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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:11:22 GMT -5
It's amazing, I'm the reason Everybody fired up this evening I'm Exhausted, Barely Breathing Holding on to what I believe in The titantron clips of the ACW veteran superkicking his foes into oblivion, mixed in with shots of his trademark smirk, his cold stare, and his confident walk brings a roar out of the crowd that has not been seen by any other wrestler this evening. The most shocked person at these events occuring in the ring seems to be none other than Jay Zero. Zero steps foward and grasps the ropes tightly, while taking several deep breaths among hearing the music and seeing the titantron video. It's not real, it can't be real he slowly contemplates, but moments later - as the chorus finally hits, BK London steps out the back and onto the stage to another huge pop from the fans.'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: Whaa?! Maxwell McNally: My god! What a night Eddie! First the return of Jay Zero! Now! Now-- 'Fast' Eddie Edison: BK LONDON! The shocked expression quickly turns to one of distaste on the face of Jay Zero, and London seemingly stares a hole right back at him from behind the dark tinted shades. As London slowly treads down to the ring, he throws his leather jacket off to the side and removes the sunglasses - revealing the cold stare, and the people still can't believe it. London eventually makes his way down the long ramp and he hops up on the apron, which prompts Jay Zero to back up - back up right into The Capitalists.Maxwell McNally[/b]: My god! Look at the look on Jay Zero's face! You'd think he's seen a ghost or something! 'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: Well he ought to watch where's he's going! I think he may have just scuffed the Champions boots! London steps into the ring and he now gets closer and closer to Jay Zero, eventually gets right in his face. Zero doesn't appear to be backing down any bit, but he is aware of the 3 on 1 odds that stand before him right in this ring, and London quickly grabs the microphone out of his hand. Slowly, he raises the microphone up to mouth height and utters the two words that send a surge of cheers throughout the crowd.BK London: I'm BAAAACK! The man who put BK London into retirement doesn't look too happy with the appearance of his formidable foe, and Jay Zero quickly steps back and grabs the microphone out of the hand of Kalb before stepping right back up to the face of Jay Zero.Zero: No, No, No! Just, what the hell is this?! Are you kidding me? Really London? So what, you stalkin' me now? You hear that Jay Z was making a comeback tonight, so you decided to fly out just to try and take me outta the spotlight for your fifteen minutes? Heh - that's just like you... see, you're just one of the problems I was talking about! You can't stand to give up the spotlight, can you? You're no different from anybody else here. You're just like all the veterans, and all the new guys! You're just another one of the egotistical slimeballs of this company! [/b] The fans of the veterans such as Jonny Spade, Dan White, The Senator, Alicia Kitsune, and more are not amused by Jay Zero's statement. Neither are the Capitalists.Zero: Seven months ago, I retired you! I RETIRED YOU LONDON! ...and quite frankly, there's nothing you can even do about it! So with that being said, I just would like to know why you're here! [/b] B-K!
B-K!
B-K!
B-K!
The chants run rampant throughout the ACW Arena, and Jay Zero looks less than amused, but all London can do is smile as he readies his response.BK London: What am I doing out here? Well for one, it's Omega Effect 5 and I'll be damned if I'm missing this event! Another huge pop.BK London: But seriously, the last time I was seen in an ACW ring - it's true, I did lose a match to you and I promised that if I lost - I would retire from wrestling. And at that time, I do believe it was the right decision. My glory years were definitely behind me, and there was nothing left I had to accomplish in ACW. But....but being away for such a while, and talking to Senator last week on the phone, it made me think and realize something. It made me realize that I wasn't exactly ready to leave at that time, I wasn't really ready to hang it all up. No no, it made me realize that before I have to do that, I have to handle some unfinished business with a certain person....and that person is you Jay Zero. Zero: Me? What -- you came out here to try and pick a fight? Pathetic... if you honestly want me to wipe this ring with your lifeless body, then fine! Let's go! [/b] There's quite the pop from the crowd upon Jay Zero accepting this impromptu battle, and BK London backs up before dropping the microphone and he begins to remove his diamond encrusted watch. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring, Jay Zero removes his sunglasses and begins to remove his tanktop. London also removes his shirt, and the two prepare to get it on in the ring - all while both members of The Capitalists stand in the center of the ring.'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: Oh my god Maxy! We're about to get a Winters Discontent rematch! The crowd is getting more and more riles up as they're anticipating this battle to commence, but Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris have seen enough.Anthony Kalb: Wait a minute! Just wait a DAMN minute! Massive heat from the crowd as Kalb chimes in, stepping between the two with his Capitalist brother Kevin Fitsharris. The two stand in the center of the ring while both men standing in opposing corners, and both Jay Zero and BK London look quite puzzled.Anthony Kalb: This isn't the BK London show! This isn't the Jay Zero show! As of right now, the only guys running things are Fitsharris and I - the ACW Tag Team Champions! You got that?! Champions! Something neither of you are! So what I suggest for you two HASBEENS is to put back on your t-shirts... Kalb turns over to Jay Zero.Anthony Kalb: Get back in your limos.... Kalb then turns over to BK London.Anthony Kalb: And go to whatever hole you two decided to rise up from tonight! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?! Kalb has had absolutely enough of the attention being drawn away from the Tag Team Championship open challenge itself, and it's showing in the loud tone of his voice. BK London and Jay Zero bring an end to their mini-scuffle to actually take in what has just occurred between them - literally, and they look out into the crowd for a bit of reassurance on what happened.Kevin Fitsharris: Gentlemen! I believed he asked you a question. Does he make himself clear? Do you currently understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? Get OUT of our ring, so we can take on the first victims for our Tag Team Championships! The crowd can't believe it, BK London can't believe it, and neither can Jay Zero - but the pair of World Champions aren't exactly going to take a verbal assault like that lightly. London begins to make his way to the center of the ring, and Zero does the same - getting closer and closer to the tag team champions.BK London: ...excuse me? Upon closer inspection, it seems BK London is quite a bit more built that the Tag Team Champions - and Jay Zero is no slouch himself. Kalb, being the smart man he is, decides to backtrack.Anthony Kalb: See um...uh...what I was saying was that, we are trying to celebrate our victory here - so if you could, please exit the ring. Just so that we can have our Omega Effect moment, fells. After that, you two can tear each others heads off. Come on fellas, I have kids... BK London slowly advances more towards Anthony Kalb, and Kalb continues to inch and inch closer towards the ropes. Suddenly, out of left field - Fitsharris blindsides London with a forearm to the back of the head. Flooring London instantly, the pair begins to dominate the former ACW Champion - stomping him out as the heat from the fans continue to raise in magnitude.Maxwell McNally[/b]: What a cheap shot by Kevin Fitsharris! Wait! And where's Zero going?! Zero sees this, and with everything that has went on just now, he decides to take his exit quietly under the bottom rope and he heads around the ring and makes his way up the ramp. But then he hears the chants slowly emerging from the crowd, and the chants stop him dead in his tracks...ZE-RO!
ZE-RO!
ZE-RO!'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: The crowds callin' for Zero to make the save! Zero turns his head towards the action in the ring, and he gazes upon the beatdown in the ring on his advesary BK London. Every urge in his body is telling him that last year, BK London was the reasons behind so many attacks and missed opportunities, but something inside him puts one foot in front of the other - and before you know it, he's sprinting back down to the ring.
Zero slides under the bottom rope and springs right up before taking down Kalb with an impressive spear. The punches lay into the Tag Team Champion, and now BK London has the odds evened up to put things better in his favor. London recovers from the two on one assault and begins mounting some offense of his own, laying into the kisser of Kalb with vicious right hands. Without any warning, Carter Donovan signals for the bell - and it seems that Jay Zero and BK London are the challengers for the tag team titles...'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: What the? Did... Did he just call for the bell?! Maxwell McNally[/b]: It looks like we got ourselves a Tag Team Title match!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:11:52 GMT -5
London scores with a clothesline to take Kalb down, but the Fallout star gets right back on up - only to be knocked down with another clothesline. Kalb gets up one more time, only to be whipped into the corner where London crushes him with a Stinger Splash. Fitsharris and Zero manage to get back up to a vertical base, and the Tag Team Champion attempts to clothesline Zero over the top rope - but the former World Champion simply side steps the attempt. Fitharris goes sailing over the top rope to the outside, and it leaves none other than Anthony Kalb in the ring.
Kalb stumbles to the center of the ring after the Stinger Splash, and within a second he is cold cocked by the foot of London as he connects with the Shades of Michaels. Kalb stumbles around, and he walks right into a Elevated Fireman's Carry by Jay Zero. Zero then drives Kalb head first into the mat with what he now dubs, 'Absolute Zero'. And there is a brief staredown between London and Zero, and Zero seems hesitant to do what's in the back of his mind next.
He looks over at London, and looks over at Carter Donovan, and then looks over at Fitharris barely moving on the outside. Zero gets down on one knee, and then the next, and before you know it - he hooks the leg of Anthony Kalb. Donovan slides on over and makes the count...
ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!
The bell sounds, and the crowd erupts from their seats and the only people still awkward about what just went on in the ring are BK London and Jay Zero. It's even more disturbing to them when they hear Phillip's voice on the microphone..
'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: WHAT?!
Phillip: And the winners - and NEW - ACW Tag Team Champions, Jay Zero and BK London!
London looks over at Phillip and there's a shocked expression on his face, and for Jay Zero - this is all just starting to sink in. Carter Donovan brings the ACW Tag Team Championships in the ring and he awards one to BK London, and the other to Jay Zero. Both men seemingly go through the same motions, slowly looking at the belt and then proceeding to look at one another.
Maxwell McNally[/b]: I don't believe what we've just seen! And for that matter, I don't believe BK or Zero have either!
Before this can get any more weird, Jay Zero decides to slip out of the ring and makes his way far up the ramp with his belt. He stops at the same spot he did previously, turns around and looks at the belt - then looks back at BK London, and it hits him - that he is now one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions.....with BK London.
Fade Out
OOC: Credit goes to Zero/BK London.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:12:14 GMT -5
King of the World Credit: Danny Mainer Sweaty, beaten and with blood pouring out of his wounds it appears that despite his physical condition no man can be more ecstatic then the one that just bagged his shot at any title he chooses on the grandest stage of them all, Omega Effect. And in what greater fashion then scaling that big-ass ladder and taking home the prize that he created? Happiness at last, he wonders back with arm raised and the briefcase in hand with the cauldron logo on the side glimmering in the spotlights backstage. He walks straight to the ACW backdrop where Charlotte King sits pretty waiting for him to arrive. She glows as he walks over and he stands up ready to conduct the interview, the camera following as he staggers half-drunkenly towards her.Charlotte King: "Congratulations!" Danny Mainer: "Holy SHIT! I did it! FUCK YOU ALL!"Charlotte King: "Congratulations Dan! You did it, how do you feel?" Danny Mainer: "I'm not just The King of ACW baby, I'M KING OF THE FUCKING WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLLLLLLDDDDDDDDD! I feel alive again! I'm so happy, I could actually watch one of Hunter's movies right now and not get bored! YEAAAAHH!"Charlotte King: "Haha! Cheapshot there, I'm sure he'll be f-" Danny Mainer: "You could say he'll be turning over in his grave! Haha!"Charlotte King: "Ooft! Smoothly put, listen Dan, you've just won your creation, the first ever Crucible match-up and what a match it was. How the Hell did you pull yourself out of the crowd?!" Danny Mainer: "Well, truth be told it's experience baby. That's not the first time I've gone from being on top of a ladder INSIDE the ring to being flung into the eighth row, back in the GWF days that happened to me a few times and it doesn't get any easier!"Charlotte King: "I think everyone is going to remember your samurai moment where you pulled out both of those kendo sticks and went all Bruce Lee on the competition!" Danny Mainer: "That's definitely one for the highlight reel, I can tell ya' that much! Got any other questions?"Charlotte King: "Well it seems with the exception of one small thing, your life is totally back on track!" Danny Mainer: "What do you mean, one small thing? I've got my woman back! With the exception of NOTHING my life is on track! My family is back together, I'm free, Hell I don't even need a psychiatrist anymore!"
Charlotte King: "Does that mean you're sacking my uncle?"
Danny Mainer: "No! He's a friend of mine and I'll easily find another exploitive job for him! Who knows, he may become my ringside manager!"
Charlotte King: "Well great! You're still gonna' watch my back right?"
Danny Mainer: "Of course! Don't doubt that for a second."
Charlotte King: "Well Dan, you're on top of the world and as the sixth year of ACW rolls in and the fifth one comes to a close, what do you want to say to all the fans at home?"
Danny Mainer: "I wanna say thank you to all of the MainerManiacs who have stood by me through thick and thin, I wanna say thank you to Chairman Gingerdude for setting me up with a psychiatrist and I wanna say thank you to my sister for helping me become one with my family again! Next year, Omega Effect six, Danny Mainer for World Champion 2009 and onwards! Also, make sure to watch my ass as I go all the way and conquer Emperor of the Ring! This is going to be my year to shine! I'm going to get my opportunity to show the world why I'm better then everybody else! Prepare, because The King is back in town, King of Vegas, King of ACW, King of the Pig, I AM THE PSYCHO BUTCHER and I am your FUTURE WORLD. HEAVYWEIGHT. CHAMPION!"
Charlotte King: "Thank you for talking to me, back to Omega Effect!"
Danny Mainer: "THANK YOU EVERYBODY! I LOVE YOU!"
Mainer locks Charlotte in a tight embrace, pushing her recently cut hair onto his blood-stained chest much to her disgust but she returns the embrace reluctantly patting him on the back before he wanders off backstage to rant at some more people, briefcase in hand as the screen turns to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:37:34 GMT -5
Match 11: Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Freeman/AK) Darkness is beginning to fall on this summer evening as Omega Effect V moves toward its biggest and most anticipated matches. The crowd’s stamina has already been tested, and the atmosphere is heady as the fans await the next event. Two massive title confrontations promise to add new, fabled chapters to the ACW history books... but first, there is a rivalry of a different kind to be resolved.
Philip Jones collects his microphone and enters the ring, and the sound in the arena falls back a little, every pair of eyes on him. Philip gauges the perfect moment to begin his introductions.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Introducing first, the special guest referee for this match... The crowd is on tenterhooks; speculation has been rife as to who will take charge of this clash.Philip: ......our esteemed Chairman, Gingerdude! THAT came out of left field; the crowd is surprised as the Chairman himself comes out from the back, clad in the traditional black-and-white referee’s shirt.McNally:It looks as if the Chairman is going to referee this contest directly. He did warn Freeman that it would be someone he couldn’t corrupt... Edison:Yeah, Freeman’s going to have to watch himself, Max. Ginger’s not the type to be biased in a match of this type, but neither is he going to let Freeman pull the wool over his eyes. Once Ginger has made his way to ringside, the arena darkens, and the opening of “Ugly” by the Exies causes the crowd to start booing loudly.Philip: Introducing first, from Long Island, New York, at Six feet and 230lbs... Jason Freeman! The song begins slowly, the words somehow totally fitting for the man who emerges into the low light.Are you ugly? A liar like me? A user, a lost soul? Someone you don't know Money it's no cure A Sickness so pure Are you like me? Are you ugly?The chorus hits, and pyro streams down the ramp as Freeman walks down it, a picture of intensityWe are dirt, we are alone You know we're far from sober! We are fake, we are afraid You know it's far from over We are dirt we are alone You know we're far from sober! Look closer, are you like me? Are you ugly?Freeman enters the ring, and paces around it a few times before stopping, glaring at the audience. Their cat-calls, their disapproval means nothing to him. His entire world is now just the square of canvas... and he will shape this world to match his vision.
There’s a slight pause, and the crowd starts to get noisy in anticipation. The lights dim again... but instead of a guitar bassline, there comes instead the pure sound of a piano, and what sounds like a faint rumble of thunder.
And then a voice. Distinct, soft, yet filled with an emotional pull that makes the crowd fall quiet.Then, the rainstorm came over me... And I felt my spirit break... There is a murmur of recognition that turns into applause as a single spotlight picks out the figure of Seal, standing to one side of the stage.I had lost all of my faith, you see, And realised my mistake... The accompaniment swells as the music builds toward the chorus, and the crowd starts to react as they see a figure emerge through a cloud of dry ice which is covering the stage.But time drew a prayer to me And all around me, became still... The figure is wearing a long robe... it looks like a kind of kimono, with an added hood. As the chorus commences, the figure removes this... and there is a swell of surprise and cheering from the assembled fans.
Alicia Laureano is striking in her altered appearance. Her hair is pure white, and red makeup creates a scrolled pattern around her eyes and across her forehead. I need Love, Love’s Divine Please forgive me now I see that I’ve been blind Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name... She removes her kimono, and reveals her new, specially designed ring wear. Her signature white colour is still the key theme, but her boots, shoulders and elbow pads have flares of white fabric with red detailing, which also winds its way around her arms and across the bottom of her cropped top. Some of the crowd work out what the reference is... Freeman is indeed about to try and bend the blazing sun to his course... Oh , don’t bend, don’t break Show me how to live and promise me you won’t forsake Cause Love can help me know my name... The totally new entrance changes the mood in the arena completely, and Alicia smiles as she makes her way to the ring, the crowd swaying to the song with even a few lighters in the air. There is applause as the performance finishes, and then the fans start to get noisy again.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:40:42 GMT -5
The bell rings, and it is time. The two competitors stand on opposite sides of the ring, looking across at each other, as Ginger stands in the middle of them, ready to ensure that this contest goes straight down the middle. Will it? Can it? That remains to be shown. Freeman and AK both show no expression on their faces at first. Freeman has waited for this moment for a very long time, and surely he must still be getting it through his head that the moment has finally come. The seconds are all counted. It’s time for the match of his career. AK looks back at Freeman, ready to make him pay for all he’s done. She’s fighting this one for her husband, for her family, for these fans, yet also for herself. If there is a line, Freeman has not just stepped but leaped over it these past two months. Freeman blocks out everything and focuses right on AK. The fans expected Freeman to rush her or attack quickly in anger, but clearly he is not about to do so. He hopes that will throw AK off, and he will block out any anger. He is right now, above all, going to strategize. The crowd begins to take this tense moment with no action as an opportunity to start showing their support, and instantly an AK chant breaks out. AK pays no attention to it at the moment though. She loves the fans but has bigger things on her plate right now.
Suddenly AK rushes forward, and before Freeman can even dodge she is upon him. She throws a flurry of punches, and he tries to deflect them, but is unable. He obviously did not expect such a strong start from her. Freeman moves back slightly to dodge her jabs, and then attempts to come forward and clothesline her to the ground, but she ducks. Freeman turns RIGHT into a hard dropkick from AK that sends him to the ground. Freeman is getting up almost as quickly as he fell to the ground, and he stands right as AK runs towards him, jumping up, spinning around his head and hitting him with a flying headscissors. He flips forward, and as his back hits the ground he instantly uses the momentum to get back on his feet and quickly turn, but he is dazed enough from all this quick motion that AK is able to hit him with a monkey flip!
The fans are going wild as AK surprises them all by starting so aggressively. Freeman again hits the ground, and doesn’t get up quite so fast this time. He rolls to his knee, and is about to stand, as AK comes towards him. Freeman then, instead of standing into whatever she has planned, quickly throws his body backwards and rolls into the corner, looking up at AK obviously waiting for her to slow down. AK has no intention of doing so however; as soon as Freeman stands in the turnbuckle, AK is coming towards him. Freeman puts his foot up, and AK collides into it, and then Freeman comes towards her to attack, but AK spins around with a hard punch that gets Freeman right in the cheek, and causes him to clutch his face and bend down. AK is taking complete control of the match so far. Now as Freeman bends clutching his face, AK bounces off the ropes again, and comes towards him with a clothesline as he turns back to her, and this time he stays down for a second.
McNally: Well this is a bit surprising! It seems that AK is the one that’s actually being aggressive here! Edison: It isn’t often we see her like this…she obviously wants to prevent Freeman from EVER being in control.
Once again Freeman begins to get to his feet, and once again AK comes to knock him down. She hits three quick jabs, and pulls her fist back ready to hit one HUGE punch, but as she swings her fist forward, Freeman catches it, and then quickly maneuvers behind her putting her in a very tight hammerlock. He snarls as he increases the pressure, obviously taken off his game and a bit mad. AK however, throws her body forward and turns with enough force to take Freeman over her and to the ground. Freeman rolls to his feet, and comes forward, and they both lock up. Freeman breaks the lock up with a knee, and then as AK bends he locks in a headlock. Once again he wrenches in the pressure, and AK tries to throw her body forward again, but Freeman sees it coming and yanks her back the other way and to the ground hard. AK rolls over, but Freeman adjusts his position and locks in a side headlock on the ground now.
AK tries to get up by rolling onto her back and then attempting to stand, but Freeman once again readjusts his position, and manages to keep the hold locked in while AK is on one knee. She looks like she is about to get to her feet, but he elbows her and she goes down on all fours, before he gets on his knees, and drops an elbow on her neck. She rolls over onto her back, and he stands up and quickly goes over to her legs, trying to grab them before she gets up. She lifts her legs however and locks them around Freeman’s throat. She lifts up, perhaps going for a triangle choke, but Freeman, not wanting to let that move go on any longer than it has to, begins to lift AK up over his head attempting to powerbomb her back down to the mat. AK uses the momentum Freeman provides however, by pushing forward at just the right moment. She unlocks her legs and flips forward, grabbing Freeman into a sunset flip on the way down, but Freeman backrolls out before Ginger can even start to count a pin, and without even a pause Freeman is bouncing off the ropes and coming back to dive downwards aiming a shoulder right at AK’s chest. AK rolls to the side letting Freeman fall to the mat.
Both get up quickly once again, and now Freeman throws a punch, and AK again gets behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and pushing him forward, attempting to bounce him off the ropes and roll him back into a pin. Freeman grabs the ropes however, and AK ends up rolling by herself back into the middle of the ring. She rolls onto her feet however, and runs towards Freeman to try to take him out of the ring. Freeman ducks at just the right moment and attempts to flip AK backwards over the ropes, but AK was prepared for this possibility and grabs the ropes, yanking herself in the air to land back on the apron on her feet. Freeman turns and throws another shot to take her off, but AK ducks and shoulders Freeman in the gut. Freeman bends over and ends up with his head sticking out over the second rope. AK backs up near the turnbuckle, before coming forward and nailing Freeman with a HARD kick to the chest. Freeman falls back into the ring, and AK takes a moment to let the fans cheer her on for her brilliant move.
Edison: Wow! What a fast paced match right from the opening! McNally: Freeman is trying to go toe to toe with a legend and he isn’t doing half bad! Edison: No, but AK has definitely been in control so far.
Freeman rolls into the center of the ring, before going back to a turnbuckle to recuperate. AK slowly enters the ring once more, watching Freeman on the ground clutching his chest. The kick hit its mark perfectly and he’s obviously feeling it. The look of anger on his face fades, and he merely smirks, as he makes his way to his feet. He takes a deep breath, and then fully stands up, looking across at AK again. He begins a little mock applause, pointing to her. Obviously he is not going to let her feel like she’s on top of things. He will NOT let her feel in control. Freeman looks at her, obviously strategizing. He stands there thinking to himself. And then she is upon him. Again she obviously thinks the best defense is a good offense, and again she comes with aggressiveness. Freeman leans back, trying to dodge her punches that are flying towards his face. He leans left and right, trying to get a break but there is no way to escape, as he is back in the turnbuckle. He leans backwards out of range, before ducking down and charging forward, grabbing both of her legs for a double leg take down, and charging into the middle of the ring. AK however, as she is driven backwards, switches position around Freeman, so that his own momentum carries him forward onto his hands and knees, and AK switches to his side, jumping over him with an Oklahoma roll, but before Ginger can count, Freeman rolls himself out of it. Freeman gets to his knees, before lashing out at AK who is also rising. AK falls over backwards, and Freeman crawls towards her, grabbing for her arm, but AK raises her leg up and knees Freeman in the side of the head for his troubles.
Freeman falls back down to the ground, and quickly tries to get to his feet. Freeman comes forward, but AK gets to his side and kicks his legs out from under him. Freeman falls once more to his back, and AK grabs his legs, flipping over him with a jackknife pin. There’s a one count, but then Freeman is able to wrap his arms around AK’s waist, power himself up and turn it into a backslide pin. Ginger counts one, but AK is already backrolling out of it, and before Freeman can get off of all fours, AK comes forward and kicks him in the chest again, causing him to roll to his side. Once again AK seems to have gotten the best of this exchange. Freeman gets up quickly, though slower than he did at first. And then the two are staring at each other. AK is right by the ropes and this time Freeman charges in. AK has him well scouted, and is ready to flip him over the ropes, but instead of going high, Freeman goes low. Freeman baseball slides out of the ring through AK’s legs, grabbing her foot in the process. As a result, AK falls flat forward onto her face. Freeman lands on his feet, turns and yanks, causing AK to slide out from under the ring, clear off the apron, and smack face first right to the floor outside! Freeman leans against the barricade, smirking, and nodding, obviously thrilled that he was able to get one up on her now.
McNally: Well there we go, THAT exchange went to Freeman.
Edison: And you’ve gotta realize that AK used up a lot of energy in the opening of this match, so if Freeman can slow her down now perhaps he might be able to maintain the advantage!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:41:06 GMT -5
Freeman intends to do just that. AK has hit the ground hard, and Freeman knows it. This is his chance to start gaining some momentum. Freeman comes forward, and begins rapidly stomping on AK. Ginger is yelling for Freeman to enter the ring, and beginning the count, but Freeman blocks him out and just concentrates on dealing as much punishment as humanly possible in the ten seconds now allotted to him. She begins to get to her feet, but he helps her out with that one, yanking her up, and attempting to irish whip her into the barricade. She was down and not out however, because she reverses his irish whip, and Freeman goes back first into the barricade, cringing as he sinks to the ground clutching his back. Freeman looks forward at her, and glares…and then suddenly charges forward. She sidesteps him, grabbing his arm and then pivots, completing the Spin the Bottle as she propels him head first into the steel steps!
The sound of Freeman smashing straight into the steps resounds throughout the arena, and the fans cheer as they hear it. Seeing that Ginger is already on a seven count, AK rolls into the ring. Freeman, while hurt, is not knocked out, and is able to fight through the pain, and roll himself into the ring, though this time he remains on the ground, clutching his head. A close-up on Freeman’s face reveals that he already, just a few minutes into this contest, has been busted open by the steps. It’s not a big cut, but the blood is still there.
Edison: Wow, that can’t be good! This match is bound to be going on long, and if that cut gets worse and he loses more blood it could hurt him in this one. McNally: This certainly doesn’t bode well!
No it certainly doesn’t. Freeman sits up, taking deep breaths. He closes his eyes, and sits in the turnbuckle, calming himself down. When you’re wrestling at a fast pace as they were doing, it isn’t easy to remain calm. Freeman realizes how his lack of a level head cost him. When she slammed into the barricade, he got mad, lost control, and as a result went head-first into the steps. He can’t let that happen again. He slowly gets to his feet…sighing, and taking breaths. And now he looks up, and his eyes are calm once more. He is in control. The blood that shows on his hand as he brings it away from his forehead will be more than enough of a reminder to keep his cool.
Towards the middle they go. Time for round three. Freeman has by far taken the most shots by far, but AK has used the most energy. Both are slightly out of breath but that is the only indication of the toll the match has taken so far. This match is still in the beginning stage. The two combatants circle each other. Freeman looks to come in low, but AK side steps, and now Freeman gets back to his feet, as AK tries to throw another fierce kick at him. Freeman manages to get his hand around AK’s head, and lock her in a headlock again, but AK responds to back Freeman against the ropes, and shove him forward. Freeman rebounds off of the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, but as he comes back towards AK he hits her hard with a shoulder block that takes her to the ground, but AK begins to roll onto her side. Freeman backs up, running forward again, but AK leaps at the last second into the air, and hits Freeman with a picture perfect hurracanrana that sends him flipping across the ring, and the crowd cheers! Freeman once again begins to momentarily lose control and begins banging his hands into the mat. No matter how hard he tries, AK consistently seems to be besting him. Freeman looks out of the corner of his eye however, and sees that AK seems to be a little low on energy, and recuperating a bit after that last burst. Freeman keeps his head down, before popping up in a charge, and before AK can even move, Freeman has clotheslined her down to the ground!
Freeman drops to his knees and begins pummeling AK, attempting to keep her down. He rises to his feet and rapidly begins stomping her. She’s been using up energy with fast paced moves, but he has more than enough energy to give right now. She ends up rolling away, forced to retreat to the corner this time, and Freeman doesn’t stop. Stomp after stomp connects on AK, Freeman’s face a picture of furious determination. She sits against the corner, and Freeman grabs the ropes and continues mudhole stomping AK, until Ginger has to start the count. He gets to four, and Freeman relents, walking away from AK who is in the corner, and walking towards the opposite corner, perhaps attempting to run in and try a move. What he doesn’t see as he turns away however, is AK herself rising to her feet quickly. What he DOES see as he turns is AK charging towards him, and before he can move, HE falls victim to a lariat, delivered with intent. Freeman rolls over rapidly, trying to make it to the ropes, but now it is AK’s turn to hit some stomps. Freeman grabs out blindly and manages to catch one, and quickly maneuvers himself to trip AK forward onto her face, and attempt to step over right into a half crab, but AK rolls over to her back and kicks her legs to throw Freeman backwards off of her. Freeman falls back into the middle of the ring, and again both are on their feet coming towards each other. How long can they possibly keep this fast paced wrestling up?
This time around, Freeman attempts to get behind her, and he grabs her in a full nelson position, turning to the side and looking to swing her back the other way into a faceplant, a move he has used as a high-impact one many times before. She however, slips out of the full nelson, and knees him. She bounces off of the ropes, and grabs his head, jumping and looking for a tornado DDT, but he grabs her in the air, forcing her to land on her feet. He pulls her in forcefully, looking to grab her for his lifting complete shot. He lifts her, but she turns slightly and lands on her feet, before dropping down, pulling him into an inside cradle…1…..2…..and Freeman kicks out forcefully for the first two count of the match so far. Freeman gets to his feet quickly once again, and as AK goes to strike him, he ducks under, runs, bounces off of the ropes, and rebounds looking to knock her down hard with a bicycle kick, but AK dodges, and Freeman kicks nothing but air. Freeman lands, and stumbles, and turns around, to where AK is standing in a stance…waiting for him to turn to go for SOMETHING. As Freeman turns, AK spins, LOOKING FOR THE EMP!!! But Freeman sees her going for it before she can throw the kick, and Freeman purposely throws his weight back, and allows himself to tumble backwards to the ground, as the kick flies through the place where his head once was. Freeman rolls himself under the ropes, and gets to a standing position outside the ring, holding both of his hands out, as if to say “Whoa! Whoa!” Freeman breathes heavily, and stands outside, as the crowd boos, not liking that he avoided the kick, and not liking that he’s remaining outside of the ring when he should be in it wrestling.
Edison: I can’t believe she went for it that early!
McNally: Well maybe she knew he’d avoid it. Maybe she was just attempting to get inside of his head, and if that’s the case it looks like it worked. Freeman may not let anybody see it, but to me he looks shaken.
Edison: Well, he’s certainly shaken enough to stick outside the ring when he should be inside of it right now.
Ginger is counting Freeman out and yet he as of yet pays no mind to it. It was close there. AK’s foot was just inches away from connecting. That move can NOT connect. Freeman won’t let it. And if he’s not completely on his game it will. As Ginger gets to seven, Freeman cautiously makes his way up the apron, eyeing AK the whole time. Making sure she isn’t going to attempt anything. Freeman slowly makes his way under the second rope. And as AK works her way forward, he quickly goes back to the apron, leaning back, pointing at her. He then once again slowly comes through the ropes, and this time comes back into the ring.
Freeman and AK both know that they need to get one big move in now, and they may be able to hold an advantage. Both combatants are tired, and they may finally stay down. Freeman comes in, ducks the shots, and tries to get behind AK, grabbing her around the waist, but AK hits an elbow. Freeman’s grip just gets tighter, as he is determined to hold on, looking like he may perhaps go for a german suplex. But AK’s elbows get faster and faster, and they are pummeling Freeman’s face one after another, and Freeman’s grip gets looser and looser, until he stands groggily behind her. AK turns slightly and jumps, hitting Freeman with a gamengiri right to the head! Freeman turns and falls forward into the turnbuckle…the turnbuckle keeps him standing up but he looks out of it, the kick hit its mark perfectly.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:41:25 GMT -5
AK takes a second on her knees. She doesn’t want to let herself tire out too completely and can’t keep going non-stop. But she knows that if she can capitalize here, everything from here on in will be that little bit easier. So she comes forward, and grabs Freeman by the head, pulling him away from the turnbuckle, and turning with him, before running up the turnbuckle for the Fox Flip! She runs up and jumps, but as soon as she is turning towards the center of the ring about to bulldog Freeman to the ground, he snaps to life, and GRABS her adjusting his grip, so she remains suspended vertically in midair, and then grabs her around the throat, FALLING backwards, and AK gets reverse DDT’d the TOP of her head being DRIVEN straight into the second turnbuckle! The fans all give a loud “ohhhhhh!” at the sick move, and Freeman although he is surely hurt a bit, gets up to his feet and raises his arms in triumph. He has struck the first significant move and he KNOWS it.
Edison: OHHHHHHHHHHH. AK JUST DRIVEN HEAD FIRST INTO THAT TURNBUCKLE! WHAT A COUNTER!
McNally: That was definitely an impressive move, yes, and has Freeman actually just managed to take control?
Freeman breathes heavily, and looks down at AK. He snarls, and drags her into the center of the ring before dropping down into a cover. 1 . . . 2 . . . And AK kicks out. No surprise to Freeman. He didn’t actually expect a win, but it’s always worth a try. He isn’t bothered. He gets up and hits a few slow methodical stomps onto AK. He then looks down at her. He seems to be planning his next move, but she begins to stir as if she’s going to get up, and so Freeman just reacts quickly. He goes to her right leg, and hits a couple of quick stomps on it. She rolls over, and so Freeman grabs her foot, lifts into the air, and then slams her back down on her knee. She needs her legs if she wants to move quickly, and she’ll also have to use it to hit the EMP, and so taking out one of them seems like a smart strategy. As AK attempts to get up, Freeman continues to aim shots at the leg. When she seems about to succeed at standing, Freeman backs up. She finally gets to her feet, and prepares to turn to get back into this match, but suddenly Freeman rushes forward as she turns, going low and chop-blocking her leg! She falls back down and once again Freeman is on the leg, to the boos of the crowd.
Freeman stomps AK’s leg again multiple times, and then he drags her towards the turnbuckle. He exits the ring, grabs AK’s leg and pulls it forward a bit. He holds it against the turnbuckle, but then pulls it to the side and THROWS it back into the steel pole! If AK’s leg wasn’t hurting yet, it CERTAINLY is now. Freeman quickly grabs the leg again, and this time bends it across the steel pole, pulling HARD, and AK shoots up to a sitting position, trying desperately but unable to free her leg from Freeman’s grip. Ginger is yelling at Freeman, and beginning a five count, and Freeman lets go of the leg. He doesn’t care. He knows his damage has been done.
Freeman slides back into the ring, smirking to himself as he looks down at AK, whose grimace expresses eloquently the pain she is now having to deal with. He has done the necessary damage to the leg to ensure that it affects her performance, however slightly, and he intends to do even more. He isn’t even close to done with it.
McNally: Freeman’s strategy is clear…he is intent on destroying that leg!
Edison: Well without it, she will certainly have a harder time in this match…
AK is pulled into the center of the ring, and although she tries to get up, Freeman drops an elbow right onto her leg, and that stops AK for a second. Freeman grabs her leg, and turns her over, this time locking in a half crab, pulling on the right leg as hard as he can. AK thrashes to try to get Freeman off but Freeman’s grip is locked in hard, and AK is in great pain. Freeman pulls back even HARDER, just increasing that pressure, as AK attempts to pull her way over to the ropes. She inches her way there, but Freeman just continues to pull her back into the center. He yells out as he pulls as hard as he can, and AK stifles the impulse to shout out herself because of the great pain. She stops struggling for a second, which allows Freeman to slightly loosen his guard, and then all at once she gives a great effort and rolls onto her back, her leg coming out of Freeman’s grip. Freeman grabs the leg once again, but this time AK leans up, and catches him in an inside cradle for the second time in this match! 1 . . . 2 . . And Freeman kicks out. AK knows that it’s going to be hard to get up quickly while favoring her leg, but if she doesn’t he’ll capitalize, and so she manages to get to her feet almost before he does. Now Freeman is like a shark who smells blood. He stands bent over, inching towards AK, ready to attack, just looking for an opening. AK is ready to fight him off. Freeman seems to dart in left, but as AK looks ready to defend, he backs off. He looks to aim right, and again draws back. He is looking for that one opening. Just looking to break through her defenses and reach that leg once more. AK has no intention of letting him however. And then he comes in for real this time, going low. AK attempts to strike him, and while her blows land, he goes through them and grabs the right leg, lifting it up. AK has no intention of getting taken down again however, and she jumps using her left leg to hit Freeman with an enzuigiri! He stumbles and turns, sinking down to his hands and knees, yet not totally on the ground. AK looks up, mutters some language which is certainly not PG-13 friendly, and begins to climb the turnbuckle.
Her leg isn’t weak enough yet to severely inhibit her motions and so she reaches the top rope, just as Freeman finally recovers from his grogginess, and gets to his feet. AK takes this opportunity to leap from the top rope, and as she comes towards Freeman she kicks out with her left leg delivering a front dropkick! Freeman goes down to the mat, and AK crawls over to Freeman for the cover as the crowd cheers her last move. 1 . . . 2 . . . And Predictably Freeman kicks out. AK gets to her feet, and Freeman rolls to his stomach, and then gets up onto his hands and knees.
McNally: Well Freeman’s period of offense seems to be over, AK is back in this thing!
Edison: That leg may be bothering her, but it isn’t stopping her at all!
McNally: At this point yes, but Freeman surely is going to refocus on it as soon as he can.
As Freeman begins to stand, AK pulls him in looking for a DDT! Freeman sees it coming however, and suddenly runs forward driving AK’s back into the turnbuckle. Freeman hits a couple of shoulder thrusts, attempting to keep her stunned, but as he goes for the fourth shoulder thrust, AK jumps, causing Freeman to miss, and then AK goes into a sunset flip! 1 . . . 2 . . . And then Freeman kicks out hard. Both of them get up, and now Freeman gives her a hard knee to the ribs, before irish whipping her to the opposite turnbuckle now. As she hits it, Freeman runs forward jumping for a double knee, but AK moves and Freeman smashes into the corner. AK quickly rebounds off of the ropes, and as Freeman turns himself around in the corner, AK connects with a liger kick! Freeman sinks down to the ground, and AK pulls him away from the corner, and begins to climb the turnbuckle! She makes it to the top rope, but she looks back, and sees that Freeman is quickly getting to his feet, and coming towards her. Instead of letting him reach her she waits until he is about to and then leaps over his head, intending to land on her feet, and get behind him. She however, doesn’t realize exactly how much her leg is hurt. When she hits the ground, a sharp pain shoots through it, and causes her to stop for a moment, and that’s all Freeman needs. He grabs her in a full nelson, swings her to the side, and then swings her back spinning her into a faceplant, completing the move he was unable to hit before!
Freeman slowly climbs to his feet, and smirks to himself. The crowd boos him, and that causes him to look up. He points down at AK and yells something to the crowd about how he is going to beat a legend. He takes his time walking slowly over to AK, who is stirring on the ground, and jumps into the air bringing a knee right down on her right leg, sending a fresh wave of pain through it. On the ground, AK clutches her leg in pain, and tries to get up, but Freeman again jumps, driving that knee into her leg. The fans are booing, and so Freeman stands up once more, points to them, and shouts “THIS ONE IS FOR YOU ALL OF YOU!” before jumping onto the second rope, springboarding as high as he can into the air, and then coming down with a knee right onto the leg! The crowd boos even louder than before as they see the pain that AK is in as a result of this last move. If her leg was hurting before it’s got to be worse now.
McNally: Well Freeman certainly seems to have gotten confident…maybe too confident.
Edison: Well he’s managed to get in control of AK, why shouldn’t he be?
Freeman drops down to his knees, and leans in over AK, yelling something down towards her. No doubt he had kept a level head in the beginning, but it seems now that he is in control his anger has returned, and while before he was trying to outwrestle her, he seems now to be trying to punish her. He begins to lift her up slowly, and now he kicks her in the midsection, and pulls her into DDT position. He raises his hand, and points to all of the crowd, before lifting her up, no doubt going for his inverted final cut, but AK shifts her weight while she is lifted, and comes down to her feet, before getting behind him, and jumping up into a sleeper hold! The fans go wild, and Freeman desperately moves about, trying to get her off. Her legs are guillotining his waist and her arms are slowly choking him out. He turns and rams her back into the turnbuckle, and while her grip loosens for a second, it just tightens once more, even tighter this time. Freeman rams her back again, but to no avail. She is determined to bring him down, and she is going to do it!
The fans continue to cheer, and that – coupled with the fact that Freeman can feel himself fading – motivates Freeman to shake her off as hard as he can. He attempts to whip his body around to shake her off, and AK holds on, though her grip loosens. He attempts to shake her a second time and this time, she loosens her grip, allowing the momentum to swing her around, and hooking his head, falling down into a Tornado DDT! Freeman hits the ground hard, and bounces up to a sitting position, and AK darts forward, locking in the sleeper once more, pulling him down onto his back!
The tornado DDT has stunned Freeman enough to prevent him from struggling…and AK tightens the pressure considerably, internally recalling all the times she’s studied people like the Senator and BK London using chokes to such devastating effect. The fans cheer her comeback, and Ginger comes over to see if Freeman is out. Freeman isn’t moving, and so Ginger lifts his arm once…it comes down limply. She lifts his arm again, it comes down limply once more. The fans continue to cheer, and AK tightens the hold, as Ginger lifts Freeman’s arm up one last time…but this time it turns into a fist, and does not hit the ground. Freeman is determined to stay in this at any cost, and the fans boo, disappointed that he is remaining resilient. Freeman gets to his hands and knees, and while AK keeps the hold in, Freeman knows if he doesn’t break it now he never will. Freeman suddenly gets to his feet, and before AK can apply a guillotine with her legs again, Freeman spins her around once more, this time grabbing her and pulling her down, in a modified version of his lifting complete shot!
Edison: What a counter!
McNally: It seemed like AK had had it with that sleeper, but Freeman is determined to stay in this thing.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:41:57 GMT -5
Freeman finally able to breathe freely, lies on the ground. He knows AK is down, and so he takes this opportunity to regain some strength. She could have had him there. The energy of both combatants is depleting and so they both remain on the ground. Ginger begins a 10 count. By the time he gets to five, Freeman rolls over, and begins to stand. AK is stirring as well. Freeman’s cut from hitting the steps earlier on in the match has opened up wider, and while there is still no significant blood loss, there is certainly more than before. Both reach their feet and make their way towards each other. Freeman strikes first with a hard punch on AK, which sends her staggering, but she returns a punch just as hard back at Freeman. The two trade blows as the crowd boos Freeman and cheers on AK. The blows get faster and faster, both going all out. Freeman goes for another shot, but AK ducks, and hits an atomic drop on Freeman, who remains on his feet, until AK spins around hitting a high-impact elbow that sends him to his back.
Freeman gets up once more, and AK kicks him pulling him in, and hooking his arms. She is looking for the falling Star! Freeman though begins to stand up, and lifts AK into the air, walking towards the side of the ring, perhaps about to dump her out of it…AK however waits until she is in range, and then kicks her feet off of the top rope, turning towards the ring still in position, and comes down, HITTING THE FALLING STAR! She quickly goes for the cover. 1 . . . 2 . . . And Freeman kicks out! But that one was closer than ever before. AK slowly manages to get to her feet, as the crowd cheers loudly. She looks to the fans, and suddenly, she looks towards Freeman, and gets into position waiting for him to get up so she can hit the EMP! She is not looking to hit it with her right leg, oh no…she is going to do it with her left! Freeman has only taken one leg out. The crowd cheers loudly, erupting and coming off their feet ready to see AK put him away. He is using the ropes to get to his feet slowly, he is making his way up little by little….he is on the bottom rope, the middle rope, now he uses the top rope to fully get up to a standing position, wobbling slightly but standing nonetheless. He slowly begins to turn, and AK spins!
BUT FREEMAN DARTS FORWARD UNDER THE EMP KICK AND MAKES A DIVE FOR HER RIGHT LEG! He hits it and the pain that shoots through her causes her to instantly sink down to the ground on one knee clutching her leg! Freeman after hitting the leg, rolls sideways jumping to his feet, bounces off the ropes and comes forward HITTING HER WITH THE SHINING AXE KICK!!!!!
Nobody can believe it! The fans are shocked, as AK sinks to the ground, the kick connecting as well as it ever could have. He was hurt, sure, but in desperation he was able to do what he had to. That should have used his energy, but the adrenaline that courses through him now allows him to quickly get up to his feet, and even if the crowd is booing him they are all on their feet, and he points to them, yelling intensely, shouting out, overtaken by triumph, as they boo back at him. He turns back towards AK, pulls her hard into the middle of the ring, and covers her, looking at Ginger and shouting at him all the while. With each count….Freeman nods his head down, just waiting for that three count…Ginger bends down and counts…although heaven knows he would prefer to do anything but. 1 . . . 2 . . . And AK kicks out! The fans go wild, and Freeman pounds the ground multiple times in frustration. He was sure that he had her! He was SURE! The eruption of noise as the fans go wild makes him even angrier. He gets to his feet, and almost yells in Ginger’s face that that was three, but Ginger stands his ground, getting right in Freeman’s face and saying that it was two. And deep down, what makes Freeman angrier than anything was that he KNOWS it was two. He just can’t admit it. He almost loses control and his hand goes into a fist, going to hit Ginger, but the look on Ginger’s face makes him realize what a bad idea that would be. He turns away, and buries his head in the turnbuckle, trying to gain control of himself. He can’t let things slip away now. He just hasn’t won YET, he hasn’t won YET. He looks down at AK, who is now on her knees, getting to her feet, and Freeman looks to the crowd…breathing heavily, not in tiredness, but in anger, and now slowly begins to calm down. His face turns into….a smirk?
McNally: What’s that look on Freeman’s face?
Edison: I don’t know I just can’t believe he managed to hit AK with the shining axe kick in the first place!
McNally: Well working the leg was a smart strategy and it allowed him to capitalize, but it wasn’t enough to finisher her. By the look on his face however, he has a plan.
Freeman does indeed. He points down to one foot, and nods his head with a smirk on his face, as he gets down into a stance, motioning for AK to get up. The fans realize what Freeman is about to do. Freeman is going to deliver AK’s own EMP to her. He motions for her to get up, and as she slowly does, he tries his hardest to not let impatience get the better of him. He has to wait, he can’t rush this. She does get to her feet, and as she turns, he goes for the EMP himself, but she snaps to life, and SHE dodges it as well. The kick flies over her head, and Freeman spins from the momentum, as AK knows he will. When his back is to AK, she grabs his legs, tripping him onto the ground, and then quickly while he is still stunned, grabs his legs, bringing them up, and LOCKING IN THE PERCEPTION SHIFT!
It’s locked in perfectly, and Freeman shouts in pain, thrashing around trying to find some way to escape the hold. AK has it in tightly though, and he is unable. His strategy of hitting her with the EMP not only failed, but has put him in a situation he can see no immediate escape from. Once again however, the cheering of the fans, just waiting for him to tap out, gives him motivation. He has waited too long for this, and tried too hard to end it by submission. He is not going to let this match end with him tapping out at any cost, and so he inches his way towards the ropes. Ginger bends towards him, seeing if he wants to give up, if he wants to submit but Freeman just clenches his fists and tries to make it towards the ropes. AK just increases the pressure. She knows that Freeman may not be able to stand this. He might not be able to make it in time, and she knows that if she gives enough pressure he is going to have to tap or risk injury.
Unfortunately for AK, Freeman would RATHER have an injury than give up to her tonight, he is too stubborn to do so. And so as 30 seconds go by, he still remains in the hold, though his struggles have slowed. It seems for a second he may have passed out from the pain, but suddenly he snaps forward, fire in his eyes as he makes the crawl to the ropes, and grabs them tightly. Ginger begins the five count, and AK lets go, falling forward and remaining on the ground for a bit, because of all the effort used in keeping that hold in. Freeman is on the ground clutching his back.
Edison: He actually made it to the ropes! I thought that match was over!
McNally: I have a feeling Freeman would have passed out before he tapped out. There was no way he was going to lose by submission tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:42:32 GMT -5
AK gets to her feet, but Freeman has not. She walks towards him and attempts to get him to his feet, but he lashes out with a shot to the ribs. AK bends over, but Freeman has just simply fallen back to the ground. AK comes forward again and he snarls attempting to strike her once more, but she stays out of his range. She makes her way around him, and grabs him from behind, pulling him to his feet. She then wraps her arm around his head, going to attempt to hit him with the Shockwave! She starts to spin him, but Freeman remains on his feet, lifts her up as If to go for a northern lights suplex, but then pushes her legs out, and brings her stomach down onto his knee. AK clutches where she was just struck, and bends down, but does not fall. Freeman slowly backs his way into the turnbuckle, and as she turns, he comes forward, running and jumping, THRUSTING his legs out and hitting her with a BRUTAL double front dropkick that causes her to basically fly back into the turnbuckle! The impact causes the fans to cringe, and Freeman rolls over onto his stomach trying to crawl towards AK and capitalize.
He is able to reach her, but as she is right by the ropes, he has to pull her towards the middle and even such a feat is hard for him, as he is lacking in strength right now. He does however manage it, and drops down into a cover. 1 . . . 2 . . . And a Kickout by AK! Freeman is too tired out to even be angry. He just needs to finish her. Needs to defeat her. He crawls over back to the leg. It has helped him so far, and he wants to further damage it. He doesn’t even waste time attempting to reach his feet, he remains on his knees and just drives his elbow into AK’s right leg. He slowly starts to stand, stumbles, and then makes his way back to his feet, dragging AK by the leg towards the ropes. He places her leg slowly on top of the bottom rope, and then puts his hands on the top rope. His movements are sluggish, as he still is trying to regain his energy, and force his body to fight on. He jumps to the second rope, looking to springboard up onto AK’s leg but AK uses her left leg to kick the second rope just as he jumps onto it, causing him to fall back to the ground, and now AK tries to get up, her body in pain as well.
Both make their ways to a corner, as both try to use the ropes to assist in reaching their feet. AK gets up faster, she seems to be getting her second wind. Freeman gets up as well. They come towards each other, and Freeman throws a punch that connects, but AK returns with an elbow. This one stuns Freeman, and AK wraps her arms around Freeman’s head, before going towards the turnbuckle attempting the Fox Trot for the second time this match! This time she hits it! Freeman crashes down to the ground, and AK slowly rolls, gets to her knees, and moves Freeman into a position right by the turnbuckle!
The fans cheer as AK rolls over to the corner, and rolls out onto the apron. She begins to slowly get up, and now slowly but surely makes her way up to the top rope. Her leg is killing her, and yet she is still able with a lot of effort to make it up.
McNally: Freeman seems out cold, and AK slowly making her way to the turnbuckle!
Edison: I can’t believe she can still climb with all that’s been done to her leg!
And AK finally reaches the top rope, and gets to a standing position. She looks to the crowd, and then she looks down at the man who has done so much to her. The man who burned her house to the ground. The fans cheer her on as she braces herself, wondering if she has enough energy to pull this off, and then jumps off with the Ground Zero!
AK connects…with the mat! For Freeman has rolled out of the way at the last second. Was it just a last desperate move or was he not as out as everybody had believed? It doesn’t matter. In any case, AK is now on the ground, and Freeman is unable to make much progress towards standing either. Ginger once more goes for the ten count. His presence in this match was to ensure it was a fair contest, and it has become obvious that this was unnecessary. This match has gone right down the middle. Freeman was obviously serious when he said he wanted to outwrestle and defeat a legend. He has yet to defeat her, but he has kept up with her, and that is an achievement in itself. As Ginger gets to an eight count, Freeman reaches his feet, though AK is still on one knee, and suddenly Freeman runs forward as best he can, desperately trying to connect with the shining axe kick once more, but AK scrambles out of the way!
AK gets to her feet, and Freeman turns. AK throws a shot, and Freeman ducks, getting behind her and putting her up in position for an inverted fireman’s carry pancake! AK slips off of his shoulders however, and pulls him into a rollup. 1 . . . 2 . . . And Freeman kicks out. They both make their way to their feet, a bit faster this time, and Freeman attempts to go for a shot which AK ducks. As Freeman turns, AK jumps up looking for a hurricanrana, but as she bends over, Freeman holds on, runs forward and rams AK’s stomach right into the turnbuckle. Freeman then pulls AK back up and onto his shoulder in position for a powerbomb! Freeman makes his way towards the center of the ring, but then gets his hands up and shoves AK up and backwards, catching her arms in crucifix powerbomb position! He is going for the Journey’s End, a move that he has not used in a long time, but one that would surely finish AK off if it connects! He goes to flip her over, but he stumbles forward. AK has managed to escape from his grip and land behind him. He turns around and---EMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Edison: SHE HIT IT! SHE HIT IT!
McNally: Freeman fought hard, but he couldn’t avoid it that time!
Edison: SHE HIT IT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:42:57 GMT -5
Freeman stands on his feet for a second, a look of shock frozen on his face, before he collapses sideways to the ground. The fans are ALL on their feet, going wild! AK has fallen as well, clutching her right leg. She has had to make a sacrifice. She was in position to hit the move with her right leg, and did not know when she would get that position again. Rather than attempt to hit it later with her left, she had made the decision to take the pain so that she could connect with the move, and connect she did!
The camera zooms out to a wide shot of all of the fans standing up. Shouting, yelling, cheering. They are willing AK on. In the ring, though AK’s leg is burning with pain, the cheers of the crowd lend her strength. Their support gives her the ability to ignore the pain in her leg, to ignore the toll this long match has brought to her, and to make her way over to Freeman and collapse over him with the pin. Ginger drops down and the fans chant along with his count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3---NO! NO! NO! FREEMAN’S SHOULDER AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND SHOOTS OFF OF THE MAT!
Edison: WHAT?!
McNally: Freeman kicked out!
Edison: How in the WORLD?!
The fans are just as shocked as the announcer’s are. They don’t even boo, there is just a loud chatter that fills the arena. AK’s eyes – even GINGER’s eyes – widen. There is nobody in this arena that thought the match was going to continue. Everyone was certain AK had pulled it off, and yet somehow, some way, Freeman has managed to get the shoulder up. Despite the long grueling match, Freeman found the strength to escape the move. He is so determined, so set on winning this match, it seems he will not allow himself to be beaten at any cost! AK looks down, her expression unreadable. She seems shocked. A few moments go by before AK can even get the strength to get off of Freeman, and get to her feet. What does she do now?
Since kicking out Freeman has not moved an inch. Whatever strength he had had, it seems he just used all of it. AK gets up, using the ropes to help her, and then she bends down over Freeman. She grabs hold of him, and attempts to drag him up to his feet. She is still shocked that this match is going on, and she is more shocked when as she lifts Freeman to his feet, he suddenly jets forward with a hard headbutt! Freeman clutches his head, but it is clear AK just got the brunt of the damage. She leans over, and suddenly Freeman manages to get the strength to pull her in to a DDT position and lift her up. He turns so her bottom feet rest on the top rope, and he spins, SPIKING HER DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH HIS INVERTED FINAL CUT!!!!!!!!!!
The fans go berserk; evidently AK was taken by surprise herself and was therefore prevented from countering the finisher, which she didn’t even see coming. Freeman lies on the ground. He can’t believe he hit it…nobody can. He hit it. The top of her head went straight into the ground, and she lies on her back completely out of it. Freeman slowly rolls over and inches forward, throwing his arm out across her chest. The arena is in silence, all in disbelief…as Ginger goes down to count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3-NO!!!!!!!!!!!
AK NOW GETS HER SHOULDER UP SOMEHOW and the arena once again ERUPTS. This match ONCE AGAIN is going to continue, and now it’s Freeman’s turn to be shocked. How did she kick out?!?!?!? HE HAD HIT HER WITH EVERYTHING HE HAD! And yet she is still in this thing! Freeman rolls onto his back, and the two combatants lie on the ground next to each other. This match still somehow continuing, but it’s a mystery as to how, and now the fans are totally beside themselves. This is turning into a match for the ages...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:46:03 GMT -5
McNally: This is.... incredible.
Edison: You said it, Max.
With agonising slowness, AK and Freeman somehow find their feet. The lactic acid in AK’s right leg is screaming above all the noise of the arena; Freeman’s blood sugar looks dangerously low, and his eyelids flicker. But his will is like iron, and he moves first, surging forward and driving AK into the corner. AK tightens her muscles, and stands her ground. She has no energy left to do anything else.
They throw everything into their punches, their movements almost resembling slow motion. When Freeman misses a shot, AK grabs the ropes and lifts herself to the second, trying to get a height advantage. Freeman follows her; the shots come again, and again. This time, AK misses her mark, and Freeman sees his chance. He swings himself around, and the crowd goes crazy as he applies a full nelson hold.
Edison: Wait, I know this! McNally: So do I. This is the move which defeated the Senator!
AK tries desperately to get out, but her strength is almost gone. Freeman’s increases; he’s not about to make a mistake now. Stepping to one side, he twists and steps up to the top rope, balancing precariously...
Edison: IF THIS HITS, IT’S OVER!
Freeman takes a breath, ready to push off into his backflip. As he does so, he inadvertently leans forward.... and for a split second, the balance falls to AK’s favour.
Everything she has been through runs through her head. The crowd's cries surge, calling on her for one more effort, proof that their belief has not been misplaced. She has one more weapon with which to strike, not for revenge but for love, the love of her profession.
Taking her last chance, she wrenches forward, bending over double – and Freeman’s feet come off the ropes. Wrong-footed, he struggles, and loosens his full nelson...
AK pivots on one foot on top of the turnbuckle, using every ounce of her legendary balancing ability, so that she is facing into the ring. She yells as she jumps, forcing her injured leg to take both her weight and Freeman’s, and throws Freeman forward over her shoulders as they drop.
McNally:: KITSUNE-TSUKI DRIVER!!!
Freeman’s head is smashed into the canvas with zero protection, and he is in no state to withstand such a blow. He slumps, and AK does the same, falling into a cover by default. With the crowd going nuts, Ginger slides in and counts, breathless.
1.....2.....3.
Philip: Here is your winner.... Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:46:44 GMT -5
Edison:...............................
McNally: My heavens, it’s finally over, and I feel as if I went 15 rounds in that ring myself just watching it! Goodness knows how the people in there are feeling... I can’t see any movement at the moment, but that’s hardly a surprise.
Alicia’s senses are strangely muted as she lies on the mat, gazing with somewhat blurred vision at what she presumes to be the ceiling spotlights. It’s as if she’s underwater, her immersion in the match so total as to block out other sensations. But gradually she surfaces, the sound of the crowd slowly becoming clearer.
She pulls herself to a sitting position, and sees that Ginger is checking on Freeman. Freeman himself seems to be struggling with consciousness and EMTs are at ringside, but Alicia is relieved to see that Ginger waves them away. Freeman is extraordinarily tough, and Ginger gives him some space to himself, still wary of what Freeman’s reaction will be when he is sufficiently lucid to comprehend the situation.
Every movement Freeman makes requires a feat of will; his entire body is alight with the pain of extreme fatigue. He drags himself to his feet, and the noise around him grows. He grimaces... until his brain actually decodes what he’s hearing.
The entire audience is whooping, cheering, on their feet. And they’re not yelling out AK’s name; the match has transcended such partisan emotions. As Freeman looks around him, he can see the expressions on the faces of the crowd, is blinded momentarily by camera flashes. Memories are being forged that will endure for a long time to come.
And what is a legend, at its core, other than a memory made eternal?
One sound in particular catches Freeman’s attention. Still slightly dazed, he turns, and sees that Alicia has stood up. She is applauding, or at least to start with; after a few seconds, she has to stop, and leans forward, resting her hands against her thighs. It’s obvious that she has nothing whatsoever left in the tank; Freeman has pushed her to the absolute limit of her capability. And as he considers this, he asks himself whether the same is true for him.
A curious, half-smile flickers across his face for a moment; then the pain pushes its way back to the forefront of his head, and he reaches up and touches his wound. It’s no longer bleeding, but there’s likely to be a scar there later on.
Ginger is watching him intently. Freeman stares at him, and then turns away. He’s about to leave the ring, but a hand on his shoulder stops him.
Alicia: Jason... just one thing.
He doesn’t turn to look at her, but doesn’t move, either.
Alicia: These people are not laughing at you... you’ve proved to everyone that you deserve to be taken very, very seriously. What you choose to do with that is up to you. But if I was one of the “headliners” sitting backstage right now, I’d be wondering how on earth I could possibly hope to top that performance you just gave. You’re the real deal, Freeman.
A moment passes, and then Freeman steps away. He doesn’t look backward; instead, he looks up the ramp, to the alphatron which is showing his image.
He raises his arms up high, and the crowd hails the gesture. He feels twenty feet tall; and he realises that he had it wrong after all. This is not an ending, it’s a new beginning for him. He’s not a giant-killer; tonight he’s a bona-fide giant in his own right.
With seven-league strides, he makes his way up the ramp. Fee, fi, fo, fum... thus begins the legend of Jason Freeman.
Alicia watches him go, and then takes a moment to hail the fans, those loyal fans who kept the faith with her, this one more time. And she too wonders if Freeman hasn’t achieved his original aim; for her body tells her that maybe now her song is ending. But if so, it’s been a glorious final chorus.
Is it perspiration, or a tear which makes the scarlet of her eye makeup trail down her cheek? Maybe it’s both. Maybe that’s just the way it should be.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:47:48 GMT -5
[/center][/font] The camera fades in as a smiling Rena is seen strutting down the hallway. As she smiles towards a cleaning lady, Rena glided into her office and closed the door.Rena: Phew, what a day. throwing keys on her desk Rena skipped to her mirror and played with her hair, humming to herself. As she placed lip gloss on her lips, the phone in her office began to ring. Picking it up, she fiddled with the cord and spoke into it.Rena: Hello? HI! Why are you calling me? Leaning her body against the edge of the desk, she grabbed a pen and then placed it back into the container.Rena: Oh, Gingie ... I wasn't that mad! *laughs* No, I'm fine now. Me? I was out. I had a craving for a milkshake. Yes. Chocolate. *laughs* Sorry, if I had known you wanted one I would have grabbed you one. Ew, Strawberry? You would! No? Alright. Okay, I'll talk to you later. *sighs* a meeting tomorrow? Oh, babe can't it wait? Okay. At two? Alright. Okay, bye. hanging up the phone, Rena looks back towards the mirror. In the view, she see a figure in the dark corner of her office. With a slight scream, she turns to face the corner.Rena: Who the fuck? ...: Hi. Rena: Uhhh how did you get in here? ...: Someone let me in. Rena: Who the hell are you? Step into the light. And they did so, prompting Rena to grab her chest in disbelief.Bryce: Hello, Rena. his glaring eyes pierced through Rena. As Bryce moved slowly towards Rena, she backed away frantically.Rena: Now, don't get any ideas. Bryce: Any ideas? You just locked me up to die! Rena: *laughs nervously* It was a joke! A joke! Bryce: I wasn't laughing! Rena: *gulps* Now, Bryce. I- Bryce: SHUT UP! I'M TALKING NOW! Rena fell against a desk beside her couch, reaching into the drawer quickly.Bryce: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU'D ACCOMPLISH LEAVING ME THERE? Rena: Bryce, I- Bryce: *moving towards her* YOU FUCKING BITCH! You're going to pay for what you did to me! Rena: STOP! Bryce, don't move! As he continued to move towards her, Rena produced a gun from the drawer and raised it towards Bryce.Bryce: *laughing* you think that gun's gonna stop me? Rena: Bryce, stop! Bryce: You don't have the guts to shoot me! Rena: I locked you up! I can shoot you! Bryce: Oh really? Before Rena had time to answer, Bryce lunged at her and hit the gun out of her hand. The gun slid against the floor and landed in the middle of the room. He grabbed her wrist, but with her free one she grabbed a nearby vase and smashed it across Bryce's face.Bryce: YOU FUCKING BITCH! Rena tried to escape Bryce's grasp, but he grabbed her hair and shoved her down on the floor. He stepped over her to reach for the gun, but Rena grabbed his ankle and swiftly knocked his legs out from under him with a kick.Rena: Don't ... you ... call ... me ... a ... bitch. Bryce: ughhh With both of them on the floor, they stared at the gun. Rena jumped for the gun, but Bryce smashed the side of his body into her's, causing her to roll over on her side. As he crawled over to her Rena kicked at his face, knocking him back.Bryce: MY FUCKING JAW! As both he and Rena looked up at each other, they noticed the gun in between them. With the same thought and in unison, both Rena and Bryce lunged for the gun.BAM To be continued...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:48:12 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 20 (Credit: Lee)
Now back in the house, Lee’s uncle quietly makes his way into Lee’s bedroom. He slides open the closet door to find Lee hunched over resignedly.
Lee: What?
Lee’s uncle sits down next to him.
Uncle: Lemme look at you.
Lee turns his face toward his uncle, who inspects him for any lasting signs of damage from the hit he took earlier.
Uncle: You have no brothers, no sisters, not even a mother or father. I imagine it’s no fun it just being you here.
Lee sighs hugely.
Lee: Sometimes. Can I go now?
He storms out of the room.
= = =
Lee rides in the back of a van. Rob sits in the passenger’s seat, puffing on a cigarette while the kid with glasses drives. Lee swallows a hearty gulp of his whiskey, but hard liquor isn’t enough to settle his nerves tonight. Tonight, he embarks on a mission the likes of which he’s never before encountered, something he never even thought he would encounter.
His eyes fall upon the shotgun lying next to him.
Rob blows a blasé puff of smoke into Lee’s face.
Lee closes his eyes, the pale light from the streetlamps casting a ghostly glow upon his visage.
= = =
Old mustached guy awakens with a wheezing cough. He plods over to his bathroom and turns on the faucet. He bends forward to spit in the sink. The reflection in the mirror is that of a man whose face is covered with a black ski mask. He rushes in from behind the man and snatches him out of the bathroom, throwing him onto the ground. Lee, also wearing a black ski mask, points the barrel of his shotgun down at the man, his eyes awash with terror.
Lee: Don’t move.
Rob: Where is it?
Man: Where’s what, huh? What are you talking about? I have nothing for you.
Rob: Nothing? Bitch, you got everything!
Man: You know who I am? Huh? You know that I have friends, friends that I can call, and--
Rob: And what? Kill us? Lemme tell you something. Unless you got Bruce Lee hiding in that closet, you’re fucked!
Man: You punks are nothing but cowards.
Rob: I kill you motherfucker!
He plucks the shotgun from Lee’s grasp and swings its butt square into the man’s jaw. The impact sends him flat onto his back. Rob proceeds to bury the sole of his black combat boot down onto the man’s gut.
Lee: Enough, man!
Rob heeds no words of Lee’s as he drives the butt of the gun down onto the man’s face.
Lee: Come on, man!
He’s forced to pry Rob away from his victim.
Lee: Let’s just get what we came for, all right? This guy ain’t worth shit.
Rob points the gun at the man again.
Rob: I got all day, grandpa!
The man coughs once, sending specks of blood down onto his hardwood floor. He tries to push a few words past the oozing, gushing mess of blood coating his mouth.
Man: Listen to your friend. Walk away while you still have a chance.
Lee: He ain’t worth it, bro.
Rob: You sure?
Lee: Yeah, just forget him.
Rob: You got five seconds to tell us where it is, bitch.
Cut to a shot of a pair of small feet gingerly walking across the floor.
Rob: One Mississippi!
Man: What do you want?
Rob: Two Mississippi!
Man: Just tell me!
Rob: You know what I want!
A small boy carrying a fluffy brown teddy bear eeks his way into the bedroom with trepidation.
Man: Money? Cash?
Rob: Three Mississippi!
Man: I’ll give you whatever I have!
Boy: Daddy?
Unmitigated terror sweeps over the man’s countenance.
Man: RUN!
The boy turns to flee, but it’s far too late.
Bang.
The boy collapses face-first to the floor with a sickening thud. A pool of blood gathers around where his chest is--or rather, was. Now just a gaping hole of torn and seared flesh.
The man wails in agony.
Rob: Damnit, kid. You made me lose count.
Man: Just kill me!
Rob: What? Like this?
Another bang.
The force of the blast entirely annihilates the man’s entire head, now nothing more than countless unrecognizable chunks and specks of mutilated flesh and bone.
Rob: What a dick.
He casually flips the gun back to Lee. A dizzied Lee has to lean against the wall to keep from keeling over, blood pounding furiously through his head. He struggles to keep breath in his lungs. Meanwhile, Rob saunters over to the closet and pulls a nearby chair so that it stands next to the wall. He stands up on the chair and unfastens the air conditioning grate. He pokes his hand inside and feels around until he touches a cold metal box. He retrieves it from the vent and hops down onto the floor. He places the box onto the table and slowly lifts up the lid, regarding the contents inside the way a kid does when he opens a jar of cookies.
Rob: Oh, my God.
He chuckles exultantly as the camera focuses on the prize: stacks of gold bars with the image of the late emperor Hirohito of Japan. He’s barely able to contain his glee as he plucks one out and stares at it in wonder. He delicately places it in his tongue, as if he were savoring a piece of chocolate.
Rob: Oh, yeah. That’s the real thing, baby.
Lee’s eyes remain on the bloody teddy bear.
Fade...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 22, 2009 17:48:29 GMT -5
Match 12: ACW International Championship - 45 Minute Ironman Match Thunder Train(c) vs. Dave Shadow (Credit: Thunder Train) Phillip: The following contest is the 45 Minute Ironman Match for the ACW International Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Drogheda, Ireland, weighing in at 185 pounds, DAVE SHAAAADDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOWW!! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome....BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!The crowd go nuts, everyone climbing out of their seats and looking towards the stage. ....EX HUSBAND! KEVIN FEDERLINE!And with that, the crowd all slump back into their seats, everyone starting to boo. The crowd don’t like being fooled. Nor do they like K-Fed. Which is just as well, because the man who he is about to play down to the ring is not Mr. Popular either. K-Fed walks out on stage, dressed in a jersey which is about 10 sizes too big, draped in chains. The music starts playing, as K-Fed bursts into a rendition of “America’s Most Hated”
The stage is thrown into darkness, as Green, White and Orange lights start flashing round the arena. They all focus on the curtain, as Dave Shadow comes bounding out, dancing round to the beat. Instead of his usual white ring jacket, it is non tri-coloured; One arm green, one arm orange and the back of his jacket the usual white. On the back, Dave’s name is emblazoned in big fake diamonds, as are the words “New IN Champ”. Dave gives K-Fed a big high five, before moving down the ramp.
He slides into the ring, the crowd still booing him heavily, and poses at the corner, a big smile on his face as if the crowd were treating him like a king. He dances round the ring, as K-Fed finishes his song. Dave circles the ring, blowing kisses to the crowd, as the lights come back on.
Phillip: And his opponent, from the End of the Tracks, weighing in at 360 pounds, he is the ACW International Champion, THUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNDDDDDEEEEEEERRRRRRRR TRAAAAAAAAAAINNNNNNNN!!! AW SHIT! GET YA TOWELS READY ITS ABOUT TO GO DOWN!
EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HIT THE FUCKING DECK!
BUT STAY ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TOES!
WE RUNNIN' THIS LET'S GO! Andy Samberg and T-Pain appear on what looks like a giant boat. The opening lyrics to I'm On A Boat makes the crowd Jizz in Their Pants. The boat makes it way down to the ring and out of the deck rises up Thunder Train. He has his title in his hands and he raises it up and Hyrdopyros flare up from everywhere.I'M ON A BOAT (I'M ON A BOAT)
I'M ON A BOAT (I'M ON A BOAT)
EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME CAUSE I'M SAILING ON A BOAT (SAILING ON A BOAT!) The boat inches closer as some backup dancers appear and begin to get down with their bad selfs to the beat. Train runs around and eats one last cake before getting off the boat and heading to the ring. Now, we hear an extremely cool instrumental version with T-Pain adding in some words every now and again. Train makes his way down to the ring and slaps the hands of the fans as he passes. This could be the final time we see Train, but that isn't affecting him right now. Train slides into the ring and poses with his championship once more before the music stops.
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