Post by scrawn on Jan 7, 2006 17:46:14 GMT -5
So with Biff ‘knocked out’, Wolf on the outside, and Uriel down on the floor, it’s down to Beau James and Memnoch. Memnoch tries a kick but Beau catches the foot. Memnoch tries to complete the Enziguri but Beau manages to duck, kicking Memnoch in the stomach and hitting the Stalling DDT! He covers the leg and there’s a ‘1-2-3’, but it’s not coming from a source that Beau would have wanted. The crowd’s efforts are meaningless, and even more so as a jeer emerges from one section of the arena. The jeers get louder and louder as two men appear from the crowd, and jump the barricade. Wolf tries to fight the two back, but he’s no match for the numbers game, and they whip him into the steel steps. Eddie then grabs a steel chair and whacks Beau over the head, who at this point is still very confused at what’s happening. Eddie and Toni leave the ring, but suddenly a camera points to Biff, who clearly nods his head in approval. The fans aren’t sure whether to cheer or boo as Memnoch crawls over to make the cover on Beau, but Biff makes the count nonetheless: 1…2…3. The fans are still split over the debate on whether or not to cheer or boo, so the announcement is made with complete silence.
Philip: Here are your winners, and still Junior Tag Team champions…The Lost Boys!
Memnoch rolls out of the ring, dragging Uriel along with him and quickly grabbing the titles, intending for a quick exit. Biff, however is now standing in the center of the ring, with a steel chair in hand. He asks for a microphone, but before he cans speak he is forced to wait several seconds for the booing and jeering to finish.
Biff: Well I gotta hand it to you bros, you nearly, oh so nearly managed to win them tag titles, but once again, it proves to be too little too late.
The fans boo again as Biff looks at Beau James, who is lying out cold in the middle of the ring. Biff teases around with the steel chair, contemplating on whether or not to use it. Be unbeknownst to him, Wolf is on his feet, and has snuck around the ring so that he’s right behind where Biff is standing. Biff looks at the chair again, and then looks at Beau James again.
Biff: You know Beau, you should never have come to my town.
Biff lifts the chair up, and swings it down. Minus the chair. The fans go nuts as Biff suddenly goes cold, and slowly places a hand behind him. He feels flesh, and closes his eyes, gulping. He slowly turns around, opening his eyes to reveal Wolf, and Biff attempts to dart away, only for Wolf to grab him by the throat! Wolf grabs the microphone, holding it close to his mouth.
Wolf: So it comes to this, eh? The time when I finally have my chance of complete and utter revenge. In my hand I hold the single item that cost our team the Junior Tag Team titles. But I would worry if I was you. The Goodfellas have been dealt with already. I had D-Train set backstage to catch that little worm the Glamour Boy. They failed. Then again, it’s hard to succeed when your only accomplice is sitting on the Rio de Jenero beach, having just spent $10,000 on cosmetic facial surgery.
The crowd laughs, as a drop of sweat drips off Biff’s forehead.
Wolf: But it’s not happening tonight. However at Ragnarok, we shall engage in a little competition in the spirit of the gimmick for the PPV. We shall both have a team of five, including ourselves obviously. There will be elimination rules, with an official ACW referee, and an official ACW timekeeper and enforcers. And the match has already been sanctioned by Chairman Gingerdude. So if you have any problems…
Wolf shoves Biff away, and Biff falls to the ground in fear.
Wolf: …Shut up!
The fans are mixed with laughter and cheering, clearly remembering Wolf’s old catchphrase as he continues to confront Biff.
Wolf: So let me leave you something to remind yourself of this night…
Wolf prepares to swing the chair down on Biff, but suddenly Beau wakes up, giving Biff a low blow. Biff sinks to his knees, before Wolf grabs him around the neck and delivers a brilliant one-handed chokeslam.
Wolf: See you at Ragnarok, bitch.
’Mongolian Wolf Star’ hits, with Wolf and Beau looking proud of their work. They may not have captured the Junior Tag Titles, but their work tonight just opens the door to a huge amount of questions…
Who will turn out for either side at Ragnarok?
Which Santana will prevail, and which will fail?
And who are next for the Lost Boys?
The end of the World begins its countdown. 21 days remain…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
OOC: Special thanks to Jonny, Senator and Tornado for helping me write the show/contribute segments.
Philip: Here are your winners, and still Junior Tag Team champions…The Lost Boys!
Memnoch rolls out of the ring, dragging Uriel along with him and quickly grabbing the titles, intending for a quick exit. Biff, however is now standing in the center of the ring, with a steel chair in hand. He asks for a microphone, but before he cans speak he is forced to wait several seconds for the booing and jeering to finish.
Biff: Well I gotta hand it to you bros, you nearly, oh so nearly managed to win them tag titles, but once again, it proves to be too little too late.
The fans boo again as Biff looks at Beau James, who is lying out cold in the middle of the ring. Biff teases around with the steel chair, contemplating on whether or not to use it. Be unbeknownst to him, Wolf is on his feet, and has snuck around the ring so that he’s right behind where Biff is standing. Biff looks at the chair again, and then looks at Beau James again.
Biff: You know Beau, you should never have come to my town.
Biff lifts the chair up, and swings it down. Minus the chair. The fans go nuts as Biff suddenly goes cold, and slowly places a hand behind him. He feels flesh, and closes his eyes, gulping. He slowly turns around, opening his eyes to reveal Wolf, and Biff attempts to dart away, only for Wolf to grab him by the throat! Wolf grabs the microphone, holding it close to his mouth.
Wolf: So it comes to this, eh? The time when I finally have my chance of complete and utter revenge. In my hand I hold the single item that cost our team the Junior Tag Team titles. But I would worry if I was you. The Goodfellas have been dealt with already. I had D-Train set backstage to catch that little worm the Glamour Boy. They failed. Then again, it’s hard to succeed when your only accomplice is sitting on the Rio de Jenero beach, having just spent $10,000 on cosmetic facial surgery.
The crowd laughs, as a drop of sweat drips off Biff’s forehead.
Wolf: But it’s not happening tonight. However at Ragnarok, we shall engage in a little competition in the spirit of the gimmick for the PPV. We shall both have a team of five, including ourselves obviously. There will be elimination rules, with an official ACW referee, and an official ACW timekeeper and enforcers. And the match has already been sanctioned by Chairman Gingerdude. So if you have any problems…
Wolf shoves Biff away, and Biff falls to the ground in fear.
Wolf: …Shut up!
The fans are mixed with laughter and cheering, clearly remembering Wolf’s old catchphrase as he continues to confront Biff.
Wolf: So let me leave you something to remind yourself of this night…
Wolf prepares to swing the chair down on Biff, but suddenly Beau wakes up, giving Biff a low blow. Biff sinks to his knees, before Wolf grabs him around the neck and delivers a brilliant one-handed chokeslam.
Wolf: See you at Ragnarok, bitch.
’Mongolian Wolf Star’ hits, with Wolf and Beau looking proud of their work. They may not have captured the Junior Tag Titles, but their work tonight just opens the door to a huge amount of questions…
Who will turn out for either side at Ragnarok?
Which Santana will prevail, and which will fail?
And who are next for the Lost Boys?
The end of the World begins its countdown. 21 days remain…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
OOC: Special thanks to Jonny, Senator and Tornado for helping me write the show/contribute segments.