles back a few steps. Mrs. Red quickly connects with an enzuigiri that finally sends her husband to the mat.
She walks over him and stares down at him.
Mrs. Red: Since you are not going to accept the fact that we have a match, I will accept it for you. You don't like it but tough shit. I will see you at Omega Effect, "hubby."
She throws the mic down onto him and leaves the ring. The scene fades out as Mr. Red works his way to his feet and glares up the ramp where is wife is walking away without looking back at him.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:17:06 GMT -5
Segment: Remember Freeman? (Credit: Jason Freeman)
The camera fades in, to show a hallway...one that is right outside of the entrance ramp. Standing in that hallway is one Jason Freeman...who instantly begins his speech.
Freeman: So Jake Steele is back...that's just great. After his life threatening injury...his..."arm" injury...(which I seem to remember starting from his leg, but whatever)...he's back. And since then Ive confronted him twice, and both times, I ended up being assaulted by someone not named Jake Steele. And now I notice he's been running around trying to get Kudo...well...
Freeman sighs and shakes his head...and then puts his head up, looking unblinking into the camera.
Freeman: I think it's time he remembered who he has to deal with, and Im going out there right now to remind him.
Freeman turns, and walks down the hallway...on his way towards the ring, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:18:04 GMT -5
Match 4: Nick Durden and Jake Cheng vs. Scott Andrews and Danny Mainer
This matchup was always going to be a barely-contained maelstrom of rivalry and bad feeling; and with Durden and Andrews’ collision course set, and Mainer and Cheng due to sign up to their own encounter before the end of the show, referee Joey Reynolds has to use every ounce of his authority to keep things from becoming a mass brawl from the outset. As such, Durden and Mainer start proceedings, circling and glancing over each others’ shoulder at their real targets. It’s Durden who gets his eye back on the ball first, and is able to blindside Mainer and knock him to the mat; he follows this up with several fast stomps before Mainer can get up. Now annoyed by both members of the opposition, Mainer rises and comes back fast and furious, driving Durden backward; Durden steers into his own corner while backpedaling, and Cheng takes the opportunity to whack Mainer around the head while Mainer is trying to strike at Durden. Mainer understandably takes offence to this, and the crowd whoops as the warring pair start walloping one another. Reynolds rushes over to try and break it up; Durden smirks as he backs away, but too late catches on to the change in the sound of the crowd as Scott Andrews takes the opportunity to sneak up on him. He grabs Durden from behind and chokes him for as long as he can get away with before the referee turns, and then uses a quick slam on his lightweight foe to add insult to injury before scooting off. Mainer, guessing what has happened, has no problem cashing in on Scott’s work – he slides in for the cover, but Durden breaks out before the 2.
Livid, Durden yells at Scott across the ring; Mainer decides to take the smart option and let Scott take the strain, doubling back to tag to his partner. He and Cheng glare daggers at one another as Scott enters the match officially; Durden’s ire is raised, and for a couple of minutes the pair trade blows and snarky looks pretty much evenly. Durden makes a breakthrough eventually with the “Bullet with a Name” and almost turns the Assassin into the victim of a “hit”; but Scott kicks away at the 2 mark and retaliates with a ferocious assault, culminating in a trio of Reloads (Dragon Screws) and then a single-legged crab. Drawing on his considerable stamina, Nick puts Scott’s will to the test and pulls himself slowly but surely toward his own corner; Jake frowns a little, but seeing Mainer’s contemptuous glare he reaches out and accepts the tag, leaping over the ropes and nailing Scott with a powerful arcing kick before he has even let go of Durden’s leg. The crowd boos, but they are still impressed by the Asian Extraordinaire’s grace and flair as he forces Scott on to the defensive and then progressively knocks those defences down, leading into a forceful rendition of the Last Resort (Sliced Bread #2). The crowd gasps at the strength of the move, and it looks like it could be over – but Scott kicks out just in time and shoves Jake away, noting at the same moment that Mainer is signaling for the switch. Just like Mainer, Scott doesn’t want to risk injury unnecessarily, and takes the opportunity to hand over to his teammate.
With the second feuding pair now in the ring, the seething animosity between Cheng and Mainer comes to a boil, and the crowd gets a taste of what they can expect on Saturday night in New York. Jake definitely seems to have more raw power, and is possibly quicker to boot – but Mainer’s clearly done his homework, using blocking and dodges to significantly dull the potency of his foe’s attacks. Losing patience, Jake jumps up on the second rope and goes for the Second Heartbeat; he adds a twist to the takeoff so that Mainer dodges the wrong way, and the crowd cries out as it connects. Mainer drops, and Jake pins, 1…2…- No! Scott is there just in time to break the pin, much to the crowd’s delight and Jake’s fury. Scott beats a hasty retreat before Reynolds gets too wound up; but as he slides out, he is caught unawares by Durden, who has left his allotted position to sneak-attack his foe. Mainer, pulling himself together, gets up – only to be hit by the Bullet with Butterfly Wings (Phoenix Splash). Jake smirks as he makes a second cover, sure that this time the win is his – but there is no count, and Jake realizes that Reynolds is shouting at Durden and Andrews on the outside. Mainer, meanwhile, stays down – not because he is beaten, but because he is gathering his energy; and as Durden gets back on the apron, Jake starts gesticulating at him angrily. Mainer chooses his moment…
… and jumps up, rushing Jake from behind and dropkicking him so that he flies forward and makes contact with Durden. Taken by surprise, Durden is unprepared to defend himself as Mainer drags him into the ring; Durden, to his credit, mounts a fightback, but the previous damage done is taking its toll. Mainer unleashes a spinning back kick, and then the famed Thundercrash – Durden takes it at full power, and Cheng coldly turns away, refusing to assist his tag partner as Mainer pins for the 1,2,3.
Post match, the warring parties stare one another down before retiring to the back – Mainer and Scott on good terms, Durden and Cheng far less so….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:18:50 GMT -5
Segment: Unreachable (Credit: Sarin)
Bolstered by her success fleeing Japan (and the greasy clutches of the Sallow Man), Yuki storms through security with shoulders back and chin up. Her family resemblance to her sister strikes fear as much as awe in all those who know of the Satoshi clan's considerable might. Now in the confines of the Toronto, Ontario arena, she swishes her head left and right, searching...
Since her mental collapse last Meltdown, Sarin has kept a low profile. Yuki wasn't even quite sure that she would be in the arena until she caught wind of a 'homeless hot chick nicking sushi rolls from the buffet tables.' Sarin loves sushi, Yuki rationalized. She will be here, and Yuki will find her.
Easier said than done. So far, not even Yuki's perfect 20/20s had caught sight of her. It's time to do some more stealthy stuff.
While Yuki ducks under trash bins and dodges rent-a-cops, her thoughts drift to what the Sallow Man had told her. Sarin, as it were, has led quite the interesting life. Her mother was the daughter of a fairly wealthy merchant in Agra, India. Her father, an Irish businessman of considerable wealth and power, took her to bed and left the next morning.
Sarin's mother had the foresight to nick his identity card while he snoozed on the sweat of her breast. Ostracized by her family for having sex out of wedlock, the pregnant mother birthed Sarin in a temple of Allah, naming her Arjumand. Though she contacted Sarin's father and fought for child support, the pittances he sent barely fed both mother and daughter.
One day, Sarin's mother found a lump on her breast. She knew it was only a matter of time before...she would make sure Arjumand wouldn't have a prostitute's life. Using all the money she had meticulously saved, she purchased a plane ticket for the young girl and instructed her to meet her father in Ireland. She died shortly after in a street gutter.
When Arjumand arrived on Shane Rossi's doorstep, he begrudgingly took her into his mansion. The Rossi household ordered food twice the cost of a hospital visit in India. Beneath her modest saris, Sarin seethed with resentment. As far as she was concerned, her mother's death was on his hands. And she would make him pay.
She drilled herself in Aikido martial arts every day. Her body became sharp, almost lethal. For the longest time, she ran on pure hatred for her father and an intense desire to see him suffer.
Her chance came when, ironically enough, he was diagnosed with breast cancer. Though karma had smiled down on her at last, Sarin longed to inflict the final damaging blow for herself. She was not content to let a disease get all the glory of the kill.
She smothered her father with his hospital pillow. Not wanting to hang around to get caught by the authorities, Sarin fled the country and worked toward becoming a professional wrestler, where she would later fall in love with and then leave Yoko Satoshi.
Since childbirth, Sarin has been driven by guilt. She blamed herself for her mother's fall from grace; she blamed herself for her mother's death; she killed her father; she left the one person who would truly ever love her. The weight of all that guilt pressed down on her until...she snapped.
The Blue Sun organization had kidnapped her and attempted a lobotomy. But Sarin broke through the neural inhibitors tying her down and escaped. The experience left her in a state of deep psychosis. With her telepathic ability coupled with a deadly madness, Sarin is a bonafide threat to just about anyone she encounters.
Yuki shudders. She isn't quite sure how to save Sarin's crumbling psyche, but she sure as hell won't stand by and watch her best friend destroy herself.
A scream pierces Yuki's contemplations. She whirls around. There's Sarin, towering over a fan with a backstage pass and uncanny resemblance to the World Champion herself. Sarin mounts her, raining down blow after blow, punch after punch.
Sarin: You ugly, ugly bitch! You're worthless! I hate you!
Yuki dashes toward Sarin and grabs her punching arm, trying to pull her off the sobbing fan. She successfully diverts Sarin's attention off the poor woman and redirects on...herself.
Sarin: You.
Yuki: Sarin, listen to me...you need to stop what you're doing. Nobody blames you for your mother's death--
Sarin: Oh dear...
She backhands Yuki into a trash bin, hard enough to split her lip.
Sarin: That really was the wrong thing to say.
In her psychotic state, Sarin's strength has increased tenfold. Almost knocked unconscious, Yuki barely manages to scramble to her feet.
Yuki: Please...Sarin...
Sarin: Please? Please what? You're pathetic, Yuki. Did you fly all the way here just to beg?
She slaps her again, a brutal, punishing smack that leaves a cruel welt on Yuki's cheek.
Sarin: You can beg better than that. But don't bother. You're not better than me; you're not going to save me. No one can save me!
A knee flies into Sarin's jaw, knocking her off her feet and onto the floor. The owner, a young woman with a striking resemblance to Yuki Satoshi, surveys the scene with something of a grimace. Yuki's eyes water with relief. Saved.
Yoko Satoshi: I'd like to test that theory.
Lying winded on the floor, Sarin prefers to let the theory-testing start at a later date. She dashes away. Yoko and Yuki know better than to try to catch up to Sarin on foot. Yoko helps her younger sister up and wipes away a trickle of blood from her lip.
Yoko: Are you okay?
Yuki: I'm fine. It's her you should be worried about, not me.
Yoko: I know. But...
She looks on as Sarin hops a fence and keeps running off into the distant sun.
Yoko: ...I don't know what to do...
Yuki squeezes her sister's hand. The Satoshis remain interlocked for a few more minutes before heading back inside.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:20:13 GMT -5
Segment: Facing Freedom (Credit: Jake Steele)
Following the antics portrayed earlier by IP, the camera fades in to the inside of Chairman Gingerdude's office. Where Jake Steele has made his way into. Steele sits down in a chair, as Gingerdude looks at him from across the table in disdain. Steele clears his throat, and Gingerdude continues his glare before opening his mouth, yet nothing comes out. Gingerdude takes a breath, relaxes back in his chair, and looks at Steele.
Gingerdude: Steele, I'll put it like this... over this entire month. I've been dragged into your petty, and childish bullshit, and honestly I'm getting sick of it. The fake injury, the illegal victories, the attacks on Jason Freeman, and now you're attempts at injuring Kudo Yasuda before you're big match at Omega Effect. Quite frankly, it's gonna go like this. Tonight, despite the fact that you or Freeman have both had matches, and have gotten "involved" in some way or form during those matches, I am going to let you two duke it out tonight.
Steele: Hold up, you makin' me face dude tonight?
Gingerdude: No. But I am telling you that Freeman has called you out, and he wants to brawl with you tonight. I'll put it like this, Reprobate and Sinister Minister are BANNED from ringside, and if they get in between you two expressing your "thoughts", I will suspend you after Omega Effect.
Steele: What!?
Gingerdude: You heard me. Now get your ass out there, you got a angry son of a bitch who wants your blood.
Steele stands up from his position in the seat and walks out out of the Chairman's office. He closes the door behind him and stops, with a twisted smile on his face... He snickers to himself and continues walking out to meet Freeman as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:20:37 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 23: The Beginning Of The End (Credit: Scott Andrews) The scene opens to reveal Scott Andrews walking down the backstage corridor. It is unsure of where he is headed until he reaches a door with the sign “Gingerdude” written on a plaque. He knocks.Gingerdude: Come in. Scott opens the door and walks into the office.Gingerdude: Ah, Scott, what a pleasant surprise. Scott: I didn’t come here for a chat, Ginger. I’m here to request a match at Omega Effect. The crowd pop loudly.Gingerdude: The card is very full, Scott, I’m not sure we can fit you in - - - Scott:[/color] I can bring you ratings! I want Durden one on one! Somewhere he can’t escape from me and the monster inside of me! Ginger ponders for a moment before it seems a light goes off in his head.Gingerdude: You’ve given me an idea. Let’s look at your situation. You were trapped in an emotional state of not being able to control your anger; and now you’re trying to get out of it. Everything you did failed because of your inability to harness it and use it to your advantage. Well...the match I’ve come up with will be an IRON FORTRESS MATCH! The crowd have no idea what this match is but it sounds pretty awesome and so they cheer and clap.Scott:[/color] What the hell is that? Gingerdude: Picture this...A cage surrounds the ring, and on the outside of that is a cell. On two opposite sides of the cage the walls are strapped with barbed wire – on the other two sides are chain link ladders connecting the top rope to the top of the cage. On the outside and under the ring are various weapons to use at your disposal. The aim is to pin your opponent in any way or make them tap out, only catch is...there is no escape. You are going to have to harness your anger if you want to get out of this match alive Mr. Andrews, because every mistake you make, Nick Durden will capitalise. This will be a true test for you Scott; good luck. Scott: Thank you, Ginge. At last a stage I can prove myself on, and show why you don’t mess with an Assassin. Scott walks out with a devious smile on his face as Ginger grins at his clever business strategy. It may well be a hellacious battle of two of ACW’s best at Omega Effect; No Running – No Escape – Face Your Fears...IRON FORTRESS MATCH: SCOTT ANDREWS VS. NICK DURDEN OMEGA EFFECT 4 Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:21:08 GMT -5
Contract Signing: … WITH A TWIST Danny Mainer and Jake Cheng When we return from commercial break we’re shown the ring which is set up with a big red carpet and a simple wooden table with a black cover on it. Standing in the centre of the ring is Chairman Gingerdude with a huge smile on his face. On either side of the wooden table is a steel chair folded out so people can sit on them. Gingerdude is dressed up in a nice burgundy suit with his long, ginger hair combed back for tonight. The Toronto fans cheer themselves hoarse for the pimpin’ ACW billionaire. He smiles as he raises an ACW microphone to his lips. McNally: Welcome back ladies and gents you’re joining us here for the contract signing of Jake Cheng VS Danny Mainer for their Omega Effect IV encounter.Gingerdude: Ladies and Gentlemen, over the past 2 months we have seen the rivalry between Jake Cheng…The crowd boo loudly for The Chinese Phenom and the very mention of him. Gingerdude remains calm though despite this minor interruption. Gingerdude: And our International Champion Danny Mainer…Thunderous cheers echo throughout the building as people start stamping the floor in unison. Gingerdude smiles and chuckles lightly at the second interruption. Gingerdude: Reach intense heights over the past few months. Now, this Saturday after much anticipation The Chinese Phenom will meet The State of the Art in a best of 3 falls match! This match is sure to be a VERY close contender for show-stealer and with the International Championship on the line and these two fearless, breathtaking, high-flying warriors entering the ring one is sure to be entertained. Now, I have set up the ring here to make sure that everything goes smoothly at Omega Effect. Jake Cheng, Danny Mainer, I want you BOTH out here now.Suddenly there’s a sound of rapid light guitar strumming signaling the first few seconds of “Second to None” by Styles of Beyond begins to play. Jake Cheng walks out torrential booing from the audience. He walks out all serious in a open-collared white silk shirt, black suit pants and a black blazer making a B-line straight for the ring. Jake upon arrival hops up onto the apron and climbs through the middle rope. McNally: Nice reaction from the crowd here for Jake...Edison: Yeah, these Toronto fans love him!Gingerdude: Welcome Jake! Glad to see you made it.Jake: Thanks. So I’m here, what you want? Gingerdude pulls out a clipboard from behind his back with an Omega Effect banner at the top of his piece of paper as well as all the fine print. It’s a 3 page document but Jake knows everything he needs to know. Jake: Sign it? That’s it? Alright. McNally: Well that was relatively straight forward.Gingerdude points to a chair and Jake takes a seat on it as Gingerdude remains in position standing. Jake is sat in the chair facing the ring. Gingerdude: Where’s Danny, Jake? I haven’t seen him all-A bassline cuts through the audience at a slow pace. A contorted voice can be heard from the speakers. Voice: SCRAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTCCCHHHHHHH… PEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRVEEEEEEEERTTTSSSS…Then the beginning of UNKLE’s remix of No One Knows by Queens of the Stone Age hits at a sped up pace. The lyrics kick in and the crowd give a standing ovation to The International Champion. We get some rules to follows… That and this… These and those… No One Knows! A figure in a black cloak walks slowly out of the curtain, the mass of the cloak covering the body of the wearer in its entirety as well as a heavy hanging black hood. The cuffs on the sleeves hang well over the hands and you can tell it’s a few sizes too big. He stops at the top of the stage clasping his hands together in prayer and after a few seconds he pushes his boot out through a gap in the robe, he throws his hood down pulling open his cloak revealing the International Championship wrapped around his waist and a smiling Danny Mainer parades down the ramp. He spreads his arms pushing his hips forward to show off the International Title. He then drapes the cloak round himself again and starts to walk down to the ring wrapping the cloak around himself. Danny then hops onto the apron and climbs in through the middle ropes cloak and all and he takes his seat opposite Jake. He looks up at Gingerdude with a beaming grin and as the music starts to die down the cheers become more intense. Cockily, Danny puts his feet up on the desk, his boots popping out of the bottom of his big robes. He slides his head back and forward waiting for something to happen. Before anyone can be deafened by the cheering for The State of the Art. McNally: WHAT an ovation for The State! He really is respected by the fans.Edison: Fans all over love Danny Mainer!Gingerdude: Now, Mr. Mainer, Mr. Cheng, you’ve both seen this contract. Would you please to sign it? Gingerdude places the contract in front of Cheng and hands him a pen. Jake takes the pen to paper and puts his signature over not for a second taking his eyes off of Mainer. He then slides the contract over to the other side of the table to him. Danny takes the pain and twirls it in his fingers. He picks up the contract skimming it, proof-reading. Danny: This is a contract to signify blahblahblah we are not responsible for damages… Jake Cheng is granted the International Title match at Omega Effect yadda yadda. Great, I’ll do that.A ripple of cheering comes from the crowd. Edison: The crowd are really looking forward to this encounter huh?McNally: I'll say, it's one of the most hyped matches on the card.Danny takes the pen and scribbles his signature on while simultaneously putting his boots down to place the clipboard on the desk. After a few seconds the signature is done and the match is officially set and legally binding for Omega Effect IV. Gingerdude: Now, with that out the way. Jake, do you have anything you want to say to Danny before Omega Effect? Jake: Yes, yes I do. I hope you enjoy having a girlfriend in Caitlynn Dufraisne. Because after Omega Effect, I’ll embarrass you so badly she’ll never be want to seen with you again. Jake goes incredibly smug with his line. He folds his arm and smiles and Danny at the speed of light has a comeback. Danny: I actually, after Omega Effect is over, be going to the post-match party STILL carrying the International Title and I’ll be waking up the next morning to a nice, pretty girl as opposed to the 2-armed equivalent of Sheeva from Mortal Kombat. But nice empty threats.Danny and Jake swap places, Danny is smug and Jake has the comeback. Jake: Mainer, your girl wishes she was Sheeva. The more cocks she can be in contact with, the better. Gingerdude: ENOUGH of these childish games. Shake hands and we can be out of here.The two with some reluctance shake hands over the contract, Danny with his free hand pushes the contract towards Gingerdude who starts to inspect it. Danny and Jake stand up holding onto the hand-shake with the camera showing them staring into each others eyes as the screen turns to black. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:21:28 GMT -5
Segment: Why’s it so dark in here? *OTA* (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Darkness.
It scares kids at a young age and it can confuse the shit out of older adults if they don’t know what’s going on.
Right now, Jonny finds himself stuck in a constricting dark bumpy space. He is looking around for something to indicate where he is. He hears something off in the distance and stops and listens.
??: Sunshine lollipops, rainbows and everything that’s wonderful is what I feel when we're together...
Jonny: …RUSSO! That means….BK! I should of known he’d plan something like this.
Jonny comes to the realization that he must be in his own trunk of his car and knowing his own car, he knows that it has built in escape hatch, just for these situations.
He pulls the latch under the matting which makes the trunk fly open. Luckily Russo was driving slowly enough and Jonny takes a dive outside down to the road and rolls a little bit as Russo goes around a turn and the trunk shuts behind him.
Jonny stands up and dusts himself off, luckily for him again, there were no cars nearby and he walks to the corner of the street he looks up at the street signs and sees King Street and Bay Street. He begins to think to himself…
Jonny: King and Bay…King and Bay…That means that I am still pretty close to the arena.
Jonny waves down a cab and tells the cabbie to head back to the Roger's Centre. Squealing of the tires are heard and the cab zooms away.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:21:55 GMT -5
Segment: Payback Is Never Free (Freeman/Steele)
As the camera fades in, “Ugly” by The Exies is fading out on the speakers, and Jason Freeman is already in the ring, looking angry, pacing around with a microphone. As the music stops, he intensely begins to speak.
Freeman: STEELE! I know you seem to be distracted right now with Kudo, but I want you to remember something, and that’s that I am the man who you are facing at Omega Effect! Not Kudo! And, I am also the man that you have to worry about right now! You start by faking an injury, and then you come back, and Im sure you think you’re big because you managed to get me beaten down on two separate occasions, but both times I was assaulted by one of your new little friends, and I think that right now I want to talk to you! And just you! If you’re man enough to actually deal with somebody yourself-...
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
CAKE!
... I need da' cake nigga ...
"Cake " by Lloyd Banks plays throughout the sound system, as Jake Steele steps out from behind the backstage curtain, with a microphone in his hand and both members of International Incident strolling behind him. Steele has a smile on his face after just leaving Chairman Gingerdude's office, and he yet again has Jason Freeman "trapped". Freeman looks on pissed by the disagreement, and speaks out.
Freeman: Steele, I believe I said I wanted you alone.
Steele: Freeman, Freeman, Freeman. After dealin' with me this long, you should know I never do something, with a back up plan. Pride and Blaze... that's the backup, now we gonna just come down to dat' ring, and let you in what I plan ta' do.
Freeman: Oh, here we go again. Well, fine…fine, you can all come in the ring…let’s have a party!
Freeman gets into a fighting stance, as Steele and the International Incident continue to walk down the ramp slowly, yet Freeman doesn’t budge…Steele smirks.
Steele: You don’t know what you're really getting into, do ya'?. If you don’t make it to our match, don't say I never warned you.
Freeman doesn’t budge, and he remains in the ring…when…all of a sudden, the fans erupt…as “Poison” hits the speakers! Steele’s eyes widen, and he quickly turns and faces the ramp….and out comes Kudo Yasuda, but he’s not coming unarmed. He is holding a steel chair! The International Incident seem momentarily confused, not knowing exactly who to attack, but Kudo is coming towards them, so they all turn and run to destroy him…
Crack, down goes Pride…and Blaze, seeing Pride smashed over the head with a steel chair, freezes up for a second. This causes his downfall, as crack, Kudo hits him with the chair as well, and down he goes, leaving Steele unprotected. He looks back and forth…surrounded….with Freeman in the ring and Kudo up the ramp…he has nowhere to run, and knows that either way he has one of his enemies in his way…and both of them want to get their hands on him…but Kudo has a chair, so he runs into the ring, and tries to attack Freeman, as Freeman lets punches fly, as does Steele. The two of them trade blows, as Kudo watches from the outside…
Wham, wham, wham, Freeman punches Steele in the face, backing him into the turnbuckle, and letting the punches fly…the crowd erupts, as Steele gets pummeled, but Steele, in desperation, manages to reach up and poke Freeman in the eye…the crowd boos, as Freeman backs up, and Steele points to his knee, and points to Kudo, as he then rushes forward, and tries to hit the Right Up In Yo Face, but Freeman dodges, and Steele sails past, Freeman grabs him from behind, and locks him in a sleeper hold, before hitting the Middle of Nowhere in the middle of the ring, laying Steele out cold, as the crowd pops…Freeman picks up the microphone.
Freeman: Well, Steele, I hope you enjoyed that, because that’s what you’re going to get at Omega Effect, and…
He points to the fallen bodies of Pride and Blaze
Freeman: And if they try anything, I think they’re going to get the same treatment THEY just got, courtesy of Kudo Yasuda. So Steele…heh…you better be prepared to do this one by yourself…
“Ugly” hits the speakers, as the crowd pops, and Freeman exits the ring, nodding to Kudo, as he walks up the ramp…and Steele begins to stir…possibly realizing that he may have a harder job on Saturday then he thought he did…but whatever will happen…we will be finding out shortly. Six more days until Omega Effect.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:23:20 GMT -5
“Autograph Session” Credit: Thunderkiss [Deep within the bowels of the arena, the sound of squeaky wheels echo throughout the corridors. While this may seem status quo for a show that requires heavy equipment, this set of wheels is anything but ordinary and as we take a glimpse of it’s driver and its contents, we understand why ... ] Thunderkiss: You know girls, I am sorry about this, I truly am. Kevin Anderson *interrupting*: Thunderkiss?! Is that you?! [glow=red,2,300]“Who is this twit?”[/glow] Thunderkiss: Just some insignificant little prick. Don't worry, I'll take care of this. Kevin: What? Are you talking to me? Thunderkiss: I am now. I hope you don’t want one of those annoying interviews, as you can see, I am quite busy. [Kevin looks down and sees five small Japanese school girls in bondage stacked neatly in a pile on top of one another, all laying on the roller’s flatbed. In absolute terror, he backs up as quickly as he can until a concrete wall impedes his path.] Thunderkiss: As you can see, It’s going to be one HELL of a party later! I’d invite you Kevin, but I don’t think you could handle it! Kevin Anderson: *Gulp* I-I guess not. Well, if you are busy, no need to bother then you then! Heh. Bye! [Kevin turns and runs as fast as he ever has in his life. With "The Internet" now gone it is back to business for Kiss, or so it seemed. Unfortunately, one annoyance have given way to another ... ] Fan: Hey, Aiden! Can I get your autograph? Thunderkiss: Sure! Fan: How’s Anna doing? ~!~WHAM~!~ [glow=red,2,300]“Bullseye!” [/glow] [Thunderkiss takes the man’s pen and rams it straight into his forehead. Red blood mixed with black ink streams down his face and there is not a pair of ears in the entire arena that does not hear his anguish.] Thunderkiss: She’s doing just fine! Say, you should really see a doctor about that! Fan: OH MY GOD! SOMEONE HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! Thunderkiss *cuffing his hands to his mouth*: Paging Doctor Gibson! PAGING DOCTOR GIBSON! HEhahahahHAAHA! [Still amused, TK takes his index finger and rubs it across the man’s wound. On the wall behind him, he begins to scribe his name in bloody ink until all eleven letters are completed.] Thunderkiss: There! Do you have a camera? We can take a picture together if you like. Let’s make it a Kodak moment! Fan: Please.... leave me alone.Thunderkiss: Fine, suit yourself! Fans today, they expect you to just put your life on hold for them! [Acting as if nothing out of the ordinary just occurred, TK places both hands upon the roller and begins to push it once more. With each step, an elevator to the top tier of the arena draws nearer and nearer.] Thunderkiss: So anyway, as I was saying girls, this should all be over soon. We can all go out for ice cream afterwards! Do you like ice cream? I sure do! I just love strawberry! Can’t get enough of it! Nopenopenope. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:24:45 GMT -5
Segment: Razor's Edge (Credit: Dan, Senator)
The segment opens up in the medical room, where Senator Steve Phillips is awaiting perhaps the final opinion before his crunch match at Omega Effect IV. For the best three years, he’s given his all at that event, providing some of the greatest matches in ACW’s history. But the odds suggest differently, as his foot injury still clearly shows signs of still aggravating him, with his cane visible. The door opens up, but Senator is surprised not to see Dr. Gibson, but instead another familiar face. He’s not amused, but not particularly nervous either.
Senator: Oh please, this is getting ludicrous. Does it not seem so petty to you that you must attempt to take me down when I appear most vulnerable?
The camera doesn’t pan over to the other person, but Senator’s words suggest it’s obvious who the character is.
Senator: You are such an idiotic little imbecile. I demand you to answer the question as to why you have decided to make your appearence at this point.
The character is silent, with the camera permanently fixed on Senator.
Senator: …Well?
The camera pans to the other character, and it is indeed Dan, or what appears to be Dan. Instead though, he’s wearing that odd black straight jacket, with a number of buckles attached to the jacket. Dan’s turned away from Senator, but turns around, speaking in a soft, but menacing tone.
Dan: You know that at Omega Effect, my complete satisfaction shall be complete…
It quickly becomes apparent that this isn’t Dan in his usual form, but rather “Black & White”. His eyes are catlike, yellow with a narrow pupil. It almost looks like he has fangs, or at least somewhat sharpened teeth.
Black & White: Don’t you dare think for a second Senator, that I am just in this to play some sadistic little game with you. I am here for a reason. I singled you out for a reason. I broke your ankle for a reason.
Senator doesn’t look impressed, or spooked, instead shrugging his shoulders.
Senator: Well….what are you here for?
Black & White: I’m here to take you out. You realise what you have done during your stay here? You have kept the greatest talents of ACW away from the Main Event spotlight. You’re 40 years old, you’ve done at all already, and yet despite going on a Retirement Tour back in 2006, you still insisted on returning and becoming a hassle for all of us that wanted to break that glass ceiling.
Senator shakes his head at the statement, clearly disgusted.
Senator: You really think I did all of this to keep the youngsters down? Gingerdude was right; you really are the most blindly ignorant person in this fed! The only reason you are taking this strange, ill-informed, moronic, and just plain weird stance of yours is because you had your chance at the top, and what happened? You failed. I am talking about Emperor of the Ring 2006, Samhain 2006, Fallen Heroes last month…
B&W pauses, and almost demon-like, his arm stretches out and grabs a scalpel. Senator doesn’t move. He remains calm, but is cautious to see what this is leading to. With a flash, Dan holds the scalpel up against Senator’s neck, and Senator scoffs, pushing his arm away.
Senator: Please, you really think you can scare me with mind games and trickery? You would never have the guts to do such a thing! If it would not be because of ending a life, you are forgetting that I am Steve Phillips, United States Senator! I would have you locked up and fried before you could even say “Omega Effect”...or "Nuclear Option," for that matter.
B&W drops the scalpel.
Black & White: So be it, Mr. Phillips. But you have to realise that this anger between us, this grudge between us has turned into something more powerful than what Dan White could have handled. You’re walking in my turf now, and I don’t take lightly to trespassers.
Senator: So you are going to “stand in” for Dan? It matters not, however, I will do everything I can to make it to Omega Effect, I will do everything possible to take the fight to you, and to gain my retribution for everything that your mindless attacks have stolen from me! Trust me, whether I have to limp there, crawl there, or even take a wheelchair, I will make it to the ring! The only problem is that I would much rather see the Dan White who broke my ankle in that football match, not some alternate twisted personality that has stemmed from the back of his mind! It is irritating enough to deal with an ally in this state, let alone, a pest like you!
Black & White’s eyes rolls back into his head, and roll back out.
Black & White: Like I said, Mr. Phillips, you’ve taken this further than you could have possibly imagined. By turning up at Omega Effect you are showing disrespect to Dan, and that is not something I can tolerate. Nobody disrespects my master’s body like that.
Senator: …did you just say "master’s bod-"
B&W interrupts.
Black & White: I’ll see you at Omega Effect, if you have the balls to show up.
B&W smirks, disappearing through the door, leaving Senator Phillips more than confused than anything else. What did he mean by “His master’s body”? And has this really gone too far for Dan to handle? Either way, it’s in Senator’s hands whether he manages to successfully turn up at Omega Effect or not.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:25:24 GMT -5
Segment: Fatal Odyssey (Credit: FSX)
Spanning nearly six months full of training, and over a decade of dreaming...there is a mission that may just be coming to a pre-emptive end after all. Though many would of initially expected that Fallen would of overcame the conspiracy that appeared around him, and simply ignored the nervous whispers that filled the hallways of the arena this evening, something still didn't feel quite right to him at the moment. He was struggling with all his effort against thoughts that simply wouldn't disappear from his mind, and he wasn't quite sure just how much longer he could keep on doing this. Despite the fact that he may never be able to honestly admit it, Fallen had come to a state of physical and mental exhaustion at this point in his journey. Constantly evading certain doom to reach forth another moment, overcoming any odd that may stand in his way to earn his chance at greatness....it was destroying him internally. With the newfound details that many in the back were questioning who would replace him...well..it was really too much to bear. Even with seconds ticking down at this point, and knowledge the Omega Effect is all that is left, Fallen wasn't sure anymore if he had what it took to deal with all of this. If he deserved to battle Sarin...if laying it all on the line would be worth it.
FSX: Maybe it's for the best that I just give up now after all...after all, there isn't any harm in that. I can't hurt anyone from surrendering now, and no one else will be hurt by it. Besides, that's what people want anyway. They don't want to see me in the Main Event, and they want someone more fitting to take my place...and I only want what's best for the many, not just myself.
Running over options and the like in his mind once again, Fallen had returned to his previous drama since he was last seen. There were still doubts looming in his mind, and the thought that a majority believed he shouldn't be a part of the Main Event was a troubling fact for him to swallow. If it was true he wasn't sure if he could deal with it, and many had state that it was...
FSX: Then again...I've already come this far, and at this point there really isn't anyone else ready to fight for such a prize...is there? I guess there might be, but it sure doesn't seem like it lately...Who am I to listen to what I've heard so far, anyway? It's not like Mel Gibson is the most reliable source for information about ACW....what the hell was he even doing around here?! If someone is getting therapy from the man they'll end up worse off in a heartbeat.
Smirking for a moment to himself, he would begin a brisk jog through the backstage area as he continued to ponder and run over information with himself, perhaps feeling a good bit better to still be able to get in a jab at someone not worthy of his respect when the opportunity arose, though it was hardly something of necessity. No matter if he liked it or not he had to focus now, and come to a conclusion on all of this. There was little time left, after all...one had to be made very soon.
FSX: None of that really matters, though. I need to make a decision, and I need to make it tonight. There isn't much time left until Omega Effect is upon us, and I can't leave it up until the night of the show to decide whether or not it's for the best that I compete. I have to decide now, and there really isn't much a question about that. If only I knew the answer...if only someone would tell me what I should do. If some honest and reliable source would inform me what was for the best!! But where am I going to find someone like that?
Perhaps it could be considered luck that such an individual was waiting in the shadows, but that would be a hasty consideration. You'd have to find the Chairman of the company to be quite honest and reliable for that to be the case, and very few seemed to at this point and time. Regardless of this he didn't waste a single moment to rush up to Fallen and give his opinion on the matter, grinning from ear to ear all the while. He knew he had him where he wanted, and this was the time to close it all out!
Ginger: If anyone fits the bill it's me, right? After all, I'm probably the most reliable source in this company!
FSX: Well, I suppose that much is true...but you kind of have a bias against me, Ginger. After all, your the one that's been trying to make me drop out of this match the entire time..I've yet to have anyone else tell me I should.
As Fallen slowly came to a stop from his jog, he would look to Ginger for a moment without a real set expression, not sure just how to feel about to appearance of the Chairman just yet. He was well aware of just why the man had appeared, though he wasn't quite sure just how he was going to swing words just yet. There was a chance that he could still be persuaded to leave the match, after all...there were good points supporting that argument now.
Ginger: That's only because they haven't said so to your face, but there really isn't any doubt that they don't want you to be a part of the match. They know that you don't deserve the opportunity, and you've prove it the entire month. This Omega Effect will go down in infamy for having the least desirable Main Event of all time, and I wouldn't doubt if you asked most people they wouldn't even know what it is. Your a disgrace, and you've already tarnished the company enough!
Waiting a moment to hear some kind of witty and ridiculous comeback from Fallen, Ginger would seem just a bit taken back that his first point had hit a cord with the number one contender, FSX seeming a bit distraught as he heard this. Could it all be true? There had been several rumors that many were really disappointed with the hype put toward the Main Event of Omega Effect this year, but was it all because Fallen was a part of it? Maybe...
FSX: ...I hate to admit how true that is, but it isn't my fault! Honestly, it isn't! I've worked so hard to do everything I can for this company, and I've trained so hard over the past month to defeat Sarin...I've exhausted my body and mind to the point of near death, and I couldn't be happier about doing so. I must deserve my place in the match by now...right?
Ginger: You couldn't possibly be more wrong. I don't think that there is a single man in the locker room who would tell you otherwise, and that's a fact. Face it, Fallen...you should just do what I told you too a few months ago and relegate yourself back to the lower midcard. Enjoy your life on the payroll, and deal with the obscurity. That's better then going to Omega Effect and being humiliated, isn't it?
Feeling that he had just delivered a final blow to this situation with something else that could easily be seen as nothing but fact, Ginger couldn't resist but do a victory fist pump before Fallen was able to reply, smiling devilishly as he turned away for a moment. Seeing this, Fallen wasn't quite sure how to react. Had he already been beaten? Was this the end? No...couldn't be...There was always something supporting his stay in the Main Event, and that must still be true! But what...
FSX: ...No...your wrong. Both Kudo AND Senator have come up to me and told me otherwise, and that must mean something...Though you don't think I have earned this spot, or deserve to be in this spot..well..you must be wrong. If I didn't deserve to be here I simply wouldn't of made it here, and I don't know why I haven't realized that up until now...I'm in the Main Event of Omega Effect because I put in more effort then anyone else, and did anything it took to get there. You might not realize it, but I've given all I have so far...I may as well go ahead and give the rest in the match, don't you think?
As the celebration of the Chairman had been cut short once again, Fallen would smile softly as he actually thought of the things that he had said. It was all so true to him, and it must of been fact. If he didn't deserve to be where he was today he simply wouldn't be, and he had overcome so much to get there..that must prove something! To the point where the winner of the Battle Royale finds him more deserving then themselves? It was all like a dream...and only now could he view it all clearly, much to the dismay of the Chairman.
Ginger: That's just ridiculous, and you know it! If you truly deserved to be in the Main Event, then why is Sarin too embarrassed to recognize your existence? To even give you the time of day? Because she is BETTER then you, and will ALWAYS be better then you!
FSX: You know what? I really don't care what you have to say anymore. Even if that's true, and she is so much better then me, she can go ahead and prove it one more time. I'm willing to give up the thing I love to do for this one shot, and if I have too I will. If that's my final match, then I've done all I can...and I'll be happy. Maybe you should be too, because there isn't a chance I'm giving up this opportunity.
Gawking on for a moment as his world seemed to come crashing down, Ginger would finally come to the realization that there was nothing left that could be done. The match would go down unchanged, and he could no longer stop it. He was just out of time...Dropping to his knees and shaking his head a few times in disbelief as Fallen had finally come together and was ready for any outcome, it was all over. As far as he was concerned it would all be a bust, not worth the time or money of anyone...But Fallen had no intent of that being the case. For what could very realistically be the final match of his career he was ready to give his life, if that was what he needed to do...for one chance to be a World Champion, and defy all of the odds once and for all?
It would truly be worth it...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:26:33 GMT -5
Omega Effect looms… Danny Mainer The scene splits off into 11-sections as the throbbing intro bass lines of Angel by Massive Attack starts to play. There’s a varying degree of actions in each 11 split screen, which is divided into 5 on the top, 4 on the bottom with black spaces to the sides. The screen zooms into the 1st screen, which is on the top left. On the screen is Jay Zero standing in the middle of a city-street in a pair of black denim jeans, generic blue trainers, a blue t-shirt with Japanese caricatures on them and a Tokyo Giants beanie hat. Nobody is around; it’s the dead of night. He’s standing by a big wall where some kids have graffiti’d all over with generic crap such as bad language, names and etc. He holds in his right hand an Eastpak Delegate bag in black, held by the strap. He pulls the bag up and hooks it over his shoulder before opening the bag revealing 2 rows of varying coloured plastic caps. Red, yellow, blue, green and the like. He pulls out a parasol can with the sky blue plastic cap and he snaps it off. He starts to shake it and as the screen changes you can see him start to spray-paint on the wall. The screen pans out of his criminal activity and you can now see the 8 screens again, it moves into the second one where you can see a luxurious bedroom. Inside this bedroom is plain white walls, orange drapes and a huge four-post bed. There’s curtains on them but they’re not drawn. In the left side of the bed you can see an average sized form under the quilt. A classic alarm-clock with the ringing bells starts to shake and a single hand flies out from under the blanket slamming it off. The form then rolls back into the bed unseen to the camera but finally with a huge yawn, the figure sits up revealing himself to be none other then Jake Steele dressed up in a pair of silk maroon pyjamas. He has a huge smile on his face. He crawls out of his bed and heads towards a pair of wooden double-doors. He then opens them and you can see a golden glow spew out as he walks into his wardrobe. The scene starts to change. Now on the 3rd scene, we’re shown a huge hulking figure sprinting down the street in the dead of night in a black battle suit. He’s covered in blood-stains and you can see behind him are bright lights and sirens chasing after him. Clearly this is the Anti-American madman Ross Lambert. Clutched in his right hand he has a Desert Eagle, turning back he pops off a few shots at a police car behind him before continuing to sprint on. You are my angel. Come from way above. To bring me love.Ross continues to peg it down the main road before swerving off into an alleyway where he is greeted by the sight of a black Rolls Royce phantom with a bloody dripping pentagram drawn on the side. He opens the door and flies in before slamming his feet on the ignition. The screen starts to pan back from the scene again and you can see the 11 screens. Now it moves into the fourth scene and you can see a huge hulking frame hunched over a buffet in a Chinese restaurant guzzling soup and tipping entire trays of duck rolls into his gullet yelling “NOM NOM NOM!”. This is of course, Thunder Train. He turns and sees the spiciest soup sitting untouched in a big pot so he picks it up and starts to guzzle the spicy soup. His tongue starts to burn to a crisp however and he puts the soup down. However before he can start to prance yelling “OW!” something snaps in his mind and his huge smile is wiped from his face. He starts to walk off before handing a 10, 10-dollar bills to the waiter. He leaves through the front door and the last thing we see is Train walking down the stairs into a subway station. Her eyes. She's on the dark side. Neutralize. Every man in sight.
I love you, love you, love you ... The music starts to get heavy as we now move into the 5th scene where we’re shown Jake Cheng in a simple gym whittling away at a punching bag, then it cuts to another flash clip of Danny Mainer dragging in a load of chips at a casino table in Vegas. The 7th scene shows Jason Freeman rocking out on Guitar Hero and the 8th scene shows Jonny Hughes mat-wrestling in a gym, the 9th scene shows James Murphy at a press conference signing autographs with a beaming smile on his face. The scene then goes onto the 10th scene showing Fallen Souls sat at a table with a revolver to his head. His feet are up and he’s got a bottle of juice in his hand. He takes a sip of the orange juice and he with no suspense pulls the trigger. He then turns the gun and goes to hand it to his opponent who is now in vision revealing himself to be none other then Z-List super hero Captain Planet. However, instead of actually giving the gun he just continues to fire until the one bullet in the chamber hits him square in the heart. Captain Planet slumps out of his chair onto the floor and X takes the remaining bullets off of the table before heading for the door. The scene changes to the final scene depicting Scott Andrews in a dark shoddy attic with his back to the wall. He’s in a black suit with black loafers and a black tie, his top button is undone and his tie is loose however and his shirt is undocked. In his arms he cradles a PSG-1 sniper rifle clutching it to his chest. Plonked next to him is an open briefcase with grooves in a foam block to place all the pieces safely. He eases the Sniper Scope out and snaps it on to the PSG and glances through the scope casually. He then reaches back into his briefcase and takes out the laser sight synching it up with the scope. Finally he puts the ammunition in the barrel before preparing to stand up. The screen pans back again and now you can see all 11 screens. It goes to the first screen where you can now see that Jay has finished his graffiti of the wall and in big blue letters you can see it says “ZERO” with white borders. Smiling at his handiwork he’s put all of the cans back into his bag and his hands are on his hips. But something snaps in his mind and he realizes he has a place to be. He starts to turn right walking off as now we’re presented with Jake Steele again who is wearing jeans, work boots, a white shirt and a denim jacket with black aviators climbing into a black Mercedes SLK. He jams the key in the ignition and starts to drive out of his luxurious driveway onto the main road. Ross’s scene is not shown just yet and we cut straight into the next one, which is Thunder Train. He’s shown walking down a long flight of steps into the heart of New York’s Central Terminal. He sees all the people and one particular group catches his attention. He sees a group of children with their parents carrying a piñata. A smile curls across his face and he licks his upper-lip. His operation is quick and swift, he sprints through the crowds bursting past everyone and he runs into the centre of the family tackling a middle-aged man ripping the piñata out of his hands. He moves away from the man and the scared children before throwing the piñata onto its side. He then hits a massive elbow drop to the neck of the piñata landing on the exact point as if he knows where to break it. It smashes and candy spews out. The nom nom nom can be heard as the family start talking to the police. Train turns and sees two officers running towards him so he picks himself up and makes good on why they call him The Train sprinting FOR the nearest train. Then the scene changes again and we’re shown Jason Freeman and Jonny Hughes together in a yellow Lotus Elise, Hughes at the wheel while Freeman is just staring at the road ahead of him. Jake Cheng has just stepped off of a bus and Danny Mainer is now holding on to the back of a trash compactor as it drives down the streets of New York. James has left the conference and is climbing into a helicopter with “GWF” written on the side. Fallen Souls with a revolver in his pocket is now taking the most bizarre mode of transport possible. He’s getting a piggyback off of a fat New Yorker in a jogging suit. He draws the gun from his pocket and points it to his neck, which immediately prompts the fat man to start speeding up. Sweat drips down his rippling body curves and a lot of the audience start feeling sorry for Fallen for having to endure the diabolical smell of burning fat. Back to Scott Andrews who is walking towards a large window with white curtains which are blowing inwards because of the wind. He raises up the rifle and looks through the scope. He has a clear view of the entire courtyard which is a big cobbled stone floor with a fountain in the centre. A smile curls over his lips as he focuses on the water fountain. The scene changes, Jay Zero is climbing out of a taxi right next to the courtyard and he’s started walking to the centre near the fountain while at the same time Thunder Train starts to peak out of the subway station heading towards Jay. The two glare at each other as Thunder Train jogs towards him. Jay undeterred however just watches as the big man heads to him while Scott just continues looking through the scope aiming directly at Jay’s head. Train walks into the scopes vision and the two start to shove each other. However, they’re promptly interrupted by the arrival of Jake Steele in a fancy Mercedes. He swings about 3 metres from the fountain where the northern hood is now in vision. Jake gets out and walks between the 2 souls about to bust each other up. Jake is spreading his arms being cocky and now Scott is aiming at him. Before this turns into a triple threat though, the yellow 2006 Lotus Elise arrives on the scene with both Hughes and Freeman climbing out with brass knuckles adorned on each hand. The brawl is about to kick off when yet again there’s another intrusion. A spotlight shines on the scene as the sound of a propeller beating the air is heard. A GWF helicopter flies into scene and James Murphy starts to slide down a rope ladder into view of Scott. The battle is almost complete and becoming even more complete as Danny Mainer sprints into view cradling a baseball bat with a huge grin on his face. The last but certainly not least has yet to arrive. The fat sweaty New Yorker sprints through the park with FSX on his back and the crowd turn with a “WTF?!” expression on their face. FSX hops off his back drawing the revolver out of his pocket. Finally with a nice smile Scotts finger curls around the PSG’s trigger. The bullet flies out the barrel smashing into the neck of Jason Freeman who hits the deck. The crowd turn and see Scott Andrews through the window and FSX starts to fire at him but Jake Steele pounces on him taking him to the floor the bullet smashing into a random window. FSX grunts as Jake wrestles with him for the gun while Jay is drawing out the spray-paint to tackle Thunder Train. However Jake Cheng who was unable to find a ride sprints into the courtyard with a panted expression as all Hell breaks loose. The action stops though as they see The Asian Extraordinaire and become immediately worried. Jake: Guys, I just found out that Ross is co-... However, when Ross does come he does it in great style. Speeding through the night into the courtyard is the black Rolls Royce. There’s a shot of his face and you can see him excited behind the wheel. He floors it as he heads towards the fountain before leaping out last second. The car smashes into the statue over the heads of the competitors as Scott is just left to look and stare. Ross gets up and you can see two big bottles on his back and a vacuum cleaner in his hand. He flicks the switch and out comes a burning hot ray of lit gases. The flame-thrower sprays everywhere bringing the courtyard into a sea of flames. We cut to a birds eye view as the flames start to fill the screen with Ross cackling like a mad man. However, before the end of the video there’s a large metal rectangle slammed over the scene, after a few seconds of sizzling it’s pulled back and you can see ACW burned into the screen. The screen then pants out and you can see that it’s all inside a forge. Chairman Gingerdude holds a big brander in his right hand with the ACW logo printed on the side. He throws it to the side and starts to chuckle smugly. He stares at the camera as we’re led to a little speech from Ginger. Gingerdude: This Saturday at Omega Effect is the fourth time that the Alpha Championship Wrestling superstars will ROCK. YOUR. WORLD. Come, join us live on pay-per-view as we show you EXACTLY why we are the Alpha and the Omega of The Wrestling Industry. It’ll be the best money you ever spent.Gingerdude goes into a cackling fit as the screen starts to draw to black. When the screen is finally black it shows Omega Effect IV printed in golden letters with “Alpha Championship Wrestling presents” above it in considerably smaller letters. Then in the small-print at the bottom is the ordering blabber. The screen then fades fully to black. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:27:04 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs. G-Unit (Credit: BK)
Phillip: The following match is a handicap match scheduled for one fall..making their way to the ring first - weighing in at a combined weight of 520 lbs, from right here in Canada...G-Unit!
As G-Unit's theme continues to play through the speakers of the Rogers Centre, the lone G-Unit member - Gooey Garth, stumbles through the curtain. He looks back, hoping his partner Jonny Spade will meet him before this match gets started, but it doesn't look to be. The crowd pops immensely for Gooey Garth, being a native of the home country - but the lack of Jonny bothers a few fans in the crowd. Gooey Garth rolls into the ring and now awaits his opponent all alone.
Phillip: And his opponent, weighing in at 243lbs, from Brooklyn, New York - BK London!
"Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco hits the sound system at full force and the ACW fans boo the once fan favorite from the borough of Brooklyn. Sure enough, the former ACW Champion makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage where he surveys the thousands of fans in the arena - all insulting or jeering him in one way or another. He chuckles to himself a bit before making his way down the long ACW ramp, returning insults to the fans ringisde. He finally makes his way to the ring where he slides in before perching himself up on the middle rope and hitting a pose for the thousands of fans in the audience.
As the flashbulbs go off all around him, they still continue to boo the former ACW Champion - but BK London takes it all in stride. He hops down from the middle turnbuckle and stares across at Gooey before chuckling to himself. Garth has never been one to back down from a challenge, but it seems he's more worried about the well-being and whereabouts of his partner rather than the match at hand. If he has to go at it alone, so be it. The bell sounds for the match to start and it does indeed commence.
As both men approach the ring, it's Gooey Garth who towers over the former ACW Champion by half a foot - but this size doesn't totally intimidate BK London. After exchanging a few words, BK London slaps the four time Tag Team Champion across his face, and the crowd responds with a resounding "Ohhhhhhhhh", mixed in with some boos. Gooey doesn't respond too well to being insulted, and a huge fist lands on the jaw of BK London - sending him stumbling back. BK London hits back first on the corner and Gooey Garth continues to wail on him with a flury of right hands, each landing on the jaw and eventually the former ACW Champion sinks into the corner. The barrage doesn't stop until BK London is sitting flat on his ass on the bottom turnbuckle, and the crowd goes absolutely nuts for Gooey. Picking up BK London, Gooey Garth now sets him up on the ropes before whipping him across the ring. BK London comes off the ropes and is sent soaring through the air with a back body drop. Landing hard on his lower back, he rises up - and advances forward to mount an offense but Gooey raises him up with a Military Press.
The fantastic display of strength gets quite the reaction from the crowd, and Gooey now drops BK London right on his back. Holding his back in pain, BK London writhes in pain, and Gooey makes the first cover of the match.
ONE . . TWO - KICK OUT!
BK London manages to get his shoudler up, and Gooey Garth now picks him up and whips him across the ring into the opposing corner. Looking for a running shoudler block to BK London's abdomen, Gooey Garth races full speed. However, BK London manages to get his knee up - sending the big man stumbling backwards after being struck in the head. With Gooey Garth a bit groggy, BK London races out the corner and scores with a Yakuza Kick from Hell. While it's only able to connect with the chest of Gooey, it manages to send him stumbling back into the corner. With Gooey in the corner, BK London follows up with some stiff European Uppercut. After hitting about three, BK London whips Gooey Garth across the ring into the turnbuckle. The former ACW Champion now stalks his prey, sizing him up for the perfect shot. BK London races forward and lands another variation of the Yakuza Kick from Hell - this time taking Gooey Garth over the top rope to the outside.
The big man lands hard on the ground on the outside, and BK London pulls his leg from the top rope and now watches from inside the ring - laughing. He orders referee Carter Donovan to start to make the count, and he eventually does.
He begins to count Gooey down, but by the count of 6 Gooey manages to make it back to his feet - and BK London doesn't stand for that. BK London exits the ring and goes after Gooey Garth, restarting the count. He grabs the big man and plants him on the mat outside with The Mockbottom. Hitting the outside back first, BK London now rolls back into the ring and tells Carter Donovan to count again.
Gooey Garth seems to be stirring after such an impactful move, and he just makes it back into the ring at 9 - but his back is extremely in pain. Picking up Mr. Garth, BK London now latches in an Abdominal Stretch - stretching the already worked on torso and back of Gooey Garth. Gooey screams out in pain as BK London continues to stretch out his torso. Donovan asks Gooey if he'd like to give up, and with this minor distraction BK London grabs onto the ropes. The screams become louder, but quickly BK London removes his hand once Donovan looks to check. He asks Gooey again, and its the same process, but this time - Donovan sees BK London. BK London quickly pulls his arm off the ropes, telling Carter he wasn't doing anything. Donovan gives London until the 5 count to release the stretch, but he doesn't make it past three as Gooey delivers a hip toss to the former ACW Champion. Gooey collapses down to one knee, and now BK London gets up and looks to capitalize.
BK London attempts his Shining Yakuza Kick, but Gooey manages to rise up and he plants BK London in the center of the ring with a hellacious Spinebuster.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
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