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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:08:51 GMT -5
Match #3: Wyvern vs. Sean Nichols – 2/3 Falls Match (Credit: Wyvern)
As the night continues here, the hostility between Fallout and ACW is coming to a head, as the upcoming match has illustrated how blown out of proportion the animosity has become. From the initial spats between Sean Nichols and Wyvern occurred, no one saw what would end up transpiring. That is, until the relations between ACW and Fallout feel apart, and that became the turning point for this feud. Both men became vicious towards each other, starting with Nichols spearing Wyvern off of a entrance ramp, Wyvern responding a week later by smashing a full bottle of champagne over Nichols head as Nichols sought to ruin Wyvern’s birthday, not to mention Nichols abducting Wyvern, looking to bury the ACW veteran alive. However, now that all the cards are laid down, there’s little to no room for words, as Iris Yoon heads into the ring to announce the impending match.
Iris: The following contest is a two out of three falls match! The first person to earn two falls wins the match, and the loser of the match is bound to a Fallout contract indefinitely. Introducing first, from ACW, Wyyyyvern!
”Trip Like I Do” hits the P.A., and almost immediately the crowd turns hostile. However, there are a sizeable amount of Wyvern and ACW supporters here, as they fight back by launching a raucous cheer as well. Wyvern emerges from the entranceway, as he looks around at the spectacle before him. Tonight’s amongst the biggest night of his career, and it doesn’t help a full cup of beer nearly hits him. Wyvern shrugs off the projectile, as he makes his way down to the ring solemnly, focusing on what could very well be his last moment as part of the ACW, in the event he were to lose.
Fisher: Did you get a load of this guy? He’s too arrogant to even pay any mind to the loyal Fallout fans! Bardo, this guy is a jerk!
Bardo: I wouldn’t go that far. Sure, he’s from ACW, but he’s a very established veteran there. Sean Nichols will definitely have his hands full here tonight.
Fisher: Yeah, well…I’ll believe what I see. This guy reeks of suckiness.
Bardo: Suckiness? Fisher, is this any way related to truthiness?
Fisher: No. In fact, Wyvern is going to be in for the fight of his life, and you know what? He’s going down, mark my words.
Wyvern climbs into the ring, and begins to stretch a little bit before Nichols is introduced. Wyvern is clearly dead set on performing to his fullest here tonight, as evidenced by his serious demeanor. Wyvern backs into his corner, as the lights dim, and as the crowd roars loudly for his enemy.
Iris: And his opponent, representing Fallout, hailing from Madison, Wisconsin, Seeeeean Niiiiichols!
”Just Because” hits the P.A., and the crowd can’t get any louder, as Nichols emerges from the entranceway, brimming from ear to ear with his arrogance-filled confidence. He rips off his sunglasses, throwing them into the crowd, as he stares at Wyvern down from the entranceway. The two glare at each other, as Nichols whips up a wild “Nichols” chant, in an attempt to demoralize and draw the ire of Wyvern.
Fisher: Now, this is the reason for the season, the 24/7 highlight reel, Sean Nichols!
Bardo: Can’t disagree with you there. Nichols has established himself on the independent circuit over the past year, and is definitely a colossal acquisition for Fallout.
Fisher: Wyvern is in deep trouble here tonight, because Nichols has his number.
Bardo: While Nichols is on home turf, let’s not rule out Wyvern. However, both men have a cavalcade of talent within themselves, and coupled with the emotions both men have, this should be one for the history books.
Fisher: Whose side are you on?!
Nichols sprints down the aisle, and slides into the ring. He moves straight up to Wyvern, and begins to jaw off immediately with the ACW veteran. The referee has to pull Nichols away, to keep order here tonight. The referee checks both competitors, and after confirming both men are not carrying anything illegal, he signals for the bell!
Bell rings.
The crowd here is going wild, as the two former allies stare each other down from across the ring. Everything has led up to this decisive encounter between Wyvern and Nichols, and the atmosphere here definitely reflects it. Strong back and forth chants of “Let’s go Wyvern” and “Let’s go Nichols” threaten to drown out the announcing team on hand here tonight. And before one could bat an eye, Wyvern and Nichols rush each other, and begin to trade blows in the middle of the ring. Wyvern catches Nichols right away with a jab to the midsection, but Nichols quickly retorts with an uppercut to Wyvern’s face. The two begin to make day traders on Wall Street look weak, in comparison to the massive amount of transactions between the two. The referee steps in to pull Wyvern and Nichols apart, in hopes of not having this match already degenerate into a boxing match. Initially, the crowd boos this injunction vehemently, but they quickly subside upon coming to their senses. Wyvern and Nichols waste no time, wiping their faces off before leaping back into the fray, locking up into their first grapple of the night. Right away, the two men have their arms up in the air, trying to force the other man down. Wyvern and Nichols are literally pressing their heads against each other, in an attempt to gain leverage. Nichols loses some ground after a right knee from Wyvern, but he fights right back with his notorious skill at dealing with adversity. Within mere moments, Nichols stuns Wyvern by forcing him to a knee. Nichols begins to shout threats at Wyvern, as a red-faced Wyvern begins to shake as a result of adrenaline and anger fusing together.
Fisher: See? Wyvern is already succumbing to the power that is Sean Nichols. I tell you, we need to crank merchandise out for this blue-chipper! Get Biff on the horn now, Bardo!
Bardo: While impressive, Nichols hasn’t put away Wyvern. However, Nichols’ confidence may come back to bite him…like right now.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:09:10 GMT -5
As Nichols turns his head to taunt to the supporters of Wyvern, Wyvern surges back up to his feet, and swings behind Nichols and delivers a German suplex…no! Sean backflips out of it, and charges Wyvern, but Wyvern retorts with a lightning-quick armdrag. Wyvern slaps Nichols into a sit-down sleeperhold, as the crowd roars in approval of the burst of action here so far. Nichols throws his arms up right away, out of instinct of reacting to the submission. Nichols rolls, and manages to shed Wyvern’s hold. As the two get back up to their feet, Nichols looks downright frustrated at Wyvern, while Wyvern looks to have some of Nichols’ confidence rubbing off on him. Nichols rushes Wyvern, and surprises the wily veteran with a textbook spear. Nichols then mounts Wyvern, and begins to pound on him with lefts and rights, until the referee intervenes via making a five-count, which Nichols obliges with. Nichols picks Wyvern up by the hair, and delivers a hefty yet lightweight haymaker to the former International champion. Wyvern shrinks back, as Nichols runs the nearby ropes and delivers a beautiful running bulldog, slamming Wyvern’s body down to the mat. Nichols pauses to catch his breath, as Wyvern plays damage control, allowing himself to relax to prevent making a crucial error before recovering. After a few moments, Nichols apparently feels rejuvenated by his recess, as he moves towards Wyvern menacingly, looking to launch a strike on Wyvern that will set the tone of the rest of the match. As he reaches to pull Wyvern up by the hair yet again, the earth below Nichols’ feet seems to slide away, as Wyvern sparks to life and rips Nichols’ legs from their position, as he springs up, and locks in the Deus Ex Machina!
Bardo: Here it is, the Deus Ex Machina, the high rise sasorigatame, which has won Wyvern so many matches in the past.
Fisher: No! No! No! This isn’t happening!
Bardo: Wyvern has the infamous submission applied, and mind you, this has put away a fair share of opponents in its existence. Nichols is in trouble right now, Fisher. He needs to find a way out of the hold, but it looks like nothing is presented to him.
Fisher: No…wait! Yes! Wyvern just got knocked off by Nichols! WOO-HOO! Score one for the good guys!
As Nichols forces Wyvern off of him and through the ropes to the outside, the crowd expels a collective gasp, as Wyvern tumbles precariously on the upper neck region on the outside. Nichols looks rather on edge following the very dangerous situation he was in, as he slowly exits the ring. He moves over to where Wyvern is getting up very slowly, as he picks Wyvern up immediately upon getting to him, slamming Wyvern’s face into the apron. Wyvern reels back, and tries to elbow his way away from his assailant, but Nichols dodges the elbow, and responds with a front falling Russian legsweep. Nichols rolls back up to his feet, as the referee begins to admonish Nichols for promoting the activity on the outside, but Nichols ignores the warning, as he stomps away on Wyvern’s neck. Following a few good stomps, he picks Wyvern up, and whips Wyvern towards the steel ring post. Wyvern tries to dodge the post, but clips his legs on the steel steps as he tries to clear the dangerous spot. He plants into the floor viciously, as the crowd can be audibly cringing from the blow. Nichols grins to himself, exclaiming how easy this has been. He moves over to Wyvern, and picks him up yet again, but this time to throw Wyvern into the ring.
Bardo: Well, at least we’ve avoided one fall arising from a petty count-out.
Fisher: We’ll take them when we can get them, Bardo. Cliff Mortimer is in league with the enemy!
Bardo: C’mon now, be reasonable. Let’s do this the honorable way.
The referee looks rather relieved that he doesn’t need to take action against Nichols, as Nichols climbs up the ring steps, and storms into the ring. He drops a quick elbow onto Wyvern, and with the elbow drop, earns the enmity of the crowd, as if he hadn’t before. He gets back up, and notes the people who are booing him, and smirks at a few of them, before snapping back to what he was doing. He stomps on Wyvern’s neck a little bit more, trying to weaken his neck. Wyvern tries to move out of the way, but he finds difficulty avoiding the stomps from Nichols. Nichols relents a bit, as Wyvern begins to move more and more, as he picks Wyvern back up, but to his dismay, Nichols falls victim to a well-timed jab to the midsection from Wyvern. Upon impact, Nichols hunches over, as a very groggy Wyvern leans against the ropes, and responds to Nichols with a brutal Yakuza kick! Nichols is down on the mat, as Wyvern stumbles to a corner, and tries to gain strength back. Nichols is slow to get up, largely in part to his underestimation of Wyvern’s ability to floor him after his assault on the former Fallen Heroes winner. Wyvern moves in on Sean, with a little bit more composure, as he grapples Sean, and lifts Sean up for a snap suplex. He flips Sean over, and locks in a cross STF, which the crowd boos at first, until they realize John Cena is nowhere to be found. Nichols reaches for the ropes, desperate to break the hold, figuring out the hard way that you don’t want to be on the wrong end of a submission by Wyvern. However, Nichols can’t take it much longer, as his hand repeatedly slaps the canvas, conceding to defeat…only to have the referee break up the hold.
Fisher: NO!!! WAIT…YESSSSS!
Bardo: What a remarkable break for Sean Nichols. He had tapped out, but due to his leg being on the ropes, it saves Sean for the moment. What a fortunate break for the Fallout member.
Fisher: GO TEAM!
Confused at first, both competitors find out Sean’s leg draped onto the ropes at the immediate point of Sean tapping out, thus it was ruled a rope break. The crowd has a mixed reaction here, as the Fallout crowd clearly has a vested interest in getting both men on their shows, not to mention having Fallout win a decisive battle for supremacy. Sean gets back up, as a slightly disappointed Wyvern rests for a moment, taking time to get his hair out of his face. Sean gets to his senses, and decides to play a little defense here, as Wyvern moves in on him with a grapple. Sean slips behind Wyvern almost immediately, as he snares Wyvern’s head into a facelock from behind. Sean starts to charge the ropes.
Fisher: Here it comes, Bardo! The ECHOPLEX!
Bardo: This move is known to put people away for the count, and this time doesn’t look any differe—no. Wyvern flips out of it.
Fisher: Why must he torment us?! NO!
Narrowly dodging the Echoplex, Wyvern takes a moment to surprise Nichols with a leaping dropkick. The force sends Nichols straight into a corner. Wyvern follows him to the corner and begins to wail away at Nichols with thundering chops. He then whips Nichols into the opposite corner and delivers a stinger splash! Nichols stumbles forward from the blow, as Wyvern runs the ropes parallel to him, and levels Nichols square in the face with a handspring dropkick! Nichols is down and out, as Wyvern makes the first cover of the night.
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Kickout by Nichols, who rolls his shoulder up at the last instant. Wyvern forces Nichols back onto the mat, and attempts a second pin.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:09:39 GMT -5
Kickout by Nichols again. Wyvern realizes Nichols isn’t going down this easy, as he picks him up. Once at a standing base, Nichols sluggishly throws a few punches at Wyvern. Wyvern sidesteps the punches, as he wraps behind Nichols and nails a side suplex, dropping Nichols on his upper back. Getting up, Wyvern pulls Nichols towards the middle of the ring once again, as he crosses Nichols’ legs for the Deus Ex Machina!
Fisher: Not again! C’mon Nichols!!!
Bardo: Wyvern’s almost got the hold hooked on…no. Nichols kicks Wyvern away, and Wyvern is sent face first into the turnbuckle post.
Fisher: There we go! It’s all downhill from here for Wyvern. This is Nichols’ territory now.
Nichols forces Wyvern straight into the turnbuckle, and unfortunately for the wily veteran, his balance is completely thrown off from being in a kneeling position. He launches headfirst into the turnbuckle, as he misses the pads and hits metal post straight on, as a large collective groan from the crowd can be heard, empathizing with Wyvern’s pain.
Bardo: That’s going to hurt in the morning, Wyvern’s going to have a hard time recovering.
Fisher: Stick the fork in him, he’s done!
Given plenty of time to recover, Nichols climbs up to his feet. Noticing Wyvern down and out on the turnbuckle, Nichols grins from ear to ear, knowing his bitter rival is helpless at the moment. Nichols backs up to the opposite corner of the ring, where he taunts at Wyvern, mocking Wyvern’s mannerisms, which not surprisingly only draws a couple of boos. Nichols laughs at Wyvern, who apparently is busted open pretty well, judging by the splattering forming on the canvas. Nichols looks around and gestures to all the fans in attendance here tonight, as he motions towards Wyvern.
Bardo: What’s Nichols signaling for?
Fisher: I think he’s going to put the hurt on Wyvern here.
Bardo: I think you’re right, for once, Fisher.
Fisher: Here it goes!!!
Without any more prompting, Nichols rushes forward and levels Wyvern with a jumping dropkick, which sends Wyvern’s head back into the post one more time. Nichols flips to land on his feet, drawing a huge pop from the Fallout supporters. He picks up Wyvern, and without much a struggle, locks him in an inverted front face lock, as he charges the ropes for leverage, as he cranks back, and executes the Echoplex! Wyvern slams face first into the mat, and this one looks like an easily gained pinfall for Nichols, as he makes the cover.
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Iris: Seeeean Niiiichols has won the first pinfall!
Fisher: YES! We won, we won!
Bardo: Wait, hold on. Remember, this is a 2/3 falls match, Fisher.
Fisher: What?! Ah, man!
Bardo: However, Nichols has got the definite advantage here. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched to see him sweep the next fall.
As Nichols celebrates the first pinfall, he hovers over Wyvern, and begins to add insult to injury over Wyvern by slapping Wyvern repeatedly across the face. Wyvern’s face at this point is smeared with blood, resembling a beaten and downtrodden warrior that’s nearly expelled his last breath. Nichols picks Wyvern up, and puts him on the ropes. Nichols stops to take a look at him, as he laughs to himself. He signs to the crowd that Wyvern is nothing, and that he’ll soon be a curtain jerker on Fallout! The crowd roars in approval as Nichols chuckles once more. With a great amount of confidence, he takes Wyvern and starts to wail on him with chops and kicks, battering and bruising the hapless superstar into a corner. Nichols throws a wicked haymaker across Wyvern’s jaw, and then relents, as he gets a devilish idea. He hoists Wyvern up onto the turnbuckle, as he climbs up after him. He grasps Wyvern’s head, looking for another Echoplex! He lifts…but Wyvern holds still! He tries to lift again, but this time Wyvern manages to blast him in the midsection with an elbow. Sean is stunned for a moment, until Wyvern connects with a backhand to Sean’s face. Nichols falls back off of the turnbuckle, landing on his feet. He charges the turnbuckle, but Wyvern hops up at the right moment. Nichols spins around, looking for Wyvern, but he manages to exacerbate his situation, as Wyvern lands right on his shoulders, as Wyvern executes a beautiful hurricanrana, as he holds on for a pin attempt as the crowd goes wild!
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NO! Kickout by Nichols!
Fisher: My heart just stopped right there…what’s going on with Nichols?! Bardo: An excellent hurricanrana by Wyvern is what happened, and it’s definitely a sign from Wyvern that he isn’t going down without a fight. However, Nichols is a resilient man himself – it’ll take more than lucha moves to bring him down.
As Nichols shocks Wyvern by kicking out, the crowd can’t believe what they’re seeing – a contest where nothing seems to be set in stone, especially given Wyvern’s surge of desperation energy. Nichols and Wyvern both get up to a standing base, and stare each other down at mid-ring. The crowd begins to surge with chants for both men, as supporters of Nichols want him to finish Wyvern off right here and now, while the loyal Wyvern supporters know that he’s never down and out. The two look each other in the eye, with looks that would annihilate the other if looks could kill. Nichols snaps at Wyvern, and shoves the veteran violently. Wyvern stands his ground as he turns from Nichols for a moment, before surprising Nichols by spitting blood in his face, from the blood that has dripped down Wyvern’s face! This angers Nichols, as he charges Wyvern, as the two engage in yet another massive exchange of punches. It looks very similar to a full-fledged street fight, as the two let go of their inhibitions, beating each other into bloody pulps. The referee tries to break it apart, but both men turn, and at the same time level the referee with haymakers!
Fisher: WHOA! Mortimer found out what it’s like to get in the path of these two the hard way!
Bardo: Indeed he did, indeed he did…
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:09:59 GMT -5
With the referee knocked down for a moment, the two continue to battle each other. Wyvern connects with a haymaker that allows him to get further offense in, as he plants a foot in Sean’s midsection. He lifts Nichols up for a suplex, and drops him down to the mat. With Nichols down, Wyvern slaps Nichols around to exact revenge on his former colleague. Nichols, while frustrated, cannot manage to fend off Wyvern’s torrent of abuse, as he slaps Nichols repeatedly. The referee, who has been angrily watching in the corner, finally builds enough courage to step into the fray, as he forces Wyvern off of Nichols. Wyvern is pushed to a corner by the ref, who admonishes him vehemently for his actions. The ref quickly turns over to the recovering Nichols and forces him to the opposite corner as well. After giving both men strict talks about respecting his authority, he allows the two to restart. Nichols, looking to gain some ground on Wyvern following the break, quickly moves in on Wyvern. Wyvern tries to level the shorter Nichols with a clothesline, but Nichols ducks the blow, as he runs the ropes and nails a chopblock on Wyvern! Wyvern buckles to the ground in pain, as Nichols wastes no time, looking for the Resignation!
Bardo: Here it is, the Resignation, a dangerous submission to use at this point in the match.
Fisher: Oh boy! Nichols is going to bring home the bacon here tonight! Can you hear that crowd? It’s louder than I remember it ever being!
The crowd is going absolutely crazy here, as Nichols is within mere moments of forcing Wyvern to submit, as the pressure mounts on the hold! Wyvern is thrashing violently, trying the hardest to escape that anyone’s ever seen. A look of pure panic comes over Wyvern’s face, giving the Fallout crowd something to cheer about, as a picture is worth a thousand words, as the look signifies Nichols’ validation to the Fallout crowd. Nichols notes that the crowd is almost entirely behind him at this point, as all he has to do is maintain the hold and eventually Wyvern will give up and concede defeat.
Bardo: Wyvern’s holding in there, you’ve got to give the man credit. Not many people can withstand the Resignation for long.
Fisher: Why don’t you tap, Wyvern?! C’mon Nichols, crank up the pressure!
However, there’s a problem for Nichols – Wyvern’s not planning to tap anytime soon, despite Wyvern’s face beginning to take a very bright hue of crimson. To Wyvern, this match means more than anything he’s ever been in his career, given the amount of resiliency he’s brought to the table here tonight, as for Nichols, this is a night of reckoning for him, as he’s proving he’s not just all talk. As the Resignation is applied more and more, the term used for Nichols’ cross STF hold couldn’t be anymore suiting for this outing, as Wyvern is getting closer and closer to submitting. Nichols himself is starting to get red in the face, as putting away Wyvern seems to be a very difficult task for him to accomplish. Nichols shouts insults left and right at Wyvern, trying his best to demoralize and hopefully weaken his mortal enemy, but Wyvern isn’t having any of it – he’s got too much on the line here tonight.
Fisher: Um, Dean?
Bardo: Yes, Fisher?
Fisher: Is something wrong, because Wyvern isn’t tapping out!
Bardo: Wyvern’s putting it all on the line tonight. Sure, in normal matches it’d be in one’s best interest to give up and tap out, but a lot rides on the line tonight for someone as established for Wyvern.
Rearing back, Nichols is starting to become just as desperate as Wyvern is, as he begins to pull with a force that threatens to severely damage Wyvern if he’s left in the hold much longer. Nichols screams threats at Wyvern at this point, and it’s clear that Nichols is beginning to lose his composure with the veteran. Nichols rears back again, and the lack of oxygen going through both competitors is well observed, as the two begin to shake violently from forcing themselves to continue. Nichols clenches his teeth hard, as Wyvern begins to yell violently, recognizing the pain that’s beginning to overwhelm him. The two make one last effort, and…they both COLLAPSE!
Fisher: Whoa!
Bardo: Whoa indeed, Fisher. It looks like these two are near their absolute limits.
Fisher: What’s going to happen here?
Bardo: I’d assume Mortimer will start a ten count, that would seem logical.
Fisher: C’mon Nichols, get up!
Both men are down, as Nichols and Wyvern both have expended their respective energies on either applying the hold or escaping the hold. The crowd goes dead silent at the turn of events, as they don’t know what to think. The referee moves in, and looks at both of the men. He checks on both of them quickly, before beginning to initiate a ten-count.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:10:18 GMT -5
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No movement on behalf of the two men.
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Still nothing from either man.
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Rinse, and repeat.
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Both competitors are comatose, for all this omniscient narrator is concerned.
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Nothing at all…wait…both men are twitching.
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The two men are starting to fight to get up.
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Nichols and Wyvern are fighting to get back up at this point, as the crowd cheers wildly.
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Time is not on the side of these two competitors, as they both know they’re in dire straits here.
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And with nearly no time left, Nichols and Wyvern both burst up and slump onto the ropes!
Bardo: Here we go, both men have something left in their tanks.
Fisher: It’s going to be a bumpy ride, but my bet is still on Nichols to pull this one out!
Following the epic struggle, both men are trying their best to recover. Wyvern is drawing in air like a fiend, holding his neck in pain, while Nichols breathes in rapidly, rubbing his shoulders to relieve the aches he has. While both lie on the ropes, both men glare at each other, knowing very well the other isn’t giving up at all. This only serves to anger the two mortal enemies, as they both attempt to get back up to their feet. They succeed, but both men are clearly nowhere near a hundred percent, as fatigue has not only set in with the two competitors – it sold its timeshares for cash and bought a permanent residence in both of their bodies. Nichols continues to attempt to make the first moves on Wyvern, as he attempts a kick to the midsection, but Wyvern blocks it, and retorts with a dragon screw, whipping Nichols down to the mat! With the maneuver, Wyvern would be expected to capitalize on it, but given the fatigue, it takes quite a while for him to get his bearings straight. Wyvern grasps Nichols’ legs and tries to turn Nichols into the Deus Ex Machina yet again, but Nichols grasps the rope tightly.
Fisher: Denied! Doesn’t Wyvern get the idea that his finisher is inferior?
Bardo: Well, he’s hit a string of horrible luck here tonight. Three attempts, and no successes. If I were Wyvern, I’d be taking a different approach at this point. Nichols has been quite impressive in his avoidance of such an infamous move.
After being denied three times, Wyvern decides to scrap the Peter of all submissions, as he picks Nichols back up to his feet, but Nichols catches him with a brutal low blow. The crowd boos this, but the damage has been done, as Nichols smirks, knowing this could very well seal the deal for him in this match. Nichols grasps Wyvern, and looks to connect with an ace crusher, but Wyvern blocks it, and grasps Nichols with a full nelson, and drops Nichols down to the mat a la bulldog, executing the long-unused Downfall! Wyvern makes a cover!
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:10:39 GMT -5
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Iris: Wyvern gains the second fall!
Fisher: Wh-what?! What’s going on here?
Bardo: Wyvern came out of nowhere, dusting off a finisher he hasn’t used in a long, long time. Nostalgia reigns supreme for Wyvern, as it scores him a crucial fall here tonight.
Fisher: Man, we were SO close, Bardo. SO CLOSE! Wait, what’s with the fans? They’re CHEERING Wyvern?!!
At this point, the crowd is raucous, to say the least. Wyvern has definitely earned the respect of the Fallout crowd by holding on so far in this encounter, while Nichols has done the same with his manhandling of the respected veteran early on in the bout. As Wyvern pulls off of Nichols and gets up to his feet, he feels overwhelmed by the crowd – it’s a far smaller crowd that most venues Wyvern’s operated in on Warfare and Meltdown, but this very intimate crowd doesn’t believe just in faces or heels – they also believe in the overall workrate of the people they see each and every week, as evidenced by their dual support of both him and Nichols. This notion makes Wyvern overwhelmed, as he tries to take it all in, while catching his breath.
Bardo: Wyvern can’t believe it, as the audience here tonight is actually praising his efforts. And you know what Fisher? He doesn’t look ungrateful.
Fisher: He better not be!
Bardo: You know, I’ve wondered this all match long, what do you have against Wyvern?
Fisher: Actually, to be totally honest, I just want him on Fallout! Imagine it, Bardo!
As Sean Nichols starts to stir, Wyvern lies in wait for his bitter enemy to get up to his feet. However, he doesn’t launch into an attack right away. Nichols gets up to his feet, completely woozy from the impact of the Downfall, as he turns to meet Wyvern face to face. And then, just then, the unexpected occurs –
Wyvern extends a hand.
Bardo: Well, that’s interesting.
Fisher: Indeed it is. Is it a trap?
Bardo: I doubt it. I just find it hard to believe that such a vicious and bloody feud could be resolved and on top of that, be resolved with a handshake. However, there have been stranger occurrences.
Fisher: Nichols isn’t going to accept, he knows better than that.
Nichols takes a look at Wyvern, as the two still are locking glances at each other. Despite an attempt to take Wyvern’s life out of pure anger, Wyvern is willing to bury the hatchet right here and now. To even think that Wyvern would ever forgive Nichols for such an act implodes Nichols’ sense of reality. He looks on, shocked as if he was struck down with a ton of bricks.
Fisher: What is he waiting for? He should clobber Wyvern!
Bardo: I think he’s realizing the same thing Wyvern is feeling.
And without much more delay, Nichols does the unthinkable and accepts the handshake! The two embrace, and in a brief moment, bury the violent hatchet, apparently once and for all.
Bardo: Wow…I’ve seen many things in my time. However, Wyvern has proven to me tonight, without a doubt, that he is indeed a class act in the ACW.
Fisher: A needle in a haystack, Bardo. However, I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t get goosebumps after witnessing this moment.
After a few very brief moments, the two separate and look at the referee, who mentions they still have a final fall to determine. The two look back at each other, and exchange a few words.
Wyvern: Are you ready for this?!
Nichols: You kidding? I was BORN for this, bucko.
Wyvern: Heh, here we go. Good luck, Sean.
The two shake hands once more, before moving to separate corners, then moving back in, to start off the beginning of the third, and final, fall of this contest. Both rejuvenated from their near-miracle resolution of their blood feud, the two show a great deal of determination in their immediate grapple. Wyvern gets the upper hand in the grapple, as he turns it into an Irish whip, sending Nichols into the ropes. Nichols rebounds off the ropes, and falls victim to a back body drop. Nichols springs up, as Wyvern makes an offensive charge towards Nichols, but Nichols retorts with a quick armdrag. Nichols locks in a sleeperhold on Wyvern, as Wyvern gets a flashback to earlier in the match as he did the same thing. Wyvern manages to break out of the hold shortly, and rushes the ropes. Nichols tries to surprise Wyvern with a back body drop of his own, but Wyvern flips over him, and runs behind Nichols, and connects with a German suplex! Wyvern holds the bridge for a cover!
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:11:00 GMT -5
Kickout by Nichols! The crowd oohs at the near fall, as Wyvern gets back up to his feet. Nichols is slow to get up, but nevertheless he manages to get to a vertical position and walk right into Wyvern, who gives him a knee to the midsection, as he locks him into position for the double-arm piledriver! Wyvern lifts, but Nichols doesn’t budge, as Nichols quickly locks one of his legs around one of Wyvern’s legs. Wyvern tries again, and fails, but this time, Wyvern finds himself being raised from the canvas, as Nichols executes a makeshift vertebreaker, crashing Wyvern down to the mat!
Fisher: What a counter!
Bardo: A devastating counter at that, but it looks like Nichols is unable to capitalize.
Both men are down on the mat, exhausted from what has transpired in this encounter, but the referee knows well enough that they’re able to continue, as he decides not to bother with a ten-count. Nichols gets up first, as he attempts to make a cover on Wyvern, but Wyvern plants a foot on the ropes before the referee can make a count. Wyvern and Nichols get back up to their feet, as Wyvern tries to go for a Russian legsweep, but Nichols twists out of it, and turns it into a small package hold!
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Reversed by Wyvern!
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Nichols reverses it himself!
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Wyvern reverses it again!
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AND YET AGAIN, Nichols reverses it!
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Kickout by Wyvern!
Fisher: Holy reversals Batman!
Bardo: An impressive chain between the two. These guys aren’t giving up.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:11:53 GMT -5
Both men look downright tired following that exchange, as Nichols has a look of disappointment following the kickout. The two get back up to their feet, as Wyvern connects with a kick to the midsection, as he connects with a DDT! Wyvern lies on the mat alongside Nichols, unable at this very moment to make a cover, as Wyvern is clearly running on empty. Wyvern forces himself up after a few lengthy moments, and drags Nichols by his arm to a corner. Wyvern picks Nichols up, and scoop slams Nichols onto the turnbuckle into a tree of woe. Stuck, Nichols is too exhausted to free himself before Wyvern rushes at him with his ever-waning energy supply, as he spears Nichols into the turnbuckle! Nichols slides off of the turnbuckle, as Wyvern tumbles to the apron.
Fisher: WHOA!
The sheer fact the two competitors are even moving at this point is admirable enough, but as the hungry fans cheer both men on with enthusiasm, both Nichols and Wyvern can’t even begin to hold back now. Nichols grasps onto the bottom rope, as he tries to get back up to a vertical base, while Wyvern has gotten up to a standing base. Nichols scrambles up as Wyvern approaches, and catches Wyvern with a chop to the chest. Wyvern reels back from the impact, as Nichols charges him, looking for a quick desperation lariat. Wyvern, however, interrupts him with a kick to the midsection, and pulls a dazed Nichols to the corner of the ring, and locks his arms behind Nichols.
Bardo: Is it what I think it is…It is, it’s the Asphyxiation top rope lungblower.
Fisher: No way…how can he pull it off! WOAH NELLY, WHATAMOVE!
Wyvern lands the Asphyxiation, as he uses the last of his reserves to flip Nichols off of him and cover him for a pin!
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Iris: And here is your winner, Wyvern!
And with the announcement coming in, the crowd doesn’t seem to mind the outcome. In fact, in this event, it doesn’t even matter. What has transpired here was an encounter nothing short of epic, in which both men gave it their all. However, both men are almost completely unable to celebrate it. Wyvern and Nichols lie on the mat with very little motion, as the crowd begins to cheer loudly for the two. Mortimer picks up Wyvern to raise his arm in victory.
However, as Wyvern gets up, he refuses his arm to be raised. Mortimer looks on confused. Wyvern reaches down, and offers a hand to the battered and bruised Nichols. Nichols accepts the gesture, as Wyvern pulls him up to his feet. With that, Wyvern raises Nichols arm in the air, as the crowd roars in approval. The two embrace shortly thereafter, as the two have apparently put aside their differences here in the ring tonight. And perhaps this might be a sign for the future relations between ACW and Fallout, but for the moment it’s a matter of closure for these two, as they will no doubt be separated for sometime.
Wyvern: Good job, man. I knew you’d be bringing your best.
Nichols: Wow…did we just kick ass or what?
Wyvern: Indeed we did.
Nichols: So, now what?
Wyvern: It looks we’ll be going our separate ways for now. However, once relations get better, I’m looking forward to a rematch.
Nichols: I’ll take you up on that.
And with that, the two leave the arena floor, as people drawn together by competition, and a beacon of hope for the status quo of Fallout and ACW, also not to mention whoever puts a match of this caliber in the middle of a show.
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:12:27 GMT -5
Segment: The Return Is Near (Credit: Senator)
Before the show goes to the break, a video package starts to play, with the screen starting out completely dark.
Slowly, black and white scenes of swampland and ponds start to fade in and out, with the picture becoming more and more green tinted with each scene.
[glow=green,2,300]"After nearly being forced into retirement..."[/glow]
A quick flash of a familiar mask shows, and quick clips of a green hued luchador play, showing a step up hurricanrana, a flying dropkick, a Frog Splash.
[glow=green,2,300]"Hard work and time for recovery has paid off..."[/glow]
Even faster clips play, showing a frog catching a fly with its tongue, showing a springboard dropkick, a standing double stomp and a standing 450 into a hurricanrana, culminating in a long fading shot of the same familiar green mask.
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:13:36 GMT -5
Segment: One step ahead... (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens, Gingerdude is standing in the corridor with ACW female correspondant Charlotte King beside him, obviously waiting for the camera cue and when she gets it she turns towards the Chairman.
Charlotte King: We are standing here with Chairman Gingerdude at this HUGE night for ACW where -
But before she can even continue with the interview, a crew member comes running up to Chairman - interrupting the interview.
Crew Worker: Mr. Gingerdude! Mr. Gingerdue! Very important news..
Gingerdude: Well....what is it man?
Crew worker: BK London....BK London in the parking lot.
Gingerdude: wha...WHAT?!
Ginger finds himself briskly walking down the corridor to the double doors, the exit and entrance between the parking lot and the arena and when the double door opens a huge limo is seen outside. The limo pulls off, and on the other side is none other than Biff Taylor, leader of Fallout. Ginger looks at him with a grimacing expression.
Biff: Guess I'm one step ahead of you once again Ginger, you see BK London's ACW contract expires at the stroke of midnight on January 1st, so coming in 2007 - I will make sure that BK London will become the EXCLUSIVE property of Fallout. And there's nothing you can do about it...
Biff walks off camera, laughing it up, as Ginger face begins to turn red from the anger.
Crew Worker: What are you going to do now Mr. Ginger?
Ginger: Oh I know exactly what I am going to do..
Ginger goes into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone, before dialing up a number.
Ginger: Hello...yes, I would like to book a flight to Brooklyn, New York...
Fade Out.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:14:25 GMT -5
Match #4: Mystery Stipulations Alicia Kitsune vs. Daniel Ness (Credit: Our Grand Lady, Alicia Kitsune)
As the shot returns to the main Fallout arena, the crowd is watching the end of a short recap trailer showing the events leading to the match that is about to take place. At its conclusion, Iris Yoon is in the ring, awaiting her cue to speak.
Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen, our penultimate match tonight is an intergender singles match, set for one fall with a 45 minute time limit! Introducing first, representing ACW, she is a former ACW World Champion and two time ACW Tag Team Champion… from London, England, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
The crowd is slightly surprised as “I’m a Bomb” by Natasha Beddingfield hits, but the choice of AK’s quintessential theme sits well. Much of the crowd boos as AK comes out, but there are a few cheers too, and the fans know they’re guaranteed a humdinger of a match if AK is involved. She enters the ring and holds her arms up in a simple gesture before removing her costume props.
Then, “Survival of the Sickest” hits, and the ratios reverse, with a large number of cheers interspersed with a few rogue boos.
Iris: And her opponent, representing Fallout, he is your reigning Fallout Openweight Champion… the Corporate Ace, Daniel Ness!
Ness walks out holding up his belt; he moves swiftly to the ring unaccompanied for this personal vendetta match, and enters to confront Alicia with the belt. There’s no referee and Iris looks a bit nervous; the lack of officials isn’t lost on the competitors either, and as they look around… “New Noise” suddenly hits, and the crowd erupts in surprise.
Iris: And fulfilling the mystery stipulation for this match… he is tonight’s special guest referee, from Sacramento, California… the Ninja Lord, Skuraiiii!
Wearing a ragged-edged approximation of a referee’s shirt alongside his normal attire, Skurai cuts a highly imposing figure as he approaches the ring. Entering, he clearly outsizes the competitors, and Ness looks minded to argue if there were anyone to argue with. Iris sensibly gets the hell out of there, and embracing his assigned duties, Skurai glares at the timekeeper, who swallows hard and rings the bell.
Bell Rings.
As the tone of the bell fades, Ness still has his attention on his long-time rival Skurai, and AK has no problem at all with capitalizing on the situation, darting forward and delivering a couple of sharp, snapping kicks to Ness’ gut while her opponent is distracted. The more die-hard Fallout fans boo and Ness lashes out with a punch to knock AK back; a flicker of a smirk crosses Skurai’s face, but he steps back to indicate that he’s here to do a referee’s job and things settle down, the slight false start forgotten as both Ness and AK start to pace, watching one another closely. It’s blatantly clear from his expression that Ness’ anger over the events a few months previously hasn’t ebbed one bit, and he rubs his hands together slightly, almost itching to get to grips with the person who destroyed what should have been his night of greatest triumph. It’s equally clear that AK, whilst being well aware of Ness’ formidable skills and record, hardly considers herself an underdog in this contest…
Fisher: And we’re underway, you can practically feel the heat radiating from the ring! That’s how intense this contest is, and it’s barely even started!
Bardo: Correct, Fisher. Slightly inane, but correct nonetheless.
The gap between them persists for a few seconds and then they both move at the same time and lock up. Ness discovers that AK’s stronger than he had anticipated, but he’s still clearly got a sizeable advantage in the grapple in both power and precision of technique, and he shifts smoothly into a side headlock, working over his opponent’s neck with pressure and wrenching movements where he knows she’s vulnerable. AK first tries to battle out of it, but Ness is too strong and she has to think again; so she draws on her own strengths and gets a foot up to his knee, using it to flip herself over her opponent’s shoulder and make it impossible for him to keep the hold applied. With great speed they both twist around; AK goes for a high roundhouse as she turns, which Ness anticipates and ducks before applying a rear waistlock as AK ends up facing away from him again. The fans shout for a big throw, but Ness is quite content to keep this match at a snail’s pace, and he instead brings the match back to the mat, keeping the hold on and compressing to soften up his opponent’s chest and ribs. AK grimaces; Skurai moves around to observe what’s going on, but one look from the ACW star is all he needs to tell him that there’ll be no submission at this point or any within the short term.
Fisher: Darn, it all started so well, but it seems Ness is up to his familiar tricks here.
Bardo: It may not get your pulse racing, but against a fast, lightweight opponent, Ness’ tactics are sound.
As some of the crowd starts to get a bit restless, AK shares their feelings and decides she needs to crank things up a notch or five. Ness wants to keep his foe nailed to the mat; however with her main source of power in her lower limbs unrestrained, AK is able to force her way back to her feet and then begin to attack Ness with backswinging elbows as she shifts slightly to one side. A lucky hit to the sternum makes Ness gasp and his hold falter, and at once AK is away and charging at the ropes. She rebounds to build speed and dashes back toward Ness, who makes himself rock-solid with a defensive stance and is confident AK can’t knock him down; that, however, isn’t AK’s plan, and she jumps and plants both hands on his conveniently steady shoulders to handspring clear over his head. Stanced firmly, Ness can’t quite turn quickly enough to match AK’s blistering turn of speed, and he eats a high angled mule kick straight to the chin that makes the crowd physically jump at the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it strike.
Fisher: Yow, what a blow to the jaw of Ness!
Bardo: It’s a good thing Ness is conditioned to take something like that, or we could have had a real mess on our hands.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:14:41 GMT -5
Never one to pass up a pinfall chance, AK drops and makes the cover. Skurai counts, 1- Ness kicks out, and as he catches sight of Skurai he scowls and taps his wrist as if questioning the speed of the count.
Fisher: Uh oh, I’m not sure that’s a good idea…
Skurai’s eyebrow raises slightly in irritation, but he doesn’t seem to want to get into a dispute with Ness, and the Corporate Ace has bigger problems to deal with; in the intervening few seconds, AK has rushed to the corner and is ascending the turnbuckle, once again trying to capitalize on the simmering embers of Skurai and Ness’ past conflicts. This time though, Ness won’t be caught out and he reaches the corner before AK is ready; he gets on to the second rope and pulls off a stunning double underhook powerbomb from the elevated position. The crowd roars at the audacious technique and Ness is once again filled with cocky confidence as he makes a cover, 1….2-
AK kicks out right on the 2 mark; Ness frowns, and using the corner once again to his benefit he pulls AK to her feet there and then proceeds to try and make her drop back down again, producing a stream of body blows to his trapped opponent.
Fisher: Ness again dishing out punishment in large portions, Alicia has to break this cycle or she won’t stand a chance of wearing Ness down before he can finish the job.
Bardo: He’s got control right now, but one slip and Alicia could pay him back with interest.
There is no doubting the effect that Ness’ assaults are having; AK struggles to stay upright, but Ness is totally focused and she loses her grip on the top rope, causing her to slip down into a sitting position. Getting more and more smug, Ness presses a boot to her throat; the reaction from the crowd is mixed, and AK’s internal fires of annoyance with Ness’ attitude flare up. She grasps his boot around the ankle, and the crowd watches as she pushes it back and draws her feet up, bracing against the turnbuckle and slowly fighting her way back to her feet. The look on Ness’ face turns from arrogance to surprise, and the fans get louder as AK gets back on her feet; Ness tries to pull away but AK holds on to his foot as he hops backward. Ness’ expression hardens and with impressive speed he jumps and twists, lashing out in a kick with his free foot. AK, however, ducks under it and lets Ness’ ankle go so that he lands standing with his back to her; he’s barely got both feet on the mat before AK rockets into him, bouncing off the nearby ropes and connects a crushing enzugiri.
Fisher: Ain’t THAT a kick in the head! Ness almost got himself a one way ticket to La-La land!
Bardo: Do you get paid on per-cliché basis, Fisher?
Ness stumbles and collapses, draped over the ropes in classic 619 style and a few calls for the old chestnut are heard in the crowd. AK does indeed take a run at her opponent, but she jumps and lands on his back so that she can scissor his waist with her legs, and grasping the middle rope with her hands to either side of her foe she pulls back so that Ness’ neck ends up against the rope and chokes him, compressing his chest with her legs and pressing his back with her own torso.
Fisher: That’s an innovative if technically illegal hold… Skurai with the 5 count!
The Ninja Lord certainly knows a timed hold when he sees one, and he clearly counts the 5 as Ness gags and tries to get AK off of him. At the five mark AK releases, drawing up her feet to Ness’ back and then flipping neatly off of him for a pop from the crowd. She puts a hand on her hip as Ness grips the rope and rights himself; he turns around slowly, and the noise in the arena rises again as he and AK stare one another down for a few seconds. Both are breathing with noticeable rise and fall of the chest, a sign that so far the contest’s been tightly balanced.
Bardo: These two have just been trying to figure one another out so far… now, it gets interesting.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:15:08 GMT -5
AK makes the first move, not wanting to give Ness too much time to re-gather his thoughts. She moves quickly and hits with a couple of kicks to the ribs and knee of her opponent, but gets a little too close in her eagerness to strike hard and Ness is able to get her into a headlock. He delivers a few closed-hand punches until she slips to a knee, and brings the match firmly under his thumb by shifting around into a rear chinlock.
Bardo: Ness playing it safe and recharging some energy here.
Fisher: I don’t deny that it makes perfect tactical sense, but I don’t think it’s what the fans really want to see from their Openweight Champion…
That slight sense of dissatisfaction is indeed creeping back into the crowd; Ness isn’t in any hurry to get back into attack mode, and a few fans near the front start up a “Bor-ing” chant that makes Ness glare at them. AK isn’t all that thrilled either and pools her strength before driving back up off the mat, and taking Ness with her into one of the corners where the impact judders them both but does succeed in getting Ness off of her. Firing up, AK slaps Ness across the face, and when Ness smirks and tries to punch her back, AK dodges and then jumps up and headbutts Ness more for the surprise element than anything else.
Fisher: Oh my, we’re entering Friday night at the bar territory now, but Ness sure as heck wasn’t ready for that!
AK zig zags away from the corner looking slightly dazed herself, but quickly regains her composure and takes the chance to produce a marvelous Liger Kick that has the fans cheering enthusiastically. Stunned, Ness can’t defend himself as AK hits a swift DDT and covers; the count follows, 1….2- Ness kicks, and the noise from the fans ramps up again. AK paces quickly with a broad smile, clearly enjoying herself as she gives Ness the “come on” gesture; Ness stands and puffs out his chest slightly, determined to get the fans, his Fallout fans, to recognize his evident superiority. He finds a burst of speed and gets close to AK, and feet and fists fly in a blur as the pair spar with one another at a lightning pace until suddenly Ness grabs AK’s arm and whips her forcefully into the ropes. She rebounds and tries to jump for a headscissor takedown, but Ness has moved forward slightly and he counters it with perfect timing into his slingshot vertical suplex. AK takes a serious hit on impact, and Ness hooks the leg as he tries to wrap up the victory, 1….2-
Fisher: Shoulder up! Shoulder up!
Ness’ eyebrows leap in surprise and he looks to Skurai, who holds up two fingers, palm away from Ness, and then quickly reverses them with a smirk. Ness’ expression darkens, and he gives Skurai a glance that suggests once he’s finished here Skurai could well be next for a beating tonight. The fans’ attention centres on Skurai and they half expect him to take Ness up on the implied threat, but Skurai just snorts and ignores Ness. Meanwhile, AK is still down, but those closest to the ring can see that she’s alert and taking the chance to recover slightly while Ness lets his ego lead him astray, and she quietly readies herself…
Getting more pissed off by the minute, Ness nips on to his feet and roughly pulls AK up after him. He has only a spilt second to realize his mistake as AK abruptly jumps into a dropkick, and on instinct he replies in kind so that the pair end up dropkicking one another in the chest. They hit the mat with a thump, and AK rolls over into a pin out of nowhere so that Skurai has to practically throw himself to the canvas. 1….- Ness reacts, kicks and turns the pin over; AK holds on to him and keeps them rolling so that Ness can’t get her shoulders to the mat, and in their struggle they end up rolling right over the top of Skurai who is still lying on the mat from making the initial count. The crowd laughs a little as Skurai’s “What the hell was that about?” expression, but the mood’s anything but jovial in the ring as Ness, his nasty edge to his temper coming through, pulls savagely at AK’s hair and punches her in the side of the head. The crowd actually boos this, which doesn’t bother Ness in the slightest – but he’s far more affected as AK knees him in the groin and shoves him off of her so she can get back to her feet. Ness leaps up too, and his combination of malicious intent and undeniable skill is a potent one as he asserts himself with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Though she’s lacking in mass, AK makes it as tricky as she can for Ness by resisting and the Openweight Champion is starting to look just a little ragged as he makes a further pin. 1….2…- this time it’s closer to 2.5 but AK still kicks out with a bit of attitude, and she is the first one back to the vertical. Taking a gamble, she grabs Ness and runs at the turnbuckle…
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:15:25 GMT -5
Fisher: We have liftoff!
Bardo: A Fox Flip from Alicia, and here’s the cover-
1………2….- Ness thrashes out, and by now the fans have pretty much abandoned taking sides and are simply being sucked into the match as both Alicia and Ness kip up simultaneously, adrenaline fuelling them both. Alicia whips her head back to get her hair out of her face, and runs diagonally to the ropes; instead of rebounding she produces a quebrada and smacks into Ness, who somehow manages to throw her off of him even as he’s falling. Both competitors roll over and stay down, prompting Skurai to start a 10 count; he seems even more absorbed in the match than the audience is…
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Just before the 6, Ness starts to move, and AK isn’t all that far behind him. Fatigue is biting both of them, and Ness is looking increasingly as if he wants this match over with – though he’s one of the most tenacious people on the whole Fallout roster, AK’s stamina and sheer bloody-mindedness is just as well known in the ACW locker room, and Ness doesn’t want to have to test himself out against such a stiff target. He moves forward purposefully and his arrogance replaced by a cold focus; the crowd gets on its feet for about the 50th time in the match, and-
Fisher: I know that stare! Could it be…
AK attempts to dodge as she is getting up, but Ness plants her back on the mat, and without ceremony applies the Lock Ness. The sound thunders around the arena as AK fights to get out; she shuts her eyes tightly, using all her willpower to block out the pain Ness is inflicting – and then opens them again as she thrashes and just barely gets a leg free of the deathlock to kick Ness clear. Unbalanced, Ness tumbles and rolls over on his back; he feels a rush of air past him, and then a shadow blocks the light from directly above as AK reaches the corner and launches herself into the Ground Zero (450 splash). Sacrificing precision for speed, it only partially connects, but she pins anyway and even Skurai looks slightly out of breath as he makes the count, 1……2….-
Fisher: Sweet lord, how close was that? Ness with the kickout on the very edge of the 3 count!
The fans start clapping rhythmically as Ness and AK stir and try to get up; tiredness is slowing them, and Skurai is partway into a 10 count at the 6 mark by the time they are both clear of the canvas. AK is marginally ahead and tries for a running knee, only for Ness to counter it into – an armdrag, and another resthold.
Fisher: Damn it, Ness, it was just getting really intense!
Fisher’s sentiments are more than echoed by the crowd; what starts as a groan of disappointment quickly becomes a handful of boos. AK gamely attempts to break out, but Ness resists and firms up the hold; someone yells “boring!” again, but Ness is about to get the ultimate insult from the crowd, who are not about to sit quietly through yet another dull-as-dishwater phase. They’re Fallout fans, bitches!
Crowd: ORTON SUCKS! ORTON SUCKS! ORTON SUCKS!
Ness tries to ignore it, but he is becoming increasingly flushed in the face, and Skurai’s utter failure to hide his own look of disdain doesn’t help things. AK’s had enough as well, and she gives Ness a tongue-lashing that only the commentators are fully party to.
Fisher:….heh, that told Ness what Alicia thinks of him.
Bardo: Pardon? I was just getting an update in my ear, apparently we’re only four minutes from time expiry on this match…
Fisher: If my lip reading’s up to scratch, she said, “Just because your name is Ness doesn’t mean this match has to be constantly earthbound.”
Bardo:…………. I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Fisher: Geez, Dean, were you ever young or were you born in size 10 Hush Puppies?
Just when it seems that the arena’s got stuck in a timewarp, the pressure finds a crack in Ness’ armor; fuming, he suddenly switches position, lifts AK up and hits his Dragon Backbreaker (Backdrop suplex to Backbreaker). AK thrashes on impact and Ness pins, 1….2….-
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:15:43 GMT -5
Fisher: NO!
Bardo: Not this time, and Ness seems to be becoming more desperate…
The fans are on their feet as one, shouting and screaming, but none of it makes a jot of difference to Ness; he refuses to countenance defeat here in the ring that he has claimed as his own personal territory. Just about everyone can read him like a book as he gets in close to AK, in perfect position for an inverted DDT setup…
Fisher: Ness is going for it, the Sheer FinNESS!
The surge in sound as Ness goes for the coup de grace is almost audible in California, or so it seems to those caught up in the action; Ness commits fully to the move… but AK has known from the very moment that she detonated Ness’ treasured title belt that there would come a time just like this, and she puts everything into throwing herself out of Ness’ grip before he can nail the finish. They both hit the mat with an unpleasant thud, and AK rolls herself over to the ropes for a crucial advantage in getting up. She moves across in front of Ness, and with half-hoarse voice taunts him; dazed and without normal foresight, Ness charges her, and AK Spins the Bottle to send him into the turnbuckle back first. She backs up as Ness reels, and then with near-suicidal velocity dashes at the corner and dropkicks Ness’ right knee and calf, smashing it against the bottom of the corner post!
Fisher: Ness almost got his knee ruptured by that strike! Can he even walk, let alone fight?
Bardo: That reminded me of Dan White’s Prokas Tackle, a little, though it was aimed higher up the limb. I wonder….
Ness’ eyes are visibly watering after the impact, and AK breathes hard as she gets close, ducks a punch and then leg sweeps him to the mat. She lands a rapid elbow drop to the back of her opponent’s head to buy just a few seconds, moves toward his feet, and glances at the crowd before picking up the foot attached to the leg she just targeted…
Fisher: Oh my stars, NOW I get it! This has GOT to be over!
AK looks into the ringside camera and performs the required salute before dropping to the mat and locking in the Nagata Lock I. The fans go absolutely bonkers, and Ness grabs the mat in enormous pain as he writhes desperately to escape.
Bardo: Just as I suspected, the submission she used at Genocide.
Fisher: The very same, I don’t see how Ness can possibly get out of this, and yet LOOK at the man, he simply will not tap out! His willpower must be bordering on the insane!
Daniel Ness’ world consists of almost nothing but the sensations of agony; they would drive most people to lunacy, but incredibly the Corporate Ace’s pride remains steel-strong, and he clenches his fists. His vision seems to contract along with his universe; at first there is nothing in front of him… but then, there is a shadow, and the outlines of a face.
Skurai’s face.
With sweat pouring from him, Ness stares, trance-like; Skurai is absolutely still, watching him, remembering… and loving every second that Ness suffers.
And at that moment, Ness understands.
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