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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:40:43 GMT -5
Segment: It May Run In The Family (Credit: Yoko)
Yoko?!
Not quite.
We're at Okinawa, Japan, and we are in the Satoshi household. Specifically, the living room. Also, this isn't 2005 or 2006, this is the present! Amazing.
Sarin is long gone and in prison.
Yoko...she' not home either. Where is she? All Yuki knows is Yoko's somewhere in America.
Speaking of Yuki Satoshi, as of October 31st 2008, she's 16 years old!
She's sitting on the living room couch, long legs crossed like a true lady, her mouth agape as she reads a letter that we can't see.
It's hard to believe the spunky little 11 year old sister of Yoko that we met in 2004 has aged so much. Perhaps even she hasn't quite fully noticed her age, either. If she had, this mystery letter might not have shocked her so badly.
She sets it down on the table in front of her.
Now we can see it.
Yuki Satoshi has been offered an official ACW contract.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:41:39 GMT -5
Segment: It Cannot Be Stopped (Credit: Train) Train enters the RSX3 locker room after a hard fought battle with D Penetration X. He is no longer Doomtrain and it seems as if Doomtrain's power will be locked away once more. Thunder Train however, doesn't remember anything that happened. He sits down on a nearby chair and turns on the television. He notices that a tape has been paused and so he presses play on it. It shows the match that had just happened not to long ago. Train is confused as he watches himself in the match. He stands up and moves a little closer to the screen.Train: What...what the hell is this? Did I really wrestle like that?No Train, you did not...It is I... Train: Huh? Who said that?!? Show yourself!You need not worry Thunder Train as I cannot be seen right now. I was the power that allowed you to do so well in that match. Without me you wouldn't have kept your title there. Now, I need to control you more. Exemplar didn't say that I had to go away forever... Train: Oh my God no....I thought I killed you years ago! I thought that you were silenced forever inside of me. Heh. Exemplar brought me back when he met with you inside of that alleyway. He channeled some of his power inside of you Train and you didn't even know it. This reawakened me without you even knowing about it. Train: I never agreed for him to bring you back! You should be dead right now. I had nothing to do with this! You didn't need to be. He woke me up enough to where I could control you but without anyone else noticing a difference. Then when he showed you, or should I say, me, the ring it revealed my true power. And now that I have been unleashed once more Train, there is nothing you can do to stop me. You can try all you want but I will keep on coming back. And soon enough there will be nothing left of your former self. Train is in shock now. He shakes his head and runs to XS3's bag. He searches through it and pulls out the ring. He throws it onto the ground and begins to stomp on it. Doomtrain inside of Train's thoughts just laughs. The ring shatters and the laughing stops inside of his head. He sits down and breaths a sigh of relief.Train: He can never be unlocked again. Never. I thought it was over by this point. Nothing has happened in years involving him.Muhahahahahaha! It's too late now Train. The ring has been used to its full potential. I am back and in full force. And I've been listening while inside of you Train. I know somethings that could be released and really hurt you. Train: I want you gone...now...I'm afraid there is no possible way for me to be suppressed anymore my friend. You've been here quite a while and nobody has even known about me until Exemplar saw it inside of you. Train: What are you talking about? I've tried to cover you up for years now and I have shown no signs of ever revealing you to the world.Oh you are mistaken. Remember when you let Jonny Spade go through that shed at Emperor of the Ring? Train: No....NO! I REFUSE TO BE-You wanted to pull him up...you wanted to beat him a different way. You wanted to let him fight the next day. But no, I took over and made sure that wouldn't happen. I have done nothing but try and make you look better. Your performance out there, many people may call it your best match. And it was all because of me. It's only a matter of time Train-- His voice is interrupted by a cell phone ringing. Train stands up and walks over to the phone. He picks it up and looks at the screen. "Chef" is seen and Train gulps.Answer it... Train: Hello?Chef: Hey Train! It's Chef. I got some good news for ya. Yes... Train: Hey man, what's going on?Chef: I'm coming back to ACW! This is what I was hoping for. Train: Really? When are you coming back?Chef: The first show back of the new year. I won't be there in person but I will be there via satellite and I want you to come down to the ring and welcome me back from my, "vacation". Train: Sounds good Chef. I can't wait to see you man.Chef: Who knows, I may be back in the ring as early as the week after that, hahaha. Train: That would be awesome man, listen, I gotta go but I can't wait to see you.Chef: Talk to you later Train. Train: Bye.Train closes his phone and throws it back onto his bag.You know your secret will be revealed when you go out there, right? After what you have done to me, I am going to take every chance I can to get rid of you Train. Train: I'm going to do whatever I can to stop you. I don't care if I have to go see the strangest witch doctors and voodoo people in the world. I am going to get you out of me once and for all. I'm sick of just trying to "contain" you and hold you down. I can see now that it does nothing as you can find a way to reappear once you get something to cling on. I'll be looking forward to this Train. I haven't seen anything in the world in about three years. I wouldn't mind going to the far corners of the world and watch your pathetic attempts to try and stop me from coming back. It's too late and you only have Exemplar, or should I say, your friend XS3 to blame. He wanted you guys to win so badly he did go by any means necessary. [/center][/color] Train: I'm going to fix this wrong and you will be dead...Train turns his head and clenches his fist. He then opens up the locker room door and leaves. The end of 2008 has proven to be very costly for Train. Sure, he did what he wanted to do, but at what cost? That my friends, lies in 2009....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:42:26 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW World Championship BK London vs. Jay Zero (Credit: AK/BK/Zero) As the scene in the Staples Center opens up, the cameras pan around, capturing something of the atmosphere which has descended during the last commercial break. The air is heavy with expectation. There is no flashy structure, no complex setup to take place for the final contest; instead there is just one man in the ring, a microphone slowly raised to his lips.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen... it is time for the Main Event of Winter Discontent 2008. This match is set for one fall with no time limit, and is for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship... There is a short, spontaneous burst of clapping and cheering from the fans. Not so very long ago, the title was labouring under a name which most of them considered false, a pale shadow of the belt which is now to be contested. Philip pauses to let this pass.Philip: Introducing first, the Challenger... from Portland Maine, weighing in at 5ft 11’ and 200lbs, he is your 2008 ACW Emperor of the Ring.... The whole arena goes dark, and the crowd has already begun to whoop and cheer before the first chords of “Unbroken” assault the speakers...
The man who steps through the curtain under the cover of darkness has been holding on to his dream of this moment for almost half a year, when he first staked his claim to the World Title. Since then, it has seemed at times as if the world itself were conspiring to keep him from his goal; but some people, a rare few, refuse to let the weight of circumstance crush them.
He was told he was too young, too brash, not ready. He proved otherwise.
He fought his way through hell and high water to become Emperor.
He saw through the false promises of a cunning co-chairman.
He endured months of torturous effects on his body as rivals lined up to deny him his chance at glory, and outlasted them all.
If any man at all is worthy to be called unbreakable... it is that man who stands silently awaiting his turn in the spotlight at last...
The music reaches a crescendo, the arena is flooded with light, and pyro explodes in every direction as the crowd roars its approval.Philip: .....Ladies and Gentlemen, JAAAAY ZERO! Zero stands, and raises his arms, as if absorbing the energy of the crowd. He sets his gaze on the ring, and walks resolutely toward it. The fans at the front hold out their hands, but withdraw them when they see Zero’s expression. His focus is total, and even though they have paid top dollar for their seats, the audience respects Jay’s approach. In the background, Jay does not notice the various signs being held up, but the cameras do. One simply reads, “Zero, we love you now”.
Zero enters the ring, and stretches a little. As he does this, his music fades, there is a pause, and then “Amazing” blasts into the arena. Zero is facing away from the entrance, but does not turn around as a light-and-sound display of truly epic proportions fills the stage, captivating everyone.Philip: And now, his opponent... from Brooklyn, New York, he is a three-time ACW World Champion, the showstopper, the headliner, the defending champ... weighing in at 6ft 2’ and 243lbs... Ladies and Gentlemen, B-K-LONDON!! The noise which comes from the audience as London walks out on to the stage is nothing short of extraordinary. Whatever their personal views, the fans are in pure awe at the sight of this lion in winter as he surveys his kingdom, his belt gleaming fiercely.
Is it the stage lights, or his own blazing spirit which makes it burn so? The fans at the front almost seem to fear to reach out, held back by some force of invisible heat. BK stands, letting his music blare out, watching the man in the ring who still has his back turned.
Slowly, Jay Zero turns around. The noise rises somehow to an even greater pitch.
There is no long staredown; as soon as he makes eye contact, BK begins to move toward the ring. Raymond Allen Fleming, standing to one side, reads the signs and immediately rolls into the ring, motioning Philip to make himself scarce. RAF knows that he has as much chance of keeping these two men apart as he does of commanding the sea to halt its tidal advance.
BK does not charge headlong to the ring; he walks steadily, and climbs up the steps. RAF extends an arm, smoothly takes the belt from the Champion’s shoulder, and holds it up, nodding for the bell to be rung as he does so. Zero has already closed the gap to London, fists clenched, arms raised...
And so it begins.Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:43:38 GMT -5
The two competitors go head to head, or rather fist to fist, as they meet in the centre of the ring. Technical wizardry it certainly isn’t, but it is no less compelling for that. Both Zero and BK want to come out on top in this first exchange by literally battering one another to a pulp; months of suffering are unleashed over the course of a minute or so. On paper, a straight fight favours the taller, heavier defending champ; but to the surprise of just about everyone it is Zero who is able to keep on punching at full power, as fatigue starts to bite hard into BK’s upper body. BK is forced to go defensive as Zero rages like a whirlwind, and the crowd gets very excited as BK is pushed back against the ropes on one side of the ring.
Maxwell McNally: We’re underway, and Zero is making his intentions plain as day here.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: BK can’t afford to be the last one out the blocks, tonight of all nights!
It seems as if BK is slightly taken aback by the ferocity of Zero’s opening gambit. This is hardly surprising given the damage which Zero apparently sustained at the conclusion of Warfare, but BK is smart and realises that Zero is probably trying to level the playing field while he does not have to contend with the effects of fatigue. Determined to scupper that plan, BK uses the ropes in his favour to power forward into Zero, knocking him backward; Zero reels, and BK uses the ropes a second time to launch into a running clothesline. This succeeds in knocking Zero down; the crowd boos and BK smirks as Zero hurries to get up, rolling over so that he is close to the ropes. Spotting a chance to add insult to injury, BK dashes forward, aiming to send Zero over the top to the outside; but Zero is no fool either, and at the last moment he ducks so that BK’s momentum works against him. BK tumbles over, grabbing the ropes so that he can get his feet to the apron-
The crowd’s collective yell reaches BK’s ears just a fraction too late for him to take evasive action as he turns around. The fans thrill to the sight of Jay Zero airborne, and with tremendous agility Zero leaps and hits BK with a flying crossbody which is impossible to defend against. BK hits the outside mats back-first, while Zero lands on top of him; the crowd threatens to spill over the security barriers as Zero lays into his foe with punches, one-two, one-two-
BK’s arm shoots up and he clutches Zero across his face, digging in with his fingernails. It certainly looks painful as Zero claws, trying to prise BK off, but BK’s grip is vice-like as he rises back to his feet. Although he is no seven hundred pound monster, BK displays his dark side as he physically lifts Zero off the ground, emphatically demonstrating his raw power for a couple of seconds before throwing his opponent down at his feet.
Edison: Man, I have never seen London do that, in all my time here! That’s the sort of thing I’d expect from someone like Thunderkiss, not a technical genius like BK.
McNally: That’s the champ for you, Eddie. He’s always got something up his sleeve, especially when it really counts.
The arrogance of the move is like a thousand needles under Zero’s skin. Rolling back to his feet, he once again gets into BK’s face and a few more punches are traded before the two men lock up. BK gets much better traction and forces Zero backwards; but Zero is alert to his surroundings and hops up on to the top of the steel steps. The extra height negates BK’s physical advantage, and Zero knees BK in the face with attitude. The crowd pops as BK staggers backward, and the heady mix of the crowd noise and the occasion races through Zero’s blood. Holding an arm aloft, he nips through the ring ropes, and jumps up to the top rope as he commits to a springboard clothesline...
Big mistake. BK makes a grab for Zero, who in his haste tries to leap before he’s got the proper angle of attack. The rope springs back, and Zero is catapulted backward instead of forward; the crowd cries out as Zero lands directly on his head and slumps in a heap on the canvas.
McNally: Oh no, that went badly wrong for Zero. This match could be over, or worse...
Edison: RAF’s straight in there Max. He looks extremely concerned, even BK’s holding off for a few seconds.
An ominous quiet falls as RAF takes stock; BK stands still to one side. No one is sure whether this is a work or not, so there is very great relief in the arena when Zero begins to move, and then pulls himself into a sitting position. He looks groggy, but the spectre of a broken neck is dispelled. Seeing this, BK clearly wants to get on with the match, and Zero gestures for RAF to back off, hauling himself to his feet. RAF looks at the two men, and then steps backward.
Edison: Wow, I thought Fleming was going to call a halt. That sure was a nasty fall, and I think Zero is concussed to at least some degree.
McNally: I agree Eddie, and if this were any other match I suspect that’s what our head referee would have done. But no one here wants a draw or a match stoppage, least of all those two men up there.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:44:20 GMT -5
Both Zero and BK give RAF the slightest of nods, and the crowd cheers as the two men move in and circle a little before grappling once again. It lasts only briefly before BK flicks his wrists and pivots, throwing Zero forcefully into one of the corners. He advances and delivers a series of punches and kicks, taking control of the match and constraining Zero’s ability to move about. Zero is not totally tied down, however; he rakes BK across the eyes, hooks up and goes for a Tornado DDT. The crowd roars, but their cheers turn to cries of dismay as London somehow counters through a mix of brute strength and consummate skill to power into a massive Northern Lights Suplex. This sets up the first pin attempt of the match, which earns BK a two count before Zero kicks out.
Zero looks angry at London’s success; he stamps his feet and gets the crowd riled up before he rushes toward his foe. BK swings a punch which Zero ducks, and reaching the ropes Zero jumps to the second, correctly guessing that BK will try and surprise him from behind. He twists around, and produces a gorgeous rolling speak, knocking BK to the mat. Zero tries to get behind BK to apply a grounded armbar; BK though is too strong and rips his arm free, rising as he does so. Zero gets a taste of BK’s boot to send him backward into the corner, and BK takes the opportunity to use the Mouthwash (running Facewash), biting into the bottom rope for maximum effect.
Edison: Hey, you bite it, you bought it, pal!
Jay clearly feels that a “Zero Tolerance” response is required; with both men still in the corner, he hauls himself up and knees BK hard in the gut. Zero continues to work over BK in this way, and the crowd gets excited as they see Zero carefully setting BK up on the top. Zero signals for his Frankensteiner to great acclaim; but BK has been playing possum a little bit, and he punches Zero in the stomach, which excellently prompts someone in the back of shot to hold up a “FALCON PUUUUUUNCH!” sign. With the crowd now yelling in disapproval, BK lifts Jay on to his shoulder, and the two men come off of the top into an Avalanche Double Knee Gutbuster. The sheer audaciousness makes the crowd forget their gripes with BK for a moment, and the spot rightly deserves and gets a loud pop. The impact is certainly not all in one direction, and both men are down for several seconds before they begin to move. RAF does not count, once again demonstrating a lenient approach which wholeheartedly meets with the crowd’s approval.
The fans watch Zero closely as he and BK exercise a little caution before re-engaging. No one is quite sure just how well recovered Zero is, and he seems to be committing more energy to the battle up-front than his foe. But whatever Zero is feeling internally, on the outside he swaggers; he has not come here to creep around the three-time champ, and the support of the crowd continues to make him bold. He moves lightly around the ring, trading a few blows, then backing off and making BK come to him; BK clearly does not like being led a merry dance, and this makes him fractious and not as careful as he needs to be. He grabs Zero by the arm – only for Zero to draw him close in turn and give him a nasty headbutt which makes BK stagger backward; the crowd eggs Zero on as he runs to the ropes, bounces off of them and then leaps over BK. The champ contracts a nasty case of The Plague (Inverted Frankensteiner, and Zero makes a cover, getting slightly more than a 2 count before BK kicks. Adrenaline surging, Zero leaps up and pummels BK with kicks; BK falls back against the ropes, and Zero rushes him, jumping and trying to plant his solid crotch-guard into BK’s neck. But BK, sly as ever, leans on the ropes and allows them to take his weight; this causes him to sink, and to the crowd’s dismay Zero misses BK completely. He is able to protect himself by rolling on landing, but Zero can’t afford to make many such mistakes...
Zero is by now starting to look a little ragged around the edges; nevertheless, he uses the apron to help himself back up as BK slides out of the ring, and RAF watches with a finely-tuned eye as the two men trade a few blows. Zero rallies, and delivers some pain to BK through a series of middle kicks. BK lashes out with a kick of his own, which Zero jumps right over. He smirks, and neatly sidesteps as BK tries to catch him out with a second kick, twisting around to elbow BK in the side of the head. BK audibly curses and is off-balance for just a second; with all his strength Zero grasps BK and swings him around, sending him careering into the nearby steel steps. The two halves of the steps separate as London strikes them, and he tumbles over, ending up flat on his back amidst the wreckage.
Zero doesn’t exactly need the crowd’s cheers to motivate him, but they make a satisfying aural backdrop as he get stuck into stomping BK in the ribs. BK starts to get up, and Zero is tempted by the exposed base of the steps; he latches on to his opponent, and musters his energy to perform a suplex. But once again this proves to be an error against a man of BK’s expertise; BK picks the perfect moment to counter into a simple but viciously effective DDT on the exposed metal. The sound makes the crowd wince.
Edison: Yow, that sounded painful, and probably felt worse for Zero!
The cumulative effects of BK’s punishment are heaping themselves upon Jay Zero. His mind feels like a badly-tuned tv, and he struggles to remain fully in control as BK opens all the taps, smashing Zero with kick after kick, strike after strike. Zero staggers backwards against the announce table, and with a glint in his eye, BK gets a foot up on it and ascends, dragging Zero with him. McNally and Edison are already evacuating the area.
McNally: This could be the end of a long, long road for Jay Zero. Stand back Eddie, this is not going to be pretty...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:45:06 GMT -5
BK glances around him at the fans who are calling, pleading for Zero to find a way out of this situation. He has to restrain the challenger; even BK can recognise Zero’s exceptional tenacity. But he wants this match finished beyond doubt.... and the noise rises to fever pitch as he signals the Revolver-
-and Zero takes this as his one chance to act. With a yell of pure effort, as BK turns around, Zero grabs on to him and launches his foe backward into a near-suicidal backbody drop. BK’s weight crushes the table, the back of his head and spine experiencing a tremendous force, which collapses totally and takes Zero with it; the camera actually shakes from the vibration of the impact passing through the ringside floor. When it stabilises, both BK and Zero are laid out and glassy-eyed.
Edison: Holy cow, Maxie!
McNally: You said it, Eddie.
For once, even ACW’s commentators are at a loss for words. RAF jumps down from the ring, avoiding the disassembled steel steps, and surveys the situation. He does not start a 10 count; instead he watches, relying on his instincts to tell him whether this time the two rivals have stopped one another in their tracks, or...
Slowly, agonisingly even, BK stirs, and Zero also begins to twitch and move his head. RAF takes the opportunity to separate the pair; he waits for BK to get his legs working again, and then leads him around to the still-intact set of steps. BK does not try to defy the voice of authority; RAF tells him to re-enter the ring in his own time, and BK takes a few moments to recover his bearings before doing so.
On the opposite side of the ring, McNally and Edison watch as Zero establishes that he’s (still) not broken anything, and instinct leads him back to the ring apron. He rolls in near the corner, and uses the turnbuckles to stand up. By now, RAF is in the ring’s centre, and as BK and Zero catch sight of one another, the crowd starts to slowly clap. It is non-partisan support, and once again RAF’s trust in the two competitors serves to restore the match to a state where it can continue.
McNally: This is almost unheard of, folks, in ACW or any other federation. Nothing’s happened for the last three or four minutes, and yet listen to these fans.
Edison: Zero and BK have gone about as far as anyone ever has, Max – now we’re heading into uncharted territory. We’re about to test just what true legends are made of...
Zero thumps his chest, raising the crowd to their feet as he bursts from his corner and rushes at BK. London dodges; Zero hits the ropes opposite and comes storming back, and as BK dodges again Zero carries on past, grabbing BK to perform a rough and ready bulldog. He pins immediately; BK throws him off before the 2 count, whereupon Zero punches him square in the face and pins again. BK kicks out and shoves Zero off of him, sits up, and grabs Zero’s ankle when he makes the crucial mistake of turning his back. The fans yell out as BK slaps on the Corporate Lock.
McNally: Zero needs this like a hole in the head right now! Come on Jay, get yourself together!
Zero grimaces as BK cranks in the pressure; he has to summon all his lower body strength to turn himself over so that he can kick at BK with his free leg. After about 30 seconds BK decides he’s done enough, since Zero is quite obviously not going to submit under any circumstances, and lets go, rolling quickly back to his feet. Zero has to scramble to avoid being plucked off the canvas; he nips up and BK tries to level him with a super-quick Yakuza Kick from Hell, but Zero arches his back and flips over so that BK’s foot sails harmlessly over the top. BK loses visual contact with Zero, and the crowd goes wild as their hero throws himself (literally) into his multiple rotation Satellite Headscissors. Whirling like a dervish, Zero uses his momentum to produce a mighty armdrag to hurl his foe; BK lands hard, but rolls through and Zero experiences instant Karma as BK comes right back, busting out the Medevil London (Leaping Reverse STO) to bring Zero down. BK pins, 1....2...-
Edison: Not quite three, but that was damn close...
The crowd is by now practically gasping for air; they are riding this one out alongside the competitors, and the match is taking its toll on everyone. Zero wills himself back to his feet; the pain in his body is starting to become insistent, his strength harder to rally. He glances at BK, and though the champion is sweating profusely, Zero has to inwardly grit his teeth and accept that his chances of winning a drawn-out endgame are slim to nil. His expression hardens.
McNally: Hold the phone... something big’s coming, Eddie. I can just taste it.
Zero faces BK down, and their fists fly yet again. BK’s pure power is beginning to show through, but Zero is looking for just one tiny gap, and suddenly he spots it. As BK mis-times a kick to the gut, Zero throws the mother of all sucker punches, and then quickly grabs BK...
Edison: ZERO DARKNESS! ZER- OH, No!
Zero comes oh-so-close, but BK is too astute and counters into an arm drag at the last moment. Both men rise in perfect sync and BK tries to neutralise the threat with a clothesline, but Zero anticipates it and instead BK takes the full, unmitigated force of the Zero Chance (Leaping Diamond Cutter). The audience goes berserk; BK looks as if he’s been instantly KOed.
McNally: Oh, my heavens! Is this it?
Edison: London is DONE, Max! All Zero has to do is make the cover, and here’s the count!
Thousands of people count with RAF...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:45:48 GMT -5
Edison: .....................What the HELL?!!
Fast Eddie speaks for everyone, and there is total confusion at ringside and everywhere else. Unseen until after the fact, a figure has leapt from the crowd and placed BK’s foot on the bottom rope; RAF does not see the event itself, but he does see the man responsible.
Jay Zero stares, open-mouthed, at the nauseating sight of Stephan Russo standing at ringside and clapping for BK’s “miraculous” recovery. The crowd is totally bemused, but anger quickly swells and the people at the front start throwing whatever they have to hand.
McNally: Of all the low-down, low-life tricks to pull... shame on you BK, shame on you!
Zero has fought so hard to channel his rage; the appearance of Russo is the last straw and he starts yelling furiously. Russo just smirks in amusement, and laughs cruelly when BK proceeds to get up and strike Zero in the back while he is distracted. RAF scowls; he wants Russo gone as much as anyone, but is savvy enough to realise the damage which BK could do if unobserved. Instead he turns all his attention to the match, and Zero once again finds something extra, countering BK’s attempt at the London-Plex with a sharp mule kick into London’s family jewels. BK grimaces, and Zero multiplies the pain and the insult through use of the Head Butt, the groin-based facebuster going down particularly well with the fans. Zero pins, and BK kicks out somewhere around the 2.5 mark.
Russo’s smirk is rapidly wearing thin; he gesticulates to BK, wanting him to get Zero into one of the corners. Zero doesn’t see the signal, and BK is able to whip his foe hard into the turnbuckle, whereupon Russo grasps Zero’s ankles to prevent him from evading BK’s Crown Heights Roll. The crowd boos furiously; Zero staggers and is easy prey for London’s overhead Belly-to-belly suplex. BK pins and gets a real nearfall; Russo urges him on, to the disgust of those nearby.
McNally: I swear, if Fleming doesn’t do something about this buffoon, I am going to go and give him a piece of my mind...
Edison: I wouldn’t bother. A mind is a terrible thing to waste, Max. And yours has got a few thousand miles on the clock now. McNally: Hmph! At least I use my brain before speaking most of the time. Fortunately for McNally, Edison is paying attention to what’s going on in the ring. RAF is clearly reaching the end of his tolerance with Russo, and he can see that a number of uniformed officials are gathering off to one side of the stage; Ginger has clearly seen what is going on. Not wanting to have the match interrupted a third time, RAF decides to take action, and as Zero and BK exchange blows, he fixes Russo with a stare and points at the exit. The crowd pops; Russo responds by flipping RAF off, obviously intent on causing as much of a distraction as he can before he gets kicked out. Much to the fans’ delight, RAF actually rolls one of his sleeves up; Russo gives as good as he gets, and jumps up on the apron waving his arms. Just as Russo intended, BK is taking full advantage of the situation, punching Zero with closed fists and getting revenge with a nasty low blow; winded, Zero retreats, and BK runs after him. Such is his eagerness to crush Zero that he totally fails to see Russo; Zero runs in front of the interloper, stops, and then dives aside when it’s too late for BK to stop as he thunders in with a fresh Yakuza Kick. Russo never sees the “bullet”; he flies a clear six feet clear of the ring and is out cold on the edge of the ramp.
Edison: That’s clear out of the park, Max!
McNally: Not only is that a perfect example of BK London’s power, it’s also an example of why wrestling rings are dangerous. Kids, never stand on the apron when there’s a match going on.
BK realises with a jolt what has occurred as he sees officials carting off the limp form of Russo. He has no time to dwell on it; even as every fibre in his body is seething with fatigue, Zero is already upon him, and the roof almost lifts clean away as the challenger rolls the champion up. On nothing but raw energy, BK writhes and somehow manages to apply the Corporate Lock for a second time. Without his ally, and with Zero somehow managing to survive everything thrown at him, BK is dangerously close to the edge. His face contorts with fury as he literally tries to break Zero down, and Zero’s nervous system almost overloads with the agony of BK’s near-unhinged grasp.
McNally: This is looking seriously bad for Zero now. He’s got a heart as big as the sky, but BK looks about ready to snap...
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Fourty.
Fifty.
Zero has his eyes shut. The only thing keeping him hanging in is the certain knowledge that to give in now would be to betray the fans, Gingerdude, and most of all himself. Slowly he opens his eyes and looks at RAF, who says nothing but watches intently. BK wrenches violently, nearly manic; Zero clutches the canvas, and shakes his head. He holds still, no longer trying to escape.
Sixty.
Seventy.
Eighty.
Ninety...
There is but one one word for the look on Jay Zero’s face; resolve. Gradually, the crowd begins to understand what they are seeing; Zero is resolved to hold his ground, until either his bones break, or he passes out. Epic doesn’t even being to describe the feeling which is sweeping through the arena, the backstage, and countless homes across the globe...
One Hundred-
Time almost seems to have frozen, and then without warning it starts again. BK kicks away from Zero and kips up, stamps the canvas, and connects with the Shades of Michaels directly to Zero’s face as he rises. Zero stumbles, and this time BK knows that once is not enough; he backs up, and then unleashes the running version, which hurls Zero back into the turnbuckle. There is an audible CRACK, and the crowd cries out in terror; as Zero slumps down, the post is seen to be visibly leaning at a slight angle.
Edison: THE RING DIDN’T BREAK ZERO, ZERO BROKE THE DAMN RING INSTEAD!
McNally: BK with the cover, 1...2..No! Zero kicks out! Incredible!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:46:38 GMT -5
The noise in the arena is painfully loud for those without ear defenders, but no one gives a toss. Zero and BK both rise, together, and Zero just marginally manages to move first; with stupendous force he hits his Zero Darkness before BK can counter. The fans go loopy, and Zero pins, hooking the leg...
1!
2!
Thr-
McNally: No way, Zero absolutely nailed that, and BK is still in this? What is it going to take to end this phenomenal match?
The same thought must be running through BK and Zero’s heads. Time and again they clash, searching for that one perfect move. BK uses a beautiful Guillotine Shades of Michaels and gets a 2.5; Zero responds with the Zero Gravity, granting the crowd one heck of a Kodak moment as he does so and achieving a nearfall. Visibly shaking with fatigue, BK goes old-school with the Mockbottom and gets a massive pop; Zero somehow kicks out, and then stuns everyone with a creditable rendition of the Filibuster which instantly sets half the internet IWC alight...
BK struggles to get up; Zero is also now very clearly running on empty. The room seems to sway for Zero, and with a sick feeling, he realises he is well and truly out of time. Desperation is setting in... but necessity is indeed the mother of invention, and Zero has one more strategy to fall back on.
BK is about as tired as he has ever been, but as he gets up, he can see that Zero is ready to drop. He pulls himself together, and goes in to finish Zero off; Zero parries, but his defence is weak. BK pools his strength for one more superkick...but then Zero fakes him out with almost inhuman speed, gets into position and-
Edison: BLINDED FAITH! Zero’s got his most infamous submission hold locked on, and it’s payback time for BK!
McNally: BK’s not going to tap, everyone knows that, but he doesn’t have to – Zero just has to crush the last bit of energy out of him. My god, this could really be the moment this entire arena has been praying for...
BK struggles, but his strength is a shadow of what it was at the start of the match. He twists and turns to no avail; Zero has finally checkmated the Grand Master....
...but BK is not ready to lay aside his crown, and with a huge effort he runs up the bent turnbuckle post, using the angle to his advantage, and pushes backward, allowing gravity to come to his aid. The fans can’t believe it – BK has Zero pinned!
McNally: Un-believe-able! Absolutely UNBELIEVEABLE!
Zero is in total shock, and it almost costs him everything. He only just realises in time that RAF is counting, and breaks the hold at the absolute last second to escape the three count. Half the audience looks ready to pass out, let alone the competitors; even RAF is breathing heavily, and his knees may never be the same...
RAF is still kneeling as BK accelerates toward the tottering, totally exhausted Jay Zero. In fact, BK’s movement is sluggish in comparison to normal, but this is totally irrelevant. He has taken everything Zero can throw at him, and he knows Zero has nothing left; he feels the same way, and only total commitment keeps him upright. BK smashes his boot into Zero for one final Shades of Michaels; Zero’s world seems to go into slow-motion as he stumbles blindly backward into the ropes. The laws of physics, however, are still in effect, and Zero bounces back toward BK; the ropes do not suffer from fatigue, and so Zero is upon his opponent before BK’s frazzled nerves can react.
Zero reaches out, and seeing BK in the way, he scoops him up to avoid a collision. His years of dedication and training take over; although his pain is now beyond description, his muscles know what to do, and his willpower rallies behind them. The entire arena is on its feet, and the sound as BK gets driven into the mat with the Zero Darkness is like a bomb going off.
Just like a world-shattering blast, there is a moment of silence immediately after. Zero lies, spent. His match is over. His mind is elsewhere.
But his body is on top of BK, and RAF makes the count, with a chorus of thousands.
1.
2.
3.
Philip:..........Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, and NEW ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.... JAY ZERO!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:47:08 GMT -5
It's over, it's finally over.
The full 140 day reign of terror has come to an end, and we have one man to thank for that - and it's Jay Zero. "Unbroken" by Monster Magnet pounds through the speakers, and it's the sweetest sound that Jay Zero has ever heard in ACW. He rolls over from on top of BK London, and smiles while laying on his back on the mat. This is the moment he has been waiting for. This is the moment ACW has been waiting for. They've been waiting for a man to overthrow the tyrannic reign of BK London, and since day one - Jay Zero knew he was the man to get the job done.
As he looks up at the bright lights at the top of the Staples Center, and suddenly referee Raymond Allen Fleming comes into his site - eclipsing the lights. With one arm out, the referee helps up the victor - who is a bit spaghetti legged at the moment, but Zero manages to maintain his equilibrium for the moment. RAF returns over to the timekeeper from where he retrieves the ACW Heavyweight Championship, and just as Zero sees it before him - he drops right back down to his knees.
For his entire career, he hoped for a moment like this. Only a handful of wrestlers were able to live out their dreams and reach the pinacle of success in a company by becoming World Heavyweight Champion, and for once - Jay Zero was one of those people.
Jay Zero looked at the championship, that has not even felt the touch of any other wrestler but BK London for the past four months, and his eyes began to tear up. This is more than just a win for him, this is a major accomplishment in his life. RAF presents Jay Zero with the championship, and at that moment - everything else tunes out for him. It's only him and the championship, and while it may say BK London's name for now - that will certainly change within the hour. Quickly, he holds the championship tight - hugging it - as he continues to embrace this moment to the fullest. For the first time ever in his career, he gets to be called "World Champion".
Making his way back up to his feet, he raises the championship high above his head, gaining even more support from the fans in attendance - and he couldn't imagine a better picture than this. London rolls out of the ring, slumping down to the mat to gain his breath, and he too has a tear now rolling down his eyes. It's questionable if this is kayfabe or not, but we'll see in just a moment.
Zero heads up to the middle turnbuckle, and he holds the ACW Heavyweight Championship in the air as the flash bulbs illuminate around him. The pyro at the top of the stage begins to go off, covering the entire stage with lights and explosions. Confetti begins to drop from the ceilings in the color of blue and purple, and it's only making this celebration that much better. Jay Zero continues to celebrate, acknowledging all his fans in attendance, and eventually - the logo at the bottom of the screen with Copyright 2008 shows on the televisions at home. 2008 fades out with a shot of Jay Zero as ACW Heavyweight Champion - but for the fans in attendance, the show is far from over.
The cameras continue to roll, but only to catch this special moment by BK London. No longer is he restrained to the character of BK London, the self-centered, arrogant, asshole who's one love in this business is the ACW Championship - now, he is able to be himself once again. He picks himself up on the outside, a bit sweaty, a bit exhausted from that classic of a match, and he rolls right back into the ring - getting bits of confetti all over his back. Jay Zero steps off the turnbuckle, and he turns around and nearly walks right into BK London before stopping himself. Tears aren't flowing down the eyes of BK London, but they're definitely a bit red. He only stares at Jay Zero, and Jay Zero returns the glance with his championship in hand, and almost immediately to the two embrace to the delight of the crowd.
A manly embrace with a huge gets a roar of applause from the crowd, as both men pat each other on the back, and eventually London raises the hand of Jay Zero. It's almost as if BK London passed the torch to his fellow superstar, and there's no other man who deserves it more than Jay Zero to BK London. London can barely contains himself, and he begins sobbing just a bit, but trying to wipe off the the tears before they even hit his cheek. Jay Zero now raises the hand of BK London, and the fans show the utmost respect for the three time ACW Heavyweight Champion by cheering him. Phillip walks up the steps and hands BK London a microphone per request, and both Phillip and Zero give him the floor.
BK London: So, ladies and gentlemen, I don't know if you noticed. But tonight is indeed my last match in an ACW ring...
This isn't received too well by the fans, and BK London expected it, but he continues to go on.
BK London: And I just want to say, that for the past five years I've devoted and dedicated my life to this company. It's made me who I was, and oh so much more, so to ACW - to you fans - I would just like to say, thank you.
London drops the microphone, and immediately chants of "THANK YOU B-K! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAP CLAP" make their rounds around the Staples Center. BK London is smiling from ear to ear upon hearing this chant, and once more he hugs Jay Zero again before heading out of the ring. He slaps the hands of the fans who are lucky enough to reach the front row, and they too thank BK London personally. London makes his way over to Edison and McNally, who are just like the fans in giving him a standing ovation, and he embraces both of them with a hug. Even Phillip himself, who has been nothing but a prop to BK London over the past four and a half years
The timekeeper, the sound guy, the stage manager, they all get the acknowledgement from BK London and they return the praise. London makes his way up the ramp, and he looks back at he sold out arena of 21,000 fans on their feet - and thanks them one more time. The "Thank You B-K!" chants have yet to stop, and they might reign through throughout the entire night.
London makes his way through the backstage area, and finally makes his way through the black tunnel where he see the entire ACW roster back there to greet him. First to step up is Chairman Gingerdude, and while they've had their differences in the past, they still have mutual respect for one another. The second to step up, none other than Victor Laureano - a man who has already hung up his wrestling boots for now, and looks forward to BK London joining him in the post-ACW life.
The Senator, The Macho Man RDK, Jake Steele, Thunderkiss, XS3, Dan White, Fallen Souls, Kudo Yasuda, Scott Andrews, Thunder Train and the rest BK London embraces. They respect everything BK London has done for them over the past couple of years, and they look forward to continue to hold up the company that he helped build and put on the map.
Last, but not least, is Jake Cheng.
Standing behind them all, even he sheds a bit of a tear ,and the two best friends hug it out. BK London and Jake Cheng may be the closest out of anyone in ACW, with their friendship not just showing on camera - but extending to their life outside of ACW. For years these two have been partners in crime, but now it's time for one of them to hang up their boots for good. They both are former World Champions, and have won every other title imaginable in ACW. It's been a long road since even before GFWWE for these two, and it finally comes to an end. London looks forward to see Jake Cheng when he has decided to call it quits, and possibly embark on another adventure with him. London smiles at Jake, and messes up his hair a bit before continuing his long walk out of ACW.
The staff, the crew members, the referees, and the officials all say their goodbyes and there's one more person waiting at the end of the exit for BK London. He smiles upon seeing this person, and once the cameras swing around to get a glimpse of who it is - we're a bit surprised to see Kiley Johnson.
She couldn't be more proud of her husband, and they both meet up and he gives her a peck on the lips. They walk hand in hand, and continue down the long corridor to the exit. London pushes open the door, and the light shines in from the outside. BK London takes his final step out of ACW, and while he may be gone - he will sure not be forgotten.
Thank you ACW, thank you.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by xs3 on Dec 20, 2008 16:49:02 GMT -5
Most epic show ever. Everything about it was so fucking epic. Congrats to Zero and thanks for the (in-character) memories, BK. See you all in two weeks then.
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Jake
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Too fabulous for a title.....
Guido's reaction to Taylor's ban...JAGERBOMBS ALL AROUND!
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Post by Jake on Dec 20, 2008 16:49:59 GMT -5
Worst show ending ever.
*sobs alone in the Top Draw locker room*
But seriously, awesome show. *Plots evilly for 2009*
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Nosepass, Pass Pass Pass
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Post by Jake Steele on Dec 20, 2008 16:51:35 GMT -5
I don't want to use the word epic, but that show was seriously some of the greatest ACW writing I've ever seen. I'm proud of everyone here tonight, and I look wholeheartedly to 2009.
*Holds up BK London sign*
;_; We'll miss you.
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Post by hunter on Dec 20, 2008 19:13:24 GMT -5
Ignore the fact that Hunter's speech and the match's ending don't flow together at all. There was some miscommunication, I'll modify that entire post to make it cohesive later.
Good show, though.
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Post by Thunderkiss on Dec 20, 2008 20:34:36 GMT -5
Speaking of Yuki Satoshi, as of October 31st 2008, she's 16 years old! She's sitting on the living room couch, long legs crossed like a true lady! NOT FOR LONG!
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Post by xs3 on Dec 20, 2008 20:50:12 GMT -5
Because sometimes one facepalm isn't enough.
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