2024 J-1 Pinnacle - A1 - Caliber vs. Omega

[Kip Whistler]

Round One in Block A:
Mack Caliber (0) vs. Omega Satyros (0)

[Omega Satyros]

Angela Apex: Introducing first, one half of the JWA Tag Team Champion: Divine Hubris, OMEGA SATYROS!

"Wanted: Dead or Alive" hits and Omega makes his way down to the ring. The fans levy plenty of boos onto him.

Beeman: Our first week of the J-1, and we're already faced with what could've been.

LeRay: What do you mean by that?

Beeman: Think about it, Omega, Conor and Mack all having each others back in this tournament, making sure one of them are guaranteed to win it.

LeRay: Remind me to thank Conor...

Beeman: But instead Mack and Omega are facing off with each other in.

LeRay: And I imagine there's no love lost between these two, they didn't seem particularly close while together on Domination Inc., and Omega surely must want some payback for Black Cat's sake.

Omega enters the ring, gingerly removing the seemingly decorative bandage around his injured horn, revealing a more snarled shape streaked with gold scars.

Beeman: Now look at that, how can anyone excuse what's happened to Omega, Conor will get what's coming to him. Just a shame Omega and Mack can't both get two points out of this match.

[“heartBROKEN” Mack Caliber]

Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata begins to play as the lights dim, and I walk slowly to the ring wearing my white jacket with the bloody smile logo on the back and my white Phantom mask.

I arrive in the ring, remove my robe, and take a seat in the corner. I hear the bell ring, and I don’t move. Omega looks at me quizzically. I nod in his direction, but remain seated.

[Omega Satyros]

LeRay: What's Mack doing? This is the J-1!

Beeman: I have no clue. Mack hasn't necessarily expressed issues with Omega, could he be trying to make a truce with Omega?

LeRay: Or lure him into a false sense of security?

Omega approaches his one-time stablemate, seemingly offering a respectful hand up.

[“heartBROKEN” Mack Caliber]

I accept the hand up.

Omega, we need to talk. I appreciate the kind gesture.
But you and Conor and Winter never did anything for me but make me feel pressure.
Y’all took advantage of me, played me like a fool.
So don’t stand there and pretend we’re all cool.

I begin to circle Omega, and he starts circling as well. I stop, flip him off with both hands, and roll out of the ring.

[Omega Satyros]

Omega's left standing in the ring as the ref begins counting Mack out. He seems to be weighing his options as the count goes on.

LeRay: Omega, do you really want to win this way?

Beeman: Why wouldn't he? Get out of Week 1 with two points and no damage.

LeRay: He's supposed to be a champion of Palaestra, where's the honor?

Beeman: Points aren't awarded for honor, they're awarded for winning, that's what matters.

[“heartBROKEN” Mack Caliber]

At 9, I roll back in, then back out. Then back in, then back out. I start laughing— now I’m the one dictating to Omega what to do! Come get me if you can!

[“heartBROKEN” Mack Caliber]

Omega rolls out and then I roll back in. As he re-enters, I run at the opposite ropes and hit a flying shoulder tackle. He gets up and I hit another. He gets up and takes a wild swing at me, which I duck. I go behind and hit a Blue Thunder Bomb, but I release the pin attempt and just slap Omega right on the butt.

I retreat to my corner and laugh uproariously! What fun our little game of tag is! But it’s time to get serious.

I charge out of the corner as Omega recovers and turn him inside out with a clothesline. But as I walk back toward him to pick him up, I feel something tug on my boots— it’s Black Cat. I try to kick his hands away but just kick the ropes as he’s already retreated. I turn back to Omega and he’s waiting for me…

[Omega Satyros]

Omega nails Mack with a headbutt, knocking the wind out of him. Omega climbs the turn buckle while he's doubled over. He motions like he's going for a Satyr-Sault, leading to Mack rolling out of the ring, a grin plastered across what we can see of his face, only to turn around into said Satyr-Sault on the outside.

Beeman: It's hard to pick a favorite for this match right now.

LeRay: The fans are having the same issue, they can't really stand either of these two. Not to mention Mack stalling a lot of the clock down with his antics, a time limit draw just might be on the table here.

[Omega Satyros]

LeRay: Mack Caliber's seemingly gone limp on the outside as Omega's trying to get him back in the ring.

Beeman: Why isn't Omega just leaving him out there?

By 8, Omega leaves Mack on the outside to roll into the ring, immediately followed by Mack.

Beeman: Ah, ok then.

LeRay: The time's running down with Mack doing all of this.

Mack heaves Omega up to land a Magnum Slug, but Omega manages to grab the top rope, shoving Mack off. Mack proceeds to bounce off the opposite ropes. Omega lays him flat with a Satyr Kick, leaving a dent in his Phantom mask. He goes for the pin.

Beeman: 1! 2!

The time keeper rings the bell, letting Angela Apex know the time limit had elapsed.

Angela Apex: Ladies and Gentleman, the result of this match is a time-limit draw. Mack Caliber and Omega Satyros are both awarded one point in the J-1 Pinnacle.

Omega's attention turns to the ref, berating him for being too slow on the pin-count. Mack soon gets up and puts a hand out to his former Domination Inc. partner, ****-eating grin plastered on his face. Omega swats it off, rolling out of the ring and heading back up the ramp with Black Cat.