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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 6, 2004 16:13:36 GMT -5
Yoko is crying uncontrollably; tears stream down her face and blood streams down her back. Rose begins to laugh gently. There are two new gashes on her body, on her left thigh there is a gash from side to side and on her lower back another from side to side.
Rose: Indeed, where is Orochi, where is Gingerdude, and by God---
Ridley: Where IS God?
The two share a mutual chuckle before Rose continues.
Rose: Yoko, your "friends" have condemned you to damnation. Your life means nothing to them Yoko Satoshi It is the sad truth of your own life, you mean nothing to those who mean the most to you.
Yoko: (barely understandable due to erratic sobbing) That’s not true……. It can’t be……
CRAAAAAACK!!
Yoko cries out in pain again.
Another gash is made, this time on her right shoulder down to the middle of her back. Dark red blood now freely flows down her back, even though the cuts vary in deepness, the blood flow is seemingly unlimited. The blood that streams down her thigh is from a lighter wound, therefore the blood flow is a lighter shade of red.
Rose loses control…….
Rose: OH BUT IT IS YOU PITIFUL, IGNORANT CHILD!!!!
Rose regains her composure.
Rose(breathing fast and uncontrollably): The……truth…..will… dawn on you….. soon…… Yoko Satoshi….. I have only just begun.
Rose places her Bull Whip on its original resting place on the wall. She snaps the fingers on her left hand and holds it up, eagerly awaiting something. That something is revealed as Eunuch Druid #13 walks up and places into Rose’s left hand a Stiletto Knife, the very knife seen on the Nitro after Uncensored.
Yoko looks down at the floor, and regains some of her composure.
Yoko: You won't get away with this.
Rose makes a light cut on the back of Yoko’s left biceps, allowing a small amount of blood to seep out. Rose positions herself in front of Yoko. Though it cannot be seen by the camera, one can almost imagine Yoko’s lips quivering in pain. Painful, but horrifyingly out of place groans come from Yoko.
Rose: Oh, but I already have Yoko. Yoko, right now I know the glorious pain you feel, as your own lifeblood flows down your body. Yoko, nothing in life is predestined, take comfort in knowing that every choice you ever made in your "life" has led you to this one moment. So you are here by your own free will, is that not comforting to know? There is an old saying I am fond of "Time flows like an endless river", but time isn’t the only thing that flows like a river……..
Rose then makes a deeper cut on the centre of her left rib cage, allowing blood to flow like a large red river. Yoko does not make a sound.
Rose: People say I am evil, but is it truly evil to know one’s purpose in life, Yoko Satoshi? Better yet to help you know your purpose?
Rose follows up with a third cut in the center of the right side of her ribcage, causing a gash that allows more blood to flow from her body.
Yoko is very out of it and barely winces in pain.
Rose moves around in the front of Yoko again.
Rose: Yoko, you truly have a beautiful body, so close to physical perfection, I can only hope I have saved you from a life of constant death…. I know, here is something a little visible to remember me by.
Rose cuts Yoko across the right cheek, the full extent is not visible, but blood can barely be seen flowing down Yoko’s face. By now there is rich, crimson blood all across Yoko’s body and a whole lot of it on Rose’s hands. The blood drips off of Yoko’s body onto the floor, causing a decent sized puddle to form on the floor.
Yoko: You won't be...forgiven………<br> Rose releases Yoko from the shackles and she falls to the ground and crumbles. For the first time we see Yoko’s face, it is disturbingly calm, but still red from tears and crimson on the right from deep cut across the Yoko’s cheek. Rose gets down on her knees and stokes Yoko across her cut and bloodied cheek.
Rose: I don’t want your forgiveness Yoko, because I have forgiven you. Yoko, as you lie there naked, powerless, and defenseless, you are living, before you were dead. Yoko, I know you must have liked it, deep down everybody does, but you are free to go now. Free and living for the first time in your life. Naked yet clothed, powerless yet powerful, and injured but strong. Yoko Satoshi, this is the beginning of your life.
Rose turns to the camera for a second and her face looks full of sadness, she retrieves a towel from a wall in the room and begins to wash her hands.
Rose: Yoko, leave this room at once.
Yoko:……………<br> Rose turns.
Rose: Yoko?!!
Yoko's head hangs down as she appears to be unconscious.
Ridley: Ahhh….still at last, like a child’s fading heartbeat
Rose: Damn my pity.
Rose picks Yoko up over her shoulder and goes to the end of the room towards the door, she opens it and lays Yoko down on the outside, covering her with the towel.
Rose: Lord Ridley, I must take my leave for tonight, I am exhausted and I need some rest.
Ridley: You have done well, Alexandra. Very...very well.
Rose exits the room and heads for her room.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 6, 2004 16:20:13 GMT -5
Segment: No script, no rules (Credit: BK London)
As we come back to commercial the cameras are in the Top Draw Locker Room; we see Jakie and BK London talking.
Jakie: Are you sure you know what you’re getting into?
BK: Trust me Jakie, I have never been more pumped in my life.
Jakie: Well I don’t need to remind you what you’re up against here… remember what he did to PDogg and WCW a few weeks ago. Remember what he and Rose did to AK a few months ago, don't let any of that happen to you. Do you need me ringside?
BK: No Jakie, I don't need anyone ringside with me. I can take care of this by myself. Ridley will find out how extreme and crafty I can be.
Jakie: Crafty?
BK: Well let’s just say I have a few surprises for Ridley. Now I gotta get to my match. So I will see ya later, hopefully.
Jakie: Remember if anything goes wrong I got your back.
BK: Thanks Jakie but I got this.
BK London walks out of the locker room and down the hall and he is wished good luck by his fellow superstars as he passes by.
Amo: Good Luck, London.
BK: Thanks.
Daredevil: Be strong, BK.
BK: I will.
V-3: Kick his ass!
BK: Oh don't worry I will.
AK: Bring one home for the team BK.
BK: I will AK, I will.
AK: Oh, and did you…<br> BK (smiling briefly): I did.
BK keeps walking, and a sharp voice cuts the air behind him.
Skurai: You’re in for one asskicking my friend.
BK London suddenly stops and he walks back towards Skurai. BK London and Skurai stare one another down for a few moments before BK walks off to the stage.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 6, 2004 16:20:49 GMT -5
Match 7: BK London vs Ridley – Unsanctioned Shootfight
The audience is both excited and nervous about what they are about to see; with no rules to restrain either party no one is sure just what lengths the participants plan to go to in order to win. Philip steps forward for the introductions and the obligatory “This shit’s got nothing to do with the management, guv” disclaimer.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, first and foremost I must stress that the following match has not been sanctioned or approved in any way, shape or form by ACW management. We would strongly advise that anyone of a squeamish nature or young children do not view this contest.
The audience jeers a little; after all, what could be so brutal that they can’t handle it? Philip waits for them to settle before continuing.
Philip: Introducing first, from Brooklyn New York…..BK London!
King of my world hits and London isn’t slow to appear; everyone is surprised to see that he had a black face mask on in addition to his normal clothes. He isn’t armed, but everyone suspects that this is so that Ridley doesn’t get any forewarning of what London has planned. London’s face is blank as he enters the ring, but it is clear that he has no intention of making the match easy for Ridley, however formidable his reputation.
There’s a pause, and then the lights in the arena go down as “Monochromatic Stains” hits.
Philip: And his opponent, the self proclaimed Lord of Hardcore…….Ridley!
Ridley approaches the ring, and there are gasps from those who get a good look at him on either side of the entryway. His appearance is startling at the best of times, but the fans have already seen the effect of his knee and elbow pads, and Ridley has added to this with a faintly sparkling ridge of razor blades on the toe of each boot, and some extremely nasty looking spiked knuckles. He sweeps into the ring and runs his forked tongue around his lips in anticipation, showing off his fangs in the process. BK’s mask makes his reaction hard to read, but he looks nervous. There is no referee in the ring; instead two or three members of the security team stand by to separate the participants if necessary once one has submitted or been beaten into unconsciousness. There is no bell; instead the match kicks off literally when Ridley discards his cape and shoulder pads and whirls around to smash his bladed foot into BK’s chest.
London is sent flying backwards by the force of the blow, and blood trickles from the cuts on his body. Ridley moves over swiftly and starts laying into London; many wounds open up from the impact of the knuckles, and London’s own punches barely seem to bother Ridley at all. Ridley grabs London by the head and brings him down to meet his spiked knee once, twice, three times; London’s mask starts to tear showing the effects of the attack, and a final huge kick to the side of his head drops London to the mat. London looks dazed and struggles to rise, and Ridley looks exceptionally ticked off at London’s lack of stamina; he stamps down on London’s back and with his opponent face down he produces a length of chain from around his waist and applies the Mutoh Sickle, using the chain in place of his hands to apply the crossface part of the hold. London starts screaming in pain, and Ridley straight away realises something is not right – the voice is too high pitched to belong to London, and Ridley twigs why London has chosen to wear a mask. The crowd doesn’t pick up on the voice, but they get the picture instantly when the real London slides out from under the ring. Ridley gets a brief, upside down glimpse of London (sans mask) before London grabs his arms and forcibly drags both men out of the ring. Ridley releases the hold on the doppelganger, but stands up just in time to get a blast of mace in his eyes at point blank range. London has the final element of his plan to hand, and while Ridley is blinded he dodges his swinging fists and cracks a steel chair over Ridley’s head. Ridley is too hardened to this kind of attack to be brought down, but this isn’t London’s plan; he keeps beating Ridley and in particular goes for his arms, evidently trying to shatter one of the bones there. London does this six or seven times until the effects of the mace begin to wear off; Ridley rips the chair out of London’s grip and takes a swipe, but London dives back into the ring and taunts Ridley, his eyes now redder than ever. The fans are amazed by London’s strong start, and a chant of “London, London” starts up as Ridley re – enters the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 6, 2004 16:21:34 GMT -5
London keeps his distance from Ridley and the pair circle. Ridley is the first to break the standoff, and comes in quickly to grapple with London. In response London Drops and slides through Ridley’s legs, grabbing an ankle on the way. He jerks the ankle up, bringing Ridley down; Ridley though simply rolls through, launches BK right over his head, and applies an ankle lock. This is just the initial part of Ridley’s strategy; he swiftly grabs the other ankle and moves to use the surfboard stretch, locking under the arms rather than grabbing the wrists. Rather than raising BK in the air, however, he only leans back halfway so that both he and BK are upright. This lets him add a triangle choke, and the crowd is mesmerised watching Ridley bring his submission skills to bear on London. This gives the announce team a chance to roll out their “shades of Liger” comments as BK endures the hold; he has to work hard to focus and pool his energy before he can break out of the hold, and Ridley looks quite satisfied at this opening technique’s effect. London’s chest heaves as he recovers from the choke, but he knows that he cannot allow Ridley any time to formulate further plans, and he goes back into attack mode, launching himself at Ridley and getting in a jab or two before Ridley responds. London picks up a selection of cuts as the pair go toe to toe, but his obstinacy combined with his agility means that he holds his own well and he actually manages to push Ridley back a little way. The pair lock up again, and they grapple for a good 10 seconds before London gets in a DDT – this is just a setup for a submission of his own, a Jamie – Noble style neckwrench. London applies as much force as he can, and the crowd cheer him on; Ridley’s expression is tricky to read, and while he’s nowhere near tapping it’s clear that the move is having some effect. The crowd is getting louder; London’s performance thus far has outstripped even his own fans’ expectations, and there is now a real debate in the audience’s mind as to who will eventually be victorious.
London keeps the hold on for about 45 seconds before Ridley frees himself. Keen to keep his momentum going, London moves in to lock up again, but Ridley has other ideas – London walks straight into a roundhouse kick to the knee, which Ridley follows with another two so that London drops down on to one knee. Without the merest pause, Ridley adds a further kick to each side of London’s torso, perfectly combining grace and power, before topping it with his trademark Yakuza kick which finally brings BK down, blood trickling from all the new razor – blade wounds. Ridley isn’t done; he continues to work BK’s ribs with a string of snap kicks, repeatedly preventing London from getting up, and just when it looks like London is about to make it to his feet he takes a crushing blow to the temple. London lies on the mat, groaning softly, and Ridley grins showing his fangs again for a second before pulling him back up. As Ridley begins to apply the double cobra clutch everyone knows what’s coming – including London, and his mind clears instantly as he remembers the pre – match brainstorming he had with Jakie. Before Ridley can get London off of the ground into the straightjacket proper, London uses the nearby turnbuckle to counter the move, running up it to escape. Ridley is brought down, and his shoulders actually touch the mat, but this is of no use to London in this battle so he releases the pin at once and rolls out of the ring, putting some distance between him and Ridley. Ridley calmly steps out of the ring and hops down to face BK; as he does so, London picks up something concealed next to the ring and hurls it at Ridley. The brick strikes Ridley in the forehead, and he is left with a red mark on his white skin; London smiles and has another ready in his hand.
London: No rules, remember Ridley? I don’t care what it takes, I can use whatever I want to beat the heck out of you.
Ridley looks amused at this, and with a grin he steps over to the crowd, where a druid has mysteriously appeared from nowhere.
Ridley: Correct.
The druid hands something wrapped in a black silk cloth to Ridley, and there’s almost mass panic in the front rows as Ridley pulls out a ludicrously long and serrated blade, which flashes in the arena lights. London goes very pale indeed, but he stays still. Ridley moves closer a few steps, but London again holds his ground, fighting back his urge to run. Ridley raises an eyebrow, and then makes a sudden charge, slashing with the knife; only then does London’s courage fail him, and he bolts away around the corner with an involuntary cry of alarm. Ridley just shakes his head a little and gives the knife back to the druid, who melts away again into the disarray caused by Ridley’s little surprise; meanwhile London is back in the ring, and he folds his arms and stares at Ridley once more.
London: So you need a damn great blade to fight me, huh Ridley? I guess that’s cause you know you can’t beat me any other way.
The crowd is stunned by this show of defiance from London, and Ridley actually looks rather angry at this slight.
Ridley: That was a very foolish thing to say, London. Your ego is really going to get you into trouble one of these days….
Ridley steps back into the ring, and the two come to meet one another head on. They lock up for a second or two before Ridley goes down low and flips BK over him. With a sick grin Ridley puts London into the infamous Cattle Mutilation and the effect is immediate; London’s eyes widen and water, and he cannot stop the tears running down his cheeks as he bites his lip, actually making it bleed a little, trying to resist the truly agonising pain he is going through. In his mind London is torn; part of him just wants the pain to stop, but the thought of tapping to Ridley is even more excruciating to London, and finally with a massive effort he busts out of the hold and lies on the mat, mentally and physically exhausted. The crowd is amazed and their cheering gets even louder than before; London looks up and instinctively rolls to one side as Ridley tries to drop his spiked knees and knuckles on to him. London sits up, and then realises that Ridley has made an uncharacteristic error; the sharp spikes have impaled themselves to the mat and Ridley is stuck on his hands and knees. The crowd goes bonkers, egging London on, and he stands back up and walks over to Ridley, who is doing his best to free himself. London goes right to work, kicking Ridley repeatedly in the head before he gets another idea – he rockets to the corner, jumps up it and leaps off for a fameasser variation, driving Ridley powerfully against the canvas. Ridley is now properly dizzy for the first time in the match, and London pulls him free of the mat; with a quick gesture to the crowd he locks in Ridley’s own straightjacket hold, yelling insults at Ridley as he does so. The crowd also jeers the lord of hardcore; any pain he feels from the hold is overwhelmed by fury at London’s impudence, and with a roar of anger he wrenches himself out of the hold, spins around and nails London in the face with his spiked knuckles. London too feels anger surge through him, and he fights right back; the match threatens to degenerate into an all – out brawl, and the rough and ready style suits London to a tee. Fuelled by rage he counters Ridley’s blows and smashes him to the ground before slapping on a one legged inverted ankle lock, twisting with all his might. London continues to shout, but then Ridley sits upright and grins malevolently at him; London has just a second to comprehend the situation before Ridley hurls a blast of eye powder in his face. London staggers back, and Ridley laughs scornfully as he stands back up.
Ridley: You’re in my world now, little man.
London rubs the powder out of his eyes and glares back, his own irises now red and inflamed.
London: Yeah? Well get ready for a coup d’etat, smartass.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 6, 2004 16:24:16 GMT -5
London charges Ridley down and belts him with a punch; Ridley is taken by surprise by its force, and the camera reveals that London has produced a set of more traditional brass knuckles to assist him. London heads past Ridley and slides out of the ring; he quickly grabs the chair from before and is back in the ring just in time to dodge Ridley’s next attack. With the crowd cheering him on, London batters Ridley with the chair; Ridley punches at it and gets his knuckles stuck again, which distracts him just long enough for London to jump up and deliver an enziguri. Ridley’s steps become slightly wobbly, and London pulls the chair away, taking Ridley’s spiked knuckles with it; he administers one final huge blow to Ridley’s face and finally he falls. With the knuckles still embedded, London sets up the chair and positions Ridley before hitting a guillotine chair shot that makes the crowd cry out; London is covered in wounds all over his body, but now adrenaline drives him forward and he drags Ridley to the corner and again hops out of the ring. Despite everything, Ridley is already trying to get up, and London knows that he has to work fast. Ridley is just standing back up when London gets back on to the apron and uses 2 pairs of handcuffs to fix Ridley in place. Ridley’s face is a picture of black anger and he tries to kick at London, who moves aside; London pushes a box into the ring and re enters it himself, staying well out of Ridley’s reach. London delves into the box and produces a plastic bucket; everyone is confused, and things aren’t much clearer when London throws the water it contains all over Ridley. Ridley just smirks at London.
Ridley: I’m not the wicked witch of the west, molecule mind.
London doesn’t respond; instead he just smiles and produces what looks like a pair of miniature crossbows. London takes aim and fires the little bolts at Ridley’s upper chest; they bury themselves in the flesh, and trailing wires are seen to be attached to each one. London puts the crossbows back in the box, and lifts out something large and heavy; the crowd goes nuts as they recognise the industrial battery, and even Ridley looks just the tiniest bit surprised at London’s inventiveness. With a jumper clip in each hand, London grins, and looks Ridley straight in the eye.
London: You like pain, Ridley? Well then this should be the most fun you’ve had for a little while.
London applies the clips to the battery, and sparks fly off; Ridley is physically shaken by the force of the current, and the water ensures that every part of his body feels the full effect. London shocks him for seven seconds straight, during which time the camera cuts to a shot of other roster members watching backstage, who react either with cheering or with a look that says, “I’m sure glad that isn’t me”. AK looks particularly pleased at the result, and V3 notices.
V3: Wow, London’s got a real mean streak in him….
AK: Yeah, but it could have been worse. I’d have fired those pins into his balls.
The camera switches back to the ring; steam is rising from Ridley’s body from the heat of the electricity, and the fans are going off their heads. London looks at Ridley again, who has his head lowered.
London: Ready to give up yet, Ridley?
Everyone waits for a response, and they get one; Ridley starts to laugh, quietly at first, but then louder and louder until everyone present feels their blood freeze in their veins. Ridley looks at London and grins, and with a fast movement he snaps his arms together above his head, breaking the handcuffs in a single motion, before nonchalantly removing the bolts from his chest.
Ridley: Oh, my dear BK, you really do have no idea what it takes to defeat me, do you?
And then in a split second Ridley is attacking BK again with his roundhouse kicks; his feet are almost a blur, and London takes the hits before he can block. However, Ridley is using the same technique as previously, and London has a response – he catches Ridley’s final kick, spins him around and goes for a lariat. Unfortunately for London, he has not seen Ridley quietly producing something from his clothes and palming an item in each hand, and Ridley ducks the lariat; London whirls around, and there is a huge roar from the crowd as Ridley unleashes a fireball in homage to the Sheik, complete with a Sabu sky – point which gets a major pop. London goes down, and Ridley has his final masterpiece to show the audience; with London on his back Ridley turns him over, holding London’s right arm with his own right leg and kneeling on that knee. Some of the more knowledgeable fans see where this is going, and they start to get noisy; meanwhile Ridley sets up London’s legs and completes the Tsubasa Deathlock, impressing everyone in the arena with his skill. London is put under incredible pressure, and he face is etched with extreme suffering; his one free hand wavers in the air, but his pride is still strong after everything he has been through, and he puts it back down on the mat. London does not have enough energy left to break out of the hold, so he does the only thing he can; after 2 and a half minutes he passes out from the effects of the hold. The official at the side moves around, and seeing that London is out cold he motions to the security, who approach the ring. Ridley sees them from the corner of his eye, and releases London; he stares at his opponent, and looks a little peeved that London refused to submit to him.
Philip: Here is your winner………Ridley!
The EMTs are arriving to attend to London; Ridley is victorious, but the fans are still chanting for London, and his failure to make London actually tap needles him as he stalks away. London is very slowly starting to come around, but he waits for Ridley to be well out of earshot before he whispers to one of the medics, who gives him a shot of powerful painkillers to ease the incredible pain that London is in from the multiple wounds. As London is carried away, the thought occurs to him that Ridley wasn’t even actually angry with him before the match, and he shudders as he thinks about what the lord of hardcore might do to someone whom he really had a dispute with………
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 6, 2004 16:29:01 GMT -5
Segment: Old flames can still burn you (Credit: Rena)
The camera opens and reveals Rena wearing a leather top with leather hotpants. Her boots are knee-high and heeled 6-inches. She standing, sipping on some water. Amo walks into the room and smiles; he’s carrying the award given to him by RDK and looks extremely pleased with his night’s work.
Rena: Hey hon…how’s my favorite wrestler doing?
He smiles proudly, with Rena feeding his already HUGE ego. She smiles, and sits down.
Rena: Well…we need to talk business.
Amo shakes his head, in defiance.
Amo: Whoa! Babe…..how can you talk business in that?
He looks up and down, as if scanning her like a photocopier. He smiles, and she sighs.
Rena: Regardless as to my outfit this evening…we need to talk about your career as the most powerful wrestler in the ACW.
He poses and smiles, then looks at her with a huge grin.
Amo: Why thank you I—<br> Rena: I never said you were that now!..but with my help…you can become a rising star…and without my help…you can fall form the sky…you understand?
He nods, understanding partially what she’s saying.
Rena: If you want to make it in this business…you gotta have someone like me..and I will make sure you become the champion you are! I will make sure—<br> She’s cut off by a burst of laughter. The camera moves, and reveals Daredevil smiling at them both from the doorway.
Daredevil: A star!? A CHAMPION!? HAHAH! Listen Rena….even with the best in the biz…. which you definitely aren’t.... Amo will NEVER become a champ.
Rena merely smiles back.
Rena: I may not be the best in the biz right now….. but I know when I see talent….. and that, Daredevil, is why I left you….… you have NO talent…. why, a nun could wrestler better than you! HAHA!
Rena laughs at her comment, and Amo merely glares at Daredevil.
Daredevil: Well if that’s the case, why don’t you try out my skills…... yourself, in the ring!
Rena laughs and nods, but Amo steps in.
Amo: Don’t wrestle Rena… she’s no wrestler…... she’s MY Manager... and she left you for me! So stop being so pissy about it!
Rena: It’s fine Amo, I said yes! Backyard Brawl…next week…anything goes…last man…. or woman standing!
Daredevil grins and turns around, as if to leave the room. Amo looks at Rena with a frown, but Rena is smiling.
Amo: I wish you wouldn’t have taken on that trash-bag.
Daredevil swings around, and hits Amo in the side of the head with a chair. Amo falls down, out cold. Daredevil looks at Rena, and grabs her….. kissing her violently and forcefully. He throws her against the wall, and she slides down it to the floor where Amo is lying.
Daredevil: You’re on..bitch…..
He walks out of the door, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 6, 2004 16:29:44 GMT -5
Match 8: Skurai & Fury v Bladeshadow & RDK - Cage Match
After an extraordinary evening, the fans are both physically and mentally drained. Nevertheless they are still cheering and filling the arena with sound as the final match of the evening approaches, and the steel cage is lowered into place.
Philip: The last amtch tonight will be a team steel cage match – the participants will be paired, and the match will be won by the team who first gets both members out of the cage so that their feet touch the floor outside the ring. Introducing first, tonight’s acting ACW Chairman…..Jack Fury!
”This is Now” by Hatebreed hits, and Fury gets plenty of heel heat as he comes to the ring, his suit now replaced by his usual wrestling gear. He steps into the ring, and the sound in the arena increases massively as “New Noise” kicks in……..
Philip: And his partner, from Sacramento California……….Skurai!
The crowd is still deeply angry with Skurai, who just flips them off and comes to the ring quickly; he and Fury exchange words very briefly, and then “The Game” by Motorhead sends the fans into a frenzy.
Philip: Their opponents………first, from Yellowknife Canada……..the ACW International Champion, Macho Man RDK!
RDK walks down to the ring; he acknowledges the fans, but he is staring at Skurai and making it very clear that he does not approve of Skurai’s new attitude. He stops a few feet from the ring and waits; then “Step Up” roars into life, and Philip has to shout into the mic to overcome the huge storm of sound.
Philip: And finally, his partner…….from Upstate New York, he is the ACW World Champion………Bladeshadow!
The arena is almost shaking from the chants of “Sha – dow, Sha – dow” befire Blade even appears. He is back in his full ninja getup, and his mask covers the bruising from Skurai’s attack on Meltdown. He fixes his gaze on Skurai, and if looks could kill, Skurai would have been terminated on the spot. He walks down to join RDK, and all four men stare a little longer before RDK and Blade hand over their belts and step into the cage, just as Philip is coming the other way. Blade is no sooner in the ring than he has charged Skurai and driven him back to the post, and the referee signals quickly for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Blade punches Skurai repeatedly, letting his fury make him strong. On the other side of the ring, the temporary chairman has only one thing on his mind, and he makes a dash for the cage wall to try and outrun RDK. The Macho Man though is far too quick for this, and he springs up alongside him; the pair cling to the wall and exchange punches with one another until eventually they dislodge one another and fall back down into the ring. Meanwhile, Skurai has fought his way out of the corner and is starting to make some progress; Blade whips him to the ropes, but as Skurai comes back he pulls an RKO out of nowhere, and Blade falls down hard. Skurai stomps Blade a little before seeing Fury trying to parry a storm of punches from RDK; Skurai moves in to assist, and although RDK senses him coming and spins around to redirect a crushing punch, Fury uses the distraction to set up and use a big boot when RDK turns back around. As Skurai tries to shake off the effects of RDK’s punch, Blade rises back up behind him, and the crowd roars as a rage – filled Blade kicks Skurai to the mat and locks in the heaven’s arrow. Blade yells at Skurai, who is obviously suffering but refusing to tap even though such actions have no bearing on the match. With RDK still slowly getting up, Fury is again ascending the cage, but he sees Skurai in trouble and realises that leaving him in a 2 on one situation will almost certainly mean that he loses the match in the end. Fury jumps back down and rushes in, attacking Blade and forcing him to break the hold; Blade turns his anger on the great Scot and lets him try out a few of his awesome kicks. Fury is a tough guy to beat down, though, and he absorbs a lot of the force before striking back with his evenflow DDT. Skurai taunts Blade and picks him up for a sitdown powerbomb, but a recovered RDK spoils the party by rushing in and knocking everyone to the ground. All four men start to scrap together, with fists flying all over the place – this goes on for several moments until the group split, and Skurai whispers something into Fury’s ear. Skurai rushes forward with incredible speed and clotheslines both RDK and Blade at once, and Fury dashes to the cage and starts climbing as fast as he can.
Skurai goes on taunting both his opponents; RDK and Blade are not impressed, and Skurai is caught in a 2 on 1 assault. Skurai fights hard, but it’s clear that he can’t take both RDK and Blade at the same time, and RDK demonstrates his Macho Slam (spinebuster into Chokeslam) which Blade follows with his own Lights of Orion. Skurai lays still on the mat, and Blade and RDK see that Fury has climbed right out of the cage and put his feet on the ground; he has made it out of the cage first, but the crowd jeers him and Blade and RDK know that with Skurai down all they have to do is climb out together, and the victory will be theirs. RDK and Blade ascend the cage walls; they are just reaching the top when the crowd starts to make a huge amount of noise. Looking down, they can see that Skurai is back on his feet and smiling…..and when they see the shot on the titantron, they understand why. Fury has moved around the cage and is now kicking the door; all he has to do it open it, and Skurai will be out and the match over. The crowd is beside itself as Fury gets the door open, and Skurai runs – Blade and RDK look at one another, and then without hesitating Blade leaps from the top of the cage, triggering a storm of camera flashes, and lands on top of Skurai just a couple of feet from the door. The pair grapple on the mat as Skurai tries to get rid of Blade; Fury shouts to his partner but he fails to pick up on RDK climbing across the top of the cage. The crowd goes nuts as RDK moonsaults down on to Fury from above, catching him out, and then slamming his face against the metal chainlink door itself. Blade yells to RDK, who shoves the door properly closed before recommencing his battle with Fury, who is now living up to his name. Fury hits RDK with a German suplex, and RDK rolls back up and raises an eyebrow at Fury before giving him a Samoan drop in return, and meanwhile Blade and Skurai are facing one another down, each hungry for revenge on the other…..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 6, 2004 16:31:45 GMT -5
Skurai breaks first, yelling as he gores Blade right back to the corner. Blade gasps for air as the wind is knocked out of him, but Skurai only gets in two or three more blows before Blade fights back, hitting him with kicks to either side of his head, before jumping up to the top of the post and executing the Thor’s hammer. Skurai tries to roll backward to avoid it, and Blade only half – connects; this gives Skurai a chance to reply and he hits Blade with the twist of fate as he tries to get up again. The fans boo Skurai angrily and chant Blade’s name, and Blade responds; he gets back up and leaps up the cage in pursuit of Skurai, who is climbing quickly to the top himself. The pair try to hit one another; Skurai tries to stamp on Blade from above, but Blade grabs his leg and wrenches it until Skurai has to let himself fall to get out of this. The crowd roars for Blade, and both men are now focused on getting out; they begin to climb again, swiping at one another until they reach the top, where they balance on the thin top part of the cage and exchange blows once more. Both men throw everything they have at the other, and the crowd is dismayed as Skurai gets in a critical hit; with a quick finger to the crowd, Skurai grins and nails his 500 channels on Blade from the top of the cage. The ring almost gives way from the force of the impact, and both men lie still for several seconds; then with the crowd getting even more agitated, Skurai picks himself up and starts to climb out of the cage. Blade isn’t moving, and Skurai’s decreased speed isn’t an issue…<br> ….but on the outside, RDK has seen events unfold, and he realises that he has to try and do something quickly. He and Fury have fought hard on the outside, with RDK’s skills helping him to overcome Fury; the nearby crowd cheers as RDK hits his Rock Bottom and Fury is badly dazed. RDK looks up at Skurai, who is approaching the top of the cage; he goes to the door and tries to open it, but it has become jammed shut. The situation looks hopeless, and RDK finds himself wishing he had Rey Mcfoley, one of the fed’s cage match specialists, to help him……and then he has his brilliant idea. Skurai is already swinging his legs over the top, and RDK knows he will have just one chance – with a roar of determination, RDK picks up the limp Fury and raises him above his head, as if for a military slam; RDK’s power is hugely impressive as Fury is a large and heavy man. RDK backs up, takes aim…..and runs forward, hurling Fury at the last second against the cage wall above the ropes. The sound as the cage gives way is thunderous, and Fury ends up in the ring on top of the broken panel. RDK yells at Blade, who is roused by the noise and the sudden landing of Fury next to him, and Skurai looks down with shock to see the new hole, and Blade diving toward it. Skurai goes for broke and drops from the cage; he comes down on top of Blade, crushing him, but it’s Blade that touches the mats first and the crowd is euphoric as the bell rings.
Philip: Here are your winners………Macho Man RDK and Bladeshadow!
Fury is still in a daze from the impact against the cage, and he lies on the mat as Blade and Skurai roll over and over outside the ring, still viciously fighting one another and releasing their rage. RDK steps in and pulls Blade away, while other staff restrain Skurai; Blade is still furiously yelling at Skurai, but RDK speaks in his ear and tells him not to give Skurai any further attention. Blade calms down and nods, and taking his belt in hand he holds it up to his enemy.
Blade: Mark my words, Skurai, I will never surrender this belt to you, ever.
With that Blade and RDK walk back up the ramp, with the fans’ cheers accompanying them; Blade graciously thanks RDK for his flash of brilliance, which RDK modestly accepts. Skurai looks angry, but then he smiles deviously, and everyone can only guess at what his next twisted move will be in his war with Blade.
Skurai leaves the arena, but the show isn’t quite over; the titantron comes to life once more, and a shot of the backstage is revealed…….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 6, 2004 16:34:01 GMT -5
Closing Segment: Irreconcilable Differences
The fans boo and shout as they see Latino walking through the halls. He’s back in his street wear, and is evidently on his way home for the night.
Voice (from behind): Latino, wait a second……I need to speak to you.
Latino doesn’t react at all; he just keeps walking.
Voice: Hey! Are you hard of hearing? Wait up!
Latino gives a look of irritation, but doesn’t look back.
Latino: We have nothing to discuss. Leave me alone.
The footsteps behind him suddenly speed up to a fast run, and Latino is tackled to the ground by AK. Latino yells with anger and tries to push her off, but AK is too angry to be dislodged easily.
AK: Dammit, I will not let you keep doing this to me! You won’t return my calls, you treat me with zero respect, and now you’ve put Gary in the hospital for the night! What on earth has happened to you?
Latino wrenches himself free, and the pair stand up and face one another, both shaking slightly with overwhelming emotion.
Latino: I thought I made myself perfectly clear earlier this evening. I’m sick and tired of not getting what I want, and I don’t have to justify myself to anyone, least of all you. Now go, before I lose my temper completely!
Latino looks angry enough to carry out his threat and he has his fists clenched, but AK no longer cares, and she actually takes a step closer to him.
AK: Don’t even try and intimidate me with your butch bullshit, Latino, if you want a fight then I’ll give you one. As for what you said this evening…….I understood it perfectly, I just happen to disagree with your interpretation of events. As I recall, the person who lost our tag tiles was you, you were the one pinned……and all you lost was a silly bit of metal on cowhide! I lost my job, and I damn near lost my life as well! But not once have I ever blamed you for any of that, not even for one second, not even when I had near lethal levels of electricity shaking every cell in my body in that ambulance! So don’t you DARE try to sell me that load of bollocks! If you want revenge, if you want to beat me down, then come on and try it………<br> Latino steps closer and the pair are toe to toe; everyone holds their breath, and it looks like it’s all about to kick off….but then Latino unclenches his fist and takes a step back. The pair are still locked eye to eye.
Latino: No……..I don’t want that.
Latino looks away, and the pair move further apart. The anger is seeping out of both of them, and AK also looks down at the floor.
AK: I just want to know………where we went wrong.
There’s a long pause, and Latino takes a deep breath before their eyes meet once more.
Latino: Do you? Do you really want me to tell you?
AK just nods silently. Latino sighs.
Latino: When you were injured by Ridley and Rose…….you weren’t the only one who was on the critical list. I went to hell and back, over and over again for days….I was a shell of my former self. You don’t know what that did to me, the agony I went through……..I thought I would lose my mind, and I very nearly did.
Just the memory of that night makes Latino go a little pale, and his voice is a touch unstable.
Latino: But you came back, and I thought it was over…until Meltdown. At the wedding….you had to go and get involved, even though there was no chance of you actually being able to help them…..
Another pause.
Latino: I know why you do these things…..but it’s just going to keep getting you into trouble. Do you honestly think your actions make a difference? What’s the point in being courageous if the assholes win anyway? Look at BK tonight, they’re still pumping him with drugs to stop him going round the bend with pain as we speak…..but did he get the win? No! Next week, Ridley will still be the lord of hardcore, and BK will just be one more fool who got flattened by him.
AK: So because it’s harder to win if you’re not a bastard, that means we should all act that way, does it?
Latino: I’m not trying to tell you how to handle your own affairs, Alicia. All I know is, I never want to go through what I’ve suffered in the last couple of months ever again. It’s just not worth it.
There’s silence, in the arena, in the corridor, in the whole building AK’s eyes are glimmering with tears as she takes in the implications of what Latino has said, but she holds herself together.
AK: All I have ever really wanted was for you to be happy, Latino. So if that means pursuing the world title, then I truly hope you succeed. And if that means we go our separate ways……….
She can’t finish, and her voice dies away. A few people in the audience wipe their own eyes. Latino looks at the floor, and then picks up his bag.
Latino: All right. I guess I’ll see you around, then.
Latino turns and walks away toward the door. AK watches him all the way.
AK (softly): Goodbye, Latino.
Latino pauses for a second, but he doesn’t look back, and the door closes behind him. Only when he has left her far behind does AK sink to her knees and sob, covering her face as another cornerstone of her world crumbles into dust…………
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Latino on Sept 6, 2004 16:35:27 GMT -5
Very well done Ak as usual. Great promos and matches all around.
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Post by ridley on Sept 6, 2004 16:35:56 GMT -5
Superb, just like always, AK. BK and I put on the best one I've had in about a month, which is something for all of us to be proud of.
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Post by BK London on Sept 6, 2004 16:38:36 GMT -5
Great Show BK, Me vs Ridley was probably my best match in ACW. Thanks. And once again awesome show.
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Sept 6, 2004 16:51:49 GMT -5
*claps*
Top Notch Show AK!
Good Work BK and Rose!
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Post by bladeshadow on Sept 6, 2004 18:35:05 GMT -5
Of course, Great work as always AK.
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Post by amotehgreat on Sept 6, 2004 19:17:44 GMT -5
I am the Macho-est Man of them all! (Except RDK, of course)
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