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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 24, 2009 20:02:48 GMT -5
Match 4: TEXAS BULL ROPE MATCH Chris Phenomenal vs. The Capitalists
The unique match started off with Chris Phenomenal attached to both Capitalists, linked by one wrist to each and the unnatural situation, along with the numbers game put Chris at a disadvatange throughout the entire match, with Anthony Kalb quickly ducking out of the ring as Chris Phenomenal’s attention was focused on Fitsharris, Kalb draping the rope over the top ring rope, and then ducking back through the second rope and coming right at Chris, eventually pulling him back right into a boot by Kalb, the laws of physics, unbeknownst to Chris Phenomenal factoring against him. As Chris tried to fight back against Kalb, Fitsharris made the first move for the end of Chris Phenomenal, pulling back on the rope, shrinking the length between them before grabbing the cowbell situated half way between him and Chris. As Chris was finally able to take down Kalb with a big European uppercut he was caught from behind, blindsided by the cowbell shot which knocked him on the floor as Fitsharris delivered a second and a third blow right to his skull.
Edison: This does not look good for Chris Phenomenal.
As Fitsharris continued with the braining, Kalb got to his feet and immediately removed the belt from his blue jeans and begin to lash Chris Phenomenal, every time he tried to rise caught by another blow from Fitsharris as he tried to tie his hands together using the length of rope, eventually enlisting the aid of Kalb to remove him from the rope in order to tie a knot, binding the wrists of Chris Phenomenal together leaving him defenceless to the blows from Kalb, now working over his abdomen with the belt, leaving a number of marks all over, his flesh tearing away from the skin. Finally satisfied with their work for the time being Kalb and Fitsharris lift Chris to his feet before throwing him back over the top rope, the length already tied up in the ropes by Kalb leaving Chris hanging as Fitsharris frees Kalb from his bonds as they tie the rope again, forming a massive knot linking Chris wrists to the top rope and leaving him to the devices of Kalb and Fitsharris.
McNally: Joey Reynolds should throw this match out right now?
Edison: There’s no rules in this match though, the only way to win is to drag your opponent around the ring and touch all four corners. They’ve obviously decided this is the best way to incapacitate Chris Phenomenal.
The two begin to work as Chris has regained his wits to an extent after the braining from Fitsharris and the cowbell. Chris tries to fight against his bonds but in doing so only makes them tighter as The Capitalists laugh and Kalb fires a huge right to the gut causing Chris to wince as Fitsharris confers with his partner before each go and begin to unleash massive right hands to Chris Phenomenal, who tries to fend them off with his body but it comes to no avail. Satisfied with the damage the two go under the ring and Fitsharris pulls out a steel chair as Kalb pulls out a fire extinguisher and the pass their weapons to each other before raising them in the air.
McNally: We need security or something out here, this is wrong.
Edison: It’s part of a sanctioned match Max, this is what Chris Phenomenal asked for from Chairman Gingerdude and he’s reaping his reward.
Title: He’s back Credit: Chris Phenomenal, ??
As the Capitalists continue there beating on Chris Phenomenal in the center of the ring there appears to be no end in sight, the rules of the match hog tying referee Joey Reynolds although there is a distinct possibility that after the attack on Keiji Makabe he is gaining a sense of satisfaction watching the capitalists brain Chris Phenomenal, tied by his hands to the top rope hanging out over the side of the ring. As Anthony Kalb delivers a big chair shot to the head, Kevin Fitsharris takes hold of a fire extinguisher and slams it into the ribs of Chris Phenomenal, the shaking of his body from the blow causing the cow bell to ring, almost like a knell of death. Another shot from Kalb and then the fire extinguisher right to the face causes Chris to drop, his head formerly stoic looking his attackers in the eyes now dropping, starring down at their feet. Pleased with there handywork the Capitalists look at each other and even with the match still in progress begin to walk up the ramp as Joey Reynolds looks on, not sure what to do?
McNally: What the hell are they doing, there’s still a match going on.
Edison: I don’t…
Before Edison can finish however, the promenade of the Capitalists are interrupted by the grand strains of Hail to the Chief.
McNally: Oh my…
Edison: I know this isn‘t the time but…DANGEROUS!!!
With that said Senator Steve Phillips emerges at the top of the entrance ramp as the crowd is stunned, the man who three weeks ago retired from active competition now here in their midst. With a noticable limp, the Senator struts down towards Phenomenal, microphone in hand as the Capitalists look on, stunned that there leader has returned. Reaching the bottom and seeing Chris Phenomenal head now raised again staring back at him, all he can do is return a small smile.
Senator: I am certain that this is not the situation in which you wished to face me. I am certain you figured that you would be standing fit in the middle of the ring, staring back at me as I came down this very ramp, ready to engage in battle.
Senator slaps the face of Chris, the sound reverberating throughout the arena.
Senator: This is exactly the reason Chris that I could not, and will not shake your hand. I spent three months of my life nurturing you, turning you from some petulant street thug into a precise engine of destruction, and you repaid my faith by squandering it all, your current situation provides irrefutable evidence of that fact. You let your anger, your rage get a hold of you and demanded this match.
You dashed into danger with your guns blazing and in the end that would lead to your inevitable downfall. Everything I taught you Chris was that you needed to become cold and calculated, just as I was tonight, to become successful. I showed you the evidence from Omega Effect, that while that ruffian Thunderkiss and the rapscallion Jake Steele, utterly decimated each other I stayed on the sidelines watching, waiting and in the end it allowed me to come out victorious, the world champion.
Another slap from Senator as Chris Phenomenal looks up at his mentor, his father figure. There is no joviality, no empathy in his eyes, but only utter loathing.
Senator: I further proved that when you lost your title to Andrew Black, rashly rushing into a match in a most inopportune situation. Time after time I gave you a chance and you failed to learn.
This time Senator doesn’t slap Chris, instead he clambers up onto the edge of the ring apron, now looking down at Chris.
Senator: That all said however, I am going to give you one more chance. I am going to teach you one more lesson, this one in humility. I am going to teach you the final lesson on your path to the top, unfortunatly, this final lesson will be that of utter annihilation. I am going to show you once and for all that you truly are nothing, prove again the age old axiom that brains always beats brawn, a timeless lesson which I have spent a career to demonstrate.
With that Senator goes after Chris Phenomenal, gingerly running across the edge of the ring apron before leaping off and firing his knee right at the skull, cracking him and immediately Chris goes limp as Senator lands on his feet on the floor below. He turns back to Chris, a twisted smirk coming across his face again.
Senator: It is all going to happen again, sir, because you could not control your anger, at Emperor of the Ring, this will be my final contractual appearence in the ring, but it shall also be yours as well, it shall Senator Steve Phillips one last time in the ring, this time against the likes of the man known as Chris Phenomenal. I may not be at a hundred percent, but even in my current crippled state, I have forgotten more moves, lost more skill than you will ever have! I will going to go out with a bang, my final legacy ridding Alpha Championship Wrestling of the final man who could serve to tarnish the legacy I strived to create!
With that Chris Phenomenal is cracked one final time by Senator Steve Phillips via a quick Partisan Kick as the grand strains of Hail To The Chief again begin to play and we fade to commercial.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 24, 2009 20:03:12 GMT -5
Brotherly.....Something Dan White We open back up in the backstage area, or more specifically, a locker room. A familiar locker room, as the big massive Welsh flag will hint towards you to whom the identity of this character is. And when two blokes with shaven heads are witnessed on camera, it becomes apparent that we're looking at The Royles. They're both looking in one direction, before quickly glancing each other and raising their eyebrows (note: I've realised that that I'm not overly descriptive, apart from eyebrow movements. I think eyebrows say a lot about the mood of somebody). They then look back over, and the camera pans over. There's a pop from the crowd, as The Welsh Dragon/World Champion/W___ B____ is sat, with a can of super strength Tennants in his hand. Silently.Ivor Biggin: So is this all we're going to do then, Dan? Watch you drink super strength? Pat McGroin: Aye, man. If you're just gonna drink then you could at least give a couple of cans to us or something. Dan looks at his long term friends and shrugs his shoulders.Dan White: Cans are in the mini fridge. Anyone who takes the Happy Hippo gets smacked. The brothers look at each other confused, before making their way to the fridge and taking a can each. They sit back down, but are leaning forward, looking motivated and prepared, unlike Dan, who is casually sat back, admiring life.Pat McGroin: Oi, man. We can't just be sat here like this. Thunder Train is in this arena somewhere, and you're just sitting here like a scumbag waiting for his giro. There's three of us and only one of him! We can take him easily. But Dan isn't interested. He just sits there, sipping his can, disregarding McGroin's idea. And this pisses off the Royle, who taps his brother on the shoulder.Pat McGroin: Hey, if Dan isn't going to do anything about this, then fuck it, we might as well do it ourselves. But Biggin doesn't look all that impressed. The tapping on the shoulder caused him to spit out his drink, as he was drinking in the process.Ivor Biggin: Oi, you stupid cunt! What the fuck was that for? And, again, it starts.Pat McGroin: Don't call me a cunt, you fat piece of shit! Ivor Biggin: I only weigh two stone more than you! And you know fine well that I'd kick your arse whenever I wanted to! You're soft as shite, pal. Pat McGroin: Oh, I'd like to see you kick my arse! I'm sure last time we had a fight I had you begging for our mam! Ivor Biggin: That's not the whole fucking story and you know it. You only won cos you got to the cricket bat first! That's not a fucking fight win, that's a fucking copout, that's what that is. You were lucky! Any time we actually have a proper fight, you're on the floor in a few seconds! Pat McGroin: Haha, this is the funniest thing since Swansea football club! You really are an egotistical tosser. I remember when we were at Neath railway station and you were getting thrown about like a ragdoll. Ivor Biggin: Aye, and where were you? Hiding in the toilets because you were scared shitless. Pat McGroin: I was getting a nosh on in the bogs! Ivor Biggin: Bollocks! More like you were sucking some lad off. Pat McGroin: You can fuck off saying things like that! As if that would ever happen. Ivor Biggin: You're getting a bit defensive there, boyo! Is there something you want to tell me? Pat McGroin: Oh, fuck you. Ivor Biggin: Fuck you! Pat McGroin: Fuck you!! Ivor Biggin: Haha, you can't take a joke can you man. It's been good for a while, but Dan finally decides to intervene, having heard enough.Dan White: All right, you two. You've said enough, I think. And you, Pat, has revealed too much about himself. Pat scowls at Dan, but chooses to keep his mouth shut this time.Dan White: How about this, right? You two go and find Train. Lead him into an ambush, or something. Then, when you've got him, I'll find you three and take it on from there. Got it? Ivor Biggin: And why should we do your dirty work? Dan White: Because you drank my cans, and you know Newport Law. You drink someone's drink, you owe them. Ivor Biggin: Bastard! All right then gayboy, let's go. Pat McGroin: I'm not gay! One of these days... The duo leave the locker room, in quest to find Thunder Train. Meanwhile, Dan sinks further into his chair, still in that white suit, admiring life.
Fade out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 24, 2009 20:04:00 GMT -5
Hazy Memory [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] As we cut to the back once more, we see Vortex sitting in his locker room doing a bit of stretching before his match. After the events that transpired earlier, Vortex is pretty sure Shadow is mad at him, although he cannot figure out why. That’s what Abel is for.Abel: Good lord Dimitrius! Do you like making things harder on yourself or was that little show just more of your ‘fun’? Vortex looks up at Abel and scratches his head.Vortex: I was interviewing, Abel. How can Shadow get mad at an interview? Abel looks at Vortex, mouth agape. If Abel was not as familiar as he is with Vortex’s mental state the look probably would have been more akin to total shock.Abel: You really have no idea what you said to Shadow? Vortex: It’s hazy Abel. One moment I’m interviewing, then something inside of me starts. It’s almost like a mental itch. After it becomes great enough I stop remembering the little details…such as words. Abel: Those aren’t exactly LITTLE details Dimitrius. Vortex stands up off the bench and continues stretching.Vortex: Look, I remember doing some pretty standard trash talk and then…I think Kevin got punted into the wall. After that…who knows really. I’m pretty sure Shadow and I did more than talk because there has been a security guard outside the door for a while now. Abel: Oh, you did a lot more than talk Dimitrius. Vortex looks at Abel and starts laughing.Vortex: Great. So now, I’m liable to go off at pretty much any moment. Abel does not find this funny and starts pacing the room.Abel: Someone could get hurt Dimitrius. Due to your genetic creation, you can take a lot more punishment than most can. It is nothing super human, however you do have a definite advantage in ‘taking a beating and recovering quickly’ department. Vortex: That’s a good thing…right? Abel: Not for others it isn’t. If Atrus decides to take over again like he did earlier tonight, there could be some real problems. What is scary is the fact that Atrus doesn’t even ‘switch on’ anymore. After that woman was done with you, Atrus is damaged…he’s more a part of your normal behavior than ever. Vortex: How so? Abel: Just look at that interview. It started normally and then suddenly you heard something you didn’t like and it all was downhill from there. The fact of the matter is, I’m going to have to watch closely tonight. I will be in the audience somewhere nearby the ring in case anything crazy happens. Vortex finishes stretching and looks at Abel. Before he can say anything further, there is a knock on the door. Abel goes to admonish Vortex not to answer it, however opens the door anyway. Vortex looks out through the doorway and sees Kevin Anderson who—despite being Blink’d onto the floor is ready for more interview questions. Vortex however, is not.Vortex: The first room of locker room interview etiquette is…YOU DON’T INTERVIEW IN LOCKER ROOMS! Vortex punches Kevin in the face and slams the door. Abel goes from a look of concern to one of surprise.Abel: What the hell… Vortex: I had to continue on acting as if I’m crazy otherwise he may have suspected something. Abel: Clever…but did you have to punch him in the face? Vortex: Probably not, but it’s all about the SHOW baby! THE SHOW. Abel can sense that something is still not quite right with Vortex, however chooses to ignore it for the moment as the match is near. Abel: Alright…well I better go find somewhere to sit in the audience. Somehow, I have a feeling I’m not going to want to miss this match for a number of reasons. Vortex starts laughing again and Abel opens the door. Able looks down at Kevin for a moment who is out cold and simply steps over him shaking his head. Vortex comes through the doorway next and as the camera fades out one can see him posing Kevin to make it look as if he knocked himself out. Vortex stands up, admires his work, and continues down the hallway.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 24, 2009 20:04:34 GMT -5
Match 5: Dave Shadow vs. VorteX - EOTR Semi Final
Dave Shadow vs VorteX (Credit: Torak)
Given the constant and demanding schedule of ACW, it would be fully conceivable for them to produce a lower quality, below-par show, even just once in a while. Tonight, however, is definitely not one of those inconsistent efforts. With October bearing rapidly down on the calendar, the ACW are seeking to wrap up September with aplomb, subsequently learning the final two names of would-be Emperors of the Ring. The tournament, having already whittled down from 16 hopeful candidates to just three (soon to be two) has been an epic and unforgettable journey. But to decide the final competitor to progress to the final showdown there remains just one more match-up to sift through – and it is arguably the most mouth-watering bout of the entire competition. Following a brutal yet exciting Texas Bull Rope match, you wonder if the thousands in attendance and the millions viewing worldwide are mentally energized to continue. But the following match-up, the Main Event, is definitely one to savour and promises to be a classic penultimation to the tournament. A pre-match advisory instructs all those viewing to don their shades due to the high risk of more gold being on display than a Signet exhibition as Champion prepares to take on Champion.
The buzzing of anticipation simmers slightly as the crowd foretell the beginning of the match. A low whir rumbles throughout the arena as Phillip Jones takes to the squared circle. His voice booms out a low husk that draws the attention of many in the crowd.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an Emperor of the Ring Semi-Final.
An awkward moment of nothing prompts Phillip to stand there, unsure of whether to drop his hand, which contains the microphone, to his side or leave it lingering at his lips, poised to introduce the first entrant.
Bursting with energy, the heavy intro of Symphony X’s “Out of the Ashes” disrupts the concentration of the idling Jones. Descending into darkness, a haunting smoke fills the gloom creating a ghostly, empty scene.
In the house of my master beyond the chains there is a bed of snakes where evil lays Oh, I hear laughter I forged the iron bars that someday will imprison me
The grazing vocals of Russell Allen sweep through the void following a dizzying melody.
Ooh, mother will you help me Mother will you help me To find a reason to go on
Out of the ashes of my youth - I rise a man And through the eyes of truth - I finally understand The way
On the peak of the ramp a brooding figure emerges, at first a silhouette in the haze, but eventually cutting through the hanging mist to reveal himself as VorteX. Around his waist; the glittering Entertainment title clings snugly. His long blue trench coat conceals the thick leather strap, leaving the gold plate of the belt to stand out, like a golden orb over his mid-riff. As he descends the ramp the background from which he emerged from begins to slowly illuminate. Just as he reaches the foot of the ramp a spectacular pyrotechnic cluster momentarily steals the attention away from him.
Phillip: Introducing first, from Near Death Valley, California, weighing two hundred pounds, he is the current Alpha Championship Wrestling Entertainment Champion – VorteX!
I've been beaten with his words and whipped with his lies He will not break me down no matter how hard he tries Pray for my lost soul Out of control the storm inside me rages on and on and on
He is unrushed as he approaches the ring, ascending the small set of steps attached to the corner of the ring. They glow as he climbs and enters the ring. Suddenly, total darkness engulfs the arena and all sound is muted. A single bright spotlight is trained onto VorteX in the middle of the ring and lingers for a moment.
BANG!
An ear-shattering explosion erupts around him in the ring and resuscitates the music and lights. The music eventually fades out as VorteX removes his excess attire, including his championship belt and deposits them at ringside. A wry smile spreads on his face as he focuses on the entrance.
The lights dim momentarily as the intro of “Voodoo Child” mounts into full pounding force. As the first beat thumps through the speakers and the music kicks into life, an intense light swallows the stage. In complete contrast to his opponent, the next competitor storms onto the scene with a cocky swagger, dancing preposterously in time with the music. His waistline his adorned with gold as well – albeit the more sought after International title.
Phillip: and his opponent, from Drogheda, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds, he is the current Alpha Championship Wrestling International Champion – Dave Shadow!
Shadow only makes it halfway down the ramp before he is embroiled in a tempered altercation with a fan who has taken exception to Shadow’s attitude in ACW. Shadow delivers a cutting remark to the fan as he strokes his precious title – a remark that is inaudible over the deafening music. Shadow eventually continues on his way to the ring where he hops up onto the apron and mounts the corner to pose, pulling a face that you just want to smack. Having absorbed a suitable amount of heat, he finally hops back down onto the apron and pauses for a moment as out of the corner of his eye, he spies VorteX sizing him up from a distance. Reluctant to enter the ring, he remonstrates with RAF, insisting that his opponent back off to a suitable distance so he can enter. RAF obliges and orders VorteX to retreat to an acceptable distance, however, Shadow remains hesitant as he enters, warning VorteX off.
Finally, Shadow enters the ring and is immediately instructed by RAF to remove his belt, which again, Shadow is reluctant to do. It takes a considerable amount of persuasion and the threat of being disqualified by RAF to finally coerce Shadow to shed himself of his title. He has obviously grown attached to the gold having held on to it since June. VorteX watches as RAF removes the belt from the ring. It was somewhat of a distinctive situation that we found ourselves in as VorteX had never held the International title that Shadow now possesses, but Shadow had held VorteX’s title prior to him holding it. Shadow had even dispatched the former Entertainment Champion, Chris Phenomenal in the previous round, so the odds were firmly against VorteX in this bout, just one step away from the Emperor of the Ring final.
The sound of the ringside bell, shrilly piercing the anxious atmosphere in the arena, ensnared both men’s’ minds onto the immediate task at hand, coaxing them to forget about their respective title belts for the time being. Whether they know the clock is ticking away on the time allocated by the network to Meltdown or if they are simply eager to finish this contest early in hope of adequate recovery and preparation time for the Final of the tournament, both men go hammer and tongs before the bout reaches its infancy. They lock up, a common starting point for wrestling bouts, clasping hold of their opponent’s shoulders, vying for the early advantage. Shadow seems to take the early initiative by unpredictably breaking the lock and grasping the loose left arm of VorteX, applying pressure to it with a painful wristlock. VorteX, however, is shrewd, and escapes the hold by performing a standard forward roll before following it up with a stiff shin kick to the midsection of Shadow, who winces, but does not retreat. They tie up for a sequel, this time teetering back and forth, battling not only their opponent but their own balance as well. Shadow makes the first move once more as he torques the arm of VorteX into a controlling hammerlock. VorteX demonstrates to all that he is no one-trick pony and this time escapes the hold by executing an impressive somersault which is quickly followed by another kick, this time targeting the ribs of Shadow, who looks more peeved than in pain. They tie up for a third time with Shadow hopeful of avoiding a repeat performance. Again, he takes up the offensive opportunity and wrenches VorteX into a headlock. However, as VorteX begins to move, Shadow inexplicably releases the hold and withdraws from him, pointing to the glistening temple that is carpeted by his sunshine blonde hair. He’s too clever for that. VorteX seems to think otherwise as he swiftly spins his body and delivers a stunning roundhouse kick to the shoulder of Shadow, knocking him back on his heels slightly.
McNally: VorteX getting the better of the International Champion in the early goings of this match.
Edison: Just goes to show you can be too careful!
Shadow is clearly angered by this as he charges at his opponent with a rigid clothesline. VorteX, still benefiting from early match sharpness, is able to duck the attempted clothesline and as Shadow rotates to face him, VorteX hits an aerobatic spinning axe kick that catches the bewildered Shadow in the face, knocking him down onto one knee. VorteX, not one to let an obvious advantage slip by unnoticed, begins to deliver some crushing kicks to the body of the stunned International Champion. With Shadow momentarily incapacitated, VorteX backs off and rebounds off the ropes in order to gain some momentum then hits a full force enziguri to the face of the kneeling Shadow, who finally hits the deck. VorteX quickly executes an unusual corkscrew leg drop, landing across the sternum of his downed opponent, then immediately makes the cover. Shadow, shocked by the quick offence, could very well have taken a fall very early had it not been for the virtue of the nearby ropes, which he clung onto with immense gratitude to break the cover.
McNally: He could have had it right there, but Shadow shows good presence of mind to use the ropes.
Edison: That’s what they’re there for!
VorteX appeared keen to maintain his advantage as he plucked the former Entertainment Champion from the canvas. However, Shadow had a few bags of tricks up his sleeve as well as he dirtily gouged the eyes of his opponent, a move which happened to go unnoticed by the usually observant RAF. The cheap tactic turned the tide for Shadow, who harboured plans of mounting some offence of his own. With his opponent temporarily blinded, Shadow had time to undress him. He ripped the white shirt of VorteX wide open before casually winding back and letting loose with a stinging knife edge chop that crashed across the bare chest of the Entertainment Champion. Even those in attendance who weren’t fans of the Irishmen could not stifle their “Woooooh!”’s. VorteX teetered back towards the corner. Another chop, this time harder, louder and more excruciating, caused the white skin of Dimitrius to turn a scarlet red. A third chop eventually forced VorteX into the succour of the turnbuckle. His reprieve was short lived, though, as Shadow approached to deliver another sickening chop to the chest. It almost seemed too much for even Shadow to take as he switched his offence to hard overhands to the forehead of VorteX. At the behest of RAF, a ref who you rarely wish to trifle with, Shadow lured VorteX out of the corner and struck him down with a cracking European Uppercut. VorteX had no time to find comfort in the mat, however, as Shadow hoisted him back to his feet and set him up for a generic Vertical Suplex. Shadow, foolishly believing a low impact move such as the suplex would attain victory, looked for the lateral press. VorteX predictably kicked out on two. Shadow wasn’t out of ideas just yet, as he hauled his opponent to his feet again and set him up for a Russian Leg Sweep, which he executed in perfect fashion. Again, the subsequent cover was insufficient at this early stage and Shadow would have to rethink his strategy. Pulling his opponent to his feet once more, Shadow positioned VorteX back in the corner and lifted his black wrestling shoes up to the neck of the trapped Entertainment Champion. RAF did not take kindly to this kind of behaviour and immediately began to count Shadow out. Shadow, intelligently, allowed RAF to reach four and half before breaking the hold, accepting a warning from the referee as a worthwhile trade for maintaining the upper-hand.
McNally: RAF is not going to stand for that, Shadow had better be careful or he’s going to find himself in hot water with the official here.
Edison: What a way that would be to give up your ticket to the final.
VorteX voluntarily staggered away from the corner and into the clutches of Shadow, who was beginning to build a steady foundation for victory. A spinning neckbreaker prompted Shadow to seek the pinfall once more but VorteX still had enough about him to kickout. Shadow was also beginning to feel less perturbed by the whole situation, sensing an easy victory for the saviour of ACW. VorteX got to his feet, but was beginning to feel weary and needed to turn things around soon or face certain elimination. Shadow, as his name alluded, stalked from a distance as his opponent stumbled to his feet. When he finally reached verticality, Shadow bounced off the ropes behind him and brings him back down with a chop block to the back of the knee. Shadow remains grounded, positioned on his knees and elbows with a sickening smirk spread across his face. He soon pounces to his feet and begins to taunt the fans at ringside, pointing at himself as if he was the messiah himself.
McNally: Shadow is showing the fans just how highly he thinks of himself.
Edison: I think Shadow believes in love at first sight. The first thing he does in the morning is look in the mirror, and there it is!
The unexpected interval was an appreciated gift for VorteX as it allowed him to recover some of his senses. Shadow, satisfied with the amount of hostility and passion he had stirred up at ringside, returned to his recovering opponent and a spread of surprise painted his expression as a right hand caught his midsection. VorteX came back into the contest with all guns blazing as he delivered left hands, right hands, right kicks and even, controversially, some left kicks for good measure, beginning to resemble a puppet in the hands of Parkinson’s sufferer. VorteX cast a hopeful arm and caught the prize of Dave Shadow’s compliance before whipping him toward the ropes. Shadow, on the return, managed to duck an attempted spinning heel kick and on the return he went for a dropsault. VorteX, injecting a dose of high tempo into the match, dodged the launched boots of Shadow, upsetting the timing of the move and causing Shadow to land awkwardly, face down on the canvas. Shadow, stunned and a tiny bit embarrassed, clambered to his feet as VorteX propelled himself off the nearby ropes. Before Shadow could react, he found himself on the wrong end of a dizzying headscissor takedown, sending him scattered across the canvas. He dazedly got back to his feet, but walked straight into the grasp of VorteX, who tied Shadow up into a Hammerlock before nailing a sublime Belly to Belly suplex. VorteX contemplated the cover, but was doubtful as to effectiveness of the suplex to end the match. Instead, he turned to the crowd and signalled for his pièce de résistance, the devastating move he likes to call the Psychosurgery. He waits for Shadow to get to his feet before locking in the front facelock. He takes a deep breath before hoisting Shadow up into the air – but Shadow manages to slip down the back, retaining his grasp on the head of his opponent, effectively falling into a chinlock hold. VorteX struggles for a moment then drops to his knees from the pressure on his neck. Shadow wrenches his arm, applying further pressure which VorteX succumbs to, slumping down onto his side. The burst of energy from moments ago is quickly evaporated by the resthold and the fans boo Shadow for slowing the match down. Shadow sneers as he maintains the pressure on his opponent.
McNally: Shadow, slowing the tempo down here, taking the wind out of the sails of VorteX.
Edison: He may be blonde, but he’s no fool. A fly can’t buzz around all day if you take its wings off!
McNally: What?
A minute or so passes with no let up from the International Champion. VorteX writhes and squirms but struggles to find any avenue of exit. Shadow begins to smirk at the circumstances as he wonders if he can make VorteX submit to the hold. Another seemingly eternal moment passes with VorteX finally beginning to fade. RAF checks the near-unconscious combatant for signs of life before beginning the aged old ritual of holding his arm aloft. The first time – it falls to the canvas, lifelessly. The second – once again, a limp forearm drops to the canvas. The third time – his arm drops, but no, you guessed it; he’s still got breath in his lungs, blood in his veins and a fight in his body. The surge of adrenaline inspires him to his feet, much to the displeasure of his captor. A few determined elbows relinquishes the grip of Shadow, freeing VorteX momentarily, but as VorteX attempts to charge at him via the ropes, Shadow quickly moves to fasten in another chinlock, bringing VorteX right back to square one. The crowd show their discontentment as Shadow adopts a smug look on his face. Fortunately for VorteX, the ropes hang desperately close this time and he is almost able to reach them with his feet. A fully stretched leg hovers agonizingly close to the bottom rope and only a slight shift from his body may facilitate his escape from the hold. Shadow tries his best to keep him confined to the spot, but VorteX just manages to use his full body strength in order to shuffle a few inches closer and lands his leg on top of the bottom rope. RAF demands of Shadow that he release his opponent immediately, but Shadow initially refuses, and only the second threat of disqualification prompts him to release the hold – still managing to get a cheap shot in on the relieved VorteX.
McNally: Again, Shadow playing a dangerous game with the referee. Fleming has told him once before – this is his second warning.
Edison: Is this a three strikes and you’re out match?
Shadow does not dwell on the moment and quickly lifts VorteX to his feet and leads him to the corner to introduce his head to the turnbuckle. A knife edge chop subdues VorteX for a moment before Shadow whips him to the opposite corner. VorteX’s impact is cushioned by the turnbuckle pads, but he soon receives a face full of knee as Shadow charges at his cornered foe. VorteX, who has been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true, staggers almost drunkenly into the center of the ring. Shadow takes his chance and leaps onto the middle rope before rebounding with a Lou Thesz press, taking VorteX back down to the mat. He quickly hops to his feet and climbs back onto the middle rope and delivers a satisfied “Yeah!” to the audience, clearly highly rating his own performance out in the ring. Some of the fans in the front rows rise up and challenge him as he taunts them with his self professed splendour. He faces up to the resentment targeted back at him with a promise to prove himself to be the only one who can save the ACW. He returns to his stirring opponent and drags him back to his feet only to re-introduce him to the canvas with a standard body slam. Another smug smile manifests itself on his face as he swaggers over to the corner. His motion instructs the crowd to prepare themselves for something great as he prepares to climb up. He hesitates at first, but his arrogance and cockiness overpower his cowardice and fear of injuring himself. He reaches the top and can’t resist taunting the fans even further. It turned out to be his biggest mistake of the match.
McNally: Shadow taking his time up top, concerning himself with the fans at ringside.
Edison: He’s just enjoying the view!
VorteX, seemingly not done with this contest, sprawls across the ring to the nearby ropes and causes Shadow to lose his balance and crash down onto the corner, the only thing breaking his fall being his valuables – and I’m not talking about his International title belt here. VorteX relishes the opportunity to claw himself back into the contest as he lurches over to the now soprano Irishman. He delivers a few weak right hands to incapacitate him further and begins to ascend. Shadow, still reeling from the landing, is in no condition to effectively fight back. VorteX reaches the top rope and manages to pull Shadow up to his feet. Shadow is now dangerously aware of the situation he finds himself in but despite his pleas to his opponent, his cries for mercy fall on deaf ears, as does he as VorteX hits the high impact hanging vertical DDT that sends shock waves throughout the arena, drawing a frenzied pop from the crowd. The huge move takes a lot out of both men who lay prone in the center of the ring together. An attempted cover by either man would, in all probability, end this contest right here. But there is life in this match yet.
McNally: Dear lord! Gravity Bomb from the top rope! What impact! I think I know what’s coming here…
Edison: Daannnngerrrousss!!
VorteX, understandably, is the first man to his feet, but he is shortly joined by his beleaguered opponent. They exchange some tired right hands before VorteX gains the upper-hand. He whips Shadow towards the ropes, but Shadow reverses and ducks down for big back body drop. VorteX, evidently, has other ideas as he quickly plucks the Tornado DDT out of his repertoire and sends Shadow sliding across the ring. Shadow makes the grave mistake of elevating himself into a sitting position and predictably finds himself on the end of an extravagant front flip missile drop kick. VorteX makes the cover, but Shadow, to the dismay of the fans, is somehow able to kick out just before RAF can plant his hand a third time.
McNally: Almost a three count there, and both these men have been in the ring a long, long time. It’s a real battle of strength and endurance for them in there. What a match!
Edison: If they’re not careful, this match is going to spill over INTO the Emperor of the Ring final!
With the match entering the final stages, you can’t help but feel that both men still have a firm foothold in this encounter with either one of them walking away with the golden ticket to the Emperor of the Ring Final. Both men can sense the end of the match is near as they battle to their feet, both men dogged by fatigue after this captivating battle.
Both men slowly force themselves to their feet, compelled by their undying determination. Retaining parity even at such a late stage of the match they both get to their feet at the same time and immediately begin slugging it out, exchanging more exhausted jabs and swings. Shadow earns the upper-hand and attempts to whip VorteX across the ring, but VorteX counters and quickly grabs both arms of Shadow. He draws both limbs over his shoulder and executes a cross armbreaker throw, but Shadow rolls through the move and ends up sliding beneath the bottom rope and onto the apron. He hauls himself up onto his feet and spots an opportunity as an unprepared VorteX hesitates. Shadow uses what must be the final ounces of energy that he has left and leaps up onto the top rope before launching himself, gaining some serious altitude in the process, before crash landing onto his opponent with a crossbody. Shadow bounces to his feet as a dazed VorteX rolls over onto his side, preparing to push himself to his feet once more. Shadow keeps his distance, urging the stunned Entertainment Champion to his feet. VorteX soon becomes upright but as he turns to face his foe the last thing he sees is a streak of Shadow charging at him. Bam! The Leaping Reverse STO puts out the lights for VorteX as Shadow makes the cover.
McNally: That’s the Blink! Shadow hits VorteX with his signature move!
Edison: It really is a Blink and you miss it kind of move.
RAF drops to his knees and administers the count: One – Two – a breathless split second – Three! Shadow wins this epic bout!
Phillip: Here is your winner….DAVE SHADOW!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 24, 2009 20:05:20 GMT -5
Last Calls, Gentlemen Dan White, Thunder Train We fade back in, with the end of the show nigh. But we're promised an event and a half, especially as a metal cover of “Gourmet Race” hits, and Thunder Train walks out to a chorus of jeers. But it's much worse than any fan of Dan may have hoped for, as Train holds his friend, Ivor Biggin, over his shoulder. Biggin is quite clearly knocked out, and is bleeding from his head, as Thunder Train makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring. Once there, he tosses Biggin into the ring with ease, before climbing up the ring apron and entering the ring over the top ropes. Like a cat checking a wounded mouse, he kicks Biggin over, but the man is pretty much lifeless. Blood still pours down his head, as Train asks for a microphone.Thunder Train: You know, Dan White is a pretty stupid person if he thought trying to ambush me was going to work. I mean for god's sakes, there's cameras all over this arena! I saw what his plan was, and it was a pretty idiotic idea. So I managed to outwit Dan White! The World Champion! And I'll tell you, it wasn't exactly hard!Boos from the crowd, but Train thinks nothing of it as he looks down at Ivor Biggin.Thunder Train: But, I want to propose something. I propose that Dan White gets his ass out here, right now, and he confronts me like a man. All week, hell, all month he has just sat there like a coward whilst I've kicked his ass, and you better believe it, beating his sorry carcass around the arena all month has been GREAT! But we need to settle one thing once and for all, and that is the issue of the World title! So Dan, I want a title shot! I feel like a broken record now. All month you've known what I've wanted but you continue to not give me an answer. Well I'll tell you what, if you do not come out and give me a shot, then I'm going to make sure that Mr. Bigot here, or whatever his name is, is breathing out of a tube! You here me? A tube!!The attention turns towards the titantron, but there is no initial response from the Welsh Dragon. Train is quick to look around, making sure that there is no surprise attack from Dan White. And there is none. Shaking his head, Train continues to talk (as if we ever wanted that! >_>)Thunder Train: Well Dan, you've disappointed me, as usual! Looks like I'm gonna have to be a man of my word. You're not such an eligible friend after all!He drops the microphone, and makes his way to Ivor Biggin. He lifts the Welshman up, and there's still little signs of life there. You must wonder exactly what Train did to him. Anyways, Train lifts him up into the OM NOM BOMB, with the crowd desperate to hear those lyrics that they've been hoping to hear for the best part of a week now.
And they come.
ANARCHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There's a monumental pop, as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits, and Dan White walks out. Stress the word 'walk'. He's in no hurry to save his friend, although he has another in Pat McGroin behind him (holding a cricket bat), as he walks out of the curtain and to the foot of the ramp. Train smirks, but this quickly turns into a snarl, as he drops Biggin to the floor like an uninteresting toy. Dan, holding a microphone in one hand and his trusty tennis racquette in the other, makes it as far as the foot of the ramp, watching into the ring, as Train awaits him. Dan then lifts a finger up, signaling his music to be cut, which it is. And then, he speaks.Dan White: So Thunder Train, we finally get the chance to meet without you beating me into a bloody pulp. Although I am disappointed that you chose to target one of my friends to satisfy your lust for attempting to ruin people's careers and lives. I'm no longer the same person I was a month ago when I finally won the World title. The World title that you apparently want to have a shot at, am I correct? Train's eyes widen, and he mouths “oh yeah!” with great enthusiasm.Dan White: Well you and I both know that this belt has to be defended at least once a month, and so far due to your attacks I have been unable to defend it due to being injured. Not only physically, but mentally as well. I felt unable to get myself out of bed to wrestle in matches. And these fans have nobody to blame but yourself for that. You have tarnished the fans of their World champion, and that is due to your own damn greed, Thunder Train! Boos emanate towards Thunder Train, but he doesn't care, as he motions the 'World title' taunt, around his waist.Dan White: And next week at Emperor of the Ring, you will get a chance to fight for the World Heavyweight Championship. However, I neglect to inform not only you but all these fans, that it will not by myself that defends the title. There's a sudden hush around the arena. Thunder Train's ecstatic, as he rubs his hands with delight. He's going to get a world title shot on PPV! Finally! And it won't be against Dan!Dan White: ...But I have taken it upon my liberty, to handpick an opponent for you. Because I feel that this person can do more to you in his little finger than I could ever do to you. Thunder Train suddenly stops acting like an over-excited schoolboy, and is now rather cautious as to who Dan has got in store.Dan White: A long way back, as early as February, a mysterious voice got contact of me. Originally, I thought it was a prank, or some old guy who wanted to cop a feel in the bogs. But as time went on, I managed to learn the truth behind this voice, and the force behind its power. And Thunder Train, after all you have put me through, it's time for me to reveal the voice to you. You younger folk in the audience may not remember his name, but Train, you will certainly remember him. Dan suddenly takes his white suit jacket off, and with that a black collar to the 'shirt' he was allegedly wearing, revealing a black lycra top. The top has numerous holes torn into it, and a number of black wire tape randomly wrapped around areas of the top. And Dan's voice suddenly deepens, as he gives his answer.Black & White: It's Black & White, at your service. There is a colossal pop, as Dan, or rather, his alter ego in Black & White, suddenly charges towards the ring, sliding in and leaping onto Thunder Train like a rabid dog. B&W proceeds to knock seven bells into his foe. The amount of punches is almost endless, with B&W determined to give Train more than a sample of all the pain and suffering he has endured during the past month or so, and unlike Dan, this is a personality that has no mercy, and no forgiveness. He eventually jumps off Train, but not without making sure he'll struggle to see out of his eyes come the morning. B&W then grabs his trusty tennis racquette entangled with barbed wire, and proceeds to whack Train across his front and sides with it. Each whack requires effort to pull it out, with the fans in the front row grimacing with each barb that gets stuck in Train's side.
B&W then tosses the racquette to one side, and he rolls Train over to his front. He is unrelentless with his stomps, and we know how powerful 'Dan's' left boot can be, so this is a particularly vicious form of assault. He stomps Train for maybe ten or fifteen times, before finally halting, and looking up at the crowd. He doesn't look like the Dan we all know. This is a blood-thirsty creature, one that won't stop until he's completely satisfied. Yet the crowd lap it up, cheering hysterically as B&W lifts Thunder Train up to his feet. He attempts to hit him with an Irish Whip, but Train's weight is too much, and he manages to reverse it into one of his own. As Dan is whipped to the other rope, Train attempts to leave the ring post-haste. He stumbles to the floor though, his head now loopy from the assault.
!-=-CRACK-=-!
That can't sound good, and it isn't. His attempt to exit the ring is futile as McGroin is waiting with that cricket bat, with a swing that would make Andrew Strauss proud, smashing Train right into the right shoulder. Train lets out a wince, falling back into the ring and resting against the ropes. This gives B&W the perfect opportunity to run up, and plant him in the face with the 75MPH Kick, virtually and finally knocking Thunder Train out. Black & White glares at Train, with a look from hell itself. But these fans could not be happier.
Dan has finally managed to seek his revenge, but has he gone too far? He fought so hard to get rid of Black & White from his body, only to recall him when he was at his most vulnerable. But Black & White might well be what he needed to save his reign.
B&W watches on as McGroin sees to his brother, who is only now managing to recover, as an EMT crew rushes down to try and seek help for Thunder Train, who does not look in a good state at all. Next Monday will prove to be rather interesting indeed.
Fade to Black.
End of Show
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Torak
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Post by Torak on Sept 25, 2009 6:10:50 GMT -5
I was hoping the Main Event would've made two posts. It looked longer in Word. Still, I quite enjoyed writing it. Shadow and VorteX are the types of characters I absolutely love writing for.
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Post by VorteX on Sept 25, 2009 9:44:07 GMT -5
Yeah, thanks for writing that up. I was hoping for more than a summary match due to the nature of it and I'm glad we got that. Everything always looks longer in Word for me also, I find my segments to span 2 or 3 word pages and only be half of that on here.
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Post by The Red Panther on Sept 25, 2009 9:47:02 GMT -5
OMG Torak, very nice match. Makes me feel inadiquate. <__<
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Post by Torak on Sept 25, 2009 15:30:06 GMT -5
Those tags are bugging me though. Makes it look really messy. My fault really as I forgot how the PMs work here.
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