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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:08:56 GMT -5
Chris grabs Dave by the head and pulls him away from the ladder. He drags him up to his feet but as he does, Dave starts swinging his fists, trying to get a punch in on his opponent. Chris dodges them, before shoving Dave back in to the ropes. Dave comes back at him, and as he does, Chris ducks his shoulder and tries to lift him up for a flapjack. Much to everyone’s amazement though, Dave manages to launch himself forward and on to the ladder, landing on the middle rungs. He starts to clamber up the ladder, as Chris panics and tries to follow him. He grabs Dave by the pants and tries to pull him off the ladder, but Dave is refusing to let go. He tries to continue his ascent, but Chris comes up beside him.
The ladder looks to be in some serious danger of falling over, but Dave and Chris manage to balance themselves. Chris tries to overtake Dave on the ladder, the two throwing wild elbows out at each other as they fight their way up the ladder. Both men get a hand on top of it, and realise one of them has to go. Dave and Chris start throwing punches, hitting each other on he side of the head...
McNally: Neither man is letting go of the ladder! They both want that title so badly....
Dave rakes Chris across the face, as Chris stumbles back off the ladder. He lands on his feet though, and grabs hold of Dave’s foot. Stopping him going any further. Dave kicks back and hits Chris in the face, as Chris falls back a bit. Dave decides to go for another attack though, as he jumps back, spins round and lands on top of Chris in a Lou Thez press! Dave crashes down on top of Chris, but rolls off him, obviously after hurting himself with the move at the same time. He rolls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. He stares at Chris; the usual smiling face of the Candyman has a look of pure anger and hunger painted across it, as he looks ready to try and put a finish to this. He walks (Well, more stumbles) over to Chris, and grabs him by the head, pulling him up to his feet.
Dave pushes Chris back in to the ropes, and as Chris walks forward again, Dave jumps and spins round, looking for the Diabetes Disaster corkscrew kick! However Chris manages to duck his head at the last second, as Dave’s kick sails over him. Dave manages to land on his feet, but as he spins round, he’s met with a vicious clothesline which pushes him back and over the top rope. Chris stays in, landing against the middle rope, as the crowd start cheering.
Edison: And Dave is out of the ring again! Can Chris capitalise?
Chris uses the ropes to push himself back to his feet and turns round, half collapsing forward but managing to grab on to the ladder. Slowly, he starts pulling himself up the rungs, his eyes fixated on the title belt which hangs above the ring. He climbs and climbs, but he’s exhausted and it’s taking everything he has to do so.
Dave manages to use the ring to help himself up again, as he slides in under the bottom rope. He walks round the ladder, using every bit of energy he’s got left to move, and starts climbing up in pursuit of Chris.
McNally: Is he going to get to him in time? Edison: Chris has his fingers on the title!
Indeed, Chris has managed to touch the title, but isn’t high enough up the ladder to actually grab it enough to pull it down. He has to try and take another step up the ladder, as Dave hurries to catch up with him. Just as Chris grabs the title, Dave hits him with some punches to the midsection, forcing Chris to lower his arms. Chris tries to throw some punches of his own, but Dave blocks them. Dave grabs Chris by the head and slams it down on the top of the ladder, as Chris struggles to stay on the ladder. Dave tries to climb up higher, trying to overtake him, but as Dave reaches for the title, Chris hits him with a forearm chop to the chest.
The two are at the very top of the ladder, and realise it’s time for something drastic. Chris ducks his head and tries to get one arm through Dave’s legs; the crowd go nuts, as Chris tries to lift Dave up onto his shoulders into the fireman’s carry position for his patented TNT DDT! Dave resists though, and throws some elbows to the side of the head, as Chris lets Dave back down. Dave gets his feet on the top rung of the ladder, before hitting two vicious knees to Chris’ face. Chris holds on to the top of the ladder, as Dave hits a right slap and a left slap. Chris looks to be in major trouble, as Dave grabs him by the head. Dave gets up as high as he can, and smashes Chris face in to his knees! Chris has no choice but to let go of the ladder. He falls back and lands with a crash on the canvas.
Dave is alone at the top of the ladder. The crowd cheer. Dave reaches up, and with a tear in his eye, he reaches up and grabs the title. He unhooks it and pulls it down, as the bell rings through the arena.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION! DAVE SHADOW!
Dave descends the ladder slowly and carefully, the Entertainment Title belt thrown over his shoulder. As his feet touch the canvas again, he falls back in to the ropes, landing on his ass. He holds the title close to his chest, hugging it as if he never wants to let it go.
McNally: Dave Shadow has become the Entertainment Champion, and what a war these two waged through. This was so close and really could have gone either way. Edison: The same could be said about this entire feud between these two. They both wanted the title so badly, but it looks like its Dave who will walk out of Ragnorak with the title round his waist.
As Dave’s music plays through the arena, he uses the ropes to pull himself back to a vertical base. Holding the title over his shoulder, he walks gingerly over to Chris, who also is using the ropes to get back up. Dave extends a hand and offers him helping getting up. Chris takes it, as Dave pulls him up. The two stand in the ring, as shake hands, before Chris drops and rolls out under the bottom rope.
McNally: Well, that was what this has been all about. Respect. Chris and Dave joined this company and have been looking to make names for themselves since Day One. Edison: Well, Dave takes the title, but the big question is now...how will he do with the title on his shoulder and a target on his back?
Dave celebrates his win as he walks round inside it, holding the title above his head. He laughs and cries at the same time, overcome at his first ever ACW title win.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:10:30 GMT -5
Segment: Time to rid the plague Credit: Josh Robertson
With the night nearing an end and the final match of Jake Cheng's career fast approaching we cut to the interview section of the backstage. Standing there is Charlotte King and his long-time rival and final opponent Josh Robertson. In the edge of the screen you can also see Robertson's mentor Bill Wright standing beside him. Robertson is wearing his in-ring attire and looks to be in the zone and ready to put his final opportunity against Cheng to good use. King gestures to Robertson that they are ready to begin and begins to speak. Charlotte King: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Charlotte King and tonight I am standing beside the man who will have the honour to face Jake Cheng in his final ACW match. Josh, how does it feel to be given this opportunity? You have only been here barely 2 months and yet you are already in the highest match of the night that doesn't have a championship on the line.
As King waits for a response Robertson simply nonchalantly shakes his head. Josh Robertson: Let me set one thing straight, Charlotte - facing Jake Cheng is not an honour. No, far from it. I don't know where this pre-conceived concept that Jake is a legend in this business comes from but tonight I am going to make sure it is lost once and for all. I haven't been given this opportunity, unlike the rest of the roster who either intimidate or use foul play to get their way I have been forced to pay for this opportunity. Do you want to know why I have paid for this opportunity? It is because I simply cannot allow Jake Cheng to leave ACW unscathed. I simply cannot allow Jake Cheng to leave with an illusion of having a legacy in this industry.
Charlotte King: Touching upon your last comment, on Monday it was revealed that you offered your mentor, Bill Wright's career on the line in order to get this match. May I ask how Wright himself feels about this?
Robertson frowns slightly at King trying to stir trouble, however he is well aware that tonight he will need his composure and responds. Josh Robertson: Bill understands as well as I do that what had to be done, had to be done. I offered my own career on the line firstly, but it was Jake himself that insisted he would only give me the opportunity if it was Bill's. That aside, it doesn't matter, because Jake Cheng will not be leaving this time with his arm raised. On the two occasions that I have faced Jake Cheng he has not only cheated his way to victory but he has submitted to The Purifier. Regardless of what Jake may say or think he knows deep down in his mind that WHEN I lock in that move later on tonight there will be no escape for him. Tonight for Jake, it is not a matter of if he will submit but in fact when.
Charlotte King: Those are confident words Josh, but after what has happened in past matches how can you be certain the same will not occur in this match? It is the same Jake Cheng after all.
Josh Robertson: That is just it Charlotte, I can't - but I would have thought even Jake Cheng would have a bit of decency in his final match. Besides, I am confident going into this match I have seen or experienced every trick of Jake's book, and nothing will surprise me other than the fact than if I actually see him utilise a wrestling move correctly. Jake has pulled his fair share of tricks on me and Bill over the past two months, whether in the ring or backstage and tonight is the final opportunity I will have to get retribution on Jake for way that he has disgraced this industry. He is a supposed Grand Slam Champion, yet he still results to common assault. To me, the thought of him being a champion is beyond preposterous and tonight I will show the entire world that Jake Cheng is nothing more than a fake who has relied on foul play to bring him the success he has experienced here in ACW over the past 4 years.
You can sense the intensity rising within Robertson word by word. King looks to be pleased with the reaction from Robertson as she waits to ask another question. Charlotte King: My final question is, if you defeat Jake Cheng later on tonight where do you plan to go? Do you see yourself as a contender for the entertainment title or are there other plans on your mind?
Josh Robertson: At the moment I am fully focused on exposing Jake Cheng once and for all, however there is one thing that I can confirm and that is that once I have purified Jake Cheng from ACW there are still many left on the list to be dealt with. The past month may have not exactly gone to plan, but in the future this WILL be different. While I have had to put up with Jake's foul play tactics I have seen countless others participating in similar activities, and well, if they happen to hold a title that just makes them that much more of a target. It is bad enough that these plagues are in the company, let alone hold a sign of recognition. Simply put, our goal remains the same; we are here rid ACW and the industry of those who disgrace it. We are here to destroy the plague that has contaminated this industry for far too long. Jake Cheng is simply a stepping stone like Bryce and Alex Trixer were before him, and like the many more that will come after him. Tonight, I will purify the plague that is Jake Cheng for good, before moving on to our next target. You can guarantee that.
As Robertson finishes there is a look in his eye that shows he is ready for his final opportunity against Cheng tonight. He stares at King for several moments before walking off in the direction of the ringside arena, closely followed by Wright. The camera returns to King. Charlotte King: Well, ladies and gentlemen...that was Josh Robertson!
King looks a bit embarrassed at becoming slightly tongue tied in closing the interview. The camera slowly fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:11:44 GMT -5
Segment: A New Future? (Credit: encryptic) A break in the action is delivered as the cameras pan themselves toward the backstage area, a man standing in the view looking around at his surroundings. Smoke rises from his mouth as he breathes out, rising his hand to take another puff of the lit cigarette occupying it before catching a glance of the watchful eyes looking on at his actions...
He catches a smirk and raises his eyes to the viewfinder as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and tosses it to the floor, a loud stomp following it's disappearance, the man now seemingly giving all his attention towards this chance to start himself off... [/i] What a real treat this must be for all of you fans huh? Not only do you get to sit on your asses while brain dead monkeys dance around the ring for your enjoyment... But as of this moment on, you get to catch the rare sight of actual talent making it's presence known. The man stands at around five-ten, a silver necklace in the shape of a small creature dangling from around his neck. A bandanna can be seen from the top of his head, the black hood from his jacket covering most of it from view. The man once again takes time to glance at his surroundings as the cameras remain fixated on his position... [/i] Look at this place, it's nothing more than a dump! It's nothing but a breeding ground of the worst type of people, people who think that what they do actually matter... All of you watching out there are just like everyone back here, you all think your something special, something that every human eye needs to be trained on at all times... That's right, you all only care about the spotlight, you all only care about how everyone perceives you...
The truth is that no one cares about anything you do, no one cares about anything you are... Each and everyone of you fans are just like this building, just like this very federation... Broken down and useless! The man spits off screen, presumably on the ground as subtle booing begins to arise from his viewers. He stays in place as his eyes wander towards the ceiling above, seemingly taking pleasure in the reaction he's managed to get out of the ACW fans before continuing his speech in their direction. [/i] The name's Brent Garland, I'm sure a lot of you already know that just from the aura of awesome reflecting past me every single second. I've been on magazine covers, I've been sought after for interview after interview, and I've been in the dreams of each and every girl you've ever had a crush on but was too scared to make your move.
After making my rounds in the industry, I noticed this raggedy piece of shit and decided that it needed a little enlightenment... I decided to take it upon myself to show everyone here what a real wrestler can do, what someone of my caliber, something nothing of you could possibly see out of anything that's been in this federation before... What someone of my worth can truly bring out of a match, things that only I can do that all of you would love to be able to come close to... Brent Garland - It's time this waste of space got a wake up call! It's time that someone from the inside makes everyone else realize how much time was wasted up until his arrival... I don't bring respect, I don't bring honor... All I bring with me is raw talent and a bottomless pit of potential. Once I start my steady rise to the top, I will be ready to dry all the tears of the onlookers who've yet to witness just how damn good I really am.
This pathetic excuse for a business is nothing more than a travesty in itself...
It's time someone set things straight about the true hierarchy of skill, it's time someone showed everyone else how miserable and useless everything the ACW and it's roster has accomplished, how useless every they've done has been in comparison to my future! Garland nods as if in agreement with himself as the camera remains, the fans booing and jeering a bit louder but not enough to really impact the performance on display. Garland takes one more moment to cherish the position he's in before delivering a final farewell to his previewers... [/i] Brent Garland - Nothing in the ACW is worth anything close to the talent it's just acquired... Without me standing here on this eve of destruction, this already futile business would have nothing near a upcoming future to set it's history in stone... Without me standing here, all of you would have to put this up with the crap that goes down here every week... Without me, there would be nothing truly worthy of your time in this cesspool of the wrestling world... ..... You know, you really would be thanking me right about now if you knew what was good for you... With that, the man walks off screen, the cameras finally pulling out of focus as his message remains in the minds of everyone who caught wind of his speech, a speech directed at everything he feels an obligation to help improve... Smoke from the ashes of his segment rise in his wake, the cameras cutting away. [/i][/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:12:13 GMT -5
Match 10: Exit the Dragon - Cheng's Final Match Jake Cheng vs. Josh Robertson All good things must eventually come to an end, or so they say. This is certainly true in a business with as high a rate of attrition as Professional Wrestling; and tonight, one of ACW’s original and most recognised names will take his final bow.
The match which the crowd is about to witness is hardly likely to be a glorified back-slapping exercise, however. In a month with an embarrassment of riches, the tension between Jake Cheng and Josh Robertson has stood out with a particular resonance. That tension must be resolved tonight, one way or another...
Philip Jones picks up his microphone, and is given the all-clear from the production booth to proceed. Entering the ring, the sound in the arena dies back a little.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen... our next contest is set for one fall, and has no time limit. Introducing first, from Louisville, Kentucky, at 6”3 and 245lbs... this is Josh Robertson! Robertson walks out on to the stage, with as much poise and presence as the finest of thoroughbreds to have graced his home city. He has more than just his own sky-high expectations to carry this evening; the continued employment of his mentor Bill Wright hangs in the balance. With such a pair of spurs to drive him, there can be no doubt that he poses a serious challenge to anyone who dares step into the ring with him...
Robertson ascends the steps and waits inside the ring, paying attention to little other than his own breathing and his internal preparations, as Philip continues.Philip: And his opponent, in his last ever ACW match... from Hong Kong, China, at 5”9 and 215lbs... he is a Grand Slam Champion, the Asian Extraordinare.... Jake Cheng! ”Crisis” blasts into the arena, and the crowd matches it with their cheers as Jake Cheng emerges into the spotlights. He pauses for just a second to take a look from his vantage point before making his way toward the ring, the fans on either side reaching out to him. Jake keeps his focus squarely on the ring, and the man in it; Philip takes his leave as Jake climbs through the ropes, and then makes his way around the corners, not outstaying his welcome but giving the fans near the front what they’ve been hoping for. This fulfilled, he returns to the centre of the ring.
He and Robertson exchange glances, but nothing more at this point before they start pacing. What’s said is said, and there is no more to add; they’re both all-in, with just this one hand to play out. And so it begins.Bell Rings. It’s testament to the two men who are circling nimbly in the ring that, despite the length and intensity of the evening there is not an empty seat to be seen as the match gets underway. Cheng understands the intensity of feeling which Robertson is broadcasting in every movement he makes, and he responds to that forcefulness with his own, launching forward into a blazing flurry of quick, precise heel kicks. Robertson parries with technical excellence, but he’s not quite as quick as the Asian Extraordinaire, and Jake lands a couple of smarting blows which enable him to get close and whip Robertson to the ropes. Robertson rebounds into a snap suplex, and Jake immediately pins. Referee Reynolds doesn’t even have a chance to get down on one knee to start the count, but nevertheless Jake has made a point, and it stings Robertson, causing a scowl to etch itself across his face. Jake doesn’t let up, and belts Robertson with a crescent kick; Robertson however shrugs this off and Jake makes his first serious error, opening himself up and allowing Robertson to deliver a sublime swinging neckbreaker. Rather than go for the pin, Robertson pivots on one hand and executes a novel variation on a dropkick, striking Jake hard in his right knee with both feet. Jake is quickly up, but his momentary grimace suggests that Robertson has made a mark, and the young talent quickly moves to capitalise further, blocking Jake’s attempt to lock up and then bringing him down with a fast armdrag. Robertson slips around back and tries to apply a half-crab; Jake, though, can tell exactly what his foe is trying to do and scrambles up, retreating toward the corner. The crowd calls out, encouraging Jake as Robertson moves forward with a purpose, determined to give Cheng no respite whatsoever. The two exchange a few strikes in the corner; the sound of the fans gets Jake fired up, and this seems to trigger something in his brain. Robertson is suddenly faced with the Chinese Phenom firing on all cylinders; Cheng pushes him backward a few paces, which Robertson responds to by exerting his own strength and retaking the ground, making Jake fall back to the ropes. But this is what Jake wants, and the crowd goes wild as Jake makes great use of them, twisting around, hooking Robertson up and then executing the Last Resort (Sliced Bread #2). Its appearance so early in the match catches both Robertson and the crowd out, and Jake isn’t done; with Robertson down, Jake moves swiftly to the nearest corner, ascends, and the arena is bathed in the light of a thousand Kodak moments as Jake takes flight into the Phoenix Splash. To his great credit, Robertson senses it coming and tries to move, but isn’t quite fast enough; even so, the impact is slightly lessened, and when Jake does finally pin the result is a robust 2 count. Robertson throws his arm up, and shoves Jake away as the two men rise.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:12:42 GMT -5
There is a very brief pause as the competitors recollect themselves. Jake locks eyes with Robertson and silently demands that his opponent put his metaphorical cards on the table. The crowd is loudly behind the veteran, and many a lesser man would be taken aback by such a situation. But not Josh Robertson; he flexes his muscles, shaking off the lactic acid built by the match so far, and advances, holding his hands up in a direct challenge. Cheng takes hold, and the two men grapple; rather than some static test of brute strength, the engagement is more like a chess game with the pair constantly shifting their grip, looking for the sweet spot from which they can do the most damage. It’s Robertson who finds it first, reaping the rewards of a multitude of such sessions in practice with his mentor and lifting Jake up, not up on to his shoulders but with just enough elevation for him to be able to bring his foe down on to his thigh in an Atomic Drop. Jake grimaces, and loses focus – the one thing one must never do when faced with a man like Robertson. With effortless ability, Robertson turns Jake around and performs his Shock Treatment (Gutwrench Suplex), and the sound as Jake smashes into the canvas underlines the power which Robertson is able to pour into the move. Robertson covers, and Jake kicks at the two mark.
Robertson smirks a little as he sees the dark expression on Cheng’s face. Taller and heavier than Jake, Robertson now uses those statistics to good effect, working Jake’s midsection over with kicks and knee strikes. Jake needs space, and toughing it out he waits until Robertson pauses for a fraction of a second, deciding on his next course of action. He whips Robertson hard into the corner and then runs in, delivering a strong spinning wheel kick; Robertson looks a little dazed and Jake backs up a little before running forward again. This time however Robertson is ready; he steps forward, and throws Jake upward into a defensive back body drop. Jake’s extraordinary agility is tested to the limit as he somersaults and rights himself, stunning the crowd by landing on the top turnbuckle. Without turning around, Jake gambles the farm and moonsaults off; Robertson has only a split second to realise what’s going on, and the fans are stunned as he turns on one foot, catches Jake and uses the momentum to create a Death Valley Bomb. The fall drives Robertson’s own shoulder into the mat as well as his opponent, but Robertson seems oblivious to any immediate effect as he makes a cover, 1....2....-
Jake kicks out, and the crowd roars its approval for the skill and passion shown by both men. The cumulative effects of Robertson’s attacks are starting to show in Jake’s demeanor as he pulls himself up; Robertson too is looking vexed, his own mental calculations suggesting that this war of attrition could be too close to call. Though by no means a greenhorn, Robertson’s youthful drive has a downside in the form of occasional impatience, and the occasion and atmosphere perhaps get under his skin a little as he closes in on Jake, eager to get to the business end of the match. Jake, on the other hand, has endured (and won) his fair share of slow-burners, and he senses that Robertson is now slightly vulnerable to rashness.
Some of the people in the front are being quite impolite to Robertson, and this gives Jake an idea. As Robertson gets close, Jake neatly sidesteps him; Robertson quickly swings around to try and catch him out, but Jake is too fast and, in a move which is either foolhardy or inspired, smacks his opponent across his backside. Robertson whirls around looking furious; Jake smirks, and the crowd whoops as the Quadrinity flips Robertson off with an air of supreme confidence. His fuse burnt out, Robertson charges at Cheng, who leaps athletically over him; Robertson hits the ropes, but before he can spring back Jake lowers his head and makes a charge of his own. The result is that he tackles Robertson right out of the ring, and there is a loud thud as the two men connect with the thin matting on the outside.
Robertson realises as he hauls himself up that he’s made a serious error in letting Jake goad him; his pure style gains little from the environment outside the ring, and now he has to endure the taunting of some of the coarser fans at close range. Jake meanwhile scents a chance to stamp his record with a final emphatic win, and he’s up in a flash, running up the nearby steel steps before jumping off into a flying clothesline. Robertson ducks and rolls, and gets into perfect position to deliver a mighty german suplex to Jake just after he lands; Jake struggles to get free, but Robertson holds on and brings the pair of them to a standing position before repeating the move. The second execution seems harder than the first; Jake thrashes and gets free, tumbling into the steps as he does so with a clang. Robertson rises, and his eyes pass from Jake to the steps and back again; the fans in the front clamour for a bit of heavy metal action. But Robertson gives them the most withering of looks; he detests anything with the slightest whiff of sports entertainment about it, and even though use of a convenient solid object could gain him a big advantage, it’s not a path Robertson even considers taking. Instead, he delivers a European Uppercut to Cheng, and then bundles him back into the ring.
Jake draws himself back up to a standing position; all the leaping about is taking its toll. But just one look at the expression on Robertson’s face forces his fatigue back beneath the surface; there is no way Jake is going to let all of Robertson’s bold bragging go unanswered. The crowd sense a change, and get louder as Jake and Robertson get close to one another; instead of attacking, Jake just takes up a ready position. Robertson lets rip with a series of smart forearm blows; Jake defends against them until his opponent changes tack, and whips Jake to the ropes. Jake accelerates, rebounds, and goes for a knockdown; Robertson counters it into a swinging neckbreaker and pins, 1....2- Jake kicks away. Almost as soon as they’re up, they’re down again as Robertson executes a release overhead belly-to-belly suplex, and he pins again, 1.....2...- Jake breaks out again, stands, and holds station. Robertson is strong enough to master his frustrations this time, but Jake’s manner is clearly extremely challenging. They trade a few more blows, until with a great effort Robertson manages to score a telling hit, and elevates Jake into Vertical Suplex position. He stalls, demonstrating his strength, and then brings Cheng down; the crowd cries out, and a few people start to think that Jake has thrown in the towel. Robertson makes the cover, 1......2....-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:13:22 GMT -5
No! Jake kicks, and kips up, slapping himself once across the chest. He is not being disrespectful to Robertson, but as the fans are now realising, Jake is emphatically demonstrating just what it takes to stand at the pinnacle of his profession, as he has done... and having given one half of his testimonial, it’s now time for Robertson to reap what he’s just sown...
There would be no justice whatsoever in describing Robertson as anything other than a complete package. He feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up just before Jake Cheng explodes into life, and Cheng by no means has it all his own way as he tears into his opponent with kicks too fast to count and almost too fast to see. But Robertson has expended a lot of energy in a short time, and this compromises his ability to stand up to Jake’s ferocious assault; the fans all rise up as Jake knocks Robertson down, throws himself against the ropes and then damn near kicks his opponent’s head off with the Shades of Helms (Shining Enziguri). Robertson rolls over, but refuses to lie down and, blazing with righteous anger hurls himself into the ropes just as Jake does the same on the other side of the ring. The crowd goes totally mental as the two men hurtle toward one another at full throttle – it’s touch and go who will come off best, but Jake makes all his experience count and Robertson takes a second blistering blow courtesy of the No Easy Way Out (rope assisted Lariat). This time Robertson falls as deadweight, and Jake makes the pin, hooking the leg, 1.....2.....-
There is a clear gasp of astonishment, pure amazement as Robertson gets his arm up. Jake rolls over backward to his feet and coolly lines Robertson up as he fights to stand; the crowd knows what’s coming, and the pop is huge as Jake hits the Second Heartbeat. Robertson collapses, and Jake nods, looking tired but satisfied as he pins again.
1...
2...
Thr-
The kick sends shockwaves around the arena, and Jake’s eyes widen for just a moment in surprise. All his senses go on high alert to defend from a counter-attack from Robertson, but instead Robertson rolls away from him and gets up slowly. As he does so, a section of the crowd spontaneously begins to applaud, a genuine burst of appreciation, and as the two men meet one another’s gaze, Jake gives a small nod. Robertson makes no visible sign, but a man who seeks purity in all things can certainly recognise it in Jake Cheng’s passion...
Both men are weary, and both have spoken volumes with their spirit. But this is not a fitting conclusion; the story, or at least this chapter, must have an end.
Approximately two-and-a-half minutes of unadulterated excitement now brings everything to a head. Moves are struck and parried; Robertson dodges another Second Heartbeat attempt, and Jake writhes free before Robertson can deliver his Re-education in a desperate attempt to set Jake up for the conclusion he wants. Each man can seemingly read the other like a book, and it seems as if resolution can never come... and then Jake scores with a heel kick which enables him to pull off a swift DDT. Robertson is down near the ropes, and his movement is sluggish as he uses them to try and stand; Jake signals for the Injection (Ghetto Stomp), and the crowd realises that this time, it will be lethal...
Jake leaps up, and for a second it’s as if he will carry on and break free of gravity, but then down he comes – and Robertson throws himself to one side. Jake lands, but tips forward on to his hands, and Robertson is in the perfect position to grasp Jake’s ankles...
The place almost goes into Meltdown as Robertson applies the Purifier (Sharpshhoter) and drags Jake to the centre. The referee monitors Jake; pain is etched across his face, and it is mirrored in Robertson, who is suffering too in his effort to maximise the pressure. As the agony gets worse, Jake realises with a pang that Robertson has set him up for this from the very start, placing just enough of a weakness into his favoured leg so that it would fatigue more and more as Jake became more aggressive. Jake has to hand it to him... a clever strategy indeed.
The crowd call out, willing Jake to somehow escape the inescapable. Time drags on and passes the 90-second mark; Robertson is sweating profusely, and some of the crowd hope he will break first. But Jake doesn’t need to see his foe’s face to know that’s not going to happen...
Finally, after two minutes of torture, Jake closes his eyes for a moment and listens to the fans one last time. Then, he cleanly taps, not wildly, but in the manner of a man at peace with himself.
That last win on the card would have been fine indeed. But as Jake Cheng at last understands, he really doesn’t have anything left to prove.
Bell Rings.
Philip: Here is your winner.... Josh Robertson!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:14:23 GMT -5
As Robertson releases the submission he rolls onto the canvas beside him. Whether it is from the relief of finally beating his arch nemesis, or due to sheer exhaustion, Robertson lays on the canvas for several moments. Cheng himself is motionless next to Robertson, not having moved since he was forced to tap on the canvas to submit. Robertson is helped to his feet by the referee before his arm is raised to signal that he is the victor, a tired smile appears on his face as Wright enters the ring to join him. The referee tends to Jake as Wright approaches Robertson. Wright looks elated as he glances down at Jake before raising the arm of his protégé once again. Robertson briefly looks at Wright as his arm is held high before raising his other arm in celebration.
However, his expression quickly and instantly changes as he turns inward to Wright and connects with a huge knee to the mid-section. Everyone in the arena is in shock, not the least Wright who just had his career saved and is now keeling over. Robertson grabs a hold of Wright before lifting him into the air and driving him head first into the canvas with the Re-education (Tiger 91). This time it is Bill Wright that is left motionless as the crowd look on in shock and confusion at what is happening. The referee has escaped from the ring leaving Cheng on his own laying in a similar state next to Wright as Robertson approaches the side of the ring, demanding a microphone. Once he is given one he returns to the centre of the ring where the other two men lay. Josh Robertson: I may have beat Jake Cheng tonight, Bill but there's one thing that isn't going to change and that is....the fact you're still FIRED!
Robertson pauses for emphasis as the crowd all pop. Josh Robertson: I guess I must be smarter than I look, huh? I mean, does it really say on my forehead "pleaseusemenow"? Granted, I did fall into the trap of believing that you were serious about purifying this industry, but then again that is more attractive then believing you were a senile old man who just wanted revenge for himself. Well, I guess you could say you had me there then. See, I'll admit I was probably a little slow and if it wasn't for my past or for the way you took me in then I would have clicked earlier, but then again you really couldn't of cared that much if you felt the need to blurt it out to Jake. Yes, Bill, that's right - I was there. I saw the words come out of your mouth.
Robertson pauses, he stares down at Wright before continuing. Josh Robertson: Of course, at first it hurt, I thought we were here in it together, but over recent weeks I have noticed more and more this was only about you, and do you know what? As strange as it may sound, I am actually relieved that the fact you were just using me has come out, even though everyone must be laughing at how stupid and naive I am. Do you want to know why? It is because I don't need you, and I never did. Face it Bill, without me you were and are nothing. Why do you think Jake was only concerned with you and not me? As much as I hate to admit it, he saw that you are nothing more than a manipulating son of a gun. Well, now I won't have to worry about you I'll be able to focus on the real cause fully; the purification of this industry. Oh yes, that's right. I can think for myself. Those of you who think I am nothing more than "muscle" are going to have a rude awakening. See, I am still in ACW and without a senile old man to distract me I wil be able to focus removing the pieces of plague that occupy the roster. True, Bill may have taught me the "game" if it were, but now it is time for me to branch out for myself.
Robertson lowers the microphone, pacing around the ring slowly as the two in the centre stir a little. He raises the microphone as he stops at the ropes. Josh Robertson: Believe it or not, I have a learnt a lot about this industry since I have come to ACW. Mostly the negative aspects, however. The biggest thing I have learnt in ACW is that you can trust NO ONE. And that is exactly what I am going to do from now on. I have been on the receiving end of foul play and I have been screwed over by my mentor, and quite frankly I am sick of it! I am here for one reason and one reason only and that is to bring some integrity back to this industry and get rid of some of the pieces of crap disgracing it! From now on I am focused on myself and only myself. I AM the greatest wrestler to ever grace an ACW ring and I am going to prove it by disposing of anyone who crosses my path. Just like Bill Wright, just like Jake Cheng, just like Alex Trixer and just like Bryce if you dare to underestimate me you will be the one that will be on the end of purification. From now on I will no longer have restraint or remorse, I will simply enter every match with a view that it is a stepping stone to achieving my cause. You have all been warned.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:15:21 GMT -5
As Robertson finishes there is a strange look about him. He seems different to the character that we have come to know over past weeks. His lack of regard is alarmingly apparent, as is the look in his eye that shows the betrayal of his mentor has left a deeper mark than he is letting on. He rolls under the bottom and heads up the entrance ramp as is Jake Cheng is slowly getting to his feet in the centre of the ring. Jake Cheng: Well, in this situation, Stan would probably say something like “Boy, is it a lot less generic in this ring, or is it just me?” But seriously, I have never been one of those people in come out in the ring and speak to the crowd. Looking back on that, I wish I had been out in this ring. I wish I had the opportunity to be out here for every show, wrestling for you. So I guess there is only one thing left to do: Thank you. For everything. I basically started my career in ACW and it is ending here. After the way you have treated me, I don’t really deserve any other fans. You are all the greatest and once again, thank you. The crowd gets up and applauses and Jake gets a little teary eyed. Even though he may have lost to Robertson, that is not how he will remember that night. He will remember it as the night when the entire ACW Arena is on their feet clapping for him. He almost loses it as he climbs each of the four turnbuckles to give the fans one last photo up. A small, ten year old black child holds up a sign that says “I’ll miss you Cheng!” with a sad face next to it. Jake motions for the kid to come to the guard rail so he can sign it. After that, Jake slowly makes his way up the ramp and to the backstage of the ACW Arena.
Yeah, I know what you are thinking…..…that was the worst farewell segment in the history of farewell segments! First I have to read that match only to have Jake lose and then this garbage. Well, try not to cry (any more than you already have ) because there is one final treat for you all, courtesy of Top Draw. Well actually, it was mostly me, but BK helped….write his lines.
Fade Out
OOC: Post-match credits to Josh and Jake, obviously.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:17:58 GMT -5
“A Long Time Coming” Credit: Thunderkiss [She sees him coming from the corner of her eye and she does her best to not turn her head toward him. All it takes is one glance to make her stomach ill and she cannot afford to put any stains on her evening gown tonight. After all, you don’t find a Jason Wu like this laying on the rack everyday. Head down, she can only manage to shove the microphone in his face and be as blunt as possible.] Charlotte King: Let’s just get this over with. You know what to do. Speak. Thunderkiss: Wow, how professional of you.Charlotte: You’re one to talk. Thunderkiss: Whatever. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO, BROTHER! Another year, another Ragnarok! You know you are starting to become a staple within ACW when you fondly remember pay-per-views past. It seems just like yesterday when I nearly chopped off Leon Chase’s hand. I will never forget the look in his eye when he realized his days as competing in “Iron Chef” were over. And let’s not forget last year’s classic “Snake Pit” match. Feeding Rattlesnake to his several members of his namesake was quite satisfying, I assure you. While it warms my heart to look back at the past, it is the present that occupies my thoughts. You see, tonight I have another opportunity to add to my already impressive PPV resume. The task shall be daunting, I will not lie. In order to do this, I have to fight not one man, but two. Now this may seem “scary” to sum but to me it’s just another day at the office. Look at my track record. You will see that I’ve made a habit of making fools of multiple men at once and doing so with ease. Fallen Heroes 2007. The Previous years Winter’s Discontent “To Break the Breaker” match. Last year’s Bloody Valentine fatal four way. Charlotte: *Yawn* Thunderkiss: Macho Man, this is our third dance, not counting tag matches. Do not think for a moment I haven’t forgotten the fact that I have yet to pin your shoulders for three seconds. It seems since the moment I stepped out of the ACW entranceway I have been chasing your shadow. Just when it appears I am about to catch it, you have to swoop in and steal it away from me yet again. I’m done, Mach’. I’m done taking a backseat to your “legend.” I am so sick of having to hear about how “so and so” is so great for doing things wayyyy long ago when ACW was a much different place than it is now. People like yourself need a reality check. Titles were won and achievements gained by individuals who wouldn’t last a second these days and that’s the cold, hard reality, Mach’. ACW was built with sub par talent and it wasn’t until names such as myself were added to the roster that this company became both respected and recognized. You guys may deserve credit for building the foundation, but it is *WE* who have built the skyscraper known as Alpha Championship Wrestling. Charlotte: It was blatantly obvious your ignoring of Jake Steele, Thunderkiss. Do you not have any words for the man people dubbing as the “next big thing?” Thunderkiss: As far as the other participant in this match up goes, he can go choke on a dick. He is nothing more than a two bit punk that doesn’t belong in ACW let alone this entire business. After tonight he will be back scalping tickets on the corner where he belongs. Charlotte: Ehrm. Isn’t there anything else you would like to add? Thunderkiss: Nope. That about sums it up. We done?Charlotte: I can only hope so. Thunderkiss: Well since you put it like that, can I fondle your cupcakes for ol’ times sake? [She freezes like a block of ice in Antarctica. Everyone has a breaking point. After years of enduring TK’s crude comments, she has finally reached her limit. In a calm, rational tone, she simply says the following while not removing her fixated gaze on a nearby wall.] Charlotte: That’s it. I’ve had it. I’m done. I can’t deal with this every single time I am asked to interview you. Thunderkiss: Man! What crawled up your vagoo and died?[She snaps out of her trance, and upon doing so, snaps into him. Finger shoved right between his bulging biceps, she cuts loose with two and a half years of pent up frustration.] Charlotte: You see! This is what I’m talking about! I’ve had it with your big, loud mouth! Thunderkiss, you walk around and say callous things to others without thinking twice. You good sir need a wake up call and by God, I am going to give you one. Or perhaps I should say my lawyers! Thunderkiss: Does this mean the interview is over?[Charlotte doesn’t respond. As far as she is concerned, he doesn’t exist. To acknowledge him any further would be detrimental to her mental health and she will not allow him the satisfaction. One thing is for sure and that is Charlotte King does not make idle threats. TK will pay the piper but not today! He instead has an appointment in the ring and he doesn’t dare show up late.] Thunderkiss: I guess so. Oh well. RING, HERE I COME! [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:18:23 GMT -5
Reserved for Scott Andrews
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Segment: I could just… ARGH!!! Credit: Steele and Train
The night is almost over and we’re just moments away from the second to last match of the night, that of course being the International Title match. Which involves Thunderkiss, the champion Macho Man RDK and Jake Steele… as this scene fades in, we see Steele sitting inside of the RSXZ locker room. It’s just him and Thunder Train, who is sitting on a bench nearby eating three bags of chips at once. Steele already has wrists taped up and on his hands are his brass knuckles. He’s all primed and ready for the match of his life, punching into the air to get himself even more psyched up. He punches for a few seconds before he is interrupted by Kevin Anderson. He just decides to barge into the room, and he gets awkward looks from Steele and Train both. He seems to have a swagger in his step, obviously forgetting the last time he interviewed the Road Steelers. He smiles and decides to ask some questions.
Kevin Anderson: Steele, my dawg. I gotta ask you some questions before the big ma-
Steele - Wait a minute… who da FUCK told you to just come in our locker room?[/color]
Kevin Anderson: I just assumed it was okay homeslice, you know how we do in the ho-
Steele - Why da fuck you talkin’ like Vanilla Ice?[/color]
Kevin Anderson: Cause, uhm, I thought that maybe it would help me interview you better…
Homie.
Steele - Train.[/COLOR]
Train looks up at Steele, then at Kevin… as he hops up to his feet and yells at the top of his lungs. Kevin damn near pisses himself as Steele just shakes his head and Train goes back to eating his chips. Steele then looks over at the cameraman and motions for him to come closer.
Steele - See dat shit? Dat’s what I got to deal with everyday. Stupid niggas like dat. Stupid niggas like Thunderbitch and RDK. Stupid OLD niggas like Steve Phillips. It’s a long list of jealous, petty muthafuckas who have expired on the ACW roster. A list of men who either have already been taken out by me, or will be taken out me, you dig? And tonight… tonight I knock two names off. Tonight I prove to the world dat I am da Truth! I will prove dat I am da Future! And I will prove dat I am da greatest man International Champion to walk into ACW! …Feel me?
The cameraman nods, and Steele smiles. Train continues to eat his chips as Steele looks over to his stable partner.
Steele - Feel me, Train?
Train: I’m eating.
Steele - I SAID DO YOU FEEL ME?[/COLOR]
Train: …I am eating.
Steele - Fuck… yo…[/color]
Steele snatches the chips away from Train and begins to rip the bag in half, Train has a big ‘WTF” look on his face as Steele lets the chips fall to the ground.
Steele - CHIPPPSSSSS!!![/COLOR]
After all of the chips fall out, Steele just looks at the bag of chips… then he looks down and Train is vacuuming up the chips with his mouth. Steele face palms as the scene fades…
What the fuck?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:19:55 GMT -5
Match 11: ACW International Championship - Triple Threat Match The Macho Man RDK vs. Thunderkiss vs. Jake Steele (Credit: Dan White/RDK/Kiss) Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen the following bout is scheduled for one fall! And it is a Triple Threat match for the International Championship! The first contestant, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at a weight of 234 pounds... he is the self proclaimed "The Truth"... Jake! STEEEELLEEE!MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
CAKE!
[/size] ...I need da' cake nigga...[/center] "Cake" begins to boom over the entire arena as Jake Steele comes out from the back, his confidence at a high level. Some of the fans begin to boo, but the rest even let out a few cheers and claps for him. Steele rocks his head to the beat and slides into the ring, raising his arms into the air as he cocks a smile. His entrance is cut short though as "God of Thunder" hits the sound system and Steele looks to the entrance with a "oh hell no" look on his face. Thunderkiss walks through the curtains only to be met by Steele, who literally leaps onto the Worldbreaker!! Maxwell McNally: What the hell is Steele doing?! “Fast” Eddie Edison: He wants to start this match early!! Thunderkiss evades the attack, but Steele comes back with several blows to the face, trying to take the big man down before the match has even started! TK manages to shoves Steele away, and responds with a punch of his own, which nearly swipes the smirk off Steele's face. Steele responds quickly with another punch, and TK fires one back! Steele fires another one in, and again Thunderkiss fires one back, not allowing Steele any advantage! But Steele then responds with a knee to the stomach, doubling the Grand Slam champion over. He then grabs TK, whacking his face into the massive structure over the Alphatron. TK stumbles back a couple of steps, and Steele grabs him again, but this time TK manages to evade getting whacked again. Instead, he elbows Steele's stomach, forcing him away, and trying to take him down with a Big Boot, which Steele manages to bypass by spinning around and towards TK. He quickly grabs TK by the head again, whacking it off the huge structure, causing him to fall to the ground. Steele then looks at the structure, looks down at TK, and smirks. Maxwell McNally: I don't know what Steele's planning here, but it looks like it's going to be immense... “Fast” Eddie Edison: Please tell me he's not going to climb that thing! Steele smirks again to the camera, lifts his arms up, and holds on to the structure. He then begins to climb it, sending the crowd and commentators alike crazy as he gets about 8 feet up onto the structure! And without a moment's hesitation, in a tribute to TNA, he leaps off into a Shooting Star Press, crash-landing onto Thunderkiss!!! Maxwell McNally: What a move!! Steele has taken out Thunderkiss and the match hasn't even officially started yet!! There's pandemonium as Steele lifts himself off of TK, and rests his head against the Alphatron. We've seen a massive spot and we've not even seen the International Champion yet. Steele picks TK up, who's rendered temporarily useless at the moment after the dramatic SSP. Steele starts taking him down to the ring, whacking him off the ringside barricades as they make their way down. Steele then rolls him into the ring for what is the first time in this match, yet the bell doesn't ring. With RDK not here yet, the match can't officially start, and Steele looks to use this to his advantage. Remaining out the ring, he pulls up the apron and starts pulling out all sorts of weaponry, from a steel chair to a lead pipe, and even an old leather boot! Steele stares at this for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders and throwing the weapons into the ring. He re-enters, but cruelly meets a recovered TK, who boots him hard in the face. TK rests on the ropes for a moment, but then looks at the weapons Steele brought in, and decides to go crazy. He looks at all three, before choosing to go for the leather boot! Maxwell McNally: A leather boot?! Well that's certainly an odd choice! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Odd, maybe, but look at the size of that thing!! It may sound like an unconventional weapon, but this is not a small boot, and every time he smashes it against Steele's back, it gives an almighty WHACK! sound! WHACK!Steele: AHHH!!!! WHACK!Steele: FUCK!!! WHACK!Steele: SHI-AHHHH!!!! Maxwell McNally: Steele looks in a lot of pain, look at his back! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I think the wails were enough to show he was in pain, Max! The collaboration of rubber and leather doesn't go nicely on Steele's skin, and he's left with noticeable bruising, as TK tosses the boot out the ring, and then focuses on the steel chair. Lifting it up, he smashes it against Steele's body, and Steele lets out another wail. TK smirks and is tempted to go for a second chair shot, but instead has another idea. He sets the chair up, and lifts Steele up, seating him on it. TK then picks the lead pipe up, and runs towards the ropes. He catapults off, sending him forward at a furious pace. He then aims the lead pipe right, and forces it with some power into Steele's forehead. Steele flies off backwards, and blood splatters everywhere. Steele rolls out of the ring and slumps against the steel steps, as Thunderkiss poses in front of the crowd. MACHO, MACHO MAN!!!!!!! Maxwell McNally: The Macho Man is here!! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh LORD! NOW THIS MATCH IS GONNA KICK OFF!!! The fans go absolutely mental as “Macho Man” by the Village People hits, and RDK storms out through the curtains, holding the International Title. He drops it on the ramp, and turns his march into a run, racing down the ramp. TK meanwhile is still in a state of shock, and pretty much just stands there eyes-widened as RDK slips into the ring and leaps on top of Thunderkiss, with the fans making the loudest pop of the night so far. RDK's punches are absolutely rapid, as quick as a rabbit in mating season, and it's clear that RDK still holds the passion that might had three years ago at his last Ragnarok outing. RDK leaps off of TK, going towards the ropes and throwing his arms up, and the security have to be on guard to hold back the crowd in that section as they leap up into hysterics. RDK then turns back around, clenching his fist and driving it into TK's chest. TK reacts like he's been shot, jolting to his feet and stumbling all over the place, and RDK powerfully clotheslines him over the top rope, with such force that both men end up on the outside. Maxwell McNally: RDK's on fire!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:20:38 GMT -5
The two aren't done yet, and they're still scrapping on the floor. This time TK is on top of RDK, throwing punches like he's never done before, using the Macho Man's head like a punch bag in preparation for a Heavyweight Boxing match. But RDK manages to throw Thunderkiss off, and he scrambles to his feet. TK shuffles back a bit, and gets up, so that both men are a few feet apart. They watch each other very closely, aware of every sudden movement, before locking up. Thunderkiss manages to shoves RDK down to the ground, and he looks at the announcer's tables, smirking before ripping the covering off of one of them, and removing the monitors. Another pop goes up here as it's clear what Thunderkiss plans to do, and he then turns to lift RDK up. He brings RDK over to the exposed table, but RDK fights back with a couple of shots to the face. This makes Thunderkiss pretty groggy, and RDK follows it up by whacking it off the table. RDK then lifts Thunderkiss onto the table. He hooks the head, and there's a massive pop as RDK points out to the crowd, ready to plant the Rock Bottom. But Thunderkiss has other plans. He manages to force RDK up onto his shoulders, and plants the Heaven's Door through the other table!!! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Maxwell McNally: What a counter by Thunderkiss!!! He's broken RDK in two! “Fast” Eddie Edison: DAAAAAANNNNNGERRRRRROOOOOUUUUSSS!!!!!!! Thunderkiss stands proud and rubs his hands to show that the damage has been done, even though he knows that in reality, he's still got to bundle either RDK or Steele back into the ring and make the cover. But as the referee checks on RDK, it doesn't look good, as RDK looks like he may have hit his face off one of the monitors. TK hangs about for a couple of seconds, but he's in no mood to wait around any longer. He grabs the referee, hurling him backwards, and drags RDK up and into the ring with some force. RDK isn't quite bloodied, but his cheek has swollen up, and he crawls sluggishly on all fours, and already look to be out of the match, despite having barely fought five minutes. Thunderkiss gets into the ring as well, and he flexes his muscles. He picks RDK up into a bearhug, and squeezes tightly, attempting to sap all the energy out of the former two-time World Champion. In addition to this, he makes his way to one of the corner, forcing himself into it, using RDK as the buffer, so RDK endures the turnbuckle as well as the bearhug, and looks pretty out of it. Maxwell McNally: Thunderkiss beginning to wear RDK down now! “Fast” Eddie Edison: The more he keeps this up, the more chance he has of winning!! But there's one shining ray of hope for RDK. Being in the corner, he manages to latch his feet onto the bottom turnbuckle. TK notices this, and tries to pull RDK away, but to no avail. Frustrated, he looks into RDK's eyes, and RDK has a smirk. TK looks confused, but he soon finds out what RDK has in store, as the Macho Man lifts himself up, spinning around and taking Thunderkiss down with a Tornado DDT!! There's another large pop from the crowd, as both men lay flat out. The fans start to get behind both men, but not forgetting that Jake Steele is on the outside. A camera pans over, and Steele is slowly beginning to stir, but there's a lot of blood seeping out of his head. The camera pans back to the ring, and both RDK and Thunderkiss are also beginning to get to their feet, at opposite corners of the ring. They get up, and cast a fearful eye over at one another. The looks say it all, and all the flashback between these two men live long in the eyes of many in this crowd. Maxwell McNally: What an epic moment, ladies and gentlemen. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Shades of Omega Effect 3, anyone? Macho and Thunderkiss lock up once more. Macho takes Thunderkiss and whips him into the ropes and ducks down for a big back body drop. Unfortunately for him, Thunderkiss sees it coming a mile away and puts on the breaks at the last second. He then counters with a knee blast that sends Randy flying backwards onto the mat. Now down, Thunderkiss wails away on him with a series of rattling elbow drops. This continues until Jake Steele is back in the match up. From behind, he takes Thunderkiss and latches onto his body. He then shifts all his weight downwards and drives both knees into TK’s back for a lung blower. With both Macho and TK out of the way, Steele can combo up any way he sees fit. He decides to take care of two birds with one stone by rushing to the 2nd rope, leaping off of it, and coming back with a big body splash that nails both competitors! He then lays on both of them causing the referee to register the pin! ONE!
TWO!!
T ... KICK OUT!!! Macho and Thunderkiss kick out at the same time and roll to their knees. Here, Jake Steele begins to pound away at both of their heads as if they were a pair of drums. Neither man takes kindly to this and they block his latest attempts and fire back with a double punch that staggers Jake Steele clear out of the ring! He falls up and over the ropes and crashes to the outside where he becomes a non factor for the next minute or two. Back inside, Macho man clubs TK on the back of his head causing him to stumble forward. He is in perfect position for a snap DDT and that’s exactly what Macho does to him! Needing some Macho type offense, RDK goes into his bag of tricks. He stalks Thunderkiss until he is on his feet. At this point Macho leaps onto him and takes him down and around with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Thunderkiss is down on the mat thriving in pain and Macho plans to rub more salt in his wounds! Just like Steele a second ago, Macho hits the 2nd rope and leaps off with a MOONSAULT! He lands hard on Thunderkiss and remains on top of him for a pin fall attempt!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:21:11 GMT -5
ONE!
TWO!!
T ... KICK OUT!!! Thunderkiss rolls his shoulder at the last second and is quickly pulled up onto his feet. Macho then decides to hit the home run ball - literally. Seeing Jake Steele stir from outside the ring, Macho takes Thunderkiss and throws him out of the ring, aiming him directly at Jake Steele. Thunderkiss lands hard on Jake and both men roll onto the fan barricade causing all in attendance to leap to their feet and cut loose with cheers! Macho then commands the ring by strutting around in a circle in a RDK type fashion! The crowd loves every moment of it but Steele and TK couldn’t feel more the opposite. Wanting revenge, both men quickly pull themselves up and climb up onto the ring apron! There, Macho charges the ropes while both men have their hands latched on the top rope. Macho then also places his hand upon it and gives it one mighty tug inward. Both Jake and TK go flying into the ring with a double catapult! The fans once again leap to their feet and roar in approval! Its not every day that one sees something like this and they know it! “Fast” Eddie Edison: What incredible strength by Kanyon! How much weight was that he just slingshotted into the ring?! Maxwell McNally: Easily over 500 pounds, Eddie! Macho picks the closest target to him - Thunderkiss. He begins to stomp down upon him with thunderous foot stomps. Jake Steele attempts some offense, but quickly shares TK’s fate. Macho stomps him all over but soon he discovers he cannot keep both men down at once. Finally, Steele is able to tackle Macho to the canvas where he begins to give him a little payback. Meanwhile, Thunderkiss rolls to the corner and decides to wisely recover his strength. He is going to need it for the finish line and plans to make it there one way or another. Over in the middle of the ring, Jake Steele picks up Macho and then takes him right back down with a spinning round house! Macho drops with an incredible thud and Steele then sees TK sucking air. Wanting to knock it right out of him, he charges and picks him up onto his feet. He then hooks TK’s head and tucks it to his side and hits the ropes for a tornado DDT! Thunderkiss lays on his back thriving in pain and Jake combos with a 2nd rope knee blast! It hits TK right between the eyes and Jake takes advantage of his dismay with a pin! ONE!
TWO!!
T ... KICK OUT!!! Macho pulls Steele off TK at the last second! Upset at his chance of victory being taken from him, Jake Steele responds with a leaping kick that nails Macho on the side of his head. Having downed both men, Steele turns his attention to the crowd where he unwisely seeks their approval. They respond with a chorus of boos and he in turn flips them off. This delay in action proves most costly as he turns back around and comes face to face recovered Macho Man and Thunderkiss! Both men latch onto a side of Jake Steele and lift him upwards for an incredible DOUBLE ROCK BOTTOM! The entire arena comes alive as they watch TK join Macho in his finisher! Surely Jake Steele is down for a pin fall, now it’s just a matter of deciding who will take advantage of this fact! Not wanting either man to have the victory, Macho and Thunderkiss engage in a series of fistacuffs to end all fistacuffs! Unfortunately for Macho, TK’s increased hitting power gets the most of him and Macho is sent into next week with a stiff right hook! Macho drops and TK quickly turns his attention back to Jake Steele! Has too much time passed since the Double Rock Bottom? ONE!
TWO!!
T ... KICK OUT!!! Yes! Jake Steele kicks out at the last second and this match continues. The Kiss Amry begins to boo in disapproval but quickly repositions themselves so that they can continue to support Thunderkiss in his endevors. With a lift upwards, Thunderkiss puts Jake Steele on his feet and then locks on the Iron Claw known as the COUNTDOWN TO EXTINCTION! Steele is in incredible pain as his body flips around in TK’s palm. TK continues to crunch his face hoping to snap his skull in two! Jake Steele desperately tries to get out, any more time in this hold will surely spell the end of him. Luckily for him, Macho steps in and breaks it up before he even thinks about submitting. This makes TK angry, VERY angry and he comes at Macho with a roaring clothesline! Macho is able to counter with a kick to his gut. This bends TK over and in turn RDK lifts him up, over and down with a big time SAMOAN DROP! The crowd majority once again drowns out our announcers but that doesn’t stop them from trying! Maxwell McNally: Macho just did it for them! “Fast” Eddie Edison: He did it for the ... people! Back in the ring Macho takes advantage of the wounded Jake Steele by lifting him to his feet and giving him a SAMOAN DROP own his own! Macho then thinks about slapping on a submission move here but then thinks of the better of it. With two men, wearing one of them down would prove near impossible. The second he would work his move on, the other man would surely have an open shot. That in mind, Macho decides to go to the top rope for some high flying, risk taking manuvers! Pirching himself up on top like an eagle, Macho takes flight with a flying elbow drop. It lands right across TK’s neck and Macho hesitates over a pin fall. Knowing that he needs to keep Jake down, Macho again takes to the top rope and sets himself up top for another flying elbow. This time he is not as lucky. At the last second Jake Steele puts his knees up and Macho goes sailing directly into them. They impale his side and Macho quickly rolls out of the ring screaming in pain. He might have cracked some ribs or in the worst case, broken them. Back in the ring, Jake Steele is able to stir enough to place his hand over TK for a very weak, but possibly effective pin fall! ONE!
TWO!!
T ... KICK OUT!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:22:20 GMT -5
ONE!
TWO!!
T ... KICK OUT!!! NOPE! Thunderkiss rolls at the last second once more and continues to fight for another day! Slowly but surely both men crawl to their feet. Once standing, Jake Steele gives TK a head butt. Big mistake. Deciding that they should trade, TK also gives Steele a headbutt and staggers him all the way to the corner. Once there, TK straddles the top rope and shoots down with 10 standing corner punches. The crowd begins to count down each one of them! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! AND ...... TEN! The last one is a drop down wind up punch and the crowd marks for it massively! Steele slumps down in the corner and TK picks him up and puts him onto his shoulders. What he does next is crimp down on him with unbelievable pressure! This is rarely seen, but we all know what it is. It is the APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION! Steele fails around in TK’s torture rack and once again finds himself in big time trouble! The referee asks Steele if he wishes to submit but Steele won’t budge. TK pulls down harder and senses victory - almost! Seeing TK with the advantage, Macho shoots himself into the ring and chop blocks TK from behind! This causes him to fall and Jake Steele conveniently falls right on top of him! ONE!
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T ... KICK OUT!!! Macho pulls Steele of TK and the Thunderman rolls extremely unhappy about being underneath so many pin attempts! Upset, he leaps to his feet and clentches both fists. He then shoots down with an incredible THUNDERQUAKE! Both Steele and Macho are stunned by the vibrations and TK takes them down with a double clothesline! Now it’s TK’s turn to showboat and he does so without reservations! He cuffs his ear to the crowd and they either boo or cheer, either way, they are paying attention to him. Lifting Jake onto his feet, TK is taken aback by how quickly he has recovered. Steele gives TK a WHIRLWIND KICK that drops him into the canvas like a ton of bricks. One pick up later, Steele combos with a swinging neckbreaker known as the BROKEN LEGACY! Thunderkiss eats his second swinging neckbreaker of the night and Steele is not done. As TK struggles to pull himself upwards, Steele takes off running at him with an OLE’ KICK! TK goes nighty-night, but before Steele can even think about pinning him, Macho rolls him up from behind! ONE!
TWO!!
THREe ... KICK OUT!!! OOOOOHHHH! Steele almost gets rolled up in this match up but he manages to get his shoulder up at the last possible second. Macho leaps to his feet taking Steele with him. He then tosses him into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a LOU THEZ PRESS! Macho begins to hammer down on him ala Stone Cold and Steele is once again picked up! Macho slaps him in a Rock Bottom position! Steele counters by ramming his elbow into the side of Macho’s head, finally freeing him! Steele then gives Macho a standing dropkick that sends him flying back to the ropes! Steele combos by clotheslining Macho out of the ring, or so he thought. As he turns his attention back to Thunderkiss, Macho latches onto the top rope with his hand stopping his decent to the outside. With incredible strength, he pulls himself back into the ring and lands on his feet! Steele has no idea he is right behind him and that is going to cost him dearly! Macho quickly spins him around and latches onto him with yet another ROCK BOTTOM! Steele is taken down to the canvas this time and it’s apparent that Macho will be walking out as champion tonight! ONE!
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T ... KICK OUT!!! NO! Thunderkiss has stirred enough to latch onto Steele’s boot and pull him out of harms way - breaking up the pin fall in the process. Macho gives him a stomp on his head for his efforts and then decides to hit TK where it hurts the most! He atomic drops him right across his knee and TK will be singing soprano for quite some time! TK retreats to the outside of the ring where he tries to comfort his “boys” leaving Macho alone in the ring with Steele. Both Steele and Macho latch onto one another and throw each other around like rag dolls. Back and forth they go in a series of counters that makes this match resemble a puro one for this moment in time. Finally their exchange comes to an end with a Macho back fist that hits Steele right in his chops! Jake stumbles down to a knee and Macho lifts him up onto his shoulders for yet another SAMOAN DROP! Or so he thought. Steele jumped off of Macho's shoulders at the last minute and retreated to a opposite corner of the ring, as TK slides back in slowly going to the corner of his own. Macho Man RDK, Jake Steele and TK all stand in different corners. Panting, Macho Man RDK knows that keeping his title tonight will not be an easy feet. TK strikes a pose in his corner, getting a surprise heel pop from the crowd. After the intensity of the first 15 minutes of this match, one wonders how much longer it'll take before one of these men goes down for the 3-count...as well as the question of WHO will make this 3-count happen...Steele spits on the mat. Jake Steele: Fuck dis!Steele having caught his breath, bolts towards RDK. TK watches on with amusement, hands on hips. RDK is not quick enough to get out of the way and is forced to suffer the consequences of this attack.. Edison: A RUNNING ELBOW SMASH! DANGERRRROUSSS!Steele hits the Macho Man full force with this weardown maneuver, making the ACW Legend smash his back into the turnbuckle before crumbling to a sitting position. Steele walks backwards and looks back at TK, who has his arms crossed. He looks over at the IN title belt that sits at the announcer's table and then looks back at Steele. Thunderkiss: So, let me see if I got you figured out correctly. You want that belt, right? Steele also looks over at the gold strap, and then looks back at TK. Jake Steele: When I lost dat title, it wasn't to dat bitch Macho! I fought for my first reign, and I beat everyone who tried to get in my way. And I'll be DAMNED if I don't do da same when I get my second, do you dig, bitch!?Kiss uncrosses his arms, and subsequently brushes himself off. Thunderkiss: Heh, spunk...that's what I like to hear Slim!It isn't long before the two engage in a grapple and Thunderkiss immediately takes control, using his size to his advantage. An irish whip sends Steele flying towards the ropes and TK readies for the big boot. Steele ducks the maneuver and continues running to the opposite ropes. TK turns around in hopes of meeting the ricochet in the form of Jake Steele but is sadly dissapointed as RDK intercepts the speed-gaining thug with a running lariat, nearly decapitating him! McNally: Oh dear LORD!Steele is now down and RDK looks over at Thunderkiss. The two slowly walk towards eachother and meet in the middle of the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 17:23:11 GMT -5
The crowd instantly begins to chant the names of the two larger than life superstars. It is almost a mirror of their OE III encounter... Crowd: RDK!
RDK!
RDK!
RDK!
RDK!RDK looks over at TK, and a smile slowly appears on the Macho Man’s face as he glares towards his foe. But suddenly amongst the “RDK” chants, a feint chant can be heard edging on Thunderkiss. TK smirks at RDK, and points to the fans as his chant draws louder. Crowd: THUNDERKISS!
THUNDERKISS!
THUNDERKISS!
THUNDERKISS!
THUNDERKISS!Maxwell McNally: My GOD this is deafening! TK smirks even more, as the atmosphere intensifies. Crowd: RDK!
RDK!
THUNDERKISS!
THUNDERKISS!
RDK!
THUNDERKISS!“Fast” Eddie Edison: The BUILDING IS ACTUALLY SHAKING MAXWELL! RDK!
THUNDERKISS! RDK! THUNDERKISS! RDK! THUNDERKISS! RDK!THUNDERKISS!RDK!THUNDERKISS!RDK!THUNDERKISS![/color] It isn't long before the two engage in a grapple and the battle of strength ensues. Macho vs. Kiss. MachoManiacs vs. Kiss Army. The foundations of the complex begin to shake until Kiss once again gets the upper hand as he had done with Steele, sending a few punches the Macho Man's way. TK hits Macho in the face with rhythym and precision, quickly maneuvering the 2x ACW Champion towards the ropes. TK grabs a hold of the champion's throat and presses him over the top rope. Macho gags and TK cracks a smug smile. Thunderkiss: Mach'...I'd say it's time for bed!!TK grabs RDK's arm with his other hand, while still keeping a grip on his neck. He pulls The Macho Man forward and bends him over, going for a BOX OFFICE SMASH!!!! ~!~WHAM~!~ Macho crumbles to the ground and TK gloats over his sheer overpowering of the ACW's International Champion! TK is interrupted however by a familiar voice... Jake Steele: You didn't SERIOUSLY count me out', did ya nigga?TK turns around to have the former International Champion charge towards him, going for a Dai-Chan Bomber (TOP ROPE FLYING CLOTHESLINE!) ! IT'S ALL OVER FOR THE ACW ULTRA HEEL--- Edison: NUMBER TWO!?The second of TK's 5 moves of doom is executed, however this time it is administered to Steele! Steele is caught in his attempt to clothesline TK, and is SCOOP SLAMMED for his troubles! TK stands over the fallen Steele, pointing to the crowd. Thunderkiss: This is the THUNDER!Thunderkiss raises his biceps into the air and flexes it. Thunderkiss: AND THIS, BROTHER, THIS IS THE--!~!~SWOOSH~!~ RDK: ...MACHHH![/b] Another LARIAT!!! Macho Man knocks down the Leader of the Kiss Army in style! TK is down, but not for long. Steele rolls to his feet and the three men once again find themselves all starin eachother down in a scene remeniscant of "Good, Bad and the Ugly"... TK is up to his feet, swiping away blood from his now bleeding lips. Steele and RDK are astounded at how quickly TK was able to get up from that devestating lariat! The two superstars look at eachother. RDK: You thinkin' what I'm thinkin', brud?!Jake Steele: I'm thinkin' a whole bunch of things right now, sucka!The two nod in agreement to eachother before turning their attention to Kiss, who strikes another pose. The unstoppable force that he is, waiting for his opponents to make the next move. Thunderkiss: Look crackerjacks, I know what you're all thinkin'. "Let's double-team the Kiss!"...NOT gonna work, BROTHER!Before RDK and Steele can even make headway in charging towards Kiss, he drops to the floor immediately and hits the THUNDERQUAKE!!!! Macho and Steele stop dead in their tracks and are stunned long enough for Kiss to come by with a double clothesl--NO! RDK and Steele duck the maneuver and go off the opposite ropes! THEY ARE COMIN' BACK! McNally: A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE FROM THE TWO SUPERSTARS....?--NO! TK DUCKS, both arms go over his head, and his 36-inch pythons wrap around the two competitors! No...he couldn't....he WOULDN'T!!! NOT UNLESS.... Thunderkiss: BRINGIN' DOWN THE HOUSE, BROTHER![/color] DOUBLE-ROCK-BOTTOM! TK hits the move with ultra power! THE RING SHAKES...IT QUAKES...IT RUMBLES!!!!!!! Edison: JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!McNally: HE'S TAKEN A LEAF OUT OF THE MACHO MAN'S BOOK!
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