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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:30:22 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents:
OMEGA EFFECT IV
Saturday 28th June 2008
ACW Spring Tour 2008: Grand Finale Madison Square Garden, New York City
Schedule of Matches:
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James Murphy vs. Ross Lambert
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No Countout, No Disqualification Mr. Red vs. Mrs. Red
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No. 1 Contender Match for the ACW International Title - Special Enforcer: Kudo Yasuda Jake Steele vs. Jason Freeman
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ACW Tag Team Championship – Tournament Final WhiteSnake vs. G-Unit
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ACW Entertainment Championship - Ladder Match Thunder Train(c) vs. AC Evans
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Iron Fortress Match Scott Andrews vs. Nick Durden
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Jay Zero vs. Rattlesnake
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International Championship Match - 2/3 Falls Jake Cheng vs. Danny Mainer
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Aiden Joseph vs. Yoko Satoshi
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Unsanctioned Streetfight The Senator vs. Dan White
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BK London vs. Victor “Latino” Laureano
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ACW Heavyweight Championship - Career vs. Title Match Sarin Rossi(c) vs. Fallen Souls
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:32:28 GMT -5
It is a gorgeous summer evening in New York City.
Madison Square Garden is packed to the rafters, filled with ACW’s most diehard supporters. For every single one of them, just being here is something they will reminisce on for years to come, most likely boring their descendents rigid with repeated tales of what they are about to see unfold.
Right on time, the arena darkens, and the noise becomes amazing as the producer expertly lets the tension ramp up to max. Then, with a tremendous orchestral flourish, the whole place is bathed in light, allowing the crowd to see and be seen, and the cameras to get some excellent shots.
The electricity usage meter flies off the scale. Somewhere on the planet, Al Gore feels a disturbance in the Force and goes off to make some more powerpoint slides.
Back at MSG, the environment is the last thing on anyone’s minds, as an immaculate and stunning figure makes her entrance on to one of the twin podiums to either side of the main stage…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:34:25 GMT -5
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, opening Omega Effect IV…. MISS SHIRLEY BASSEY!
Wales’ first lady brings effortless class to the proceedings, and the audience is entranced as she breaks into that famous, enthralling voice.
Shirley: I'm coming up so you better get this party started I'm coming up so you better get this party started
Get this party started on a Saturday night Everybody's waiting for me to arrive Sending out the message to all of my friends We'll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz I got lots of style, check my gold diamond rings I can go for miles if you know what I mean.
I'm coming up so you better get this party started, I'm coming up so you better get this party started…
The music segues neatly as the lighting changes, and then there’s a second surge of recognition from the crowd as they see a second figure on the other stage – none other than perennial ACW favourite, Robbie Williams!
Robbie: He's chosen my attic I feel it in the static He lives in my basement - And I can hardly face it My performance is easy I am the god of romance And in my confusion I have the right to reign
He's stolen my Oscars He trades on my jokes He makes all my engines go oh oh oh oh He put an "e" in the arsenal A comb in my 'fro Divine retribution And away we go
Something's happening, I can feel it Moving out of time you'll hear it Falling in the way you fear it Jumping thumping shout out something, Jumping thumping shout out something!
Listen to the radio And you will hear the songs you know, Make it effervescent here And you might have a job my dear…
The music shifts once more, and this time everyone instantly recognizes the famous Sinatra classic. Being quite the accomplished Big Band singer, Mr. Williams leads off for a unique, once-in-a-lifetime duet.
Robbie: Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today I want to be a part of it, New York, New York These vagabond shoes are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York…
Shirley: I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap These little town blues are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York…
Robbie: A-a-a-nd if I can make it there, Shirley: I'm gonna make it – anywhere,
Both: It's up to you, New York, New York!
The closing note lasts a full ten seconds, and triggers a total standing ovation from the massed fans. Robbie completes their performance by kissing Shirley on the hand, and the two superstars exit with the cheers still going on.
With things well and truly kicked off, it’s time for proceedings to get down to business. The Alphatron lights up with the first segment of the evening…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:41:50 GMT -5
Heart-Warmer, Show-Starter Danny Mainer The show is more or less kicked off with a in-locker room segment from Danny Mainer. Pre-taped the show by about 3 hours, it shows Caitlynn Dufraisne sat on a locker room reading the latest Top Shop magazine with unbroken focus as she leafs through page after page of quality fashion. Glancing through the shoe section she begins to work up the perks and let-downs of a pair of rainbow coloured heels. It’d make her look funky, but it’s pricey and it’d be hard to dress to that. She continues to whittle away at the problematic magazine in her hands and suddenly there’s a knock on the door. Caitlynn not surprised turns to the door smiling sweetly before raising her voice in a soft tone. Caitlynn: It’s open!She then goes back to the Top Shop catalogue and works on deciphering the skirts section and in walks Eastern European scruff sports manager Dimitri Rubrev. With his nearly Hitler-like haircut, thick-framed spectacles, dark green suit and brown loafers he looks quite shady. He cradles in his arms a large crate which he uses his thighs to support the weight of. He wanders in and gently plants the crate down in the middle of the room. He then looks at the raven-haired beauty reading TopMan magazines on the couch. His interests are peaked when he sees no wedding ring on her hands. Dimitri: Hello miss… umm… I’m sorry I don’t know your name! Is Mr. Mainer around? He asked me to deliver this box.Dimitri’s interests truly reach their crescendo though as Caitlynn turns around giving him opportunity to see into those sapphire eyes and glance across her smooth, silk-like, moonlight white complexion. Dimitri’s hands find his pockets and he starts to feel the sweat as her gaze runs him up and down. Caitlynn: Ms. Dufraisne, but please call me Caitlynn. Danny isn’t around, he’s training for the big match with Jake.“Caitlynn!” Such a pretty name. His heart flutters a little as he looks at his bosses girlfriend and he has more or less fallen head over heels for this Vegas beauty. Like a moth to flame, he is sure as Hell attracted. Dimitri: Alrighty then. I guess I’ll be going then.Dimitri turns to the door and takes a step forward when Caitlynn’s soft voice stops him dead in his tracks. Caitlynn: You don’t even have the good graces to tell me your name? Pff, I thought Danny worked with gentlemen.Dimitri feels slightly ashamed at his lack of manners but he immediately rectifies the situation by doling out a sappy comment. Dimitri: Well to be honest, I didn’t think the beautiful girlfriend of my boss would want to know who works under his boyfriends employ!Dimitri chuckles and Caitlynn giggles but Dimitri overdoes it slightly ending up making the situation awkward. He again manages to solve the problem by carrying on. Dimitri: I am Dimitri Rubrev! NUMBER ONE sports agent in Europe!Caitlynn: Ohmygosh! Dimitri? When I was younger I wanted to call my kid that! Oh my God you cutie!Dimitri has to use all of his nerves not to go bright red in the face there. He uses the old drama technique of moving a hand in front of his face to stop himself and starts to laugh. Dimitri: Heheh, my name was my mothers choice! She thought it was ‘The name of a True King!’ but here I am shifting crates. I’m no King!Dimitri raises his arm as if in protest drifting back into a flashback of his home-country. Like it was something he’d said before, but his self-reminiscing comes crashing to a halt when Caitlynn interrupts his thoughts. Caitlynn: Well I’ll tell you can be the king of! You can be the King of helping me pick out my shoes for my brothers wedding in 2 weeks!“Oh My God!” are Dimitri’s only thoughts right now. “She wants ME, an Russian labouring greasebag to help find footwear for those divine, perfect and dainty feet? FUCKING BRILLIANT!” Of course he doesn’t vocalize his thoughts but it’s incredibly difficult for him to pump his fist in the air. Dimitri: Sure! Danny doesn’t really want me to do anything else tonight, he wants me to “LOOK FANTASTIC FOR THA’ BIG PAY-PER-VIEW!” he say, and that I need to look the part and to “Make sure that things don’t go tits up, like the idea that Sarin is better then Yoko!” His words, not mine.Dimitri puts the left hand on the back of his head rubbing it as he starts to chuckle away, Caitlynn mock fumes at the thought of Danny comparing Flower Power, even by their wrestling ability. Although one has to assume that Danny means which one is more ‘aesthetically pleasing’ with Danny’s well-storied ‘Yellow Fever’. Caitlynn: If Danny has been staring at either of their breasts they will be the last real pair he sees! By the way you can’t help me pick shoes over there Dimimi! Come sit on the couch with me.‘Dimimi?’ Oh fucking YES I have a nickname! She likes me! Must not keep her waiting! Dimitri walks over taking a seat next to Caitlynn giving her half the couch-worth of space sitting by one arm of the couch. Caitlynn however breaks personal space by shuffling up next to him so that Dimitri can see the catalogue. Dimitri: Dimimi?Caitlynn: Yeah! It’s your new nickname!Caitlynn giggles away as ‘Dimimi’ smiles at the beautiful girl next to him. She then moves her arms with the catalogue towards Dimitri’s direction so he can see. Caitlynn with a very puzzled, insanely cute look on her face starts to go into the “Hmm” soundscape while pointing at a pair of rainbow coloured heels and then at a pair of JACKSON 3 Strap shoes. Caitlynn: So which one do you think would look better?Dimitri: Bah I’m a worker, I wouldn’t know anything about shoes! I’m sure they’d all look PERFECT on you.Caitlynn pouts and pulls an upset face at Dimitri. Dimitri’s heart is wrenched apart by the cute girlfriend of his boss. Guilt-trip time for Mr. Rubrev! Caitlynn: You’re the lamest shoe-person EVER!Cailtynn turns away and gets into a mock huff. She hunches over her catalogue and pretends to blub. When you’re head over heels in love like Dimitri is though you can pull a rabbit out of your ass. Dimitri: I think that the Jackson 3 straps are an overdone look, everyone and their mother in my home-country has one of them ahaha! Alas, the rainbows show your funky side while the Jackson strap make you look like a dominatrix!And with that, Caitlynn turns and gives him the squishiest hug ever. Dimitri is literally being smothered by the girlfriend of Danny Mainer as she uses every bit of strength in her arms which is a lot, considering her slender frame. Caitlynn: You’re the best shoe-person ever!And with that, all is well in the world. For the next half an hour, Dimitri and Caitlynn leaf through the catalogue looking at dresses, shoes and the like for the big wedding and Dimitri and Caitlynn’s friendship grows stronger and stronger but here is where we tune out as now we have more important things to convey on the ACW show. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:42:17 GMT -5
Walking Tall Ross Lambert All that can be seen on camera is a standard Alpha Championship Wrestling backdrop and in front of it stands the lovely Charlotte King in a long sparkling black dress showing a little cleavage, black high heels and sterling silver lizard earrings which hang off her ears cutely. Her long hair is tied back and she has on a light bit of foundation as well as a red lipstick, the quintessential hottie announcer is a classy lady tonight. She holds the microphone to her lips with effortless grace and a huge erupting smile which could melt the heart of Torak and could turn Boy George straight. The camera flicks on and you can hear the crowd cheering in delight to see her. Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen… welcome to Omega Effect IV live tonight in NEW YORK CITTTTTTYYYY!!!!Thunderous ovation for the audience which prompts an even bigger smile from the master of the stick. She giggles slightly at the high level of reaction before continuing on. Charlotte: Tonight at Omega Effect we have lots of great matches, we have the tag team tournament finals, we have Jake Steele VS Jason Freeman, we have Fallen Souls VS Sarin Rossi an-Suddenly, a menacing figure walks into view silencing Charlotte. This figure is tall, built like a Greek God and has long straggly black hair. Of course, this is none other then Ross Lambert. The crowd boo loudly as recognition kicks in. Ross chuckles at the camera as they can hear backstage the loud amount of hatred he is garnering. Charlotte glances up at Ross with a look of trepidation encapsulated into her eyes and you can see as clear as glass that panic is setting in, a fact which Ross relinquishes in. Stuttering after a few seconds silence, Charlotte gets a sentence out. Charlotte: H-h-hi Ross.Ross lightly gets a hold of Charlotte’s wrist and drags the microphone towards him. Charlotte is a little shocked by the swift movement but shocked again at Ross’s gentle touch. Ross: Good afternoon Ms. King my friend. May I say that you look absolutely stunning here tonight? That dress shows off your wonderful curves and if I was a woman watching this, BOY would I be jealous. Also, with your hair tied back it shows clearly your lovely, cute face.Charlotte blushes slightly, her nerves calming at Ross being the sauve playboy laying on the compliments like butter on bread. The crowd seem confused by Ross’s nice words and Charlotte is enjoying the compliments she’s being given. Ross smiles politely. Ross: Maybe, perhaps that you could… give both myself, and the audience a little twirl to show off that lovely dress?Charlotte blushes an even brighter shade of red. She hands Ross the microphone and Ross and the cameras take a step back. Charlotte does a little twirl for the audience not being able to stifle a giggle at the loud response it garners from the audience who cheer loudly for her. Ross claps slowly, not mockingly but slowly. He then takes the microphone to his lips and starts to address her in a calm tone. Ross: Wow, that is something. You belong on stage.Ross smiles again showing off the pearly-whites that complete his sauve, manipulative genius image, 3 things which Ross is all of. Charlotte enjoying the attention, laughs again at Ross’s words. Ross then continues on to talk. Ross: Now, Ms. King, my lovely lady. You probably think I’m some sort of twisted, world-hating psychopath who believes in using brute-force to get his way by killing and destroying anything that stands in my way. That’s true, to be completely honest with you, I am a nutcase. However, most people don’t know that even though I go out there and beat up guys and girls in that ring week after week that I never have and never will inflict harm upon a member of staff such as commentator’s… announcers… and interviewers, certainly not ones as pretty as yourself unless I’m provoked. Ms. King, you have never provoked me, however I need some air-time alone. Will you please give me 5 mintues?Charlotte after being complimented so much by The World Detonator agrees without question to his demands. Charlotte: Sure, why not?She starts to walk off camera, the camera turns to follow her and you can see Charlotte stopping and looking back at Ross. But a hand grabs the left side of the camera and pushes it back to Ross. Ross: I’m right here, genius.Ross then steps back in front of the backdrop with a smile on his face. He sighs for a second and then goes on to dole out his rant of the night. Ross: Now, as Ms. King was saying before I, Lord forgive me, interrupted her. She was telling us about the great matches. Yes, Sarin Rossi VS Fallen Souls might be the most highest ranked match on the card but it’s also the least anticipated. G-Unit VS Whitesnake? Pfft, tag titles are worthless because of the severe lack of Flower Power. Speaking of Flower Power, Yoko Satoshi VS Aiden Joseph should be interesting. I don’t get why nobody has beaten Yoko anyways, how hard can it be to punch out a Japanese schoolgirl? Also, we have BK London VS Latino! Two has-beens in a mashed-corn eating contest! Kids, turn off your TVs and read a book because after my match it’s going to be a snooze-fest. The most anticipated and destined to be best match on the show is of course, Ross Lambert VS James Murphy and believe me, I’ll tell you why.Ross gets right up into the face of the camera completely blocking any other view. No doubt some old rich, Texas billionaire with a 120 inch Plasma Screen TV is scared shitless with Ross’s giant face pressed to the glass. Ross: It was over a month ago at Tribute to the Troops when James Murphy came out and interrupted me. I came back and attacked with full force and I destroyed Gary, ACW’s local punching bag defeating him with the patented Soulnado. He came back and paid ANTHRAX to hit me with a car and he gave me bruised ribs. Now if you didn’t catch last episode of Warfare, firstly, shame on you, secondly, my ribs are fully healed and I’m 100% ready to strike down James Murphy. James, tonight’s beat-down was completely avoidable. I beat you down in that tag match with Jake Cheng, even with your little buddy Danny Mainer standing with you at the sidelines cheering for you. However, you fell, you KNEELED before me and I planted you with that Soulnado. Tonight, that’s going to happen again. In front of all of these New Yorkers.The crowd who kept up a continuous booing chain for the majority of his speech suddenly turn to cheers at the mention of them. Ross: In a few moments, I’m going to go out to that ring and put on the performance of a fucking life-time. The opening contest IS Ross Lambert VS James Murphy. You’ve had months to prepare, you knew this was inevitable and you knew victory would be mine and that revenge would be sweet. Watching your limey-ass laid out on the mat, your shoulders pressed to the floor as you lie in a pool of your own blood will be MORE then enough vengeance exacted for me. I hope you enjoyed your short stint here in ACW because I’m ending it. You say you attacked me to put away the GWF demons from your past, I say that those demons, those skeletons in your closet don’t want to be put away and in fact they’re giving you one HELL of a violent reaction. Tonight, in our match your career WILL be killed. I’ll throw every move in my arsenal at you and YOU WILL go down. I will beat you here in Madison Square Garden, it will be **ME** walking out the winner. ME. Ross Lambert.The crowd are booing the angry ramblings of Ross Lambert, while the occasional “Mur-Phy” chant breaks out. Of course, Ross is now choosing to ignore this. He finally continues to the end of his rant starting to hulk up in a rage towards the end. Ross: New Yorkers, when I hit James Murphy with that Soulnado tonight it’s going to be with so much force that it’ll feel like something that happened in this state nearly 7 years ago. I’ll slam James with so much force it’ll be like September the 11th, 2001 all over again. The building will shake, the foundation will rot away and crumble and you will all run and scream for cover as I, Ross Lambert leave the building a winner. Tonight is the night that **I** get my redemption. Tonight is the night that ROSS LAMBERT shows that despicable piece of shit James Murphy exactly what happens to people who think they can fuck me over. New Yorkers, I hope you brought umbrellas with you because tonight it’s going to be RAINING. BLOOD. JAMES. This situation was ENTIRELY AVOIDABLE. But YOU had to stick your nose in my business and TRY to put me away but YOU FAILED and now it’s MY turn to put you back on the shelves. LOOK at anyone who ever faced me in GWF, Alex Storm? Adrian Christopher Edison? Shelton Splash? They all learnt the same lesson that you’re about to learn. When YOU FUCK WITH ME, ROSS FUCKING LAMBERT, Brutality is. STANDARD. FUCKING. ISSUE. See you in the ring James, if you even bothered turning up.Ross smacks the camera so it’s turned away as he begins to storm off. By the time the camera has reset itself Ross is already gone and the crowd are preparing for the first match… FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:42:34 GMT -5
Segment: Bloody Errands (Credit: Steele) 2 Hours Before The Show. The setting of this segment is inside of the very luxurious dressing room of one, Jake Steele. In the view of the camera is his mistress, Destiny Mason, who sits in her silk, pink chair getting her hair and nails done. She has her eyes closed, relaxing as she gets pampered for Omega Effect, and the after effects of whatever may be the outcome of her man’s match. Suddenly as he sits in the chair, a knock is heard at the door. Destiny opens one eye up, and tilts her head back answering the call. Destiny Mason: Who is it!?Voice behind the door: Its Blaze! *mumbled words are heard in the background* … and Pride! Destiny realizes its her man’s lackeys, and signs before answering them again, in a semi-light tone.Destiny: Come in…Before she can even finish saying it, Pride and Johnny Blaze storm into the room, and they stop quickly seeing her getting pampered in a robe, and looking at damn near her best. They throw their hands behind their backs, and Blaze clears his throat.Blaze: Excuse me… Ms….Destiny: Mason, you address me as Ms. Mason.Blaze: OK. Ms. Mason. Mr. Steele has told us to inform you that he has just finished training, and he will be here shortly. Destiny: OK. You may now go.Pride and Blaze turn around, heading for the door, when Destiny waves her hands in the air, and beckons them to come back.Destiny: Hey, you two think you could run me a errand.Pride: 問い合わせを実行するのをしたいのですが電車です.Blaze elbows Pride in the arm, as Destiny looks over and does a sly smile, before shocking everyone and responding.Destiny: The only train you’ll be running… is the train that I’ll get my man Steele to run you over with.Pride drops his jaw in shock from Destiny's fluent Japanese speech, as Blaze snickers and looks back over to Destiny, he then responds to her request. Blaze: Alright Ms. Mason, what would you like us to do.Destiny: I need you two… to well, get me a very personal product. It will help my umm… river from “flowing”. Pride and Blaze look at Destiny in confusion, as she shakes her head and tries to explain again. Destiny: It’s to stop the red sea from parting… Pride and Blaze raise both of their hands in unison, and laugh as they may have finally caught on.Blaze: Ohhh, you want us to get you some tam-…Destiny: Yes! Some… tamales, hot tamales, oy caliente! Take this money, and hurry to get them, before the show.Blaze: Will do, Ms. Mason.Destiny grabs her purse from the counter in front of her, and hands them 20 dollars. The hapless duo then exit the dressing room, and head out to pick up the product. They look around and come to a deep, deep realization…Blaze: Wait, how are we gonna get to a store… in the MIDDLE OF MADISON SQUARE GARDEN! Pride raises his hand and tries his best attempt at English, which is pretty good, but also has a heavy accent.Pride: Maybe we cou-ruld… fly? Blaze: And do we do that exactly?Pride: I don’t know.Blaze: Argh. OK, we have bigger things to do tonight anyway, like helping the boss get the victory over Freeman!Pride: Boot… he say to stay uh-ah from the-… ling. Blaze: You know the boss says that all the time, but we always help anyway! Blaze and Pride then go a different way and head towards the gym that Steele trains in, trying to meet him before the show, as the scene fades out…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:43:19 GMT -5
Segment: Doubt (Credit: JAMES MURPHY)
Murphy is walking along a corridor in the packed New York MSG arena this evening. With his ongoing feud with Ross Lambert in full swing, Murphy has a lot of business to take care of. He needs to address the masses before his match, a standard procedure in any wrestling company. But he would also need to address Ross Lambert. The man he has gone backwards and forwards with for the last month. Both men have had their highs, and their lows. They know each other well from the GWF days….
However, Ross Lambert has injured ribs, while that shouldn’t be an excuse, it certainly will be a factor. Murphy continues walking down the corridor, and he walks past several crew members. One of whom plucks up the courage to talk.
Crew Member 1: Errr Mr. Murphy?
James: What can I do for you?
Crew Member 1: What are your plans coming up to Omega Effect, I mean…
James: You mean, Lambert is hurt so I already have the advantage…
Crew Member 1: Right.
James: Wrong.
Crew Member 1: What?
James: You’re wrong.
Crew Member 1: Why?
James: Because you are, I know Lambert, even if he’s injured. That won’t stop him, no chance.
Suddenly, another crew member finds the confidence to talk.
Crew Member 2: Yeah, excuse me James. But you do realise that Ross has changed a lot since you last knew him? He’s been in the big leagues for a long time now. You’re fresh here, in my opinion that tells me that he has the advantage over you, injured ribs or not.
James: You really think that?
Crew Member 2: Well yeah, I mean this is a step up… Look at when you fought Steele, look what he did to you, and he’s your team mate!
James; He’s no team mate of mine…
Crew Member 2: Be that as it may, he still beat you down, he still hurt you badly, and he’s isn’t even one of the top wrestlers here! I mean what would you do if you fought someone like The Senator, or BK London? You would get destroyed. Ross Lambert is mental, and with his OE record as it is he’s going to protect that with his life. What can you possibly do to stop this?
The crew member pauses to catch his breath.
Crew Member 2: I mean, take Omega Effect III, Lambert went up against Renix Williams, that girl had her whole career on the line. She was going to fight to the death and do you know who won?...
Ross Lambert
Lambert retired that girl, when she was fighting for her career, everything. What are you fighting for? Your own pride? Revenge? To settle a score? Whatever you’re deciding on, you’re going to be in for the fight of your life tonight.
James stands motionless, staring into the grey concrete wall, the endless grey. He has listened to every word that has been thrown at him, but they had already gone through his head over, and over, and over again. These people were underestimating him, understandable of course. They didn’t know him. James looked into the eyes of the second crew member. Motionless, not blinking, nothing.
James: I know.
Crew Member 2: What do you mean you know?
James chuckles to himself.
James: I know….
Crew Member 2: You know what exactly?
James’s expression suddenly turns serious, his eyebrows furrow and frown lines appear on his face, he calmly begins to speak…
James: I know I’m in for a hell of a battle tonight, and if I want to come out on top. I’m going to have to give everything… And you know what?
Crew Member 2: What?
James: I’m going to give everything, plus more. You’ll see tonight…Tonight, I lay down the marker for my future in ACW, tonight, you will all bear witness to the name…James Murphy.
(FADE)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:44:35 GMT -5
Match 1: James Murphy vs. Ross Lambert (Credit: Danny Mainer) The bell rings repeatedly signalling the starting of Omega Effect. The New York fans are ready for the greatest show on Earth and Phillip Jones who’s dressed up in a rather smart tux stands in the centre of the ring ready to call out the opening match of the greatest wrestling show ever. Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is your opening match here tonight at OMEGA EFFECT FOUUUUUR! Introducing first, from Temecula, California weighing in at 294 pounds… he is The Morning Star… America’s Self-Proclaimed Last Hero, The WOOOOOORLD Detonator! THIS… IS ROSS… LAAAAAMBEEEEEEEEERT!Edison: Well this happened last year, we’re going to get an epic entrance from The World Detonator! When he’s in front of the camera of the world he truly is THE ULTIMATE showman.McNally: You speak no other language but truth Eddie, ladies and gentlemen this is our first contest which stemmed from a rivalry which started at Tribute to the Troops just a month ago. Ross came out displaying his UTTER disgust for the soldiers and the war and James came out and laid him out cold. Since then the thing has just escalated.Edison: You’re right, we saw Ross hit by that Mitsubishi in Australia after he tried to sneak attack James and he ended up with bruised ribs but we heard the doctors before on Monday and he’s 500% ready to rumble.The crowd ripple with dismay as they prepare for yet another piss-break as Ross does his trademark overly long entrance. The lights go dark as they prepare for yet another show of a life time. Those have stayed back are captivated by a green electrocardiogram up on the screen which beats once every 5 seconds. There’s a smash of Thunder on the stage lighting the stage for a millisecond and the crowd gasp. Suddenly, a robotic voice cuts out through the audience. Voice: Ever.Y.Body. Please. Rise. For. ROSS. LAAAAAMBEEEEEEEEERRR—The sound of static erupts annoying the crowd somewhat as the screen also turns to static. The sound of “Reise Reise” by Rammstein finally clears through the static and the screen shows a steel pentagram dripping with blood on a black background. The words “Paragon Of Chaos” appear in white letters on the black screen. A mist explosion covers the stage as walking out of the stage is about 10 men in army gear as the lights dim a faint blue, not too bright but enough to see. The majority drift to one side but 3 drag a near naked man out while another 2 drag a large wooden pole with a stump for balance. They place it on the opposite side of the stage and take the naked man strapping him up to the pole. Die Lanze mu� im Fleisch ertrinken Fisch und Mann zur Tiefe sinken Wo die zwarsche Seele wohnt Ist kein Licht am Horizont The naked man is strapped and chained to the pole and he tries his most desperately to escape. He’s been stripped of his clothes, his dignity and now he’s about to be stripped of his life. The 8 men make an Arrow formation facing away from the chained up man while the last one takes up a desert eagle and aims at the poor chap chained to a pole. His finger curls around the trigger and with a gentle tug there’s a loud bang cutting over the music and a flash from the end of the Desert Eagle. Ahoi
Reise, Reise Seemann Reise Jeder tut's auf seine Weise Der eine st��t den Speer zum Mann Der andere zum Fische dann
Reise, Reise Seemann Reise Und die Wellen weinen leise In ihrem Blute steckt ein Speer Bluten leise in das Meer The general confident as the victim slouches to his knees dead and the general walks over, the soldiers remaining in their formation. The general takes out an overly large key and begins to free the body of the poor victim. He falls on his face and the general turns his back to his kill. However, the kill springs up to his feet and leaps up to wrap his arm around the throat of the general. Thrusting his right foot into the back of the generals knee he goes down and the kill rips the gun out of his grip. He then points it at his head not breaking the grip for a second. He quickly searches for more ammo in the blazer of the general finding a spare clip as the soldiers all break formation to surround the general. He starts to blast away rounds at the soldiers which elicits a disgusted response from the audience. The soldiers all drop in unison as the white-hot eyes of the shaved, naked soldier glare at them and bullets smash into their chests. Running out of ammo after killing the first 8 he throws a boot into the back of the head of the general slamming his face into the steel surface. His naked foot presses him down by his neck and the last bullet enters the back of his head. Die Lanze mu� im Fleisch ertrinken Fisch und Mann zur Tiefe sinken Wo die zwarsche Seele wohnt Ist kein Licht am Horizont
Ahoi
Reise, Reise Seemann Reise Jeder tut's auf seine Weise Der eine st��t den Speer zum Mann Der andere zum Fische dann
Reise, Reise Seemann Reise Und die Wellen weinen leise In ihrem Blute steckt ein Speer Bluten leise in das Meer As the song starts to reach its end we’re left with the kill piling up the bodies in front of the entrance-way putting the general as the cherry on top. He fires the rest of the bullets into the air as some members of the crowd even start to get up and leave in disgust. Reise, Reise Seemann Reise Und die Wellen weinen leise In ihrem Blute steckt ein Speer Bluten sich am Ufer leer The music then starts to die down and the lights take a tint of red which is when the near-naked man walks backstage to horrendous heel heat. As he walks back, the pile of bodies stay in place. Then, the real thing begins as The English version of Rammstein’s Amerika starts to play. We're all living in Amerika! Amerika!
IST WUNDERBAAAR!
We're all living in Amerika!
AMERIKA!
AMERIKAAAAAAAAA! Ross Lambert walks out to HORRENDOUS heel heat twirling in his hands what appears to be something lit alight, more then likely a scaled down American flag. He climbs atop the pile of bodies still twirling the double-ended US flagpole in his hands like it’s a majorette baton with a smile on his face. We’re all living in Amerika! Ameikra! Ist Wunderbar. We’re all living in Amerika! Amerikaaaaaaa! Do you want me? (no I don't) Do you need me? (No I don't) Dance with me I'm leading? (No I can't) Will you love me? (No I won't)
This is not a love song (No it's not) I don't sing my mother tounge (No I don't) Afrika vor Santa Claus Und vor Paris steht Mickey Maus! Ross climbs down the other side of the hill of soldiers. The next move Ross makes is that he starts to walk down the ramp twirling the pole around him around his head and under his arms. He throws it up in the air catching it rather gracefully. We're all living in Amerika Amerika ist wunderbar we're all living in Amerika Amerika Amerika
Will you do it? (No I won't) Should you do it? (No I don't) Could you do it? (No I can't) Will you please me? (No I won't)
If you don't want me (You'll get hurt) If you don't need me (You'll get hurt) If you don't love me (You'll get hurt) Fuck you is the magic word Ross finally after reaching the centre of the ring ramp holds the flaming flagpole over his head posing briefly for a few seconds before bringing it down breaking it over his knee. He then throws the 2 ends over his head prompting walls of flaming pyro to fly up the stage ramp and along the front of the actual stage. Ross smiles as again his heel heat tactics are working. He finally makes it to the ring and he climbs in occasionally being pelted with trash. Ross stands centre of the ring before holding his hands together by his crotch before throwing them up above his head. He splits his arms and slowly brings them down in a circular formation to his side prompting wave after wave of red, yellow and black pyro to spew out of the turnbuckle corners. The heel heat is tremendous in the arena is awesome and the song is almost drowned out by the “Lambert Sucks” chants. The music finally dies down and the crowd boo the hugely inappropriate entrance. Edison: … wow.McNally: In all my years I have never seen anything as tasteless yet mesmerizing as that.Edison: I’m completely speechless!McNally: Ya’ don’t sound it!The crowd quieten down, awaiting the entrance of Lambert's competitor for the night, James Murphy. The two share a fabled legacy in the GWF and tonight they are bringing it to ACW. They continue their feud tonight infront of the Madison Square Garden faithful. Actually, tonight they end their feud. Murphy has vowed to put his GWF demons to rest, and Lambert has called for revenge for Murphy's actions in GWF, tonight it is all going to go off. Over the quiet of the crowd, a guitar strum is heard.. ”Ammmeerrriiicccaaaaaa" Another strum.... "Ammmeeeeeeeeerrrrriiicccaaaaaaa" Ross has a look of disbelief on his face in the ring. McNally: What the hell is going on?AMMMMEEERRRICCA!
FUCK
YEAH!
As the "Fuck yeah" echoes throughout the arena, a firework of red, white and blue shoots up into the sky. One for the "Fuck" and another for the "Yeah" As the pyro dies down a figure comes running out onto the stage, a cape on his shoulders, Ross is shaking his head in anger as the fans slowly grow in volume. The lights raise and the caped man is revealed to be James Murphy, and the "cape" is actually the American flag!
Edison: But's he's English!
McNally: Who cares! He's pissing Ross off majorly!
Ross is fuming in the ring, he kicks the bottom rope in frustration. Murphy motions to the stage and out running comes US military, one holding a fire extinguisher, the others are clearly members of a medic team, they attend to the wounded as the fire extingusiher man douses the flames in foam. Ross stares on in amazement.
"Coming again, to save the mother fucking day yeah,
Ammmeeerrrica, FUCK YEAH!"
Again as the "Fuck yeah" is heard pyro's go off, Murphy strikes a mocking pose to go with the light hearted tone of the song.
"Freedom is the only way yeah,
Terrorist your game is through cause now you have to answer too,
Ammmmmmeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrica, FUCK YEAH!"
Another pyro goes off with precise timing, Murphy strikes another over-exaggerated pose.
McNally: This is awesome!
Edison: Look at Lambert!
Lambert, noted anti- American is now on the top rope, pointing and screaming at Murphy. Who ignores Lambert and continues.
"So lick my butt, and suck on my balls,
America, FUCK YEAH!"
Another pyro blows up, Murphy strikes another classice pose, this time a Marine salute.
"What you going to do when we come for you now,
it’s the dream that we all share; it’s the hope for tomorrow....
FUCK YEAH!!!"
This time a massive pyro goes off, as Murphy stands infront of it. In the background the flags are now extinguished and the wounded soliders are now beginning to move and come back thanks to the work of the medic team. The next section is the creme de la creme of the entrance. Fireworks explode at EVERY "Fuck Yeah" and to go along with it, Murphy strikes a pose, a different one each time as detailed below.
"McDonalds, FUCK YEAH!
A salute.
Wal-Mart, FUCK YEAH!
A side muscle pose.
The Gap, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy turns his back to the fans.
Baseball, FUCK YEAH!
He raises one arm.
NFL, FUCK, YEAH!
And the other.
Rock and roll, FUCK YEAH!
Flexes into a muscle pose.
The Internet, FUCK YEAH!
He turns, smiling.
Slavery, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy points out to the crowd.
FUCK YEAH!
Another extra big pyro goes off
Starbucks, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy mockingly drinks a "coffee"
Disney world, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy points to the celing.
Porno, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy delivers two thmubs up.
Valium, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy delivers just one thumb up.
Reeboks, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy points to his shoes.
Fake Tits, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy rubs his chest.
Sushi, FUCK YEAH!
Muscle poses...for no apparent reason
Taco Bell, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy acts as if he is stuffing his face.
Rodeos, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy pretends to ride a bull!
Bed bath and beyond!!
Murphy looks confused for a second, before striking another random generic muscle pose.
McNally: This is...immense!
Edison: Murphy said he knew how to get under Ross' skin. Even if he is English, this sure did work!
Liberty, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy makes a pose ala The Statue of Liberty
White Slips, FUCK YEAH!
He waves to Ross.
The Alamo, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy pretends to fire a gun into the crowd.
Band-aids, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy acts as if he is applying a band-aid.
Las Vegas, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy imitates throwing a dice.
Christmas, FUCK YEAH!
Another generic muscle pose.
Immigrants, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy points out to the crowd.
Popeye, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy flexes his muscle ala Popeye.
Democrats, FUCK YEAH!
Murphy turns to face the wounded soliders, the burned flag and the carnage.
Republicans…
The wounded soldiers begin to rise.
(Fuck Yeah! Fuck Yeah!)
The medics turn as well and face Murphy.
Sportsmanship
All at once, they salute Murphy.
Books!
With a grin, Murphy salutes them back. The closing strum is heard and the crowd are in a stunned silence. Lamberts screams of fury can be heard throughout the arena. The marines run off the stage to the back, leaving Murphy alone on the stage. He takes the American flag off of his shoulders and pitches it where the burned flag was. Murphy turns to face the stage. As the lights dim..
McNally: What a spectacle...
"Ocean Planet" by Gorija kicks in and the lights slowly rise, a spotlight focuses on Murphy, his face no longer bares a happy cheerful look. But a determined solemn one. He stares straight down into the ring. Straight at Lambert.
Edison: And now, the real Murphy has arrived. It's game time.
I'm in a mental cage, I'm locked up Imprisoned I live, Deathlike, sickening Strong is your hold On my resignation I don't see the stars, My memories are veiled
Murphy begins to slowly walk to the ring, he doesn't pay attention to any of the fans, only concentrating on the ring and it's participants. Murphy walks with a swagger unseen before in ACW.
In fluid dreams I fall I'm restless Walls made of stone Are turned into water now Enlightened demons Are taking me by the hand Approaching me, This great eye speaking
Murphy reaces the bottom of the ramp, Lambert's red face has slowly cooled to it's original pinkish tint. THe two's stare does not break. They are fixed on each other, it is as if nothing else exists at this moment in time.
Mountainous waves Are breaking on my despair Awaken me but I'm still dreaming And I just plunge Into this sea of light Set open the doors of soul I'm living
Murphy slowly ascends the steps onto the ring apron, where Lambert is now only 3 feet away from him tops. The tension that the two are feeling is immense, two years worth of hate, angry, pride and jealousy. All bottled up.
Lightning struck me I see the path I was so scared of And fly to the stars Conviction now increasing at last My skin is broken I see the smallest part of me My mind is alive But I'll never bow to this again
Murphy climbs into the ring and walks past Ross, as he passes Ross they clash shoulders. Neither man moves, Ross turns to face Murphy and Murphy walks backwards to turnbuckle, before climbing it, facing out to the fans. Their stare finally broken. Murphy raises his arms to the fans as lights stream across the arena in all directions.
Why do they call me there How can I fly to All this water I don't feel like I could ever swim to them Whales in the sky I feel they're so close Inside, and yet so far away Burst into tears, I feel sad My dreams aflame The force is now away Lie on a stone, Drop this load and cry to see The ocean planet is on burn
Finally, the song ends, Murphy and Lambert are left staringbat each other, one on one. Face to face. We're ready...
Phillip Jones: And from Enfield, London, weighing in at 242 pounds… he is part of ‘The Maine Event’… JAAAAAAMES MURPHY!!!
Edison: Wow....
McNally: Murphy certainly put on a show there. Ross laid down the gauntlet, Murphy answered empthatically.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:46:32 GMT -5
The bell rings and so now the crowd begin to settle. They whoop and cheer for the opening competitors of the 4th anniversary of the greatest show in Pro-Wrestling history. James Murphy and Ross Lambert stand perfectly still in a non-specific pose glaring at each other from across the ring. The intensity is in the air as the drive to succeed and kick off the fiscal year of Alpha Championship Wrestling. There’s millions of signs dotted around the crowd as the fans in the Madison Square Garden are completely ballistic. The two stand in that one position for about 20 seconds even though the bell has rung, not yet making a move.
Edison: And so the stare down begins! After that absolutely BREATH-TAKING entrance from Ross he must be feeling pretty smug right now.
McNally: Don't forget James He put on a show too! I agree and what an intense stare-down it is!
The crowd start to get confused as the superstars stand there like idiots but when it kicks off, IT KICKS OFF. Ross and James fly towards each other at the exact same time quickly circling around the centre-point of the ring while zooming in closer to their opponent. The two then spring into a rugby scrum style clutch. They’re both in Suplex lift position but lowered down, trying to push into each others shoulders trying to get underneath. Ross being physically bigger looks to have an advantage but as the two have each other locked in position they can’t seem to find a way past.
McNally: Well this is some good-old scrumming here they call it in Rugby. James was quite the rugby player in his high school years which is why Ross hasn’t pushed him into the floor.
Edison: That and of course he knows Ross like the back of his hand. He knows exactly what he’s doing here.
Ross continues to push however and James, with all his heart just continues to resist. The two move back and forth occasionally as their strength falters for even a few seconds but suddenly, Ross has had enough and quickly breaks his clutch to swoop underneath James Murphy. Ross lunges forward with his shoulder out running straight into James. Ross then lifts up and carries James on his shoulder to push him back into the turnbuckle with a brutal spear.
Edison: James is backed into the corner!
McNally: No matter what odds he faces and how much of an asshole he is, Ross Lambert has probably got one of the strongest willpowers in wrestling history and a fuckload of heart, even if it’s for all the wrong things..
Ross then pushes up and starts to punch James in the face repeatedly at a blinding pace. Repeated rights happen over again about 6 times before Ross turns his back and starts to walk away but he swings around and lurches backwards with a vicious elbow. James however ducks this attack and lands the other side of Ross. James then hits a brutal chop to the chest of Ross, even though it’s largely covered by battle suit. James cuts straight through the costume and goes for yet another knife-edge chop sealing his early lead in this soon to be nasty contest.
Edison: OOH! Nice one! What a chop to the chest! DO IT AGAIN!
McNally: Unless Ross Lambert has a kinky pain fetish, I really don’t think he shares your sentiments right now.
Ross backed into the corner is at the mercy of James who starts to wail on him with punches to the head. James then follows up with a flash knee to the stomach. James then takes a step back to be able to wind up the full-power of his next punch but as he lunges with the right the right hand of Ross flies out clasping around Murphy’s throat flying out of the corner pushing James back but James throws out a boot breaking his hold. Ross goes to bring his arm to his side but James grabs it and twists into a wristlock.
McNally: Textbook wristlock there, Ross is strong and can break out of weak holds with ease though!
Edison: You don’t need to tell us that, the size of his arms and his chest muscles are more then enough of an indication of that!
James then drags Ross towards the centre of the ring and without a second thought he throws a boot up into the stomach of Ross dropping him to one knee. He then goes for another kick but Ross starts to use his power-game to break the hold. After struggling he is free from the wristlock. Ross then springs up with a boot to the gut putting James bent over. Ross then locks in a Front-Face Lock before going for the first Suplex. Ross lifts up Murphy for the Vertical Suplex showing that despite the past months incidents his ribs are fully recovered. However Murphy throws his weight down. James then throws a quick kick to the stomach and counters with a Swinging Neck breaker dropping Ross to the mat. Quick cover from James.
Edison: Swinging neckbeaker! Early cover!
1.
Kickout.
McNally: No way that would’ve gotten the three, Ross has WAY too much pride to go down so soon.
Edison: You’re right about that, Ross considers himself to BE the pride of America and so to lose in front of in James words “The Beating Heart of American Culture” would be an absolute TRAVESTY in his eyes.
James not surprised quickly bounces up to his feet and starts to slam stamps into the chest of Ross. Ross groans while he flails his arms trying to deflect these shots but they’re in vain as the stamps to the chest continue to connect. James then mounts Ross and starts to deliver repeated right hands to the head knocking the sense out of him further. Ross is getting knocked senseless by this flurry of strikes and it appears that James has the advantage early on but Ross manages to get an arm and swings with one clubbing blow that sends James rolling off him and onto his back. The high-power swing rattling James’ brains from the inside.
McNally: Did a Mr. James Murphy call for a lobotomy? I think he just got one.
Edison: Ross isn’t Starkweather, McNally, Ross is MUCH cooler.
Ross quickly rolls off his back and up to his feet and with a strong clutch on his left wrist he drags James up to his feet. Ross then hooks an arm around James before hitting a 180 Spinning Side Slam dropping James more in the centre of the ring. If James wasn’t disorientated from that swinging shot he will be from that side-slam. Ross makes a quick-cover but James kicks out immediately. Ross pushes himself up off the mat and slaps his chest to a ripple of dismay from the audience. Ross then throws his arms over in an arc downwards to wards James head. He clasps a hold of his face with both hands before using his ears as security to pull him up. Ross then throws James up to his feet and hoists him up for a Reverse Atomic Drop! Right into the knee!
Edison: Knee to the groin! What comes next?!
McNally: Another move perhaps? I mean that’s what I’d do.
Edison: Yeah but WHAT move, WHAT move?
McNally: A Shooting Star Press leg drop?
Edison: You couldn’t pull off a SSP Leg Drop if you were a third of your age and trained by Jack Evans!
McNally: At least I can go an entire match without using a stupid catch-phrase more then once.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:47:10 GMT -5
James hops around clutching his groin briefly while Ross then runs away from James. Ross bounces off the ropes and sprints straight back at the reviving James. Ross throws a huge boot at the Brit Newcomer but instead of gunning him down like it was supposed to James ducks. Ross swings around into yet another knife-edge chop to the chest, which connects. James starts mounting up the offence with even more chops. Ross squawks in pain as he feels the skin of his chest being torn away from these deadly chops. After about 4 chops pushing Ross backwards he’s pushed against the ropes. James hits another knife-edge to the chest and starts to kick him in the leg taking him down a few inches. He starts to beat him to the floor and try as he might Ross can’t mount a comeback.
Edison: Ross is getting his face rocked here! Notice how James is working on that leg? Notice how angry Ross is getting? CONNECTION.
McNally: Definitely.
Ross is now sat on the floor and James is throwing shots to the chest. Ross is disorientated from the rapid-fire attacks, the big man getting beaten down by the rapid-fire approach of from the former GWF Undisputed Champion. James grabs Ross’s ankle and drags him off from his seated against the ropes position out towards the centre of the ring and starts to stamp on his ankle. James is being smart using the game plan of cutting the roots of the tree to take down the redwood and that’s exactly what he goes ahead with. He snaps on a quick Spinning Toe Hold twisting the knee of Ross out of place as Ross slams his arms on the mat. Blood starts to boil inside Ross’s head and James knows full well that the more submission moves you put on Ross the angrier he’ll get but he’s playing this game and looks to be playing it well.
McNally: Textbook spinning toe hold! Ross is getting beaten like a dog here! A dog with one leg!
Edison: Funny you should say that, he might end up with only one working leg of James keeps up these toe-holds!
James breaks the Spinning Toe Hold and steps back starting to stamp on the leg again. Ross grunts in pain not quite in his game yet. James then grabs the left ankle of Ross and then drags him completely to the middle of the ring before turning him onto his front. He then climbs over and locks in a Single Leg-Crab. Ross immediately goes to alleviate the pressure by pushing himself up off his belly garnering him some leverage of his own. James cranks in the pressure to the best of his ability and Ross enduring the pain only starts to get grumpier. Right now on the scale of Ghandi to Angry German Unreal Tournament Kid he is grumpy 5-year old who got kept behind at recess one day and has a vendetta against the teacher. James follows up with even more pressure on the left leg of The World Detonator as the crowd cheer him on.
Edison: What a clutch! That leg offence is taking its toll!
McNally: Of course, you work on a body part and so it will deteriorate! However with every bit of damage James does to that leg it’s all making Ross more and more pissed off!
Of course, the Morning Star is not quite as enthusiastic about the beat-down as everyone else is and struggling to escape this Single Leg Crab. He has a dilemma on his hands and that is the dilemma of whether to exhaust valuable energy by scrambling to the ropes faster then James can drag him away or wait and hope for James to break the hold at the expense of limb damage. Ross is still pretty fuelled up on energy and opts for a slow palm-by-palm crawl towards the ropes. His size advantage helps him and considerably slows down any resistance from James. James tries to but on the same bid as Ross of sustainable submissions, he doesn’t put up a great deal of effort to hold in this Single Leg crab. After about 5 seconds of slow padding across the mat Ross reaches the bottom rope.
Edison: Excellent! He made the bottom-rope! It took him a while but he got there!
McNally: Indeed! He’s trying to conserve energy, which he’ll need much later in this match.
James breaks the clutch with no questions asked wrapping 2 hands around Ross’s left ankle dragging him to the centre of the ring. In a violent reaction, Ross throws his free leg swinging it to catch the grip of James but James moves back allowing Ross to roll onto his back, James with the clutch still in place starts to kick the knee area inflicting more and more pain on his left leg. With more and more pain comes more and more anger and Ross is grimacing. James then twists into another Spinning Toe Hold while planting boots to the chest at the same time. This causes Ross to struggle against the vice grip that James has on him which causes triple the pain and again causes Ross to get triply angry.
Edison: Back to doling out Shades of Funk again I see. Now with extra punishment!
McNally: It worked for The Lord of the Hardcore, it’ll work for James!
Ross’s leg is moderately hurting at the moment, particularly his ankle and he’s and he’s losing his patience with Ross. James continues to crank the pressure so Ross brings up a boot and slams it into the chest. This causes a slight disturbance to Mr. Murphy’s plans. Ross throws a second boot with a great deal of impact, which hits him right in the jaw. James falls back causing slight discomfort to Ross’s leg and he lets out a yell but James has fallen off of him so that little sacrifice was well worth it. Ross rolls onto his front and pushes himself up favouring that left leg ever so slightly. He sees James standing groggy stumbling backwards slightly and he opts for a quick running strike. He sprints and hits an XG-Attack (flying side elbow). James falls backwards into the corner while Ross follows him to dish out punishment.
McNally: Here comes the pain, Ross will tear you limb from limb if you’re stranded in that turnbuckle!!!
Edison:True that!
Ross starts to let a flurry of strikes loose on James. His fists fly to every part of Ross’s body alternating between left and right like a psychopathic gunner. Ross then switches from his left foot back stance to a normal pose and starts to throw rapid fire shots to the stomach. James groans and splutters as the fists pound into his six pack. James swiftly brings his arms down to cover his stomach but when he does Ross adapts and hits a massive throat-thrust to the head at a blinding pace. Within a second of the throat-thrust Ross is grabbing James by the wrist and dragging him out the corner before hoisting him up completely over his head Military Press style. The crowd gasp as Ross drops to one knee bringing James straight down with a VICIOUS Military Press Gutbuster. There’s a close-up of James face and you can see him gasping for air, a battered look on his face. Ross rolls James onto his back and hooks both legs.
Edison: MILITARY GUTBUSTER!!! What a freakin’ shot! James must be dead after that one!
McNally: Cover!!!
1!
2!
Kickout!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:47:35 GMT -5
Ross lets out a heavy breath, slightly surprised at the resilience of James and so he carries on the assault slamming several right hands into the face of Mr. Murphy. Murphy flails trying to get a block but he fails. Ross continues to wail on his face. Ross continues to beat on the former Undisputed Champion and finally he pushes himself up to his feet. Ross bends over and grabs James under his left arm and by his head dragging him up to his feet. With James now on his feet Ross with his left hand grabs James’s hair before yanking him right into a right-armed lariat. James hits the floor and Ross smiles cockily. Ross then lifts up the poor soul and hoists him up for The Gallows Hill! Ross holds James up by his throat clutching his wind-pipe. The lift starts slow but James does not put up much resistance until he’s about a foot in the air. He starts to gasp and splutter beating at Ross’s wrists. The referee gets in Ross’s face beginning to count to five as James tries desperately to escape the clutch. Ross looks up into his eyes with a manic smile before dropping James at the count of 4. He then twirls around and levels James right between the eyes with a Discuss Haymaker. Ross lands on his knees and covers James as he hits the deck.
McNally: What a shot! Pinfall! Right in between the eyes! Lord knows that’ll put you outta’ your misery.
Edison: True that!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Edison: OH! That was close.
Ross looks slightly disgruntled by the resilience but none the less he pulls James up off the floor and starts to go for a series of Rib Breakers. With the weight of carrying James playing a toll, he lifts him up about to slam him but James hits a swift elbow to the temple. James then rolls himself off of Ross’s clutches and delivers a kick right to the left shin of Ross. Ross gasps and he spins around turning his back to him clutching his knee in agony. James capitalizes and leaps up for THE TEST MATCH! James lands back first onto the mat drilling his knees in to the lower spine of Ross. Ross bounces off yelling in pure pain landing on his face. James rolls Ross over and covers.
McNally: TEST MATCH! That’s the first one tonight ladies and gents! PINFALL!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! KICKOUT!
Edison: Not quite yet Mister McNally! Ross is not out of it!
James is shocked but wasting little time he goes straight in for a Standing Leg Drop. James then hits a Standing Elbow Drop to the sternum. He grabs Ross and WHAM. German Suplex! Ross hits the deck and James quickly gets to his feet. He drags Ross up off of his ass and hooks him grabbing his wrist before pulling him into a knee to the stomach. Ross hunched over James then locks in the Pumphandle before dropping him with a VICIOUS ANARCHY DRIVER! Ross loses a tonne of oxygen as it’s pushed out of him from the impact of the slam. James holds the position and is straight in with the cover.
Edison: GOOD GRIEF what strength! How do you lift someone that big?
McNally: Just another of the many mysteries of the universe Edison! Here comes the cover!
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KICKOUT!
McNally: WOW! Props to Ross Lambert for kicking out of that one!
Edison: He may not be the most likeable guy but you have GOT to like his ring ethic.
James stares at the resilient giant and debates his next move. Thinking swiftly he’s right by the leg so he starts to continue the offence to the left leg of Ross. He quickly gets up and snaps in Pain Redefined. but modified onto the left leg. Ross starts to yell yanking at his hair while getting steadily more and more pissed off with James. His blood temperature goes up by a few degrees as he enters the level of “Senator waiting in line to buy Whisky longer then normal because some woman is complimented the clerk on how much of a sweet young boy he is” and going even further into the dreaded territories of “Rena on Rag-Week”. James however ignoring the precautions continues to apply pressure. Ross’s face contorts even more with anger and he starts to slam the mat more violently. That’s when something strange, Hell, completely unexpected happens.
Edison: What on Earth is that… that was a perfect Figure-4 that he calls Pain Redefine but what is Ross do-… WOW.
McNally: THAT is something special.
Ross uses a HUGE amount of brute strength and some clawing at the ankles to break the hold from the inside. James looks shocked as he can feel himself losing his grip. After a few seconds of struggling the hold is completely broken. Ross’s legs are hurting like crazy but he’s free and he’s angry as fuck. Ross and James quickly bound to their feet but Ross is quicker. He flies straight at James grabbing his neck as James backs into a corner. Ross presses right up into his face strangling every last breath out of him. The Gallows Hill followed by the Spinning Haymaker is going to be the last attempted pinfall from Ross until he felt that James has suffered enough. James has woken up a sleeping giant. Ross starts to knee James violently in the stomach as James continues to cough looking like he’s about to throw up.
McNally: I have to say that James has quite possibly the best lunch-retention skills I have ever seen.
Edison: True that, knees to the gut a-plenty. He does look about to bork though!
Ross then hits a flying elbow to the side of the head before taking about 10 steps back. He then hits a MASSIVE Tribute to the Fallen brutally smashing up James face with the boot. James sinks to a sat position. Ross scoops James up though and lifts him up with the Military Press. Followed by a 180 spin he drops James face-first into the turnbuckle. He bounces off it and lands in perfect position for a top-rope move as the crowd boo and hiss. Ross starts to climb the top-rope wasting no time before turning and leaping off with a MASSIVE Diving Knee Drop! The move which has busted open many a foe does not connect as James rolls quickly out of the way under the bottom rope. Ross sees James escaping and quickly seeks to chase after him.
Edison: AIR ROSS LAMBERT! OH but he misses!
McNally: James is making a quick exit!
James sees Ross and goes to turn around the ring-post as Ross sprints towards him, however instead of turning the corner James quickly flings his legs forward doing 3 acts to Ross that piss him off at once all in the form of a Drop Toe-Hold. The leg tripping is on the left leg which is his weaker leg, it’s one of those quick-witted moves that stumps out giants and he landed face-first into the ring post. The crowd yell “Ooh!!!” as Ross hasn’t quite noticed the long-lasting impact of this decisively timed blow. Ross starts to smell something as he walks and starts to chase James. He sniffs in and smells a familiar, sweet scent. Blood dribbles into his mouth and he laps it up with his tongue. His rage level has now shot up finally reaching the level of “Feminist Militant Lesbian who has just been groped by a builder”. Something has also caught his ear, “You Ess Ay, You Ess Ay”… “USA!”, chants are ringing through the audience and he is about inches from going berserk.
Edison: I can’t remember what comedian said that he has a face like he’s just seen his 57 year old boss sleeping with his 12 year old daughter, with of course the added blood..
McNally: That is what I like to call an Edisonism! Lovely mental image there Eddie! Ross is PISSED however and now he’s tasting a good pint of his own blood. Heart-warming way to kick off Omega Effect, wouldn’t you agree Eddie?
James rolls under the bottom rope as Ross starts to give chase. James runs into the ring and sprints towards the opposite ropes as Ross slides under the bottom rope. As Ross gets up James is bouncing back with a twisted boot to the head but Ross catches this. He spins him around and hits a flying XG-Attack but grabs his wrist to stop him falling to the floor. Ross yanks him right back into a kick to the stomach followed by Crippling Losses. James hits the mat and a twisted, evil little idea enters Ross’s head. He spits a wad of blood on the floor and looks again at his opponent James. Ross grabs James by his hair yanking him up violently. The crowd boo as Ross throws a knee to the gut before he hoists him up for The Myth Breaker but fearing a Soulnado James immediately throws an elbow into Ross’s head before sliding down the back. James hits the SECOND Test Match of the night! Ross lands on his face again and as James rolls to his feet, Ross’s anger revives him.
McNally: WOW! Ross was dishing it but James got all of that test match! WAIT, LOOK AT THIS! Ross is straight back up!
Edison: When you’re as pissed off as Ross is, you could get shot in the chest and be back on your feet in a heartbeat!!! The tempo is kicking up here, look at this!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:47:50 GMT -5
James runs to the nearest corner as Ross begins to give chase. James turns to Ross as his back is in the corner. Ross sprints in for a turnbuckle strike but James dodges and hits a flying punch to the face to stun Ross. James turns and sprints before running straight back in for The Decapitator! James however did not expect Ross to catch the boot!!! Ross throws James’s boot down and runs into James with a shoulder barge lifting him up onto his shoulders. The crowd boo loudly as Ross runs into the centre of the ring and nails ALL of a SOULNADO!!! With Ross’s aggression he practically flattens James into the mat. Ross rubs hair out of his eyes and spits blood to the side looking at James lying flat-out on to the floor. Ross drapes his arm over James and he KNOWS that he has this won. Booing ripples through the audience. Edison: DANGEEEEEERRROUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!McNally: GOOD NIGHT James Murphy!!! That’s the end of that chapter!ONE!
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THRE-JAMES GETS THE SHOULDER UP!Edison: OH MY SCIENCE! HE KICKED OUT!!!The crowd start to burst into a applause and cheers for the rookie ACW warrior. He’s kicked out of Ross’s strongest move and Ross is for lack of a better word, flabbergasted. The crowd know from just this, the opening contest alone that they’re in for one Hell of a show. Ross wipes a wave of sweat off of his forehead, 500% shocked out of his mind. He realizes thought that if one explosive is not enough then another will do the trick. He lifts James up and hits him with Silence of The Lambs! James is dropped right onto the knee and he explodes again with oxygen. Ross smiles as he knows he has him EXACTLY where he wants him. For good measure he drags him up and hits a Battery Spinebuster! BUT WAIT! James counters with a DDT! Ross’s head bounces off the mat! James rolls Ross onto his back and makes the cover with a smile on his face as Ross feels his brain being flipped upside down like a pink and squishy pancake. Edison: What a great counter! This is going from great to EPIC! This is a CLASSIC.McNally: I can testify to that and THIS is only the opening contest!Edison: Are you kidding me?!?! Seriously, only the first match?!?! This is MAIN. EVENT. QUALITY. Wait he’s going for the cover!ONE!
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THR-KICKOUT!Edison: BADDA-BAM! Kickout by Ross! That man has guts!McNally: This is INCREDIBLE! Shot after shot after shot, he just WON’T give up!Using every last bit of strength he has Ross throws up a worn out arm to escape the pinfall. The crowd cheer the efforts of Mr. Lambert as James now feels it is his own time to try and pick up the win. James picks up Ross and attempts to lock in The Wrist Clutch which signals the beginning of The Gunnerdrop but as James tries to lift him he realizes that he cannot physically lift Ross Lambert. His energy is TOO drained. Ross however capitalizes on his close proximity and slams an elbow to the neck before hoisting up James Murphy onto his shoulders. James Murphy with lightning reactions though instead of the elbow starts to claw face of Ross causing more and more blood to dribble out of his face. Edison: WOAH! Look at all that blood now! He’s really oozing out of the face here!McNally: He looks like he bathed in paint!Ross turns to try and look at James and see if he can grab him but James uses this as an opportunity to deliver a CRUSHING elbow right into the bridge of the nose. There’s an audible crack and Ross feels a load of blood start to rush to his head. James looks slightly disturbed but with Ross screaming in pain he slides down the back. James hits THE TEST MATCH! for the severalth time tonight. Ross bounces off into a seated position quickly regaining his stance. James stalks Ross from behind as Ross twists and turns trying to stop the blood from his nose feeling HUGE amounts of pain and shock from the impact of the swift, careless elbow. McNally: WOAH! I THINK Ross might have a broken nose! Check it out!!!Edison: Half the ring is drenched with Ross’s All-American hating blood!James finally delivers the coup de grace, a kick to the stomach followed by the wrist-clutch. It takes EVERY LAST GRAIN of energy for James to finally hit THE GUNNERDROP! The crowd roar with applause and delight as James manages to lift Ross slamming him at breakneck pace driving him and all of his weight onto his neck. Ross bounces slightly and the camera gets a birds eye view of the ring showing both men laying on the mat. We then get a close up of Ross and see all the blood oozing out of his nose down his face and chest. The crowd explode with delight as the commentators do a festive dance. The crowd are fired up already and this is ONLY the opening contest. Ross coughs and splutters blood as he lies unconscious on the floor. James finally makes the slow and painstaking crawl towards his prey who lies centre of the ring. He attempts a half-hearted arm drape but then realizes he wants the full cover. James falls over on Ross and hooks the leg. McNally: THIS IS IT! HE HIT THE GUNNERDROP!Edison: DANGEROOOUUUSSSSS!McNally:The Cover!ONE!
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DING! DING-DING-DING-DING!Phillip Jones: Here is your winner as a result of pinfall… JAMES MURRRPPHHHYYYYYYYYYY!Edison: OH MY SCIENCE HE DID IT!McNally: In an absolute ballbuster of a match James won his first Omega Effect against seasoned veteran Ross Lambert! Ross earned a HELL of a lot of brownie points tonight but THAT was the perfect victory for the perfect new superstar! That was an instant classic!Edison: If that was just an opener, then the rest of the card is going to be off the freaking wall!James rolls onto his back as Ocean Planet hits. He wipes an entire ocean of sweat off of his head as the crowd explodes with delight. The commentary desk is a sea of happiness and the crowd are all chanting “MUR-PHY! MUR-PHY!” over and over again. A huge beaming glow erupts over James face as it dawns on him that he put away his first ACW challenge on the greatest stage of them all in a match that could’ve damn well stolen the show! The referee helps James up and he celebrates by raising one arm in the air. Ross lies completely still in the centre as his sweat starts to seep into the mat and his blood congeals into his skin. James looks down at the unconscious sod. In a surprising show however, Ross’s arm juts up straight, his palm out stretched. James is taken by surprise by this but duly shakes the hand feeling even prouder of himself. Edison: Ross Lambert is showing him the utmost respect here. I don’t think he has EVER shaken another mans hand in his life.McNally: And that respect is TRULY well earnt.He starts to roll out of the ring and head up the ramp as EMT’s drag out a stretcher for Ross. Ocean Planet continues to blare out as James heads through the curtain the winner of his first Omega Effect match… Edison: Congratulations James Murphy, you’re well on your way to solidifying your Alpha Championship Wrestling legacy!McNally: Now that James has put Ross away on the grandest stage in ACW and pro-wrestling in its entirety he has no more loose ends from GWF and he can officially become one with Alpha Championship Wrestling.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:48:21 GMT -5
Segment: Another chapter in their rivalry (Credit: BK London)
On this night, where anything and everything can happen, one man gets ready for one of the biggest rematches of his life on the biggest stage of them all, Omega Effect IV. But what makes this different that most other wrestlers on the roster is that, he's in his hometown of New York City.
Throughout his younger years, he remembers coming to Madison Square Garden with his dad to see the wrestlers comepete. He remembers being there at Wrestlemania X when he saw that spectacular Ladder Match between Shawn Michaels and Razor Ramon. He remembers being there 10 years later at Wrestlemania XX, watching Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero stand in middle of that ring - both as World Champions.
This building holds a lot of history within it, and history will definitely be made again as he steps out onto that stage.
BK London continues to wrap the tape around his right hand, getting himself prepared to land blow after blow to the facial features of his advesary. After ripping off the roll of tape, he punches the palm of his left hand a few times before looking into the camera. It's promo time, and BK London's in that state of mind.
BK London: So you've decided to accept the match, huh Victor? You've decided to step into the ring - ONE MORE TIME - with the greatest wrestler to walk the hollowed halls here in ACW. There's only one word that could describe your decision: asinine. That's right, asinine. Out of everyone currently on the ACW roster, YOU of all people should know exactly what I am capable of. Over the past four years we've stole the show several times, and on most of those occasions - I emerged the winner. And why? Because I am better than you. And it seems you can't accept that, can you? It eats away at you while you're sitting home, making a gluttonous sloth out of yourself.
BK London punches his palm once more.
BK London: There was a time in ACW, where I was below you Victor. Back in the early days, you remember...you remember the first match I had with you, that tables match. And then later that year, our hellacious Streetfight at Samhain, I remember it almost perfectly. Do you remember what I said after that match Latino? After you stormed out of the ring and I had a little conversation with your wife? I do.
With this, the Alphatron shows a clip from nearly four years ago at Samhain after BK London's career altering match with Latino.
London: I gave it my best…I have no regrets.
London turns around to the crowd.
London: I just want to thank all my incredible fans…..did you guys enjoy that?
The response is immediate and thunderous, and London grins.
London: Then what more can I say?
We return to the scene, and this time its a shot from the side of BK London as the moonlight shines through his locker room window.
BK London: Back then, I did it all for the fans. I was young, naive, and I hoped that with a group of supporters I could go onto bigger and better things in ACW. But it was just one disappointment after another, until I decided to distance myself from them. Then, I quickly rose up the ranks and became the biggest name in ACW today. Bigger than Macho Man RDK, bigger than Alicia Kitsune, bigger than The Senator, bigger than yourself! I did things that you could only wish of doing, break records that you couldn't even begin to fathom. Soon enough, you were the one below me - YOU were the one opening the shows and I was the one closing them. I was - and AM - the top dog in ACW, and you were nowhere to be seen on the pecking order.
BK London smiles to himself, even has a nice chuckle to himself as he reminsces of the path.
BK London: Its four years down the road, and while things change - some stay the same. The roster of four years ago is gone, but I am still here - and I am still on top. I am still the most talked about man on the ACW roster, and no one - NO ONE can stop me. Whereas you, you're still nowhere to be seen. Now - NOW you decide you want to get your name back throughout the backstage rumblings of ACW by accepting Gingerdude's offer to face me in the match. To represent ACW you say, to represent the fans you say. You know what I say? I say you're still the talentless, attention whore you were back in the day. You want to accept this match Latino? Well I'm going to show you why I am the baddest man in ACW today. I'm going beat the living shit out of you until you won't be able to BREATHE! Latino, you should've stayed your ass home and ordered the PPV like everyone else...now, I am going to show you why the baddest name in the English language today is...BK...London!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:48:57 GMT -5
”Did it get to him? What do you think? Were you proved wrong?” (JAMES MURPHY)
“That was amazing, that was immense.. that was AWESOME! I feel so alive right now, God what a great feeling, being out there in-front of the Madison Square Garden fans. Fighting for their cause against an anti-American. Their support, their rallying cries. They pushed me forward tonight. So this is what ACW can offer me? When I was told of it, I thought it was the same old story, made up to make the company seem as amazing as possible so that the most people would apply for a job, but here. It was the real thing, the atmosphere that was generated in that building tonight was amazing. And it was only the opening match! What would it be like when I finally reached the top of the ladder…the peak of the mountain, the pinnacle of the business. That was a thrill that I needed, I have to have it, from now on. That is what I work towards…
Murphy was walking back from the arena after his match, a victory against the dangerous Ross Lambert, as everyone expected, it was hard fought, very hardly contested. After the pre-match displays, it was down to the two to raise their games and test themselves. They both did, and what a test it was. But Murphy managed to gain the win, a massive win. ACW’s greatest event of the year, and Murphy won the opening match after a month and a half in the company, it was stuff of legend…
However, as you may have seen, Murphy was doubted by many, any people tonight and in the days leading to this event. As Murphy waited in the gorilla position for his over-exaggerated entrance. He thought back to what they all said, all of the sly, snide comments and the blatant acts of ignorance. And as he thought about them, the adrenaline flowed through his veins, and he was ready. But as someone who was working pointed out to him, he needed something to fight for. A reason, not an emotion, and on that stage he found his reason. To prove to every doubter in the ACW company that James Murphy was the real deal, here to stay and a threat. Tonight, he beat Ross Lambert and broke his nose. He accomplished the first step of this tonight. Now after doing this, he had to pay a little visit to someone.
Walking through the halls of an arena was never a nice experience after a match, you’re tired and drained and just want to rest. But this HAD to be done, there was no choice. IF Murphy was to begin to achieve his goal….
”Where the hell is this place, God you think they would make it easier to actually find your way around here…Wait isn’t this it?
Murphy had returned to the area were he was questioned by the two workers earlier on in the day, the corridor was now empty, but the two workers remained, Murphy walked up to the slowly, and the workers noticed him. No words were exchanged, just a solemn nod of the head each way, he had shown them. Murphy then set off to his locker room, to get sorted to enjoy the rest of the evening, with a satisfied thought it his head.
Two people convinced…A whole company to go.[/b]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 14:49:38 GMT -5
Segment: Still in a Dream... (Credit: FSX)
Nothing can possibly last forever, right? No matter how storied it may be, or how long it may have lasted, there is an inevitability that everything must come to an end. Truly it is unfortunate, so most will go out of their way in attempt to prevent such a thing from occurring. On occasion they will in fact succeed as well, and put off what will undoubtedly occur for a short while longer. Some may consider them the Doctors of all facts of life in that sense, though most won't. It's just a simple enough truth that the end is always sitting around the corner, and waiting patiently for that moment that you slip up in some manner of life...that you make a mistake that can only be deemed as permanent, and have no choice but to surrender to your error. But when the inevitable comes knocking...will you be ready?
Maybe you will be, but it's doubtful you'll ever be fully prepared for such a thing. Still, it will always soften the blow to know that it's happening on such a grand stage...and that may just be the most satisfying thing about it. One can never truly know until they see such a situation themselves, and even then they may not be entirely open about it all. For Fallen, however, he seemed rather content and pleased as he made his arrival to the arena tonight. There was no place more acclaimed in the world then Madison Square Garden, and the fact that he would be headlining such a massive event at the questionably most famous arena in the world? Well, by the look in his eyes you could tell he was just a bit nervous...but who wouldn't be? This was it, and this could be the end of everything if he wasn't careful...
FSX: So this is really all happening after all, then? That's weird...I usually wake up by this point. Oh well! I may as well keep up with it all, however! After all, it'll make for awesome thing to tell people about later!
Grinning now for a moment to himself, Fallen's expression seemed to change almost entirely as he said this, beginning to hum a tune to himself softly as he began his walk toward the backstage area, no intent on staying very long in the parking lot. If this was something that he honestly believed, or something that he was simply saying for the moment was yet to be seen, though one may immediately be made quite well aware that by that consistent look in his eyes he may just be playing around...after all, he had to lighten the mood somehow.
FSX: Now that I think about it...I usually don't have such a vivid memory of the past parts of the dream without them actually being real...But that would just be ridiculous! It's far too far fetched to believe I'm actually about to headline Omega Effect! I mean...think about it! I mean, I wasn't even around for the last one of these..and from that I'm going to Main Event the next? Noo..that's just ridiculous
Perhaps simply putting himself over in a glorious fashion at this point, Fallen looks away from the camera for a moment to hide the broken expression of joy on his face. It was all so real now, and it was all so fabulous! This is the sort of thing that many are only able to dream about, and he's getting the chance to go ahead and do it?! Unbelievable! But still, it wouldn't be much longer before he'd have no choice but to express his feelings!
FSX: Then again, if this was really a dream I probably wouldn't be thinking it was a dream well I was still dreaming...That would mean that I'm awake right now, and trying to believe that the last few months weren't real? Why though...? Oh, that's right! Because their too unbelievably good to be true! I've overcome all the odds, and I made it to the top....That's just....wow!
Turning now to face the camera as he comes to a stop at the entrance of the backstage area, he was seen grinning blatantly from ear to ear. Such a wonderful feeling...who could possibly bottle it up? Even if nothing was a definite he was clearly living his dreams, and that wasn't about to simply go away! There was a glimmer of disbelief in the whole matter, and one might even go so far as to think it all was in actuality just a dream...but no dream lasts forever, and Fallen was hoping this one wouldn't become a nightmare by the end of the night. After all, he had everything to lose and everything to gain...anything could happen.
FSX: From here on I finish the quest, right? I go out there and beat Sarin, then claim the World Title as my own! Prove that anyone from anywhere has what it takes to reach the top, and sell the rights to my story to Paramount...But am I really do for such a happy ending? I mean, I'm probably getting ahead of myself here. I still have to beat someone who hasn't lost for years, and has proven herself better then me in the past...in fact, I've never come all that close to beating her. What makes today any different?
Voice: Nothing at all, Fallen.
Pausing for a moment as he hadn't expected an answer to his question, if only for the simple reason that he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, Fallen would push open the doors to the backstage area now. Of course that's where such a person would be listening in, and it came to no surprise as to who was eavesdropping. Had the Chairman truly dropped to such a point where this was the only way he could ruin the lives of his employees? Perhaps, though Fallen didn't appear to care whatsoever of his appearance. In fact, he seemed a bit amused that Ginger had yet to give up on ruining him...it was clearly too late, after all.
FSX: Only appropriate that you show up one more time, Ginger. After all, the show hasn't really gotten underway just yet! So what's the plan this time around? How are you going to try and make me drop out of the match now? Weeping over how my career would be wasted on a single chance? Telling me that there isn't a point to me even trying, because victory is impossible? Or maybe your just going to rant about how much of a waste of time I am....Well? Which is it?!
Ginger: I don't need to repeat myself, Fallen. You already know all of these things are true, even if you won't admit it. No...this time around I'm well aware there isn't a damn thing I can do to stop you, and I have no choice but to accept that. Your going to go out there, and your going to prove to the world once and for all that your worthless. That you caused this show to perform worse then you could of, and that Alpha Championship Wrestling just isn't what it used to be.
That was an evident fact before it was even brought up, as everything changes as time progresses. Nothing will ever remain the same, and it should really come as no surprise that ACW has become a different enigma then it once was. The fact, however, that the Chairman is implying the company is worse off then it once was a few years ago is quite unsettling, as one would believe his support would be alongside his own business. Perhaps that wasn't the intent of such a statement as a whole, though a confused Fallen seemed to view it as such.
FSX: You know what? Your right. This company isn't what it was a few years ago, and it will never return to being that way...but is that a bad thing? It's inevitable that things evolve over time, and that people evolve over time..but since when is that something to be so disgusted over? Those from back then are amazing, and they will always be amazing...but chances are alot of them will never come back. I wish they would, but they have other things that they do now. I'd like to think, though, that I've reached that level by now. That giving my all in the hope that others can reach this level too is enough to prove that, and that absolutely anyone can be at the top!
Ginger: Is that what you honestly think, Fallen? I could of sworn you were smarter then that, but it seems that you are indeed as dumb as you look. You'll never be the star that the likes of Ridley and RDK were. No one will ever come to a show with the sole intent of seeing you, and I think you know it. That's why I'm sort of happy about tonight. Pleased that despite the fact it will end up a disaster, some good will come out of it...
Quirking what could only be clarified as a grin, Ginger looked prepared to land yet another blow on the number one contender. This was almost becoming a routine for him, as he had done so several times over the past few months. Still, it never ceased to be as satisfying as the last for him, and he was sure that this would be no different...however Fallen already seemed to be quite bored with him. Could it be possible that he finally has stopped caring whatsoever what the Chairman has to say? Wouldn't be the worse of decisions that he's made of late.
FSX: Well, you may as well go ahead and say whatever your going to say. Though let it be known that it doesn't really matter what you think anymore. No matter what happens tonight you've failed, and I was at the top of the show despite your wishes!
Ginger: At least it will be the last show I ever have to see you on, Fallen. I might of failed so far, but Sarin won't. This is the end of your career, and I couldn't be happier about that. It's been a fun run, but it's over. You won't overcome this last challenge, and you will never be on the top of this company. Tonight you will wave goodbye to your few fans, and fade to obscurity. The fact is that everyone is a winner by the end of the night...except for you. Please, give that some real thought before your match. Declare it untrue, and think of it as a simple attempt to get in your head. The fact is that even if your focused, Sarin will win. So let this be my goodbye to you, Fallen. Too bad you were so dense as to give up everything.
Simply pointing out toward Fallen, Ginger would glare into the eyes of the man that had evolved into his foe over the past few months. Fallen was nothing but a thorn to his plans of late, and he saw this as the ideal opportunity to get rid of him. He hadn't intended to risk the standing of his largest show of the year in order to do so, but everyone has had to make sacrifices. Not about to stick around and wait for Fallen to make some sort of witty comment to his words, Ginger quickly turned and rushed around a corner. He had many other to stifle this evening, after all. Fallen simply stood there for a few moments, perhaps even giving thought to the words that had just been spoken to him, before shaking his head slightly.
FSX: ...Goodbye, huh? Well, that doesn't matter anymore. I couldn't be happier with where I am, and I'll meet whatever fate awaits me after this is all over...
Returning to his walk through the backstage area, the confidence in Fallen's eyes had made it's return. It had been a good while since he felt so content with what was now inevitable, why would he fall under the spell of worry at a time like this? It didn't matter if this was his last show, after all...he was content with the matter. Happy that he had been able to achieve his dreams, and accomplish more then he every had in the past. Putting himself out there and distancing himself from others had been a rather difficult problem for him, but it helped him grow to a point he would of never imagined...Would this be it, though? Maybe it is just his time...
Fade to black.
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