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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:10:23 GMT -5
Snake runs to the rope and shoulder blocks Spade off the apron into damn near the crowd, as the fans yell in happiness of getting a ACW superstar so close to them. While Snake inside has forgotten about Garth, who rises behind him with a roll-up!
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….kickout!
Both men quickly get up and waste no time in trading lefts and rights to each other’s faces. Snake with lefts, Garth with rights, Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Right! Right! Garth begins to land enough blows, to which Snakes staggers back near the ropes, Garth lands a final right punch, and as Snake takes a rest on the ropes, Garth charges at him with his whole body! Sending both men over the top onto the mat below!
Edison: Update: Dan White is down. Spade is somewhere in the nose bleeds, and we got two behemoths nearly passed out on the mat below… I love it!
McNally: Somebody has to get in that ring before the ref counts to ten, or we’re gonna see not only a count out victory at Omega Effect, but no new tag champs.
Edison: In that case… GET UP SOMEBODY, QUICK!
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2! Garth is stirring, getting to one knee.
3! Snake does the same, but in a slower pace, feeling the impact from the fall more.
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5! Garth is up, he rolls inside of the ring, takes a breath and rolls back out, not even close to being done with Snake. He sees Snake at both feet, holding the ring post, and presumably taking a breather. Garth obviously must hate when other people breath his air, because he charges at full speed to Snake with a Big Boot!… No! Snake dodges just in time, and Garth rams his own leg into the ring post as he drops to the mat in pain, clutching his leg. Snake begins to kick his leg, before rolling in the ring to break the count. Snake leaves Garth in his agony, and he removes the steel steps from each other. Snake grabs the top one, as he lifts it by its sides and raises it into the air, slowly walking with it. He gets ready to break Garth’s leg… but Johnny Spade comes out of nowhere and hits Snake with a SPEAR! He then stays mounted over him and shoots out rapid punches to the face of Snake, before getting up and yelling “Yeah!” to the fans approval.
Edison: Spade easily wins the “Where the fuck did he come from?!?” Award here at Omega Effect tonight.
McNally: Yes, but he needs to win the “Get your partner in the ring, so that you can win by countout and become Tag Champs” Award.
Edison: We don’t have one of those!
Spade takes his attention of building momentum, and he sees the ref counting, he grabs Garth, and he slowly gets his partner up, and into the ring. He rolls in with him, then proceeds to let the count go!
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6! Snake is getting up, and he grabs the apron, but Spade quickly kicks him the face with a baseball slide, knocking him 3 ft. back!
Edison: Oh my god! They’re gonna win!
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1-…Before the ref can continue, DAN WHITE COMES IN AND CLUBS THE REF IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A CHAIR! The ref falls to the mat, knocked out as Spade turns around sees him as well… *Crack*… Dan then waits for Garth to get up, and he does holding his leg… which Dan hits directly! Garth falls to the mat screaming in pain, as Dan looks pissed, well at least we guess he looks pissed, judging by HIS FACE BEING COVERED IN BLOOD!!!
Edison: Hey McNally, do you think Garth may have broke his quad?
McNally: Judging by the impact of that chair shot, he might have. Plus, now we need a new ref, the one we have now is screwed.
Dan yells at Snake, telling him to get in. Snake is getting up, before sliding in the ring softly and looking at the carnage.
Rattlesnake: What the fuck did you do?
Dan: I improvised.
Snake shrugs and he looks over to Spade with intensity in his eyes. He picks him up, and throws him over his shoulder, he runs to the turnbuckle and drops him down with a Snake Eyes! Not being done yet, he grabs Spade up again, throwing him back over his shoulder and down to another turnbuckle! Spade looks to be pretty damaged, but Snake laughs anyway and picks Spade up, and once again back over his shoulder, Snake stops and throws his arm up in the air, to a mixed reaction, as he goes for the next turnbuckle… but Spade somehow jumps off and dropkicks Snake into it himself! Dan who is on the other side stomping on Garth quickly sees this and runs over to Spade, turning him around and hitting him with Rights! Spade is taken back by the punches, until his instinct kicks in again and he ducks a punch by Dan, he turns around and grabs White… S - Drop #3! White is down, and Snake has recovered from the dropkick, he turns the momentum filled Spade around and grabs him by the neck… CHOKESLAM! Snake drops to his knees and pins…
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Edison: I think he forgot about the whole “partner rampaging” thing.
McNally: He better remember, I don’t see a ref running down.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:10:38 GMT -5
Snake realizes what White did, and he gets up starting to stomp on Spade. He continues the stomping, while yelling at the fans and screaming their gonna win the titles. He gets off of Spade, and goes to the ropes and raises his arms in the air, getting a mixed reaction. He smiles, as none other than GooeyGarth slowly starts to rise behind him, limping on one leg.
Edison: Do not turn around Rattlesnake!
Snake doesn’t heed Edison’s warning, and turns around being met by the angry giant known as Garth! Garth pokes Snake in the eye with his thumb, before grabbing Snake’s head, and head butting, once, twice, three times! Snake looks dazed as Garth raises both of his arms in the air… and smashes him down to the collarbone area of Snake! Not allowing Snake to escape, he spins him around and kicks him in the back of the knee, then rakes his back! Garth then finally grabs Snake by his hair and pulls him into his knee!
Edison: Garth has just unleashed the beast within!
McNally: I bet you’ve been waiting to say that all match.
Edison: Of course!
Garth doesn’t pin Rattlesnake, and instead focuses on Dan White. He walks over to him, who is using the ropes for leverage to get up. Garth assist him further by lowering his head underneath White’s legs, and lifting him up in position for Electric Chair Drop… Dan looks dazed sitting atop Garth, until Dan’s face shows a shocked expression, and he twists his body around, and uses his legs to flip Garth over with a Hurricarana! Which sends Garth over the top rope to the mat below!
Edison: What a doof!
McNally: I would shut up about now Eddie, he’s right in front of us.
White drops to his knees, and looks through the second rope at Garth smiling, he looks down and screams out “WEAK!” as he rises to his feet. As he turns around Spade kicks him in the gut and lifts Dan into a fall away slam position, Spade then throws Dan out and spins him around, slamming down to the mat hard with a impactful Silver Spade! Spade covers, and as he does, a new ref finally comes running down to the ring, he runs, and runs down the unusually long ramp, and he finally slides in and starts the count…
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…….3!! NO! Snake comes in with a boot to Spade’s head, and stops the count that would have surely meant defeat for WhiteSnake. Snake grabs Spade’s head and drags him to the middle of the ring, and lifts Spade onto his shoulders… he spins him around in the air, and drops him to the mat with the Snakebite! Snake crawls over to Spade as he covers…
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*ding, ding*
Phillip Jones: YOUR WINNERS…. AND THE NEWWWWWWW ACW TAG TEAM CHAMPIOOONNSSSS…. WHIIITTTEEEESNAKKKKEEEE!!!!
The ref leaves the ring, and grabs the encased tag titles from Phillip Jones, as he slides back in, and hands Snake and White their titles respectively. White lays on the mat, taking deep breaths, with a smile on his face, while Snake is standing and holds the title in the air.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:12:24 GMT -5
Segment: Unleashed (CREDIT: Chris Cooley)
A white pickup is parked out in the parking lot and once again 'Cowboy' Chris Cooley is situated in the back, drinking another beer.
Tom, an employee of ACW, goes to check on him.
Tom - Hey, long time no see. You been quiet as of late? Is everything ok?
CC - What? Who are you? Go away.
Tom - I'm Tom, remember? You just havent said anything in awhile, and after you just got up and left after your match, people have thought that maybe you didn’t want to be here.
CC - *sighs* You know why I haven’t said anything, or avoiding everyone? It's because I don’t want to be around anyone.
Tom - But why? They're really a nice bunch of people once you get to know them....
CC - You know nothing, little man. You see? When your a new guy like me, coming in all cocky and confident, then the people here start to resent you, because they are jealous of just who I am and what i do. I know it, and they know it. I am the greatest superstar to ever grace ACW.
Tom - But, you’re 0 and 2. You haven’t won here. How are you the greatest?
CC – Didn’t you see my last match? They put 2 guys against me? 2 guys! Thats unfair, thats a handicap. They know just how good I am.
Tom - Who do?
CC - The heads of this place. They don’t want me becoming ACW Champion, so they put me in handicap matches, to make things unfair.
Tom - I don’t think that's the reason....
CC - What do you know, anyways? Your just a...what exactly is it that you do here?
Tom - I....
CC - Look, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care anyways. In fact, what are you still doing here? Get the hell outta here!!!!
Cooley throws a beer bottle toward Tom, who barely gets out of the way as it almost took his head off. Tom retreats back toward the arena, as Cooley grabs another beer.
CC - Why does that asshole always bug me? I am sick of him. Where was I? Oh yeah.
ACW, you thought I was just another superstar? You got another thing coming, and if the heads of ACW try and fuck me around again, I will come after each and every one of you. I dare any ACW superstar to challenge me, I dare you, and I will give you a one way ticket to the afterlife, for I am Chris Cooley, and if you don’t like it. Deal With It!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:12:41 GMT -5
“To Speak to God, Press Zero” Credit: Zero, Thunderkiss [Backstage things are more hectic than normal for ACW’s big night. Countless scores of reporters, thousands of miles of cable and droves of security litter what is normally a very private area for those employed by the company. Be that as it may, near the back of the Garden the locker room area remains quiet due to the nerves of the wrestlers that now call this place home. One of those very wrestlers has been able to keep his cool thus far, but with the sudden and most unexpected appearance from a ghost from the past, his demeanor changes like the wind.] Thunderkiss: Just the man I was looking for. Zero :: What the?! ....You...Get the hell out of--wait. You were looking...for ME?! [/color] Thunderkiss: Oh, I remember you alright, but more importantly, I remember what you can do! Zero :: What I can do? What, so you're just going to come on in here like nothing happened and ask me for a forever? Fuck off. [/color] Thunderkiss: You are going to talk to God for me. Zero :: ...WHAT?! [/color] Thunderkiss *screaming*: I SAID YOU ARE GOING TO TALK TO GOD FOR ME! ARE YOU DEAF?! Zero :: Alright...DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! AND WHERE THE HELL DO YOU GET OFF JUST BARGING IN HERE AND TELLING JAY ZERO WHAT TO DO?! WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE AIDEN--or...or WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE NOW! THESE AREN'T YOUR PRECIOUS ENTOURAGE DAYS ANYMORE WHERE YOU CAN JUST ORDER ME AROUND! YOU BROKE THOSE TIES ALREADY, SO DO YOURSELF A FAVOR, AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT! YOU ROIDED UP FREAK! [/color] [Thunderkiss has not the patience. Within a fraction of a second his hands latch themself onto Jay’s frame and yank him from his cozy spot on his bench and places him on a surface not so welcoming, the wall.] ~!~WHAM~!~ Zero :: Gaah! [/color] Thunderkiss: Ask him why he has forsaken me. Zero :: GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF ME! [/color] Thunderkiss: ASK HIM!!! [Jay remembers his stint when he believed he had an experience with divine intervention. Since that was shortly before he and Thunderkiss parted ways, he is able to put a finger on TK’s bizarre behavior. Sick and tired of his treatment by this man, he construes a plan to free himself, but not before giving TK a heavy doze of that famous Jay Zero sarcasm.] Zero :: Alright fine! You want to talk to God? Hm? [/color] [Zero looks up into the eyes of Thunderkiss and decides to make this as quick as he can...] Zero :: Well -- Kiss see this mirror right here? All you gotta do is take a look inside and there you will find who you're looking for! [/color] [Jay points towards a large, vertical mirror and Thunderkiss turns his eyes towards it.] Thunderkiss: What kind of crock of shit is this?! Nothing's there! Zero :: No, No. He's there. I can see him right now! [/color] Thunderkiss: -- All I see is you! Zero :: Bingo...You see Thunderkiss, it's quite simple. Jay Zero doesn't talk to this one you call "God" anymore, because quite frankly -- I don't need him! [/color] Thunderkiss: Well -- I do! Zero :: And the reason WHY Jay Zero doesn't need him! Is quite frankly because -- there's another God that's even stronger. Wiser. [/color] Thunderkiss: I don't care who! Just talk to them! Zero :: You REALLY want to know what he has to say? Fine! [/color] [Zero stares into the mirror at himself with cocky smirk on his face.] Zero :: Mirror mirror on the wall--who is the most stunning of them all! [/color] Thunderkiss: What? What is this?! Zero :: Oh--what's that? Oh, haha, I agree! But enough about how freakishly gorgeous I am! This man here -- Thunderkiss wants to know why you have forsaken him! Oh? mhm! Yeah..Oh, I ---I guess![/color] Thunderkiss: What?! What's he saying!? Zero :: Oh yes, yes, I'll tell him! Kiss -- why this is quite embarrassing but...He mentioned something about you being a two timing, disgrace to society who should rot in hell for all of eternity! [/color] Thunderkiss: ....Wha Zero :: AKA, you're a complete douchebag! [/color] [Zero drives his knee directly into TK’s gut knocking the wind right out of his lungs. His grip is loosened immediately and Zero “legs it” out of harms way before the beast can recover. As oxygen returns to his body, the blood pressure of Thunderkiss rises with it. Already a good distance away, Jay screams back for the animal to hear.] Zero :: THUNDERKISS! THE REASON WHY JAY ZERO DOESN'T NEED TO TALK TO AN ENTITY ANYMORE IS BECAUSE JAY ZERO IS BETTER THAN THAT! HE'S SMARTER, HE'S STRONGER -- AND HE'S SURE AS HELL SEXIER! I DON'T NEED HELP KISS! -- BECAUSE WELL! JAY ZERO! IS A GOD! [/color] [Jay laughs his way as he starts to lightly hop on his feet before walking away. With his mind preoccupied with his upcoming battle with Yoko Satoshi, retribution will have to wait and unfortunately for Jay Zero, TK has a very good memory.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:13:43 GMT -5
Segment: A Time for New (Credit: Train) We see Train backstage in the Senatorial Stable locker room getting pumped for his match, he is sitting down, lacing up his boots when we hear a knock at the door. Train gets up and answers the door. In walks Leon Chase with a box in his hand. Train looks unhappy for him to be there but welcomes him in anyway. Train: What do you want?Chef: Is that anyway to treat a guest? I just came to congradulate you. You've come a long way. Farther than I ever had... Train: Oh God, are you here to reminese and make me feel bad. I GOT A LADDER MATCH IN LIKE 10 MINUTES.Chef: Ah yes, two years ago I faced Red for that Entertainment Title here. Train: *Sigh* WHATS IN THE BOX?Chef: Oh this? This is just a present for you. A cake I made myself. You know, It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake. Train: What?Chef: And if the way is hazy you gotta do the cooking by the book and you can't be lazy. Train: Are you high? Did you make those "special" browniesChef: Haha, no. You know Train, I over reacted when you debuted. You were trying to make an impact and you made one. And look at you now. You are defending that Entertainment Title. Train: GAH! THE TRAIN DOESN'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!Chef: Fine! Eat the cake I brought you. Train: Well, I haven't had something to eat in about....40 seconds. Alright-- WAIT A SECOND! THIS IS POISON ISN'T IT?!?!Chef: Now, would I poison you Train? *Evil smile* Train: Well, alright then. OM NOM NOM NOM NOM!!!Chef: You ate that whole cake in 10 seconds. Train: Listen, *licks fingers* What is the REAL reason you came down here?Chef: Well Train, A. I wouldn't miss the biggest night of ACW and B. I want to be your manager. Train: Sorry, but I've seen how you've treated people that you managed. I think I'll do better on my own with Thunderkiss.Chef: ... That doesn't even make any sense. How can you be alone an- Nevermind. Just think about my offer, alright? Train: Well, thanks for springing this on me right before one of the biggest matches of my career. I don't know if you have been watching the show recently but I HAVE TO CLIMB A FUCKING LADDER.Chef: Heh, I would calm down if I were you. Well, see you around. Chef leaves the room and Train gets angry. Causing him to think hurts so he tosses a chair across the room and eats the empty cake box. Train lets out a big sigh as some epic music plays. youtube.com/watchv=5LFDd602Kc0&feature=related He picks up his title and looks down at it. He raises his head up and smirks. He walks out of the room and gets ready for the biggest night of his career.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:14:09 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Entertainment Championship - Ladder Match Thunder Train(c) vs. AC Evans (Credit: AC Evans) A.C. EVANS [/size] vs.[/size] THUNDER TRAIN[/size][/center] And here we go! We're inside of the arena now and the bell chimes three times. As we zoom out a bit, we see the Entertainment title hanging from the rafters on a silver loop. Along the long entrance ramp sits multiple ladders. PHILLIP:[/color] Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the LADDER match to determine the Entertainment champion! The fans get loud as they know that they are in for a treat here tonight. The fans direct their attention to the left entrance stage as a different theme begins to play. It's not a theme that has ever been played before in the ACW. The intro starts out with a strong bass lead. A small amount of cymbals are heard as the bass continues. A whirling noise from the guitar is heard. They continue playing as Davey Havok jumps from the back with his microphone and begins to sing "Open Your Eyes" off their early album "Black Sails In The Sunset" . Havok is all over the place, singing with great enthusiasm as this is the biggest event of the year. You think I give a shit, I´m watching through your eyes I just can't fucking stand the way you always have to criticize. You have to find something wrong in everything you see, It seems it's not that hard for you to find everything that's wrong with me. PHILLIP:[/color] Making his way to the ring, weighting in at 176 pounds, standing in at 5 foot 9 inches, he is the challenger, this is A.C. Evans! AFI continues to play as Evans bursts out from behind the black curtains to a mixed ovation. Nonetheless, it is quite loud as this new comer to ACW has made quite the impact as of late. He is wearing a white collared shirt and a pair of white pants. Davey Havok continues to sing as Evans stands at the top of the ramp and looks around. Open your eyes and face the truth Open your eyes, the real problem's you. A.C. Evans looks around the arena and nods his head. As he makes his way down the ramp he slaps a few fans hands, which is different from his character. He looks around and pauses around the middle of long ramp. Does it build your self-esteem to look for mistakes in everyone else? The only answer that I could find is that you're just not happy with yourself. You, hide something about yourself when you point out everybody else's mistakes. The problems that you have are just a little much for you to take. Evans stands there, staring at the ground. He throws his head to the sky as a huge amount of fireworks go off behind him! They burst into a white explosion as AFI continues to play the song which is fitting for Evans. Evans jumps up in excitement as AFI leads into the final part of their chorus. Open your eyes and face the truth Open your eyes, the real problem's you. As the end to the song is heard, Evans runs down the rest of the ramp and slides into the ring. He poses once more as cameras go off with a huge amount of flashes. He looks up at the title hanging from the link. He realizes that this is his big chance to solidify himself as one of the ACW elite. He strectches up against the ropes. EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Just look at this kid, Max. Two months ago, we had no idea who the hell he was! MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Yup. And now he's got himself a big match against an even bigger man.. EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Just the sheer sight of Thunder Train cower in fear. I'm afraid the guy will eat me! MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Can you imagine what Evans is thinking? He got himself put in this match with a pissed off Thunder Train. I bet he regrets that. EDDIE EDISON:[/color] It'll be worth it if he can walk away with that title though Max. The arena goes black and the crowd starts cheering then all of the sudden...BOOM! Pyros explode on the stage and down the ramp. Multi-colors of red, white and blue fireworks come up. A familiar voice, well to some of the older fans.. CONJUNCTION JUNCTION WHAT'S YOUR FUNCTION? The crowd cheers again as more pyros go off on the stage. Both sides light up with Green pyros this time and once again. Then pyros light up above the stage spelling out TRAIN. A golden shower of pyros then drop from the entrance and out drives Thunder Train on an actual train! Well not an actual train but a vehicle shaped like a train. He sings along with the song as the train slowly goes down to the ring. Phillip: AND FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRACKS, WEIGHING IN AT 360 POUNDS THE ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION, THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNDER TRAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! Train gets right in front of the ring and gets out of the train. He walks up the steel steps and looks around at the arena to the crowd. He enters the ring and walks up to the ropes and raises up his Entertainment Championship. More pyros explode from each turnbuckle. He hands the belt to the ref and stares across the ring at Evans.MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Jeez, just look at Thunder Train. He's one pissed off man. EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Can ya' blame him? I can't. He got suckered into this match.. MAX MCNALLY:[/color] He lost to Evans fair and square, though. EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Yeah, but Evans pulled a fast one over him and got this match put on this card! He can't even climb the ladder! MAX MCNALLY:[/color] How is he supposed to win the match? EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Stop eating, I would guess. It may be a little late for that.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:14:54 GMT -5
And there is the ring bell! It's time to go. Evans and Thunder Train circle each as the fans watch with eager eyes. Train attempts to grapple with him, but using his quick wits, Evans goes under Train's arm and rushes to the other corner. Train comes at him again, but Evan's slips under his arm once more. With Train facing the other direction in the corner, Evans begins to club Train with elbows to the back of the head.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Heh. Those are like ant bites to Train! Those won't do anything!
Evans continues to club Train on his back. Train chuckles a bit as he turns around and grabs Evans fist. He turns it around as Evans grimaces in pain. Train, using only one hand, shoves Evans to the other side of the ring. Evans is on one knee now as Train arrogantly walks over to him, with a grin on his face. He bends over and grabs Evans by his multi-colored hair and throws him into the corner. Evans runs to the other corner and lifts himself up to try and leap over Train. However, Train is smarter and catches Evans on his shoulders. He slams him down with a thunderous spear like take down. Evans holds his stomach in pain as Train raises to his feet, using the ropes. He exits the ring and begins to walk up the ramp to fetch himself a ladder.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Train looks to be taking advantage of Evans current condition.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] After that take down, Evans has gotta be hurtin'!
Train bends over and grabs an 8 foot ladder. He holds it longways as he walks back to the ring. Evans is up to his feet now and sees Train walking towards the ring. Evans runs from the other side of the ring..
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] INCOMING!
Evans runs from the other side of the ring and leaps over the top ropes and hits Train with a HUGE placha! Evans lands on Train and the ladder as both men are on the ground. Evans rolls around, holding his rips yet again as the fans are going insane.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Evans is clearly throwing caution to the wind tonight, Ed.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Looks like he doesn't give a damn about his body either.
Train and Evans both make their way to their feet at the same time. Evans holds his ribs as he makes his way over to Train. Train looks to be pissed as he grabs Evans by the arm and sends him crashing into the barricade with an amazing amount of velocity! Evans takes the bump shoulder first and hangs onto the guard rail as Train looks around for the ladder. He picks up the steel ladder and attempts to ram A.C. Evans with it, but Evans moves out of the way, making Train hit the guard rail with the ladder. Evans quickly scurries and picks up a steel chair that was under the ring. Train picks up the ladder, only to get hit with the steel chair over the back. It doesn't even phase the monster!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Big mistake, kid!
Train drops the ladder and grabs Evans by the head. He levels him with a huge right hand that sends him to the ground. Train picks him up once again and grabs him by the head and slams it into the steel steps multiple times! Evans begins to bleed as Train grins at the sight of the blood. Train rubs some of the blood on his chest as it trickles down Evans face and into his eyes. Train grins as he throws him back into the ring with his head laying along side the apron. Train nails him across the skull with a huge elbow. Evans holds his head in pain as he rolls into the ring fully. Train laughs as he grabs the eight foot ladder and throws it over the ropes and into the ring. He goes under the ring and grabs a wooden table. He sits it up along the ring area and grins. He points to Evans and back at the table.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] I think Train is hell bent on putting this kid out of action.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] You think?
Train rolls into the ring and grabs Evans by the head. Evans is on one knee, when suddenly he delivers a huge low blow!
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] It's all legal, folks!
Train drops to one knee and holds his groin in a massive amount of pain. Evans slaps Train across the face as the blood begins to stain his white shirt. He runs from the other side of the ring and nails Train in the face with a dropkick. Train falls back on his back as Evans leaps and hits him with a senton. Train grunts in some pain as Evans grabs the ladder which Train threw in the ring and sets it up under the Entertainment belt.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Heh. It's gonna take more than that to keep Train down, Evans!
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] I don't know, Ed! This could be it!
Evans begins to climb. When he gets to the second rung, Train begins to stand on his feet. He stumbles over to the ladder and begins to climb the ladder. He gets to the second rung when suddenly..we hear..CREEAAAKKKK!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Good God! That thing is gonna snap in half!
Evans panics a bit as Train doesn't think anything of the loud noise. Train and Evans are on the same rung as they begin to trade punches. Suddenly..SNAP! The ladder snaps in half from the weight of Thunder Train. The fans in the arena laugh at the situation as Evans falls from the ladder on to his back. Train had enough awareness to jump off and land on his feet. The ladder lies in the middle of the ring, broken in two.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] I've never seen anyone break a ladder in half..
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] I've never seen anyone as big as Train! I'm surprised that ladder lasted that long under all of that weight!
Train looks around the arena in a fit of anger and kicks the bottom rope. He grabs the ladder pieces and throws both of them clear over the top rope and to the ground. Evans rolls around in pain from the bump he took. Train rolls out of the ring and grins, pointing to his head. He fishes around under the ring for a steel pipe. He pulls it out and rolls back into the ring with the pipe in hand. He looks at Evans who is on his knees, making his way to his feet. Train swings the pipe and hits Evans over the back with it. Evans screams out in pain as Train grins. He turns his attention to the Entertainment title hanging over him. He swings at the title with the pipe, trying to unhook it that way.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] What the hell is he doing? That isn't a Pinata, Train!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Well, what do you expect Max? He can't climb the ladder!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:15:25 GMT -5
Train tries to swing at the title, but is unable to. The fans laugh at him, as he continues to swing. He gets fed up and throws the pipe towards the entrance ramp. He walks over to Evans and grabs him by the head. Evans thinks quickly and hits him with a jawbreaker. Train stumbles a bit as Evans runs off of the ropes and plants him with a neckbreaker. Evans seems to be in control of the match now as he hits Train with a standing moonsault. He slides out of the ring and grabs another ladder. This ladder seems to be bigger, standing in at 10 feet tall. He slides it into the ring and slides in after it. He sets it up as we see Train making his way to his feet.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] I'm not likin' the looks of this.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] These ladders just keep gettin' bigger!
Evans looks up at the ladder and turns only to see Train attempting a clothesline. Evans ducks under and runs off of the ropes. He tries to knock down Train with a crossbody, but Train catches him and delivers a SICKENING spine buster. The crowd lets out a collective "ooh!" as Evans' head bounces off of the mat. He rolls around in pain as he holds his head with Train looking over him. Train picks him up and throws him into the ropes. Evans comes back and Train catches him. He lifts him up and sticks out his knee and hits him with a sick backbreaker! Evans groans as he arches his back in pain. Train laughs as Evans blood begins to spill on the mat now. As it trickles into a small pool, Train exits the ring once more. He grabs another table and sets it up next to the other one, obviously planning something. He enters the ring again and begins to climb the ladder. His back is turned to Evans as he poses on the second rung. As this is a little bigger, it seems to be able to withstand more weight. Evans is now on his feet, with the help from the ropes. He looks at Train and doesn't do anything to knock him down.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Oh no..This is going to be bad..
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] What?! What's he gonna do Max?!
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] He's gonna' kill himself!
Evans begins to climb the ropes and Train still has he back turned to him. Evans stays perched at the top rope for a second and then suddenly leaps off towards Train. As he does so, the camera flashes in the crowd go off all at once. Evans grabs Train by the shoulders and drives his knees into his back! OPEN YOUR EYES! Thunder Train falls on top of Evans' knees! Thunder Train must've fallen some seven feet on Evans' knees! The crowd is going crazy! A chant of "Holy Shit!" starts up now as Evans rolls around in immense pain as does Thunder Train. The referee checks to see if both men are able to continue.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Holy hell!
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] If that doesn't kill Thunder Train, I've got no idea what will...
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] High cholesterol?
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Touche.
After about thirty seconds, Evans uses the ropes to make his way back to his feet. He is huffing and puffing now as Train makes his way to his feet now. Train quickly reacts to Evans whom is coming close to him by hitting a standing sidekick to his gut. Evans falls to his knees and Train hits him in the side of the head with a sick knee. Evans falls down and Train drags him near the standing ladder. He grabs his legs and executes the LOCOMOTIVE LAUNCH straight into the ladder! The ladder falls over as Evans hits it with a hard impact. The ladder flips over the top rope and lands on the outside as Train gets back to his feet. He climbs atop Evans and begins to unload with a fury of lefts and rights. Evans tries to shield himself with his forearms, but can't seem to block all of the punches. Train gets off of him and rolls out of the ring once again.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Evans is a bloody mess!
He walks to the opposite side of the ring and digs under the apron. He pulls out an even bigger ladder!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] That's a 14 foot ladder!
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] I didn't even know they came that big! Someone is gonna' get hurt here, Ed.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] That's the entire point of this match!
As he slides the 14 foot ladder into the ring, Evans is now on his feet. Train comes at him with an arm extended, looking for a clothesline. Evans ducks under it and grabs him around the head. He bounces off of the ropes and hits him with a spike Tornado DDT! Evans takes this time to set up the massive ladder under the belt. He returns back to Train and grabs him by his huge leg. He moves him closer to the ropes as Evans climbs. He leaps off and hits the Double Foot Stomp! Evans falls to the ground as Train rolls around holding his stomach in pain.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] I don't think this match is about the Entertainment title anymore.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] It never was McNally! This match is a test of will. It's to see how much pain you can take. And believe me, these two have been taking a lot!
Evans stands up first and grabs Train by the head. He must be delirious, because he grabs him and attempts a Fisherman suplex. Close but no cigar! Train doesn't even move, until he suddenly clubs Evans over the back with a huge forearm. He falls to one knee in front of Train as the blood continues to flow on the mat. Train lifts him up and is looking for the DERAILMENT! He gets him up high and slams him down..NO! Evans reserved it into a DDT! Both men are on the ground now. Train begins to get up first. As he huffs and puffs his way over to Evans, the fans are all on their feet. He grabs Evans and and nails him with THE GOLDEN SPIKE! Evans clutches at his abdomen area as Train begins to pose for the crowd. He leaves the ring and goes to grab a chair.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Why not just climb the ladder, Train?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:15:43 GMT -5
He enters the ring with a black folding chair in hand. He goes to beat down Evans with it, but Evans nails him with a rolling kick which sends the chair back into Train's face! Train is now busted open! Train begins to taste his own blood and looks even more angered. He throws the chair on the ground and chases after Evans. Evans runs towards the ropes and hits him with a flipping dropkick. Train doesn't fall down though. He bounces on the ropes. Evans runs and hits him with a running heel kick that sends him over the ropes. Evans runs and hits him with a baseball slide. Train stumbles around a bit and wipes the blood from his eyes. Evans hits him with a hard chop across the chest, but Train fires back with an even bigger one. The two trade chops, but Train nails him with a huge slap across the chest which sends Evans retreating. Evans and Train begin to brawl again until Train grabs Evan by the head and slams it against the announcer's table.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Woah! Watch it, Train!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Ah! He just got blood on my new suit. Dammit!
He throws Evans back into the ring and follows him into the ring. As Evans climbs to his feet, Train has entered the ring. Train grabs Evans by the head and nails him with a nice little scoop slam. He spits on his body as he walks around the ring posing. He comes back to pick up Evans and gets smacked in the head with a huge chair shot from Evans! Train stumbles and falls out of the ring as Evans begins to make his ascent to the Entertainment title!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] This is it! Evans is gonna win it! Evans is gonna' be our new Entertainment champion!
Evans is on the third rung and slowly making his way up the ladder. The fans are going insane as cameras are going off all over the arena again. He makes his way to the fourth rung.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] Climb, kid!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] Train's on his feet, Max!
Evans makes his way to the fifth rung and attempts to reach for the title, but he's still to far away. Train slides into the ring and grabs Evans by the legs. He sticks his head under him and climbs up three rungs.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] What's he doin', Ed?!
From the third rung, Thunder Train leaps off and powerbombs Evans over the top ropes! Evans crashes through the two tables! The fans start another chant of "Holy Shit!" as even Max and Ed are on their feet to witness this.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] OH MY GOD!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] I..I've never seen anything like this! This is brutal!
Evans is in a heap of blood and shattered wood as Thunder Train signals to someone in the back. He holds his stomach and begins to huff and puff as everyone directs their attention towards the ramp.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] What now?
Suddenly, Thunderkiss appears driving a Cherry Picker! He comes down the ramp and grins at Thunder Train and gives him a nod. Train exits the ring and enters the Cherry Picker and makes his ascent towards the title, slowly but surely.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] No!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] What a great plan!
Thunderkiss pushes the cherry picker towards the title belt as the fans are all taking pictures of this historic moment. He stops right under the title and Thunder Train unhooks the title to retain it! Train celebrates as the Cherry Picker begins to come down.
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] I don't like his method, but Thunder Train has retained his title here tonight at Omega Effect IV!
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] But you gotta give it to Evans, he put up one HELL of a fight!
MAX MCNALLY:[/color] That he did, that..he..did.
EDDIE EDISON:[/color] I can't wait to see these two tango again.
Train celebrates as he exits the cherry picker in a joyous fashion.
PHILLIP:[/color] Here is your winner and STILL Entertainment champion..THUNDERRRR TRAIN!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:23:53 GMT -5
Segment: Theory Testing (Sarin / FSX)
Between the camera crew, the makeup staff, the catering service, the pyrotechnics, the hired help, the administrative staff, and the Fallout boys making good on their season tickets to ACW shows, the odds of two specific people meeting alone in the restricted backstage area are somewhat close to astronomical. Nevertheless, that's precisely what's about to happen when Fallen Souls makes his entrance from the west, and Sarin Rossi in a similar fashion from the east.
Chance encounters with rivals are never delightful affairs. To add to this explositivity, Sarin is currently borderline sociopathic and Fallen Souls is, well...himself...After such a long period of time has passed since their last actual encounter, and given such circumstance of the time and place..well..there is bound to be a helpful serving of delectable excitement.
Dressed in an assortment of fluttering scarves and a loose belted robe surely not fit for the sane, Sarin seems to flop from one place to the next, her body as pliant and loose as the flimsy material covering it. FSX simply cast a quirk of the brow as she approached in such a disheveled manner. Suffice to say it wasn't what he expected.
Sarin: It's you.
FSX: It's you too...I think. You kind of look like a lost homeless person at the moment, honestly.
She takes a step forward just as Fallen takes a wise step back. One can't put any trust in someone who thinks such a thing is fashionable.
Sarin: You're so beautiful. And so tragic.
She reaches out and slowly, gently, runs the back of her hand across his cheek. An awkward tension could be felt of this quite simply enough, though what else would one expect?
Sarin: What will they say about you...when they find your body, mangled and dying in a gutter?
With a contemptuous glare, Sarin slashes at his eyes with sharpened nails, a swipe that would of nearly blinded him had he not jumped back a few feet.
FSX: Well, it looks like SOMEONE is in a bad mood today! Now I can deal with the blatant crazy, and even the death threats are a bit fun...but trying to blind me? That's just uncool!
FSX is spared the effort of avoiding Sarin's next blow--none other than Yoko Satoshi wards off Sarin's arm with a firm block. The two women bore into each other with steely glares. The heat between the two is almost palpable--FSX soon finds himself to be perspiring. Yuki approaches from behind and taps him on the shoulder. Looking back for a moment confused at not spotting anyone in common view, Fallen would hesitate for a moment before looking down and jumping at the sight.
FSX: Gasp! Yoko has cloned herself into a tiny, doom-bringing beast!
Yuki: Call me that again and I'll pick my teeth with your femurs. It's time for you to go now. We can take it from here.
FSX: Fair enough, but things have just taken a weird turn here..and I don't much want to watch bizarre and kinky relations, so...if you don't mind.
FSX is propelled a few extra feet by a firm kick to the rear, courtesy of Yuki. Could Fallen possibly take such a disgraceful act? Well..yes in fact! This situation simply wasn't going to end well, and Fallen would run off for now...though not before letting Sarin know things weren't done between them just yet!
FSX: Have your fun now, but this isn't the last you've seen of me!
The Satoshi women plus Sarin ignore him utterly and he soon disappears from view. Still locked in a fierce face-off, Sarin breaks the stand-still by slapping Yoko across the face. Yoko staggers back--the malice resonating from Sarin manifests in the cruel welt forming on her cheek.
Yoko: Wow. I forgot how much your slaps could hurt. You and Stephanie McMahon should have a slapping contest. Or something.
Sarin: Shut up!
She strikes again. Yoko accepts the backhand on the opposite cheek. Sarin pants, dark hair blowing in the wind as Yoko struggles to recover--in Sarin's state, her blows are stronger than ever before.
Yoko: I can't shut up. Whenever I'm around you, I just start babbling. You know that.
Sarin sneers cruelly enough to make most grown men wet themselves from fright.
Sarin: This is the master plan to stop me? Telling me you love me?
Yoko: We did have a plan. At least, I think we did. It involved nun costumes and perhaps a fiddler. The details were sketchy and never really clear. But yeah, I love you. Breaking up hurt like getting perennially kicked in the balls (that is, if I had balls). So, the love of my life is about to do something very stupid, where else would I be?
Sarin: You can't stop me!
Yoko: Stop you from doing what, exactly? Killing that doofus Fallen Souls? No, I probably can't stop you. Hunter tried to stop you from beating Fallen Souls and he got sliced open for his effort. That was funny. I still laugh about it sometimes.
Sarin: I told you to shut up!
She's met with another vicious smack to the face. Sarin's panting heavily--tears are welling up in her eyes, notes Yuki. Undeterred, Yoko takes a step forward.
Yoko: And I thought I told you that I can't. So some misogynistic cult of telepaths cut into your brain. So your father left your mother to die in a gutter. So you extracted vengeance by smothering him with a pillow. I love you.
Sarin: STOP!
Yoko: I love scared orphan Sarin; I love smothering murderess Sarin; I love sexy scarlet Sarin; I love kick ass fighting Sarin; and I love scary psychotic Sarin. I love you.
Yoko takes another step forward. Sarin can only beat at Yoko's chest with balled fists, tears streaming down her cheeks. Yoko embraces her in a hug while Sarin bawls in her chest. Slowly, they fall to bended knee, Yoko cradling the sobbing, shaking Sarin in her comforting arms.
Yoko: Shh...shh...it's alright...
Yuki hasn't said a word. She hasn't needed to. Her sister summed everything up perfectly, she observes as Yoko helps a struggling Sarin to her feet...everything is alright now...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:24:20 GMT -5
Segment: Another crusader? (Credit: BK London/??)
As the segment opens up in the parking lot of Madison Square Garden, we see a pair of bright headlights heading into the arena. A sleek white limo is seen with he initials BKL in front of it, but strangely enough - BK London has already made his way into the arena as we saw earlier. The camera pans down the stretch limo, and stepping out is none other than his agent - Stephan Russo.
One would think he would be disheveled looking, especially for an event as big as Omega Effect, but to others - the simple suit and tie makes him appear ready to get down to business. He exits the limo with a briefcase in one hand and adjusts his tie with the other. The former GFWWE owner walks at a pace a little faster than he would like, but that’s what he gets for arriving late.
As he continues to hustle down the entrance to the arena, flashing his backstage pass as he's not officially a member of the roster, he can feel his cellphone vibrating on the holder in his waist. In his rush, he fumbles for the phone and can’t get it up to his ear. In risk of losing the call, he resorts to the almighty speakerphone button.
Stephen Russo: Hello?
??: Boss?
It’s just a man’s voice. The distortion on the cell’s speaker makes it impossible to tell who’s voice it is.
Stephen Russo: You don't have to call me boss, I'm just your agent - Chairman Gingerdude is your boss...sadly. But I just arrived to the arena, I had to get London to send the limo back around after I finalized the last bit of paper work. I apologize for the tardiness.
??: No problem.
Stephen Russo: So what exactly is it that you're calling for?
??: What’s the plan for today?
Stephen Russo: You are actually not needed tonight, the plans don't involve you being revealed in any way at this show.
??: I don’t need to do anything?
Stephen Russo: There is something you need to do. You need to win your match tonight. You are a very important step in this process and winning the match is a crucial stepping-stone in our take over.
??: Will do. So have you told-
Stephen Russo: No, I have not told him of your involvement yet.
??: Don’t-
Stephen Russo: I am keeping it this way for a reason. Don’t question me.
??: I’m not, it’s just-
Stephen Russo: Yes, I know of your history. I have enlisted you for three reasons. Your talent, your credibility, and the fact that you two will get done everything we need to do to make this work. I have been planning this for four long years and I have every base covered, it’s perfect.
??: Yes sir. When you need me, let me know.
Stephen Russo: I plan on it.
Russo turns a corner and arrives at the door of a locker room. The locker room has a plate on the door reading BK London. The man having that name steps out of the locker room and Russo quickly hangs up the phone.
BK London: Who was that?
Stephen Russo: You’ll find out in time.
Russo walks past London into the locker room and BK is a bit perplexed at the statment. So secretive that one, but deep down, BK knows to trust Stephan Russo. Maybe it is better who he doesn’t know who was on the phone with his big match tonight. BK London continues down hallway to grab a bottle of water as the scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:24:58 GMT -5
Match 6: Iron Fortress Match Scott Andrews vs. Nick Durden (Credit: Scott Andrews) As the cameras return to the arena the audience bear witness to an amazing metal structure consisting of a steel cage around the ring itself; two walls covered in barbed wire, and the others covered in chain link fence. Surrounding the cage is a cell. There is no way out of this place except for winning the match via pin fall or submission. The cage door is open to allow competitors full access to weapons and such, but even outside the cage they cannot go anywhere. As it finally reaches the ground, Phillip raises the microphone to his mouth to announce the match that is about to take place.Philip: Ladies and gentlemen...the next match is scheduled for one fall and is the first ever IRON FORTRESS MATCH! The crowd cheer on the stipulation.Philip: Both competitors will be placed inside the ring, unable to escape the structure until one has either won the match via pin fall or submission! Introducing first... Lights cut to dark.Henshin a go go, baby!The intro to “What I Want” by Daughtry kicks into gear as blinding white lights chaotically flicker near the entryway, illuminating Nick Durden’s enigmatic silhouette hopping on his feet and headbanging, getting himself psyched up for the impending match. The lights return as Nick steps out from the entryway. He flashes a quick look to both sides of the audience before running to the left side of the stage and taunting enthusiastically; inciting uproarious boos due to his recent actions. Nick runs to the opposite side of the stage and repeats almost in spite, receiving a similar response.Philip: ...from Venice Beach, California! Weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the Enigmatic Charisma, the Boom, the Sickness, he is NIIIICCKK DUUUUUURRRDEEEENNNN!!! Nick returns to the center of the stage and begins his march to the ring. As he reaches the cell he is directed to the door and makes his way in. He flashes a quick look to the audience before rising up to his feet. Nick walks to one turnbuckle and mounts the second rope, taunting to the audience once more. He dismounts and walks to the other turnbuckle and repeats. Once he dismounts the second turnbuckle, he tosses away his trench coat and begins stretching out.Philip: And his opponent... The lights go out over the entire arena.“Anasasis/Xenophontis” begins to play across the audio system. Scott Andrews walks out to a roar of cheers from the fans.Philip: ...from Tampa Florida! Weighing in at 233 pounds, he is the Cold Blooded Killer, the Skill, Thrill, and the Kill, the Scarlet Assassin, he is SSCCCOOOOOTTT AAAAAAANNDREEEWWWSSS!!! He strolls onto the entrance ramp with a look of intensity on his face and raises his arm as Philip mentions his name. As he continues walking just past the main part of the ramp he stops and performs a Goldberg-esque ramp taunt, throwing air punches and kicks while white and red pyros boom behind until his flurry of shadow strikes end. No band playing for Scott tonight; he just wants to focus on his match, plain and simple. Scott keeps walking until he reaches the massive structure. He looks in and sees Nick standing there smirking at him, only making Scott even more angry. Once inside the cell he gets into the caged ring and stares Nick down with a glare that could turn water into ice. No time for show boating to the fans’ Scott is set on doing one thing; teaching Nick Durden a lesson.DING! DING! DING!McNally: And here we go! Nick Durden vs. Scott Andrews! *The referee moves aside to allow both men to approach each other. Scott doesn’t muck about and after smiling sarcastically at Durden who continues to smirk, Scott’s expression turns to one of rage as he begins unleashing fists upon fists into the skull of Nick Durden.* McNally: Scott wasting no time in letting Nick know how he feels! Edison: And what solid strikes they are! *Scott stops hitting Nick only for a moment to allow him to Irish whip his opponent into the ropes. Nick comes back and counters a clothesline into a crucifix head scissors, sending Scott flying across the ring.* McNally: This is what Ginger was talking about. Scott needs to steady himself and be more methodical rather than going all out here, or Durden’s gonna take this match. *Scott, thrown by the sudden counter, gets to one knee and shakes his head to regain his focus. Nick is already on his feet and both men are standing as they collide with more strikes. The pair of wrestlers trade kicks that get more and more intense as they to grind each other down. Scott begins yelling as he delivers each kick and his face begins to glow a shade of red.* Edison:[/color] If he doesn’t slow down he’s gonna run outta fuel! *Nick breaks the rally by hitting a low kick, tripping Andrews. Andrews sits up but is hit by a backhand chop to his back, a solid football kick to the face and then followed up by a running senton splash as Nick goes for a cover.* 1... 2... KICKOUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:27:20 GMT -5
McNally:[/color] Not yet! Andrews kicks out at two!
*Nick knew he wouldn’t get the pin, and he sits up and slaps Scott in the head, toying with him. Scott suddenly becomes a lot more agile, spinning and standing up in a fight ready position.*
Scott:[/color] COME ON YOU BASTARD!
*With words of war coming from the Scarlet Assassin’s mouth, the two engage in a tie up. Scott struggles with Durden before eventually gaining advantage. His adrenaline is pumping, fuelled by desire as well as revenge, and he locks Durden in a side headlock. Scott then transitions into a Tiger Spin before moving in to lock in the Scarlet Fever (Fish Hook Sleeper Hold)!*
McNally:[/color] Going for the hold already?! Scott Andrews is mad!
*Nick struggles to reach the ropes; the only way he can get out of the clutches of the Cold Blooded Killer. It isn’t long before he forces his hand to the rope and the hold is broken.*
Edison:[/color] Durden escapes! And he’s lucky too cos’ that move makes ‘em tap!
*Andrews reluctantly releases the hold and lets Nick’s head bounce off the canvas. He stands and wipes the sweat off his forehead before capitalising on his weakened opponent. Scott grabs Nick by the hair and makes him stand up before getting in his face and slamming him against the turnbuckle. Scott then unloads a few more middle kicks before jumping off the middle rope and going for a swinging kick to the head...but Nick ducks down and Scott’s leg goes over the top rope, causing him to kick the cage wall and fall to the mat clutching his ankle.*
McNally:[/color] Oh no! Scott may have hurt his ankle on that move attempt! He needs that foot to utilise his kicks; a main part of his arsenal!
*Nick sees his opportunity and grabs Scott’s leg. He kicks him in the calf a few times before grabbing his ankle in an ankle lock and twisting the almighty hell out of it. Scott screams in pain as Nick smiles maniacally.*
McNally:[/color] Scott is in a world of hurt as Nick, once again plays on Scott’s weakness. He’s cranking that ankle as far as he can go! He might break his ankle!
*Scott puts his hands on his head as his face shows nothing but discomfort. He reaches out for the ropes, but they’re inches too far away. He struggles across the mat, but the closer to the ropes he gets, the more Nick twists his ankle.*
McNally:[/color] Scott better get to the ropes soon or he’s going to be at a huge disadvantage!
*The Scarlet Assassin reaches out once again and this time, with support from the fans, is able to grab the bottom rope in time before his ankle is snapped in two.*
Edison:[/color] Scott breaks free!
*Durden backs off for a moment letting Scott grasp his ankle in pain. Nick wipes his forehead and goes back in on the attack, grabbing Scott’s injured leg once again. Scott isn’t about to let Nick score anymore points against him and immediately kicks his hand with an Axe Kick like motion. Nick releases Scott’s leg and the Cold Blooded Killer rolls to the side before getting to his feet and clobbering Nick with a solid Spinning Wheel Kick in one fluid motion.*
Edison: C’mon, Scotty Boy!
*Scott seems energized by this turn of events and scurries over to Nick to ground him in a UFC like guard. He then starts utilising ground and pound techniques, smashing Nick’s face in with brutal lefts and rights.*
McNally: Oh my! Scott unloading on Durden here!
Edison: He’s gonna ruin his pretty little face!
*Scott then gets up, pulling Durden with him, and whips him into the ropes. Scott goes for a spinning backfist but Durden ducks and rebounds again. On the second time round, Scott makes the mistake of trying for a clothesline, as Durden calls his move and flings himself around Scott with a crucifix motion but continuing into an armbar takedown.*
McNally: Scott taken down once again in a painful submission manoeuvre.
*This time it’s Scott’s arm that’s in trouble, but he still has some kick left in him and rolls over to reach the ropes. Nick lets go and begins to chuckle to himself, as if playing with Scott; trying to get him angry on purpose.*
Edison: Nick Durden is having a ball out there, playing with Andrew’s temper!
McNally:[/b] That could prove costly to Mr. Durden at some stage though Eddy; very costly.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:28:11 GMT -5
*Scott gets to one knee, face red, fists clenched. Nick signals to ‘bring it on’. Scott doesn’t hesitate to fling an arm at Nick, who ducks under and catches Scott’s neck from behind to nail a neckbreaker.* McNally: Come on Scott! Focus boy! *Durden goes for the cover* ...1 ...2 ...Kickout! *Scott kicks out and Durden doesn’t seem to mind too much. He stomps on Scott’s head a couple of times to rough him up and then lifts him by the hair to his feet. He gives Scott a few back hand chops before Scott retaliates with some vicious ones of his own. He then kicks Durden with a roundhouse kick, but it’s blocked, only to be countered again into a Re-Load (Dragon WHIP not ‘Screw’ AK ).* McNally: There ya’ go! *Scott drags Nick towards the side of the cage and then begins ascending the chain link wall to get even higher than the top turnbuckle. He doesn’t turn towards Nick and instead pulls the gun taunt to his head and flips backwards with a graceful Suisault, crushing Nick’s chest! The crowd cheer as Scott stays down for the pin.* McNally: It could be over! ...1 ...2 ...Kickout! *Nick kicks out at the last second, the landing taking quite a toll on his physical well being. Scott is not in the best of shape after that fall either and stumbles to his feet, favouring his semi-injured ankle. He slowly moves towards Durden who is slow to his feet, but as Scott approaches, Nick hits a low blow on the Scarlet Assassin. The crowd boo in disgust.* McNally: It may be legal but it’s not the right way to go about things in the ring! Edison: I wouldn’t have expected anything less from Durden in this match, Max. *Durden doesn’t go for the pin, however, and looks like he has other things in mind. As Scott squirms on the canvas clutching his man piece, Nick pops open the cage door and begins searching under the ring for something...It isn’t too long before he emerges with a small, black, velvet drawstring bag and raises it above his head.* McNally: I hope that’s not what I think it is Eddy! Edison: It is Max! It’s the thumbtacks! *With the bag in hand, Nick goes back into the ring and gives Scott an extra slap across the face before pouring thousands of thumbtacks in the centre of the ring. He then lifts Scott to his feet and forces him to move with him towards the thumbtacks. Nick kicks Scott in the gut, bending him over and then grabs him in a front chancery. The crowd expect the worst, but suddenly, Scott gets out of it with an arm wrench and then kicks Nick in the gut. He then grabs Nick and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He leaves him laying across his knees before he cradles his outer leg and neck and throwing him over head with all his might executing the Reassuring the Kill MK III into the barbed wire wall!* McNally: Nick went straight into that barbed wire! He’s bleeding from the arm and back! Edison: I was expecting someone to go through those thumbtacks Max, but man! Scott steps up! *Scott, a bit more worn out now, goes towards Nick who has rebounded onto the canvas. He puts his arm over him and waits for the three count.* ...1 ...2 ...Kickout! McNally: WHAT?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 15:28:33 GMT -5
*Scott sits up slowly, disappointed. Nick moves around, his arm and back bleeding slightly due to tears from the barbed wire wall. The blood begins to seep through his white wife beater. Scott grabs Nick by the hair and decides it’s time for more punishment. He tosses him out the cage door and onto the mats on the outside of the ring before getting out himself.*
Edison: Scott taking it to the outside!
*He grabs Nicks face and trash talks him before scraping his face against the cell wall. Nick screams in pain as his forehead is grated open.*
McNally: Nick is bleeding from the head now!
*Scott then lets Nick drop to the ground before reaching under the ring and pulling out a ladder. In such a small proximity, it seems useless, but not to Scott. He rams it into Nicks midsection as he uses the cell to rise to his feet. Nick is knocked down, but he gains shelter behind the turnbuckle corner of the cage. Scott carries the ladder around the corner, but Nick dropkicks it into him and Scott is forced backwards against the cell wall. Nick then reaches under the ring for something else; a table. He pulls it out and sets it up as Scott struggles to get out from under the ladder.*
McNally: Tables and ladders are certainly a good match. But who’s going to come out on top here?! It’s dangerous either way!
*Nick finishes with his table and tends to Scott who is resting on the cell wall, the ladder opening up a cut on his forehead. He drags Scott towards the table and smashes his head into it before repeating the same action against the cell wall, and then the cage wall. Scott seems very dazed at this point, bleeding furiously from his head. Nick lays him out on the table and goes to get the ladder.*
Edison: Nick’s setting up the ladder! Time to see the man fly!
*Nick adjusts the ladder in line with the table and then goes back to make sure Scott is down. He gives him a few punches before Scott flings his leg up and kicks Nick in the head.*
McNally: Scott fights back!
*Nick shakes it off as Scott gets off the table. Scott forces Nick towards the ladder and smashes his head into it a couple of times before lifting him up a few rungs, forcing him to climb.*
McNally: An odd tactic being used by Scott. I don’t see why he just doesn’t put him through the table?
Edison: Maybe he’s looking for that extra “Oomph” in his execution.
*Scott forces Nick up to the top of the ladder before carefully scaling around to the other side and ramming Nicks head into the top rung. He prepares to hit a sunset flip powerbomb but as he looks into the crowd a wild fist from Nick flies into his jaw, shocking Andrews’. Nick then gives him a few more before lifting Scott over across his shoulders in an extraordinary feat of strength.*
Edison: One mistake and the tables have turned! No pun intended...
*Nick lets out a war cry before swinging Scott over for a Tequila Bomb through the table!*
McNally: OH MY GOD! What a move from Durden!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
*The crowd continue to chant as Nick and Scott lay almost motionless after that devastating move. The referee does not begin a 10 count as the match cannot end that way, and instead waits for Durden to groggily drape his arm over Scott.*
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...KICKOUT!
McNally: I thought it was over for sure! Scott shows some resilience and kicks out!
*After taking a move like that Scott is lucky it took Durden so long to make the cover or he was surely out for the count. Both men begin to move and slowly get to their feet using the walls that surround them for support. Nick grabs a chair from under the ring; it seems he’s done with ‘wrestling’ for tonight. Scott rolls into the ring to evade a sloppy swing from Durden, fatigue beginning to set in. Blood continues to flow from both men.
Scott gets to the turnbuckle and stands, awaiting Durden. Nick rolls in with the chair and points it at Scott signalling the end is near for the Cold Blooded Killer. But Scott doesn’t see it that way. Nick charges at him but misses and Scott hits a spinning back kick in the middle of Nicks back making him drop his weapon in the process. Scott then lifts him up onto the turnbuckle and clubs him in the back.*
McNally: Could Scott be setting up for something big?
*He climbs the turnbuckle and sits behind Durden, hooking his own legs behind the ropes before clutching Nick at the waist thrusting him backwards with a Spider German Suplex. The crowd begin to get worked up as Scott gets to the top rope and turns around. He makes the DDP style taunt and aims it at Durden as he stands. Before Durden can get his bearings, Scott leaps off with the Heatseeker (Over Castle/Shalimarti) bringing Nick down.*
Edison: A bit of flair from the Scarlet Assassin!
*Scott doesn’t cover and instead opts to go with the safe option; the chair. He struggles to his feet and grabs the steel weapon in one hand while Durden rises. Scott’s expression becomes maniacal as he looks at the chair and then Durden. He rushes at Durden like a bull in a China shop but his foolish charge leaves him open for a quick springboard Blazing Magus (Diving single leg dropkick) from Durden, knocking the chair into his skull with force.*
McNally: Scott really needs to keep his cool here. Nick’s just capitalising on every mistake just like he said he would.
*Durden covers Scott.*
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...2
...KICKOUT!
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