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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:28:24 GMT -5
Emperor Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson is sat alone in his locker room wearing his wrestling gear. His head is bowed and a grim expression set on his face as he mentally psyches him up for the inevitable war to come with Dave Shadow later tonight. He runs his hands through his hair and they settle on the back of his head as he inhales deeply, visualising victory. The moment where the referee’s hand pounds the mat a third time and, exhausted, he rolls off Shadow and the adrenaline shot that the exhilaration of victory provides courses through his veins. Breathing out sharply, his eyes snap open and his pupils dilate momentarily as he clings to that ecstatic moment for a fleeting moment. A glimmer of a smile fights its way onto his face before being suppressed as he returns to his sour demeanour. His head snaps upwards and he stares directly down the barrel of the camera.
Jefferson: Emperor. To millions across the world represents a ruler, someone in charge of an empire. Except for this time every single year where the word takes on a different meaning. For two people it signifies hope, opportunity, and the chance to prove themselves to be the very best at what they do. Winning this match etches your name in history for an eternity. You join a select list of people who can claim they have been Emperor of the Ring. Jay Zero. Yoko Satoshi. Rattlesnake. Davey Marvel. Jack Fury. Tonight my name joins that list and I join them in the annals of time.
Dave Shadow and I have collided more times than I care to remember. We seem to be battling each other on every single rung of ACW’s ladder. The Entertainment Title...the International Title...and now Emperor of the Ring. Twice when it counts Dave has bested me but three times is the charm and he won’t be doing it again tonight!
Jefferson’s expressionless face had finally burst into life and a scowl is firmly in place as he talks about being beaten by Shadow. Clearly he resents him for this.
Jefferson: What has come before holds little significance in comparison to what lies ahead this evening. Tonight I will prove those many doubters wrong and earn myself a shot at the biggest prize in wrestling today. I do what so many said was impossible and prove what I’ve been saying for so long...that I am, in fact, the best this industry has to offer!
Jefferson stands and exhales, clicking his neck. He shakes off, loosening himself up for his match, and it is clear that he’s now extremely psyched for his match against Dave Shadow. Win or lose there is little doubt this is the biggest moment of his career thus far. I’m sure the same could be said for Dave Shadow as well. It’s not long until the two collide and it’s going to be one hell of a collision. It’s extremely likely neither man will emerge from the match as the same man who entered. Yet, only one thing is certain...only one will be able to call himself Emperor of the Ring!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:29:08 GMT -5
Match 4: Chris Phenomenal vs. The Senator (Credit: Chris P / Senator) Maxwell McNally: Well Eddie, I don’t know about you but a lot of people have envisioned this day coming over the past few years and it’s finally come upon us, the last time Senator is going to step into the ring for Alpha Championship Wrestling. "Fast" Eddie Edison: Yeah, I've given him a ton of crap over the years, but it has to be said. The guy's one of the toughest men to step in the ring, Senator has taken on all comers in the ring, turning back the likes of Chance Emmerson, BK London, Jay Zero and a plethora of other top superstars in ACW, even if he did have a good ten years on the oldest of them at the time! McNally: And now he takes on Chris Phenomenal, the brash newcomer who is torn in public opinion between being the next elite superstar, or a Scott Andrews or XS3 who’s always around the glass ceiling but never able to bust through. Edison: You have to think though that with a win here, one could say Chris will finally make it to the top! The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong McNally: I don’t know if it would push him there but very few men have beaten Senator in their time here in ACW, and even fewer with less experience than Chris. I don’t know how he’s going to pull it off however, knowing Senator Phillips, he will do everything in his power too make sure that his final match ends in a victory. Edison: I don’t know either but as we’ve said time and time again, Chris Phenomenal, for all his flaws, on any given night can beat any person in Alpha Championship Wrestling based on pure talent, he's younger, stronger, younger, faster, younger, more hungry, younger, less broken down, and yeah, I think I mentioned that he's two decades younger than Old Man Phillips! Soon, “Dead Wrong” fills the arena as Chris Phenomenal comes through the curtain as the masses in attendance let there displeasure be known as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp, his head down covered by a hooded sweat shirt. He makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands throwing his arms out as the pyrotechnics on either side of the entrance ramp explode. Chris makes his way down to the entrance ramp before climbing in between the second and third ropes head still down ignoring the crowd. He goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. Finally he drops his hood and changing his routine from before turns and looks up the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent for this evening. McNally: Here we go… . Edison: One last time, folks. The pulsing beat of Eye of the Tiger fills the arena as the crowd rises to attention with cheers and applause, waiting for the final time for Senator to make his presence known. Rising up, back on the street. With the opening lyrics out of the way, Senator Steve Phillips busts through the curtain, wearing heavy knee braces on either leg. He looks out as ticker tape explodes from the sides into an arc that rains down on him for the final time as the man pauses for a moment, surveying the landscape of the ACW Arena for the final time before looking towards the ring where Chris Phenomenal is bouncing back and forth waiting for him. Not one to waste time, Phillips hastens down to the ring ignoring the numerous hands outstretched for him before climbing the ring steps and stepping into the ring. McNally: Listen to these fans, Eddie. It might be surprising to hear that... Edison: They’ve come out tonight to support this man who’s provided them with so much, despite his recent actions. It’s good to see their support for Old Man Phillips...I think! Relenting for a moment, Senator poses Nixon style for the crowd as Chris Phenomenal looks on, hoody still in place as Senator retreats to his corner as Phillip Jones steps into the center of the ring for the official introductions. Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit. The referee for tonight’s contest is "Textbook" Tim Dwight! Tim Dwight gets a small pop from the former fallout faithful and in return gives a curt wave. Phillip Jones: Now the competitors, first, to my left. Tonight he weighs in at two hundred and sixty three pounds. Standing six feet, seven inches tall, he is the former entertainment champion, from Harlem, New York… CHRIS PHENOMENAL!!! Chris bobs a few times, raising his fist in the air as he stares back at the unmoved Senator. Chris smirks before delivering a few shadow punches and blows a kiss at Senator, trying to get inside his head but Senator is unmoved by the juvenile antics. Phillip Jones: And his opponent, standing to my right. Tonight he weighs in at two hundred and three pounds. Standing five feet, ten inches tall, he is the former ACW heavyweight champion, international champion, tag team champion, winner of multiple ACW Awards, from Washington, DC… SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS!!! The name of Senator is met with a massive cheer as Senator looks out at the crowd one last time as Phillip Jones ducks out of the ring, Tim Dwight stepping between the two competitors but there is no conflict as Chris turns around to remove his hoody and slowly raises the crucifix to his lips before removing it as well. Meanwhile, Phillips looks down at his feet, the ring that has occupied much of his time for the past six years under his feet as he soaks in the aura for one last time as the familiar toll of the bell sounds.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:30:27 GMT -5
Chris removes his hoody and tugs on the top rope twice before coming out of his corner, as Senator does a few quick arm circles before engaging Phenomenal in the middle of the ring, the wild mustang coming together with the former prize racehorse. The two try and bull each other around the ring for a few moments before Senator slips around, taking the back of CP and looking to take him down but Chris steps behind, hooking the leg of Senator to remain upright before switching position and putting Senator right into a shoulder claw. Chris tries to lock Phillips down but still on his fight Senator goes to the near ropes and places himself between the second and third rope. Phenomenal keeps the hold locked in up until the four count from Tim Dwight forces the clean break. Chris backs away as Senator spins his arm a couple of times, working any damage Chris may have caused out of the joint before the two lock up again and this time Senator shoots for a single leg takedown but Chris snuffs the attempt, forcing Senator down and looks to drop the knee right into the shoulder he was working on earlier. Even so, Phillips rolls out of the way of the blow before getting to his feet and putting Chris into a front face lock as he tries to get to his feet. Phillips tries to control Chris but eats a big right uppercut to the ribs and then another before Chris shoots in and double legs Senator, lifting him up before marching him across the ring and planting him flat on his back, the impact from the slam jarring Chris head free of his opponent's clutches and allowing him to throw a few heavy right hands to the side of the Senator, working over the kidney areas before Senator grabs the ropes, again using them as a reprieve from the onslaught of Chris Phenomenal.
McNally: Chris has looked really good off the hop right here. Preventing two Senator take downs and countering them with punishing blows of his own.
Edison: I don’t think we could have expected much different from Chris Phenomenal though. He’s motivated for this match, primed for action and Senator hasn’t been in the ring for over a month in action. You have to think he’s not anywhere’s near one hundred percent.
Senator works to his feet again and for the third time in the match the two come together and this time Chris powers through Senator, almost like a linebacker picking Senator up and carrying him into the corner before slamming him against the turn buckle and unleashing a massive right hand before drawing it back and sitting down on another shot to the jaw, then a straight to the body, wherever Senator protects himself Chris does opposite, his positioning and reach advantage making sure that Senator is unable to bob out of the way. After five solid blows Tim Dwight tries to separate the two but as Senator stumbles out of the corner Chris reaches over and with one hand grabs Senator and throws him back into the corner before unleashing a few more blows, the final uppercut rocking Phillips so much he lifts off the canvas and goes tumbling over the top rope to the flow below.
McNally: What a shot by Chris Phenomenal, he knocked Senator straight out of the ring with one blow.
Edison: It’s amazing the raw power this kid has. He might not look as physically imposing as a Thunder Train or Hitman of the Gods but he sure can bring it and at twenty-one, may not have even reached his full potential.
Chris wastes no time in ducking out of the ring and going after Senator, coming back with another blow that rocks him up against the steel steps, the young buck dominating the opening part of the match. Two more blows soften Senator up as Chris slides back into the ring for a moment to interrupt the count of Tim Dwight as Senator uses the stairs to pull himself back up to his feet and as Chris rolls back out, Senator slides back in much to the dismay of Chris Phenomenal who backs away for a moment as Senator stands on his feet, waiting for Chris to come into the ring. Chris wait’s a second as Tim Dwight begins to count him out before climbing up the same steps and feigns ducking into the ring as Senator charges him but is caught by the ropes as Phenomenal steps back. CP motions at referee Tim Dwight, order him to “get him back” which Dwight does, backing Senator away from the ring ropes and allowing Chris Phenomenal to step back into the ring. Again the two men circle and engage before this time Phillips shuffles out the side door, placing Chris into a tight side headlock. He spins CP around, looking to throw him with a snapmare out the front door but Chris blocks it and spins out of the headlock right into his own front facelock. This time, Phillips delivers a blow to the solar plexus which drives the wind out of Chris Phenomenal, allowing Senator to step out and looks for a quick backslide pin attempt but Chris blocks it again, the strength advantage showing in this match as he pulls Senator back up and off his feet before freeing one hand and spinning around and catching him with a lifted clothesline that puts Senator on his back and Chris goes for the early cover.
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...Senator kicks out with relative ease, throwing the shoulder off the mat as Chris goes right into rear chinlock on the ground, forcing Senator up into a seated position and digging his knee right into the upper spine.
McNally: Although we’ve seen some impressive chain wrestling, the start of this match has been very slow in pace. Who would that seem to favor Eddie?
Edison: It would have to favor Senator here. He’s quite frankly the best submission wrestler we’ve seen in ACW and that might be the only weakness of Chris Phenomenal inside of the ring. You also have to consider the age factor. Where as it looks as if Chris Phenomenal is in top shape, Senator may have lost a little bit of that edge during his time off and if Chris were to push the action we could see a very tired Senator part way through this match.
Chris snaps the neck of Senator, to one side, pressing down on the jugular with his forearm trying to further stem the flow of blood to the brain of Senator, who slowly works to his feet and with his free arm and leg tries to go behind on Chris again but his grip is too tight, holding Senator in front of him. Unable to counter the maneuver offensively, Senator tries to get to the closest ropes but as soon as he gets with in reaching distance Chris lets go of the hold, instead grabbing the arm of the Senator and Irish whipping him across the ring and then on the rebound meeting he quickly locks him in a tight sleeper hold, right in the center of the ring. Senator tries to pry the arm off of Chris Phenomenal but is unable too, the hold in tight. Senator tries to break out again with a reverse elbow but Chris doesn’t flinch, in fact he may even have tightened the grip as about five seconds later Senator drops to one knee, looking like he’s beginning to fade.
McNally: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Chris Phenomenal use a sleeper hold before here in his time with ACW.
Edison: I don’t think I have either, he’s got that cross arm choke reminiscent of Senator’s Victory Lock I but this is something new, although from the looks of it, quite a dominating hold.
As Senator is down to one knee, Chris leans over top of Senator, trying to force his chin towards his chest to increase the pressure as Senator looks to be fading out, dropping to a second knee as Chris drops down as well to one leg, and is quickly swept out by the leg of Senator, having played possum to free himself from the grips of Chris Phenomenal as he stumbles back and Senator quickly takes advantage of Chris’ weak position in order to pry off one of the arms and puts it into a quick armbar, throwing his legs over top of Chris arm in a flash showing surprising quickness for his age. Chris works to one knee with the hold still locked in and picks Senator up with the other arm around his back in, the arm bar still locked in tight as Chris marches Senator over to the far corner and plants him right onto the turnbuckle, jarring the back and shoulder of Senator but not freeing Chris from the hold. Chris reaches out and grabs the ropes as Tim Dwight orders Senator to break it but he won’t relent, forcing Tim Dwight to count Senator off as Chris Phenomenal adds a stomp to each count. At four Senator lets go as Chris pulls his arm out of the hold and walks away along the ropes, rubbing his arm and trying to work it over but Senator has other ideas, coming up from behind on Chris and cutting his knee out from behind with a chop block and slaps on a kimura quickly, as Chris Phenomenal again reaches out for the ropes to break the hold. This time however the blocks come from Senator as while Tim Dwight counts him off, Senator fires a multitude of knee strikes to the head of Chris before the four count and release as this time Chris rolls out of the ring, trying to bide some time from the Senatorial onslaught.
McNally: Solid come back there by Senator, clever escape and then a few solid submissions on the arm of Chris Phenomenal, trying to take away that deadly Superman Punch.
Edison: I think that’s the one move Senator is afraid of coming into this match with Chris, at any moment he could knock Senator out here.
As Chris tries to again work over the arm Senator doesn’t waste a minute, sliding out of the ring and delivering a clubbing blow to the back of Chris head, turning him around and Senator delivers a knee to the mid section before putting Chris into the Muay Thai Clinch and delivering a barrage of knees to the head that slowly crumple Chris as he drops down to one knee and Senator switches to a front facelock and continues to throw the knees before eventually flattening Chris and throwing two massive diving knees as Chris is laid out from the blows.
McNally: What the deuce was that from Senator Phillips? I must say that I've never seen that combination from him before. A plethora of knees from various positions, and quite the potent plethora at that.
Edison: I think that’s the Public Option that was rumored to be coming from him, and with this being his last match he figured this would be the time to finally break it out to soften Chris Phenomenal up.
Tim Dwight counts eight as Senator quickly slips into the ring and slips back out, Chris Phenomenal getting to one knee as Senator pulls him up, only to whip him down into the steel ring steps with a loud “clang.” Senator goes back to work on Chris, delivering his infamous Senatorial chops, fifteen in seven seconds before Tim Dwight again reaches eight and Senator slides back into the ring and out again, breaking the count for a second time as he comes back out as Chris is face down on the mat surrounding the ring, Senator having turned Chris’ early offense against him with a set of aggressive submissions and strikes. Senator delivers a few stomps to the body of Chris Phenomenal before grabbing him by the edge of his shorts and throwing him back into the ring, sliding in himself and covering him as Tim Dwight slides down, checking the shoulders of Chris before making the count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:31:19 GMT -5
Chris kicks out with relative ease, the high powered strikes inflicting local but not crippling pain on Chris Phenomenal. Senator however is not willing to stop there however with the damage, sliding out of the ring and pulling Chris out towards the apron with him, nudging him towards the ring post before dropping an elbow into the side of Chris knee, working over the medial side before pulling it out and then slamming into the ring post as Chris Phenomenal immediately grimaces, pulling his knee back as Tim Dwight tells Senator to get back in the ring. Senator ignores the order from Tim Dwight and grabs the leg of Chris Phenomenal and again slams it into the turnbuckle as a few members of the crowd previously supporting the Senator begin to go against him and his tactics. Senator slides back into the ring as Tim Dwight hits seven and covers Chris, hooking the leg he wasn’t working on.
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Another kickout from Chris Phenomenal, sending the leg flying into the air as Senator looks down at his foe with a small smirk as he rolls to his feet, bringing Chris up with him and whipping him into the corner before delivering an elbow to the side of the head and then another flurry of grumpy old man chops to the chest of Chris before Tim Dwight steps in, order Senator to let Chris out of the corner. As Chris stumbles out Senator pounces with a inside crescent kick before taking Chris down with a snapmare, putting him into the seated position. Staying away from the submissions for a moment, Senator backs up against the ropes before coming off and delivering a soccer style kick right to the back of Chris Phenomenal’s neck, snapping it forward as Senator follows through. As Chris’ neck comes back Senator puts him into a seated chinlock, the high tempo of the previous few minutes catching up to him.
McNally: Senator has completely stolen the momentum here for Chris Phenomenal. Effectively controlling the tempo with rapid high impact strikes before slowing things back down with submission holds focused on keeping Chris Phenomenal out of a rhythm.
Edison: You can tell that Senator came into this match with game plan, knowing what was needed to win. You would think that after all the time spent with Senator Chris would have done the same.
McNally: You never know though, Chris has been known to withstand a plethora of punishment in his equivalent of a rope-a-dope before coming back with one vicious attack combination that ends the match as his opponent is too fatigued to counter.
Edison: True, true, although I don’t think Senator will have missed that. He’s got a plan in place, I’m sure of it.
Chris works to his feet against the hold of Senator, firing a reverse elbow that Senator ducks, before stepping to the side of Chris with a leg sweep planting him on his back as Senator seizes the knee again before stepping over in a toe hold, Senator’s tribute to the wrestling pioneer Frank Gotch. Chris struggles against the simple hold for a moment before simply doing a sit up showing incredible abdominal strength and pulling down on the head of Senator trying to pull him with Senator’s own inside cradle but Senator is ready for it, dropping to his own back while letting go of the hold and locking Chris arm into a cross arm breaker, working the arm over again as Chris looks to be perplexed at what it’s going to take to stop the momentum of Senator. As Senator leans back in the arm lock Chris tries to push the arms of Senator down but is unable too, as Senator’s grip is unrelenting. As Chris’ arm begins to flare up he works up to his feet and looks to pressure Senators back onto the canvas which he eventually does, keeping the hold locked in despite his shoulders pressed to the mat.
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Senator sits up to prevent the three count but when he does Chris steps over and delivers a big face wash right to the ugly mug of Senator which causes the hold to involuntarily loosen for a moment, allowing Chris to pull his arm out enough down to his wrist to allow him to roll over the top of Senator, trapping his arm in to prevent a recapture of the arm lock and grabs a hold of the ropes as again Tim Dwight is pressed into action ordering Senator to let go of Chris’ arm which he does at the four count.
McNally: Chris looked to be in a dominant position there with Senator’s arm’s trapped underneath. I’m perplexed as to why he didn’t take advantage of it.
Edison: I think he realized that he’s losing the ground match up with Senator, that he’s not able to go toe to toe with the submission master himself. He needs to get this up to his feet and making it a power contest, who can bully the other with slams and high impact moves as opposed to joint manipulation.
As Chris pulls himself up to his feet Senator is already waiting, the two circling again and this time Senator sticks his arm out and to the side, almost willing Chris to engage in a test of strength. As soon as Chris goes to oblige however Senator delivers a massive knee to the solar plexus and again goes to the Muay Thai Clinch and delivers a vicious set of knees, again dropping Chris to one knee and Senator reverts to the front facelock, and again continues with the knee strikes flattening Chris as he comes with the diving knee strikes, finishing off the Public Option combination for the second time in the match. Senator rolls Chris over and covers him again, this time with a lateral press.
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McNally: Chris has no clue how to defend or counter that move.
Edison: I wouldn’t think he would, I don’t think he’s ever seen it before, even in his time training with Senator and he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer as far as formulating ring strategies on the fly.
As Chris is laid flat out, Senator rolls him over but instead of going for the cover gets up to his feet before backing up against the ropes and coming off them before coming back at Chris with speed, leaping up into the air and delivering a Bruiser Brody style knee drop to the head of Chris Phenomenal. Senator quickly covers Chris Phenomenal again with little time elapsing.
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Again Chris Phenomenal kicks out as Senator thought he may have had the match won at the fifteen minute mark of the match. He rolls to his feet with Chris Phenomenal in hand and whips him against the ropes and on the rebound looks to take him down with a clothesline but Chris holds up against the ropes, halting his momentum before slipping out under the ring ropes to the outside to the dismay of the fans who boo the act of cowardice. Senator does not let Chris rest however as he comes out after Chris from the far side but Chris slides back on as Senator is forced back in and Chris goes to work, delivering a boot to the neck of Senator a couple of times before Tim Dwight forces him back allowing Senator to get back in the ring but Chris doesn’t stop, continuing to stomp on Senator before he slides back out of the ring to prevent the onslaught, ordering Tim Dwight to back Chris up which he does, allowing Senator to climb the ring steps and duck back into the ring but again Chris breaks away from Tim Dwight as Senator is caught between the ropes and Chris delivers a charging blow, delivering a massive shoulder tackle through the second and third ropes knocking Senator back off the apron to the mat below with Chris coming down on top of him adding to the impact.
McNally: Wow, that’s another move I don’t think I’ve ever seen Chris Phenomenal use before tonight.
Edison: We’ve only seen it once and he didn’t do it to that effect. He knocked Jake Steele off the stage prior to Omega Effect with it at the behest of Senator.
As Tim Dwight looks down over the carnage he begins to count both men out, reaching four before Chris Phenomenal is too his feet, and seven before Chris throws Senator into the ring, scampering in and hooking the leg as Tim Dwight makes the count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:32:00 GMT -5
The Senator kicks out, throwing his shoulder up off the canvas with some authority as he’s not willing to let his career die with just that blow. Chris isn’t shocked however, quickly rolling to his feet and pulling Senator up and throwing him into the corner and going to work with more shoulder blocks, each one with a little more than the next driving the wind out of Senator, slowly dropping him down as Chris smiles when Senator finally slumps over to the ground as Chris smiles, knowing what exactly comes next as he backs off a bit grabbing the legs of Senator and pulling him onto his back despite his struggle, Chris kicks his midsection, lining him up with the bottom turnbuckle before dropping to his back, rocketing Senator up face first right into the bottom turnbuckle with face shattering impact,
McNally: I hope Obama’s new healthcare package covers facial reconstruction surgery.
Edison: Touché.
Senator grabs his jaw in pain as Chris gets up to his feet, smiling at the pain he’s inflicted on Senator before picking him up and throwing him into the near ropes and knocking him over with a clothesline, before covering him.
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Senator kicks out again as Chris delivers a small face wash before getting to his feet and delivering a few stomps to the body of Senator who smartly rolls away to the outside to avoid the punishment of Chris Phenomenal. Taking a few moments to compose himself and clear the cobwebs from his head Senator again climbs up the ring steps with Tim Dwight between him and Chris Phenomenal before ducking in. The two circle again, Senator bluffing in and then coming back out, trying to stall as long as possible to get his breath back. Finally Chris goes in like a rampaging bull and Senator side steps Chris like a matador but Chris has other ideas in mind, stopping on a dime and delivering a toe kick to Senator before picking him up onto his shoulders into a Fireman’s carry position. Chris looks to lift Senator off with a Carnage Cutter but Senator struggles, against it, finally raking the eyes of Chris Phenomenal out of desperation and falling off the back. As Chris turns around, Phillips looks to hit Chris with the Filibuster but CP blocks it with his leg and steps around the back, hooking the other arm before pulling the Senator down with a backslide.
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Senator doesn’t kick out, instead he rolls his leg over the head of Chris Phenomenal and hooks the arm with it before rolling over the top of Chris back right into a reverse arm bar, instead of pulling down, pulling up on the arm with his legs over the top. Chris immediately grimaces in pain, his arm having been worked over the entire match and with Senator in the dominant position it appears there is nowhere to go…but up. Chris pushes up with the one hand, Senator keeping his arm locked with part of his body still on Chris. Chris gets up far enough, reaching out with his free arm before snapping Senator off his back onto the ground, and even with the arm still trapped the pressure is relaxed a big and Chris is able to deliver a clubbing side knee to the ear of Senator to free his arm as Senator slumps over from the impact.
McNally: A Senatorial style knee from Chris Phenomenal there to free himself from that armbar.
Edison: That may have saved the match for Chris Phenomenal as that arm has been the focus of Senator’s onslaught to this point. I don’t know how he’s going to win if he can’t deliver that fatal Superman Punch.
Chris instead of covering Senator walks away shaking his arm trying to get some blood flowing back to the joint as Senator recovers from the shot. In due course he gets to his feet as Chris Phenomenal turns around and the two go at it again, this time exchanging a few blows, CP however favoring the left jab while protecting his right arm. Finally Senator breaks things off with another side knee lift and looks for the Muay Thai Clinch again for the public option, this time however Chris proves Eddie Edison wrong, pushing Senator away and looking to sweep him before he can deliver the knees but Senator counters, grabbing the free arm and looking to bring it down into another arm bar but Chris goes for a falling Superman Punch type maneuver. Countering that, the Senator grabs the other arm, quickly spinning back up to his feet crossing the arms in the process and looks to connect with a liberty spike DDT variation. To escape, CP is able to free his one arm and looks to take Senator to ground with an Ippon Seionage but Senator has other ideas as he goes over he turns Chris through into his own Back Ipponzei, throwing CP and landing right in front of him. Senator goes back to another series of knees as Chris tries to get up, locking into the Muay Thai Clinch and firing the knees before he can defend himself, seven blows it takes to knock his opponent down to a knee and another lucky seven to flatten Phenomenal, it only takes one massive diving knee however to rip open the skull of Chris Phenomenal, the third Public Option finally drawing blood, and it pours from the head of Chris Phenomenal.
McNally: This is not going to be a good night for ACW’s janitorial services, Chris Phenominal’s forehead is gushing blood from those vicious knees.
Phillips, having dropped yet another knee on his opponent’s head, stands up, jumping down with a leaping King Kong Knee drop to the back of the head, rolling his opponent over into the pin…
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Edison: The old man miscalculated there, and it cost him dearly!
Phenomenal stands up, blood rushing off his forehead as he lifts the Senator up, hitting a clubbing blow to the back before lifting him up for a power bomb, walking over to the turnbuckle for a rather unpleasant impact…but in midair, Phillips catches an arm, and hooks in a triangle choke. CP rears back, trying to follow through with the powerbomb, but the Senator's expertly applied hold cuts off the air supply to the brain, and Phenomenal merely slumps to the mat. Although the drop still affects the elder grappler, he still keeps the triangle locked in, and adds a nasty touch to the move by throwing overhead elbows into his opponent's head, specifically, right onto the exposed cut. Blood splatters over the bottom of the Senator's elbow and onto his chest as he continues to rain down deadly repeated strikes.
McNally: The Senator may not be as physically able as in the past, but darned if he isn't making up for it with his ruthless abandon and experience.
Chris Phenomenal struggles to escape the triangle, but every time he attempts to stand up, the Senator throws another elbow, making for an even more painful attack. Tim Dwight checks on Phenomenal, but the latter merely waves him off, before slamming a brutal hammerfist into the Senator's head, several more managing to dislodge the former ACW champion from his submission.
Edison: This is just brutal, Senator’s got nothing left but his brutality, and CP’s willing to do anything to make his way into the main event scene, preferably over the broken body of his former mentor!
The man from Harlem gets off the mat, blood now oozing out of a rather large crevasse on his upper forehead, but the look under the crimson mask is that of sheer determination. As Phillips painfully rises off the mat, CP lines his target up for one big killshot, the Superman Punch, lunging forward at just the right time...only to be intercepted with a short range Partisan Kick right to the chin!
Edison: Aww, man, that has to leave a mark! Just at the last moment, too!
CP stumbles straight through the ropes, catching the bottom one before he can bounce off the apron. The Senator, himself a bit shaken from his own kick, clutches his ribs as he stumbles over to the ropes, lifting Chris Phenomenal up to his feet, and over the top, hitting a big hook to the temple before draping him over, and setting up for the feared AIG Knee. Patting his knee, the Senator leans into the ropes before rushing across the ring, and connecting flush with the AIG Knee, hitting hard enough to send all of CP's 6'7 frame straight off the top rope and to the outside!
Edison: Daaaaaaaaannnnnggerroouussssss!
Phillips falls on his own back from the impact, taking a labored breath before rolling under the ropes as Tim Dwight looks on. CP, leaning against the guard barrier, tries to prop himself up and get his senses as his opponent closes in and blood drips onto the Arena floor. Unfortunately, CP's efforts are in vain as the Senator takes him over the barrier with a Washington Lariat, both men tumbling into the front row of the audience.
Edison: We're not responsible for anyone who gets a bloodstained shirt here!
McNally: Or anyone who catches a wayward fist...
Phenomenal, nonplussed by the circumstances, promptly hefts the nearest folding chair over the Senator's head, placing it straight around his neck, before knocking him back into the ringside area with a ferocious big boot to the bottom of the seat!
Edison: Umm...yikes? That's an innovative move...
CP vaults over the top of the barrier, lifting Phillips up by his shoulders, and throws the veteran back into the ring. Phenomenal shortly follows into the squared circle, dropping a fist across his opponent's head before lifting him up into a standing position, and setting up for...
McNally: This looks strangely familiar, although the situation is generally reversed with the Senator going for the Filibuster on his opponent, whereas Phenomenal looks to be going for the move himself here!
Dragging the Senator over to the middle of the ring, CP keeps an arm across his throat from behind as he dips his knees low, and with an explosive lift, throws Phillips over his head, dropping the politician right onto his own skull with a eye popping version of the Filibuster uranage! Chris Phenomenal rolls the crumpled Senator over and hooks a leg for one last pin to defeat his own employer, his own mentor with his own signature move, closing the career as Dwight counts the pinfall...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:33:00 GMT -5
...Senator Steve Phillips escapes the pinfall and prolongs his career through sheer stubbornness!
McNally: That was one brutal Filibuster, but even that didn't seal the deal! The Senator may be broken down, but the will persists.
CP can hardly believe his eyes as he questions the continuance of the match, but quickly shoves the frustration away as he continues to push forward, lifting the Senator up off the mat, not without a struggle. Senator Phillips, though, although beaten, aching, and groggy, calls upon his own fighting spirit as he unleashes one of his legendary chops, staggering his opponent. CP attempts to answer in kind, but Phillips merely shrugs off the response, and another of his own chops finds its target. A third chop lands upon Phenomenal's chest and he falls back. The Senator charges forward at his opponent, only to be caught in a turning spinebuster...yet even then, Phillips is able to counter, swinging his legs over to land before CP can drop him, and swings him around into his own, original Filibuster! Phillips rolls over to cover for the pin...
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McNally: Not as powerful as Phenomenal's version, but as you may have observed, the Senator was able to execute his own Filibuster much faster, and countered flawlessly into it, technique over brute power.
Neither competitor stands for a good while, CP rolling over to the middle of the ring while Phillips crawls over to the ropes, taking everything left in the tank to pull himself up. Chris Phenomenal sets up, standing up into a fighting stance, bouncing up and down to gain life back in his legs as he waits for the Senator to rise up to the right point, looking over, he wipes blood out of his eyes, and as soon as that perfect opportunity finally presents itself, Phenomenal dashes over, launching himself through the air with an outstretched fist, connecting solidly with the pulverizing Superman Punch, collapsing his opponent like a sack of potatoes!
Edison: The Superman Punch connects! Nobody gets up from this, nobody has before, and this marks the end of one of the most prestigious careers ever!
Having landed on his own knees, CP notices the proximity to the ropes, and despite the fact that nobody has yet kicked out of the Punch, he yet drags the Senator out a couple of yards before actually covering for the pin. Dwight starts the count...
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McNally: I can hardly believe what I just saw! Senator Phillips refuses to lose! Chris Phenomenal has to be beyond frustrated at this point!
Pounding the mat with the fist that nearly won the match, the man from Harlem ignores the pain in his body, and the blood rushing down his forehead as he stands up, an imposing site as his red stained upper body looms over a nearly unconscious Steve Phillips. CP loads his fist back, urging his opponent to stand, waiting with one purpose on his mind, looking to connect with one more Superman Punch, looking to finally end the match.
For his part, the Senator slowly fights his blurring senses and the overwhelming urge to curl up and let the match end, struggling every inch of the way as he tries his best simply to stand one more time to face his opponent. Phenomenal shakes his head, sending droplets of blood and sweat flying, impatiently rushing in to lift Phillips up himself...but the wily veteran has yet a few more tricks left in his well traveled book, taking hold of CP's waist and slinging him into the ropes. Phenomenal hits the ropes, bouncing off, right into a side waistlock as the Senator lifts him up for a head crushing Demon Killer twisting side backdrop...but instead of allowing his opponent to complete the deadly suplex, CP shifts his own momentum, much as Senator did to thwart his own spinebuster earlier in the match, and lands on his feet, immediately breaking free and hitting a blindingly fast short range Superman Punch, nearly punching a hole through his opponent's temple! Chris Phenomenal collapses into the pin...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:33:33 GMT -5
...three.
Phillip Jones: Announcing the winner of the contest by a pinfall, Chrrrrrrrris Phenominaaaaaaall!
Phenomenal falls back to the mat after having his hand raised by "Textbook" Tim Dwight. Shortly after, a crew of medics arrive at the ring, headed by Dr. Trace Gibson, and attempt to help a woozy Senator Phillips out of the ring, breaking a case of smelling salts under his nose. Phenomenal, having pulled himself back up, looks across the ring for a moment, his emotions unreadable through the results of the gushing headwound, which a medic quickly attends to.
McNally: It's been a good career for Steve Phillips, he has nothing to be ashamed of here, giving a hundred and ten percent with a much less than capable body here tonight.
Edison: But that takes nothing away from Phenomenal, he lived up to his name, and gave back better than he got, defeating one of the true legends of the industry! Yeah, everyone will want to credit Phillips for having one heck of a gameplan for this fight, but CP came out here and got the job done regardless, and he deserves all the accolades that one can come up with for it!
McNally: I must agree there, this win surely places Chris Phenomenal in the upper echelon of ACW, no matter what the circumstances.
In the ring, as Phenomenal walks off, Trace Gibson unsuccessfully tries to persuade Phillips to allow the medics to help. His stubbornness undiminished in defeat, Phillips shoves the ACW head doctor away, holding his head as he sits up. Dwight steps over, waving Gibson off, having a few words with his old friend, as the Capitalists hit the ring. Unable to lift himself up against the ropes, Phillips soon rolls under them, landing on a very shaky footing, but even so, allows no help from Dwight, Kalb, or Fitsharris as the four walk back out of the Arena to a cheer from an appreciative audience.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:34:08 GMT -5
Segment: Material Evidence (Credit: Dave Shadow / AK)
Even as the crowd is still buzzing from the intense match which has just taken place, backstage one man is attempting to focus on what could be the most important match of his career thus far.
Dave Shadow sits in the locker room, eyes to the floor. He’s reviewed his own matches in the run-up to tonight, as well as those of his opponent. He knows Jack Jefferson so well, he could almost be family.
Family...
Thoughts of Jay creep back into his consciousness. They’ve never really left him since the night of the second attack, their slow drip having a corrosive effect on him. Sometimes the most effective way to break down someone at their foundations is not through a direct, explosive act, but through a gradual, self-inflicted torture. Such is the vulnerability of anyone who truly commits to another person.
The bandana is in his hands, taken from his pocket without him even realising it. He turns it over; it’s a plain red piece of cloth. No logo, no writing, not even a manufacturer’s label. And yet...
He shakes his head. Dave can’t be sure whether there’s something familiar about it, something which could solve the mystery in a second... or whether he’s simply so desperate for an answer that he can’t accept that his mind has drawn a blank. Silently cursing, he folds the bandana up; he has no time for this now. He has to concentrate on becoming Emperor of the Ring. It’s what he’s been working toward for all this time... his chance to forge a new way, a new orthodoxy.
The cloth is still in his hands as he hears movement outside the door, then a knock. Alicia Laureano lets herself in, half expecting to find Dave absorbed in mental preparations.
Dave Shadow : Howdy..
Alicia Laureano: Hey, Dave. I won’t hang around long; I just stopped by to wish you good luck tonight.
Dave Shadow : Luck? Heh.
Alicia smiles a little, and nods.
Alicia: You’re right, this is all about skill and hard work. Neither of which have ever been a problem for you.
She takes a step backward, not wishing to be a nuisance before such an important event; but Dave looks up and stops her.
Dave Shadow : Is that it, then?
Alicia: Pardon?
Dave Shadow : You saw the man who attacked Jay and I, just a few days ago. You were in the same room with him.
Alicia: We’ve been through this, Dave. I’ve wracked my brains over and over, I didn’t recognise the guy or get a proper look at him.
Shadow stands up.
Dave Shadow : So you say. Which I why I find it odd that you didn’t look all that freaked out by your situation.
Alicia moves back toward Dave. Her expression is calm, but her gaze is definitely cooling.
Alicia: What exactly are you implying?
Dave Shadow : I’m not implying anything. I’m saying that, considering the mess you were in, you were remarkably level-headed. Relaxed, even. As if you knew you weren’t in any real danger.
He holds up the red bandana.
Dave Shadow : I’ve not been able to get this rag out of my thoughts. But whatever I try, I can’t place it. I’m starting to think that it’s literally a red herring. Like the attacker wanted you to get hold of it.
Alicia: That’s certainly possible. But it wouldn’t fit with all the repeated requests for help the bloke was making, in his own weird way. I think he was being genuine on that.
Dave Shadow : Well, I can only take your word on that front.
The two stare at one another. The temperature in the room has dropped right down.
Dave Shadow : Alicia, a couple of weeks ago you told me that you thought there could be more than one person involved in this. And I think you might be right. The question I keep asking myself is, what if you KNOW you’re right?
Alicia says nothing. Shadow exhales sharply.
Dave Shadow : ..................was it one of those “associates” you occasionally liaise with when you want something done on the quiet? No. For something like this, there’s only one person you’d really be able to rely on. Your husband.
There is a deadly silence in the room then; Alicia’s face turns from shock, to a look of pure hellfire anger that could turn a man to ash... but almost at once she masters herself, forcing her rational brain to take over. She turns away for a second, composing her thoughts, before looking back to Dave.
Alicia: Well, the pieces of the puzzle would fit, I can’t deny that. What would our motivation be then, Sherlock?
Shadow opens his mouth, then closes it again. A fleeting look of pain crosses his face.
Dave Shadow : They do say, “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer”. I’ve always said I want to change ACW, and who represents the “old” ACW more than you? And then there was GWF. I almost lost control of the federation to SheltonSplash, until you agreed to help me take him down. Some way to pay you back, huh?
Alicia nods.
Alicia: Everything you’ve said is true, Dave. By logic, I should consider you public enemy number one. Thing is, I don’t. I admire you for having the sheer guts to get out there and really fight for what you want. I do find some of your methods, and especially that callous attitude to your opponents, to be highly questionable... but to single you out on that score would be blatantly unfair. And whatever else I may be, I hope that I never allow myself to be consumed by such bias.
She glances up at the clock on the wall.
Alicia: We’ve come full circle, Dave. I can only tell you that neither my husband or I have been involved in any of the attacks on you or your brother; you’ll have to decide whether to believe me or not.
She reaches out and takes the bandana from him.
Alicia: This means nothing to me... but it’s not exactly brand new. It’s been worn, tied and re-tied. It means something, to someone. That’s all I can give you. The ball’s in your court. But if I were you, I’d put it away for now, and concentrate on the bigger picture. You have a chance to enter the top flight tonight, Dave. I know you’ll be thinking about Jay; he’d want you to do your very best. So go out there and wrestle, for you and for him.
Alicia hands the bandana back, and walks to the door. She looks back over her shoulder for a fraction of her second, before leaving.
Shadow stands there for a few seconds. His mind is seething with questions; part of him wants to believe Alicia, part of him is still unsure whether he’s being manipulated along a twisted path to an unknown end. For now, he has to put all such thoughts aside.
With the title of Emperor to his name, maybe he can finally wield sufficient influence to make the breakthrough...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:35:11 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Tag Team Title Match Flower Power vs. The Capitalists
The Capitalists are in the ring as we cut back to the arena; the strident tones of “Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand fill the air.
Yoko and Sarin form an effortlessly impressive team as they head to the ring, and the crowd cheers loudly. The Capitalists puff out their chests with a creditably bold attitude, but they know they’ve got their work cut out here. Even so, only a fool would rule them out completely.
Formalities are quickly completed; Kalb and Sarin remain in the ring, while Yoko and Fitzharris move to their corners to take up a watching brief.
Bell Rings.
Sarin kicks things off against Kalb, a real beauty and the beast matchup if ever there was one. Kalb tries and fails to land a series of forearm blows to his opponent; Sarin dodges them neatly and then hits Kalb with a string of fast toe kicks to his shins. Kalb, though, is a tough nut to crack, and takes advantage of Sarin’s proximity, pulling her in close and then flipping her into a powerbomb. He tries to muscle a pin, but Sarin is away before the two count.
Sarin’s speed serves her well; she manages to get behind Kalb, and he turns around into a high-angled kick which causes him to stagger backward. Sarin swipes at him, and Kalb unwittingly retreats into the opposition corner; Yoko stands on the turnbuckle and applies a choke while Sarin attacks from the front. The referee makes a five count – but this isn’t quick enough for Fitzharris, who leaps into action and rushes up behind Sarin, delivering a running elbow to the back of her head which makes her stumble sideways into the ropes. Inspired, Kalb throws his weight around, dragging Yoko into the ring as Fitzharris clotheslines Sarin out of it.
The crowd boos as the Capitalists put the boot into Yoko; although her spirit is like steel, Yoko’s frame is more fragile and she has to fight to make space to roll back to her feet. The two “gentlemen” respond with a double powerslam which makes the ring shake; meanwhile Sarin recovers on the outside and nips around to pull Yoko out of harm’s way. This finally gives the referee a chance to restore order; the Capitalists taunt their opponents and it looks as if they’ve succeeded in giving themselves the upper hand. But Sarin and Yoko just glance at one another, their response planned and agreed in less than a second.
With Fitzharris shooed back to his corner and Yoko back in hers, the match is able to re-start where it left off. Kalb is bolshy and attempts to intimidate Sarin, however the Flower of Chaos shows her skill at defence by parrying or avoiding Kalb’s hammer blows, constantly keeping on the move. Kalb is fit, but Sarin’s pace is legendary and after a minute or so, he starts to fall behind the “beat”. Sarin therefore re-educates him, slipping behind and using one of the neutral corners to step up into a springboard enziguri in payback for Fitzharris’ previous trick. Kalb twizzles on one foot, dazed, and Sarin knocks him down with a hook kick to set up a pinfall. 1.....2-
Kalb kicks out, and rolls to his feet, doing his best to remember Senator’s tutoring on how to deal with fast and light opponents. Slyly, he feigns being more out of breath than he is, and Sarin becomes just a little too confident; she goes for a dropkick but Kalb sidesteps, and scoops Sarin up from the mat where she lands to perform his leg lift stalling backdrop suplex. The crowd winces at the impact, and expects a cover – but instead, Kalb grasps his opponent’s ankles and drags her back toward his own corner, where a tag awaits him.
Fitzharris enters the fray legally this time, and the two teammates exploit the 5-second window to the full and beyond. Sarin finds herself trapped in the corner and under fire from a rain of heavy strikes; the ref orders Kalb out, and while he conforms, he then sneakily grasps Sarin’s hair so that she is violently yanked back when she tries to break out into open space. Sarin cries out at the sharp pain; Fitzharris smirks, and gets an open-handed strike to the face for his insolence. This though only makes him angry, and Sarin takes the force of his headlock punches in response. With Sarin dizzy, Fitzharris tries to end it with the Exchange Drop (High Angle Fisherman Buster) but as he covers, Yoko jumps into the ring and breaks it up. The referee orders Yoko back, and right on cue Kalb sneaks into the ring unseen; but Sarin predicts this, and falls back toward him so that Fitzharris in his eagerness ends up delivering a crushing punch straight to his ally. Kalb blinks once before keeling over, holding his face, and Sarin takes this chance to dash back to her own corner...
The roar of the crowd is enormous as Yoko is tagged in. Fitzharris looks around for support, sees that none is available, and attempts a near-suicidal charge so that he and Yoko meet headlong in the centre of the ring. He raises his arm to block the flying guillotine – but Yoko isn’t using it, and instead she leapfrogs right over him so that Fitharris instead runs right into Sarin’s Rin Spin. Sarin has to quickly exit stage left as Yoko covers; Fitzharris kicks out at 2.5. Undeterred, Yoko moves back a little as the dazed Fitzharris stands up; the excitement peaks as Yoko glances at Sarin, who nods.
Cameras go off everywhere as Yoko smoothly runs forward, and nails the YKO in hr truly inimitable style. Fitzharris drops like a felled redwood, and Yoko has only an academic pin to make in order to seal the victory.
Philip: Here are your winners... Flower Power!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:35:32 GMT -5
As Sarin helps raise Yoko's hand in triumph, something seems off. Their theme, Flower of Carnage, isn't playing. Suddenly circus music begins to wind out of the speakers like a jack in the box, pouring down the ramp as the pair give each other a confused look. Not long after the music starts, clowns and acrobats dressed in what seemed to be a haute couture spin on circus attire begin to appear from behind the curtain and skip down the ramp. They hop up and down, miming and making jokes to one another as they reach the outskirts of the ring.
Just then, the lights begin to flicker. The crowd, once cheering, has become silent in anticipation. With the lights still flickering, one clown dressed in all black and white enters the ring and cocks his head to the side, staring directly at Yoko and Sarin. Before they can even react, he tilts his head up and points towards the ceiling. As Yoko and Sarin gaze into the sky with him, a single spotlight shines upward as well, and they see a figure on a platform in the rafters, hanging onto a pole. As the platform lowers closer and closer to the ring, the figure becomes clearer and it becomes obvious by the clothing that this is the RINGLEADER of this entire circus.
The platform finally lands in the center of the ring. The ringleader smiles, tipping her top hat towards the two champions. She quickly grabs her whip from her pocket and cracks it loudly against the mat, holding out her hand towards the black and white clown. He holds out a finger to Yoko and Sarin, giggling lightly before running out of the ring and falling into the crowd of clowns. After a moment, he reappears with a gargantuan hammer. It is orange and blue and made of plastic, but he carries it as if it weighed two tons- clown comedy. Handing it to the ringleader, he laughs and bounces around Yoko and Sarin.
The Ringleader raises the hammer and smiles; suddenly the clown grabs Sarin by the arms to distract her. Before Sarin has time to break free of the clown's grasp, Yoko tries to intervene, at which point the Ringleader bonks Yoko on the head with the clown hammer. Yoko then drops to the mat like an anvil. Sarin shakes loose from the clown and rushes to Yoko's unconscious body. She doesn't understand what's happened and looks at the 'plastic' hammer, confused. The Ringleader rips the plastic wrap off to reveal a very real, very genuine hammer, laughing at Sarin before retreating from the ring surrounded by the clowns.
Upon reaching the stage, the Ringleader turns to face the ring and removes the top hat while performing a very grandiose bow. Upon rising, before putting the top hat back on, there is a short, clear shot of the Ringleader's face, and the camera captures it.
It's Rena.
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(Post Match Credit: Rena /Yoko)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:36:26 GMT -5
An EOTR Interview [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The camera fades in to Vortex’s locker room, where he can be seen sitting on a bench watching the show on a large TV. Many events have happened so far tonight and there were sure to be many interesting new ones to come, however Vortex was sadly not going to be a part of them.
For the second PPV in a row he sat without a match. Since he won the title, not many competitors have stepped up, and surely not on a PPV level scale. Vortex can only ponder this fact for a moment before a knock on his door rings out. Vortex gets up and crosses the room, wondering who could be at the door. That question is answered when he opens said door and Kevin Anderson comes barging in the room.Kevin: Vortex! My nose is still healing from our last encounter, yet I will persevere! Vortex: Kevin…now really isn’t a great tim—Kevin: Nonsense! You have no match on the card tonight, and absolutely nothing to do! So therefore, it is prime time for an interview! Vortex knew that he was screwed; there was no way to avoid Kevin this time. As much as he wanted to knock Kevin out again, too much attention can be bad attention, so Vortex simply decides to return to the bench he was sitting on previously. Kevin takes the liberty of pulling up a chair, and then starting his interview.Kevin: Let’s start with Dave Shadow! Vortex: No, I’m not the attacker. Kevin looks a little miffed at having his thunder stolen, yet he continues. Kevin: How can we be sure though? You would most definitely deny being the attacker if you are truly the attacker! Vortex: Fine, I’m the attacker. Kevin looks a little shocked, as if he just jumped in a bathtub while blow-drying his hair. After a few seconds, he comes to his senses. Kevin: That’s not funny! Vortex: To you it isn’t. Kevin: It shouldn’t be funny to YOU either! I mean, did you see what that person did last week? Vortex: No, and I really could care less. Shadow has so much arrogance he almost deserves it. Kevin almost falls out of his chair from this statement.Kevin: That’s terrible! Vortex: What’s terrible is the fact that you have to be running around here kidnapping people to get any attention. I mean, I’m the Entertainment Champion…and apparently ACW finds kidnapping ‘entertaining’, so maybe I should just kidnap you? Kevin backs off a little from Vortex.Vortex: Think about it, if I kidnap you… Kevin stares at Vortex, not being able to say anything at the moment, and very unsure if Vortex is playing around or serious at this point.Vortex: If I kidnap you, absolutely nothing will come from it. No one actually cares about you Kevin…so I guess we are going to have to find another way to be entertaining. Kevin breathes a sigh of relief. Kevin: I don’t think it’s wise to stay on this subject any longer…so how about we switch topics? Vortex: I think that would be in your best interest. Kevin: Alright then, what about The Red Panther? Vortex: What about him? Kevin: Well…you had a match against him! Your first title defense at that! Vortex: It really wasn’t all that exciting. To tell you the truth, the guy obviously values this little MMA fight over his title shots. If he truly wanted to take my title, you think he would have done it at a bigger venue….such as this one. Kevin: But, management scheduled that! Vortex: Don’t get me started on that. Let’s just say that anyone can ask for a title shot whenever they want, and I’m here to make an impact. Since no one else wants to make an impact and obviously no one else is going to ask me for a title shot, I’m going to do it for them. Vortex abruptly stands up and grabs Kevin from out of his seat. Kevin’s eyes shoot wide, and he has no idea what Vortex is going to do next. Vortex simply drags Kevin over to a corner and forces him to stare at something…a ladder.Vortex: Do you see that Kevin? DO YOU? Kevin nods apprehensively.Vortex: Good, that’s a ladder. That’s a ladder I haven’t used in a very long time. See instead of waiting for someone to be booked against me, or waiting for them to man up and challenge me themselves, I’m bringing this TO THEM. Kevin: W..what? Vortex: Samhain. At Samhain, I am going to ensure I get a ladder match for this title. Somewhere off in the distance the crowd cheers.Kevin: I think I’m the wrong person to be telling that too, I have no power to make that happen! Vortex tosses Kevin aside like a ragdoll and begins pacing the room.Vortex: Kevin, you are the media, your job is to hype this match up as much as possible. I’m sick and tired of waiting for a decent title defense, so therefore I guess I’m going to have to make one myself. It’s about time we bring recognition back to this title. Vortex looks down at Kevin who is simply looking at the floor, a little dazed from being tossed about.Vortex: Kevin, what the HELL are you doing? BLOG MAN! BLOG! I don’t care if you have to start some stupid fan contest to see who will face Vortex for his belt. Hell, I don’t care if you start such a contest and someone wins against me, then sells this damn thing on Ebay! Someone WILL be facing me at Samhain. Kevin begins to pull out his phone and do just that when Vortex walks by him and out the door screaming “I’m going to make banners!”. Kevin sits there in silence for a moment pondering the stability of the Entertainment Champion, and then he begins typing something on his phone as the camera fades to black.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:37:07 GMT -5
“PLAYING WITH THE BOYS” Credit: Jonny Spade, High Roller [He has stood on a pulpit in front of the masses and announced his presence. They took notice. Backstage all heads turn in the direction of the High Roller as he strolls past them. Is it curiosity or discontent that commands their attention? Perhaps it’s both or maybe it’s the dangerous curves that holds tightly onto his arm. Either way, he has become the talk of the town and recognizes that a huge bulls eye has now been painted onto his back as a result. Truth be told, deep down he hopes that someone will try to hit the center of it tonight so he can make it most clear that he is a man who lives up to his name, that his bite is worse than his bark. Unbeknownst to him, that moment is just around the corner though it will come in the form of brain over brawn. Sprawled out before him and his Lady Luck is a card table that is currently occupied by several members of the roster. Nothing brings the boys together like a game of poker after a long night in the ring and tonight around round of bonding is getting underway. Jonny Spade, The Southern Smashers and Gary take up four of the five seats. The other is empty, though not for long.] Jonny Spade: Howdy stranger, care for a little game of cards?High Roller: Mais, ya boys make me feel right at ‘ome! [Well if it is destined that his hands won’t be around some poor smuck’s neck tonight, they might as well be holding something familiar. Notoriety is nice. Money is even better.] High Roller: So what be the rules of dis here table?Jonny Spade: Seven card stud. Jacks or better to win.High Roller: Dat they are!Jonny Spade: What?High Roller: Nuttin. Place dem cards on the table and ante up, lets not keep da 52 waitin. [With a smile of a dozen used-car salesmen, Spade shuffles the cards and deals them out to the table. Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes turn into hours. Round and round they go as the moon moves far past the midnight hour. One by one the players bow out until only the strong survive. The Southern Smashers are lucky to leave the table with the shirts on their backs while Gary realizes he is going to have spend some more time looking up at the lights to have his wallet recover from tonight. Meanwhile the pot amasses until it towers high above the table, casting a shadow of greed upon the final two.] High Roller: Dats a whole lotta coin that be gonnin’ ‘ome wit one of us tonight, mon cher! Jonny Spade: I believe you mean going home with me tonight.High Roller: Mais! Mais! This boy not runnin’ short on confidence! I like dat! I like dat a lot! But you see, if confidence guaranteed ah winnin’ hand .....[There is nothing like the feeling of making someone eat crow and with the lowering of his cards onto the table, the Roller makes sure that Spade will be savoring its bitter aftertaste for quite some time to come.] High Roller: .... den all casinos would be outta’ business. And last time I check, da lights still be on in Vegas. Full ‘ouse. Read dem and weep, pod nah!Jonny Spade: Well, I am reading them. Though that weeping part? Nuh-uh. [Upon hearing Spade’s cocky reply the Roller does something he never, EVER does. He loses his poker face. In slow motion fashion, Spade lays his hand out in front of his opponent and takes the wind right out of his sails.] Jonny Spade: Four of a kind.High Roller: .....?!Jonnny Spade: Better luck next time, champ. High Roller: Beddah’ luck!? BEDDAH’ LUCK?![His loss is his gain. Seeing the Roller incensed over his loss makes the “Ace of Spade’s” spirts rise. That, and the big pot of money he pulls into his possession. He then walks away laughing, adding to the Roller’s ire which is nearing critical overload. With his pockets lighter for the first time since he can remember, he grabs hold of the card table and releases some pent up frustration upon it, wishing it was Jonny Spade all the while.] Lady Luck: Calm down, babe. Everyone has a bad hand sooner or later.High Roller: Beb, I don lose. I NEVAH lose! I smell me ah filthy cheater! [Where there is smoke there is fire. Roller smells the vapor trail of suspicion and follows it downwards to the underside of the table, now exposed upright for all to see. There, stuffed into a tight crevasse near one of the legs are playing cards, several aces to be exact. He angerly extracts them with his hand and gives them a good once over before reaching the following verdict.] Lady Luck: *Gasp!*High Roller: Mais, would you at dat! I thought dat boy ‘ad to ‘ave sumin’ undah da ‘able! Well Misure Spade, I dun reckon its time someone show you what ‘appens to cheatahs in ma town![FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:39:08 GMT -5
GENESIS Credit: ? ? ? ”Apocalypse” by Jesper Kid blasts over the speakers as the loud drums rumble the ground and the Latin vocals strike fear into the heart of the Emperor of the Ring audience just by their dark, ominous nature. Slinking out of the curtain on all fours like a serpent is an emerald-haired Gothic beauty that makes the fans unsure of whether to whistle or not. Their decision not to is validated as a good one as the thick steel chain around her neck is pulled out into full view with a tall, raven-haired man in dark black and blood red Celtic robes with a menacing expression on his face. The duo walk down to the ring with intent, the Gothic girl glaring at some fans and smiling sweetly at others to confuse them. As they approach the ring, the tall man takes the chain off of the young woman’s choker and sets her loose. She scrabbles her way up the apron and rolls quickly under the bottom rope, squatting on one knee off-centre of the ring as she stares into space with a childlike look in her eyes.
The tall man scales the ring steps slowly, his hands clasped and his head dropped low as he prays deeply for a few moments before finally climbing into the ring rather gracefully by vaulting over the top rope in the same vein as Victoria. Landing on both feet while the Gothic woman remains kneeled on the floor, the crowd aren’t sure what to make until the man himself declares his arrival.Draven Rook: “Ladies and gentleman... wrestling fans alike... I stand before ALL of you tonight as a humble servant... A humble servant with aims only to enlighten you! I stand before you here tonight at your Emperor of the Ring show and I proudly introduce myself to everyone of you people, my name is Father Draven Rook and I am a messenger, a messenger for our lord and saviour Jesus Christ!”The Christian demographic cheer his words, giving him something to grin about but he remains stone-faced throughout. His arms raise to the skies as he shouts “Jesus Christ!”, and though the Christians cheer he finds less sympathy from people of other religions and even less than that from the Atheists who start an “Asshole!” chant which quickly catches on. This does not amuse Draven, but he continues with his pre-written speech.Draven Rook: “Now, some of you will love me and some of you will hate me but it is not my role to care of your opinions of me. It is my sworn duty, under God to usher in a new era for ACW! One of peace, prosperity and one without sin!”Some question his motives now and when he takes a pause for a breather, he gets a confused “Ehrrrr” reaction from most of the audience.Draven Rook: “For too long, have the heathens of ACW been running wild. Later tonight, you’ll see a contest between two of the most despicable, disgusting, putrid men that are on the shortest fast-track to Hell that I’ve ever had to bare witness to! You will see the corrupt hearted, silver-tongued rat that makes his home in the wrestling ring as well as in City Hall... you will see none other than “Senator” Steve Phillips facing the gutter-mouthed giant Chris Phenomenal in what will surely be an eyesore that would make our Holy Father weep! Both of these men, regardless of who ends up victorious will have a fitting place for them in HELL!”The crowd boo now, seeing Draven for the truly hateful man that he is. It’s one thing to talk smack about a guy when you’ve just got in the ring for the first time, but to do it about a well-respected legend as Senator Steve Phillips? You’re just asking for people to hate you.Draven Rook: “Lilith? KILL.”Lilith’s ears perk up and her head snaps to look at her master. Upon hearing that dark, four lettered word uttered from his pale lips she springs to life darting underneath the bottom rope and making a b-line for backstage. Draven chuckles sinisterly as the crowd wonder where the young woman has gotten to. After her disappearance, Draven returns to speech.Draven Rook: “As a messenger for our lord, I bring news of a storm! A storm that comes towards the infrastructure of Alpha Championship Wrestling! The winds of change will soon gale and the oceans will rise as a sea of blood, washing away all of the non-believers that choose NOT to follow me! I see visions from God, visions that tell me who will sink to the bottom and drown in their own blood and who will swim! I see people like that anarchist Daniel White, filthy liar Steven Phillips and that gluttonous wrecking-ball Thunder Train drowning in a sea of flames for an eternity! The Church of Thunder Train lies on the consecrated ground of wherever the catering team decide to park their truck for the evening! Rest assured though, with you all as my congregation we shall STAND TRIUMPHANT over the foul contaminated spirits that wander these halls! We shall dismantle this place and rebuild it in my own image ONE MAN at a time! In between the infected harlots, the egomaniacs and the drug-abusing we shall stand tall until The Devil is CAST OUT from these hallowed halls of the Alpha Championship Wrestling arena! We-“LOUD, male-screaming can be heard from backstage combined with the sound of a wart-hog like snarling. The screaming sounds like the kinda’ scream you’d expect from someone who’s just fallen eye-first into a big-ass needle but as Lilith returns with her “prey” it appears that it’s not quite as bad as it sounds. Veteran ACW Jobber Gary however, is still looking worse for wear as he’s dragged along the floor by the powerful vixen Lilith.
When Gary had gotten dressed for the evening, he’d worn a charming white silk shirt with black chino trousers but now the poor challenged man was completely splattered in crimson all across his torso and on his face. The crowd couldn’t help but wince, as the blood was also located on Lilith smeared across her face as she gazed to Draven with a manic look in his eye.Draven Rook: “AH! My precious child, you have returned and with a victim! Excellent. BRING HIM TO ME!”As if she had any other intentions anyways. Nobody really knows what happened to Gary backstage, but his mangled body is dragged kicking and screaming towards the ring with malicious intentions. Already though due to bloodloss Gary is going drowsy and his resistance becomes less and less of a threat. Efficiently and quickly, Lilith rolls Gary onto his front and applies a pair of zebra fur handcuffs completely culling any future escape plans he had. She then rolls him underneath the bottom rope following suit as she drags him by his hair up to his knees at the centre of the ring. Draven, cane in hand stands tall over Gary who’s head droops down as he fails to fight passing out from bloodloss.Draven Rook: “Garrison... so glad you could join us! Wait a minute... what is THAT on his shirt?!”The response he gets is from Lilith in a low, earthy, seductive voice with a slight indication of a hiss.Lilith Dormieux: “Blood... father.”Draven Rook: “How DARE YOU!”Lilith’s eyes go wide in shock and she flinches, in the process yanking Gary’s head back burning his eyes on the bright spotlight. She freezes up as Draven boils in rage, his calm demeanour being replaced with that of a snarl to match Lilith’s. Blood drips down from Gary’s mangled face and splatters on the mat. Gary winces at the burning rays of the spotlight right in his retina. Draven looks at Lilith with a dark smile.Draven Rook: “My child, my rage is not directed at you. You are a faithful follower and for that, you have my mercy. It is with the boy that the issue is raised. He has spilt his filthy blood on blessed ground! The wrestling ring is my church, and this grotesque audience is my congregation! On thy feet, Garrison!”Lilith aids the process along by using the handcuffs to manipulate Gary onto his feet. His balance is thrown almost immediately but Lilith supports his weight as Draven measures him up, glancing at his cane in the process. Draven clasps his hands together and bows his head.Draven Rook: “By this holy cane and by your precious blood, wash away all of young Garrison’s sins o Lord... AMEN!”And with that, the cane is driven full force towards the head of Gary. The tip of the cane smashes into his head and he crumples like an accordion, hitting the mat with an unpleasant thud. Draven twirls the cane in his fingers as he looks at Gary who lays wide-eyed and motionless on his side, barely breathing after the brutal assault by the malicious duo. Draven observes the tip of his cane noticing a slight spatter of blood on it. A cloth is quickly whipped out from his robes and polishes the tip removing it of the blood. “Apocalypse” by Jesper Kyd hits as the crazed couple depart the ring.McNally: ”Umm... what just happened?!”Edison: ”I just... I... they messed up Gary!”McNally: ”The two new faces here, Draven Rook and Lilith Dormieux have most certainly put the roster on notice with the strange relationship these two have! It’s crazy! There’s so many questions posed by this couple, I honestly don’t know where to start!”Edison: ”I’m sure we’ll find out in the coming weeks!”The duo leave without another word leaving the audience to jeer and boo as Gary is left for dead in the middle of the ring with blood still pouring heavily. Lilith really did a number on him, that’s for certain and Draven truly finished off the job. The daunting prospect truly was Draven’s words, that the storm is yet to come.FADE ((Credit obviously goes to Draven Rook, as does the phone conversation earlier in the show.))
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:40:12 GMT -5
Match 6: Emperor of the Ring Final Dave Shadow vs. Jack Jefferson (Credit: Torak)
Emperor of the Ring Final Dave Shadow vs Jack Jefferson (Credit: Torak)
A low rumbling, the pulsing beat on your ear drums as anticipation hits. What we all came here tonight to see, the raison d’être of this evening, the Emperor of the Ring final, is about to begin – signalled by Phillip Jones meandering to his usual spot in the ring, poised to introduce the bout. For those who aren’t entirely excited about the prospect of finding out this year’s Emperor, we knew you’d be here, so we thought we’d hit you with this:
The attention of all in attendance is diverted to the Alphatron, undoubtedly not for the first time tonight and probably not the last. Those watching at home have no choice in the matter and are spoon fed the introduction to a promotional vignette.
The guy who is seemingly the voice-over artist for every hollywood horror movie that has ever been made, or at least, a capable impressionist, begins to growl over a slow moving compilation of footage consisting of various ACW stars in the midst of battle. The footage is in black and white, of course, and a slow, tingling melody forms a backdrop of hardship, ecstasy and agony over a long journey.
“Sixteen Men. Battling for four merciless weeks. Putting their bodies and their careers on the line through three arduous rounds of competition. All for ONE ultimate prize. To be crowned the one and only, the true – Emperor of the Ring.”
Each flashing only briefly on screen, one at a time; Andrew Starr; Jonny Spade; The Red Panther; Michael Smart; Anthony Kalb; Chris Phenomenal; and VorteX. All are portrayed in their lonely moment of failure, the exact moment that they acknowledged their journey had come to an abrupt and disappointing conclusion. It’s a miserable sight. The shot lingers on the depressed face of a young fan who is seemingly distraught at the exit from the tournament by his idol.
Suddenly, the music picks up into an optimistic and inspiring symphony.
“Jack Jefferson”
Footage of a zoomed in shot of Jefferson making his way to the ring is soon frozen and his name is superimposed over the image.
“Dave Shadow”
Shadow is shown antagonizing the crowd, taunting them from the ring. An arrogant grin is etched onto his face as it pauses and his name is stenciled onto the shot.
“Two men have cleared every hurdle placed before them…”
As the voice-over continues the clip replays the final scene of Shadow’s victory over The Red Panther, hitting the explosive Blink, leaving his opponent down for the count. It then runs the elusive footage of Jefferson beating Michael Smart.
“Both men have gone the distance…”
Jefferson is shown hitting his quick knee life to neckbreaker on Jonny Spade that sealed his position in the Semi-Final before we are transitioned to Shadow celebrating his win over Chris Phenomenal.
“Now, they only stand in each others’ way…”
Anthony Kalb was powerless to resist Jefferson’s progression to the final, as shown by the next piece of footage, while VorteX is the one consolidating after losing to his rival, Shadow in the Semi-Final.
“Who will be crowned…”
The two, both shown celebrating, are welded together into one shot as the voice deepens to an ominous grumble.
“Emperor – of the Ring…?”
Heavy metal hijacks the booming orchestra and roars a momentous, raging riff whilst every heavy drum strike synchronizes perfectly with the copious amount of footage accumulated from previous matches containing the finalists. Having met in the ring on more than a handful of occasions, including a feud involving their respective partners, there is no shortage of footage of the pair dishing out punishment to each other. Could this be a precedent being set for the forthcoming bout? We can only hope so.
Finally, the music drowns in its own magnificence and begins to fade. The final shot is of last year’s Emperor, Jay Zero, celebrating his glorious victory in the ACW ring.
The bell rings, cutting through the tension building in the arena. Phillip, almost nervously, booms through the microphone.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the Alpha Championship Wrestling Emperor of the Ring Final!”
“Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.
“Introducing first, from Manchester, England. Weighing in at Two-hundred and Nineteen pounds, Jack Jefferson!”
Jack climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, awaiting the entrance of Dave Shadow.
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.
“ and his opponent, making his way to the ring from Drogheda, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds, he is the current Alpha Championship Wrestling International Champion – Dave Shadow!”
Shadow opts against entering the ring immediately, instead deciding to make his way around the battleground, almost as if he is surveying the scene, mapping out his match strategy. His real motive soon becomes clear as he unstraps his International Championship belt and positions it carefully on the time-keepers’ desk. He turns to face Jefferson, who is poised patiently focused in the middle of the ring while Maxwell McNally helpfully points out that Jefferson has the advantage in the head-to-head encounters, picking up victory of Dave Shadow in their only one-on-one encounter, albeit only via disqualification. This perhaps makes Shadow slightly more hesitant about the match, not wanting to drop another loss to Jefferson, especially in such a crucial match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:41:36 GMT -5
Shadow finally slides into the ring, trying to catch Jefferson off-guard, but JJ is quick and immediately begins pounding on him with right hands as the bell rings to initiate the contest. Jefferson attempts to whip Shadow, but Shadow blocks and holds his ground. However, Jefferson closes in and sets Shadow up for the Blizzard Suplex, his devastating Waist-Clutch Exploder, but Shadow desperately battles out of the move with some stiff elbows to the head, sending Jefferson backwards on his heels. Shadow then lurches towards him and looks to hit the Blink…but Jefferson manages to block it by staying on his feet. Working quickly and deftly, Jefferson twists Shadow around and ends up holding him in a Butterfly lock. Jefferson lifts and appears to be attempting his trademark Double Underhook Backbreaker, but Shadow drops out and lands on his feet before launching himself up, impressively, and wrapping his legs around the head of Jefferson and bringing him down with a standard Hurricanrana. The move leads into the first cover as Shadow holds the Rana cover and the referee drops to count. He makes it to two before Jefferson counters by pulling Shadow down onto his back and holding a double leg cradle. The referee resets himself and once again reaches two before Shadow is able to roll out of the pin, clutch both of Jeffersons’ legs and flip over into a Jackknife hold. Jefferson’s slight weight and subsequent strength advantage pays dividends as he is able to force himself upwards before the referee can reach another two count. Still connected in a bridge position, the men reach their feet and turn to face each other before Jefferson rolls Shadow up into a Small package. The referee drops to his knees again and counts to two before Shadow manages to lever the pin in his favour, so the referee begins to count again, reaching two before Jefferson reverts the ball of flesh back into his court, eliciting another two count. Once more, Shadow manages to balance the hold so that he is covering Jefferson and as the referee reaches two, he eventually breaks the move by kicking out.
McNally: And both men come out all guns blazing in this highly anticipated contest, both looking to score the early fall. We could be in for a wild ride in this match.
Edison: Can you imagine if this match had just finished right there?
An insane start to the highly hyped match leaves the fans breathless after just a few moments. The tactics of both men appeared to be to go for the Jugular and end the match early, but neither man is going to waiver early one. They both acknowledge this fact as they get to their feet.
They both tie up and vie for the advantage, edging back and forth, treading nearly every inch of the canvas. They break, as neither man seems to be able to bleed out an advantage but they only back-away for a second before locking up at the shoulders again. They stagger around the ring hooked at the collars like some insane rural folk dance, neither really looking like having superior advantage over the other.
Finally, Jefferson seems to take the initiative and cruelly stamps on the feet of his foe and forces Shadow back to the ropes. With nowhere else to go, Jefferson whips the International Champion across the ring and motions to meet him in the centre. When they reconvene, Jefferson hits a decent dropkick to the face of Shadow, sending him down to the mat. Jefferson does not let the opportunity loose and immediately pulls his opponent to his feet., delivering a few more right hands to the temple. He leads him to the corner and bashes his head against the top turnbuckle.
It is then that Jefferson notices Shadow’s bare chest. It is very alluring to his intentions to bestow as much punishment to the man standing in his way for Emperorship. He cocks back before unleashing a stinging knife edge chop to the inviting sternum of the Irishman. The thunderous smack inevitably provokes a chorus of “Whooooooo’s” from the fans at ringside. It also provokes a retaliation from Shadow, who responds with a knife edge chop of his own to the equally bare chest of Jefferson, who reels in agony from the shot. Another “Whooooooo!” does nothing to ease the pain.
Angered, Jefferson lashes back with another knife edge chop, landing it in the same general area as the last one, causing Shadow to wince. He isn’t going to let it lie, though, as he returns another knife edge chop, right below the clavicle. Jefferson, reeling backwards, giving Shadow some breathing space, sends back another chop. Shadow’s reply is predictable.
The two continue to exchange stiff knife edge chops to the chest, back and forth, swinging backhands as if they were competing at Wimbledon. Those counting at home manage to rack up at least twelve shots each and while the noise from the crowd is starting to resemble an ambulance siren, both men call it a truce and put a stop to the scapula torture.
McNally: An exchange of knife edge chops from both men.
Edison: It’s give and take in this match, so far!
Looking like they’ve both pulled on a red vest each, both men are fully aware that the crowd are lapping this all up. It’s no secret that neither Jefferson or Shadow are not exactly revered in ACW, so the last thing either man wants to do is entertain the crowd. They are there for themselves – for the title of Emperor of the Ring.
Jefferson approaches Shadow, but walks straight into a jaw splitting European Uppercut. Not wanting his rival to fight back, Shadow grabs Jefferson by the head and delivers a right hand to subdue him, then proceeds to force him into the corner. There, Shadow begins stomping away at Jefferson, as the referee flutters irritatingly near, ordering Shadow to stop. He continues anyway, putting the boots into the cornered Jefferson until the referee seriously threatens disqualification – only then obliging to lead the attack away from the turnbuckle. He pulls Jefferson more central and whips him across the ring. As Jefferson returns he tries to anticipate the next move, but Shadow is wily and drops down into a low dropkick, connecting with the knee of Jack.
With Jack grounded, Shadow puts some more boots into the upper body, especially the back, of Jefferson. When he notices Jefferson starting to push himself to his feet, he attempts to maintain control of the situation and pulls him up to his feet. Shadow puts his arm around Jefferson’s shoulder, as if he is his best buddy in the world. But there’s no affection here as Shadow is clearly looking for a Russian Leg Sweep. Jefferson has the presence of mind, however, to battle out with some back elbows to the face. As Shadow releases his hold, Jefferson hits a quick leg lariat. Shadow staggers backwards but remains on his feet. Jefferson hits another leg lariat, once again only knocking Shadow backwards a step or two. Finally, Shadow charges at Jefferson and walks into another leg lariat. Shadow’s own momentum sends him crashing to the mat and the early advantage of this match swings in Jefferson’s favour.
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