Post by BK London on Oct 2, 2008 19:36:05 GMT -5
Yoko jumps straight up for the Flying Guillotine!
BK stands upright, catching her! He's got her in the same position you would cradle a baby in. He contemplates chucking her over the ropes to the floor as one would chuck a baby, but she begins squirming in his grip. So he just drops her over his knee with a standard backbreaker, just as one would backbreaker a baby. He revels in the very visible pain he just struck his arch rival with. He looks down at her face and simply smiles at her.
A fine red mist spews into BK's eyes.
He grabs his eyes in pain, shoving Yoko away from him. BK argues with RAF about whether or not it was a poisonous liquid or just blood in her mouth. Yoko argues whether or not she can roll him up, and does so!
But BK rolls right on through and kicks her right in her big stupid nose. Yoko flees in both pain and, surprisingly, fear. She hides behind RAF long enough to confirm that her nose is fine, and then spews another red mist at BK, over RAF's shoulder, to spite him. It doesn't reach BK, but he gets the message.
Yoko uses RAF's positioning to get in her Jaded Memories, her backwards groin kick, but there is a small problem; BK caught her foot. She quickly yanks it back, and spin kicks him in the process. She scoops up the microphone from earlier.
Yoko: Do you really think it's fair to literally force me back here against my will, with no training period? I'll show you fair. Yokoweight matches are no disqualification! Catch!
She pitches the microphone across the ring to BK, who catches it. Yoko rushes him like a bolt of lightning, with something he wishes he saw coming; her croquet mallet. He drops the mic immediately.
BK ducks the running swing, which could have been fatal. He delivers two quick high kicks to her arm, to loosen her grip, but she swings again, undeterred. He avoids it and throws a strong kick at her knee. She rages through it and stomps on his foot and holds it there. BK swears he sees a touch of pure red in her eyes...that is, before the mallet connects with his face and he collapses.
Through the grogginess he sees Yoko toss the croquet mallet to ringside. He sees RAF and awaits the bell – but it doesn't come. Instead, he sees RAF give a thumbs up to the ringside officials. Great, no DQ. He wonders why he isn't being pinned right now. Whoopsie, rolling over, apparently.
His senses return to him just as Yoko locks in The Old Ball & Chain for a second time tonight. BK wishes he'd come to his senses about ten seconds ago, but oh well. Knowing the screams of agony will feed her strength, he chooses to express his pain only with heavy breathing. For some reason, Yoko has not locked her knee down next to his head. Evidence of her ring rust. He takes a deep breath and then, tapping his power reserves, pushes himself up a bit and books it toward the ropes. Ten inches away. Five inches. Mere centimeters. Yoko sits down hard and then drags BK back to the ring's center. Damn.
He knows he can do it again. He has to. Aaaaaand that's when Yoko drops her knee. BK is now trapped AND in greater pain.
It all begins to fade within the pain. He weighs the pros and cons of tapping and easily decides not to. Yoko may beat him, but he will NEVER submit to her. That bitch would never let that memory go. He still hasn't tapped or passed out even though it's been close to three and a half minutes. Suddenly, BK's rage for her instills him with a new energy. He can't push himself up, but he is managing to drag himself to the ropes despite Yoko's best efforts to center and ground him. After a literal eternity of over five minutes, he...grasps the bottom rope and exhales in relief. But Yoko isn't letting go. RAF tries to pull her away, but she responds by trying to rip BK away and back to the center. He holds the rope for dear life.
Yoko: No rope breaks! They don't count!
RAF frowns in disbelief but passes the okay to the officials.
BK has had enough of this and grabs the bottom rope with his other hand as well. He clenches his teeth, braces himself for the pain to come, and then...reaches up for the middle rope with one hand and then the other. He pushes with his legs and Yoko stumbles, but stays her ground. BK yells in excruciating pain and grips the top rope now, and with one last shove, the leverage finally overcomes Yoko and sends her forward, through the ropes and onto the floor. Sweet, sweet...well, non-pain. BK would love to rest for a moment, but he has some business to take care of.
Philip: Five minutes now remain in this match!
Down at ringside, Yoko is digging for something under the ring. BK happens to look over his shoulder and sees it as he's gathering himself. Whatever she's after, it's no good, and he sprints across the ring, slides out directly over Yoko's back surprising her, and throws a couple of punches as she turns. Taking full advantage of the No DQ rule, BK grabs her hair to subdue her, and throws her face first into the safety railing. As a reflex she checks her nose; a fatal blow is something she would typically try to avoid. And BK knew she would. He's actually made The Perfect One slip up, and her punishment?
Revolver.
Instead of rolling Yoko into the ring and pinning her, he glimpses what's been stashed under the ring; a large sack. Sporting a large grin, BK pulls it out from under there, unties the rope, reaches in... and Hello Cassie.
Longtime ACW fans knew what was coming, and newer ones can now be converted into longtime ones. What BK now wields is a two handed, gasoline powered, evisceration machine. Commonly but incorrectly referred to as a weedwhacker because of its shape, it is actually a tree trimmer with a saw blade sharpened just for this occasion. The very same tree trimmer, Masamune, infamously used by the equally infamous Ridley in the past. The trimmer has been affectionately named Cassie by Yoko.
And now BK has Cassie.
He pushes Yoko over with his foot. She has just become aware of what's going on, and thanks to her, it's perfectly legal.
He starts it up. Revs it once. Revs it twice.
BK: I get the feeling you intended to use this on me, you know?
Yoko: N...never, nah...
He presses the saw against her stomach, causing her to squirm. Then....
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
BK stands upright, catching her! He's got her in the same position you would cradle a baby in. He contemplates chucking her over the ropes to the floor as one would chuck a baby, but she begins squirming in his grip. So he just drops her over his knee with a standard backbreaker, just as one would backbreaker a baby. He revels in the very visible pain he just struck his arch rival with. He looks down at her face and simply smiles at her.
A fine red mist spews into BK's eyes.
He grabs his eyes in pain, shoving Yoko away from him. BK argues with RAF about whether or not it was a poisonous liquid or just blood in her mouth. Yoko argues whether or not she can roll him up, and does so!
But BK rolls right on through and kicks her right in her big stupid nose. Yoko flees in both pain and, surprisingly, fear. She hides behind RAF long enough to confirm that her nose is fine, and then spews another red mist at BK, over RAF's shoulder, to spite him. It doesn't reach BK, but he gets the message.
Yoko uses RAF's positioning to get in her Jaded Memories, her backwards groin kick, but there is a small problem; BK caught her foot. She quickly yanks it back, and spin kicks him in the process. She scoops up the microphone from earlier.
Yoko: Do you really think it's fair to literally force me back here against my will, with no training period? I'll show you fair. Yokoweight matches are no disqualification! Catch!
She pitches the microphone across the ring to BK, who catches it. Yoko rushes him like a bolt of lightning, with something he wishes he saw coming; her croquet mallet. He drops the mic immediately.
BK ducks the running swing, which could have been fatal. He delivers two quick high kicks to her arm, to loosen her grip, but she swings again, undeterred. He avoids it and throws a strong kick at her knee. She rages through it and stomps on his foot and holds it there. BK swears he sees a touch of pure red in her eyes...that is, before the mallet connects with his face and he collapses.
Through the grogginess he sees Yoko toss the croquet mallet to ringside. He sees RAF and awaits the bell – but it doesn't come. Instead, he sees RAF give a thumbs up to the ringside officials. Great, no DQ. He wonders why he isn't being pinned right now. Whoopsie, rolling over, apparently.
His senses return to him just as Yoko locks in The Old Ball & Chain for a second time tonight. BK wishes he'd come to his senses about ten seconds ago, but oh well. Knowing the screams of agony will feed her strength, he chooses to express his pain only with heavy breathing. For some reason, Yoko has not locked her knee down next to his head. Evidence of her ring rust. He takes a deep breath and then, tapping his power reserves, pushes himself up a bit and books it toward the ropes. Ten inches away. Five inches. Mere centimeters. Yoko sits down hard and then drags BK back to the ring's center. Damn.
He knows he can do it again. He has to. Aaaaaand that's when Yoko drops her knee. BK is now trapped AND in greater pain.
It all begins to fade within the pain. He weighs the pros and cons of tapping and easily decides not to. Yoko may beat him, but he will NEVER submit to her. That bitch would never let that memory go. He still hasn't tapped or passed out even though it's been close to three and a half minutes. Suddenly, BK's rage for her instills him with a new energy. He can't push himself up, but he is managing to drag himself to the ropes despite Yoko's best efforts to center and ground him. After a literal eternity of over five minutes, he...grasps the bottom rope and exhales in relief. But Yoko isn't letting go. RAF tries to pull her away, but she responds by trying to rip BK away and back to the center. He holds the rope for dear life.
Yoko: No rope breaks! They don't count!
RAF frowns in disbelief but passes the okay to the officials.
BK has had enough of this and grabs the bottom rope with his other hand as well. He clenches his teeth, braces himself for the pain to come, and then...reaches up for the middle rope with one hand and then the other. He pushes with his legs and Yoko stumbles, but stays her ground. BK yells in excruciating pain and grips the top rope now, and with one last shove, the leverage finally overcomes Yoko and sends her forward, through the ropes and onto the floor. Sweet, sweet...well, non-pain. BK would love to rest for a moment, but he has some business to take care of.
Philip: Five minutes now remain in this match!
Down at ringside, Yoko is digging for something under the ring. BK happens to look over his shoulder and sees it as he's gathering himself. Whatever she's after, it's no good, and he sprints across the ring, slides out directly over Yoko's back surprising her, and throws a couple of punches as she turns. Taking full advantage of the No DQ rule, BK grabs her hair to subdue her, and throws her face first into the safety railing. As a reflex she checks her nose; a fatal blow is something she would typically try to avoid. And BK knew she would. He's actually made The Perfect One slip up, and her punishment?
Revolver.
Instead of rolling Yoko into the ring and pinning her, he glimpses what's been stashed under the ring; a large sack. Sporting a large grin, BK pulls it out from under there, unties the rope, reaches in... and Hello Cassie.
Longtime ACW fans knew what was coming, and newer ones can now be converted into longtime ones. What BK now wields is a two handed, gasoline powered, evisceration machine. Commonly but incorrectly referred to as a weedwhacker because of its shape, it is actually a tree trimmer with a saw blade sharpened just for this occasion. The very same tree trimmer, Masamune, infamously used by the equally infamous Ridley in the past. The trimmer has been affectionately named Cassie by Yoko.
And now BK has Cassie.
He pushes Yoko over with his foot. She has just become aware of what's going on, and thanks to her, it's perfectly legal.
He starts it up. Revs it once. Revs it twice.
BK: I get the feeling you intended to use this on me, you know?
Yoko: N...never, nah...
He presses the saw against her stomach, causing her to squirm. Then....
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!