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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 4:07:23 GMT -5
ACW proudly presents King of the Deathmatch 2004 OPENING ROUND ----------------------------------------------- Michael Kross vs Spider Fans Bring the Weapons Deathmatch ----------------------------------------------- TNT vs Atomic Kitsune Barbed wire Boards and Barbed wire 2x4 Deathmatch ----------------------------------------------- Double – Oh Four vs Venom Unlucky 13 Deathmatch ----------------------------------------------- Yamata no Orochi vs V3 Taipei Deathmatch ----------------------------------------------- Ridley vs GooeyGarth Fans Bring the Weapons Deathmatch ----------------------------------------------- Bladeshadow vs Skurai Lighttube Casket Deathmatch ----------------------------------------------- Yoko Satoshi vs Bob Four Corners of Pain Deathmatch ----------------------------------------------- Alexandra Kaesar vs Amo the Great High Impact Table Deathmatch -----------------------------------------------
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:27:47 GMT -5
ACW King of the Deathmatch 2004 Where there are no winners….only survivors
The show opens with an aerial camera panning over the top of the parking lot outside Home Depot in Memphis, Tennessee. The arena has been expanded into and across the street, providing enough sitting/standing room for quite a few people. Despite the 98-degree heat, a huge crowd has gathered in the parking lot (only 40,000 tickets available, all of which have been fought over and scalped like nobody’s business), and have already broken out the alcohol; several audience members are obviously inebriated and starting up raucous chants of “A C Dub, A C Dub”, which the sober onlookers are more than happy to participate in.
The arena is quite simple, for necessity’s sake. A guardrail puts the fans a good ten feet from the ring (a little more than the minimum required safe distance), with two entryway ramps. Each leads into an opposite side of the building, which is curtained off from view. In the ring, a ton of weapons have been placed on the canvas….lined up on the apron….even strewn outside of the ring on the asphalt. Each of these is distinctly unique; on a closer glance, one realizes they’re anything but conventional.
ACW has kickass fans.
Phillip steps in the ring to a massive pop, as the crowd realizes the event is about to start.
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first-ever Alpha Championship Wrestling King of the Deathmatch!!!
The pop continues, showing the fans’ approval.
Phillip: The first match of the first round will be a Fans Bring The Weapons Match, and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…..
“Woflshade” by Moonspell hits, and Kross steps through the curtains regally, brandishing his huge cross and wearing the LW title. He draws an impressive cheer from the assembled crowd.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring area, from the Vatican City, he is the ACW Lightweight Champion….Michael Kross!
Kross drops his heavy accessory on the ring apron, climbs into the ring, and calmly removes his cloak. He pans his eyes over the ring, surveying the myriad of unusual weaponry, as the Beastie Boys’ “No Sleep Till Brooklyn” roars from the sound system, and the curtains part once more….
Phillip: And his opponent….from San Diego, California, representing The Italian Mafia, and one half of the tag team champions…Donatello Enzo!
Enzo makes his way down the ramp, championship belt raised, with a confident grin on his face. He receives a few boos on his way to the ring, but the fans aren’t particularly picky about faces and heels; most of them just want some “sauce” on their barbeque. The former Entertainment champ, just like Kross did, takes a moment to look around the ring, familiarizing himself with the weaponry.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:29:02 GMT -5
Bell rings.
Enzo has worked the hardcore style quite a few times over the course of his career, but this is Kross’s first deathmatch. Despite his inexperience, Kross appears confident and alert, ready to adapt, as the two circle each other. The fans are wholeheartedly ready to see some violence, as evidenced by the crescendo of claps, which increase in speed until the two lock up. Donatello bodily shoves Kross, sending him rolling backwards across the ring, and he strikes a cocky pose as his opponent stands. Kross doesn’t show any signs of anger, but it is evident that he’ll have to rethink his strategy.
And rethink he does; as the two go to lock up again, Kross ducks under Enzo’s reaching arms and hits him with an armdrag as they turn to face each other. Not to be deterred, Enzo’s up again in an instant, and promptly gets another armdrag for his persistence. On the third time around, he knows better than to leave himself open, so he tries a lariat. Kross slides through his legs, and dropkicks him in the knee, sending the big man to a kneeling position.
Enzo, by this point, is genuinely annoyed, and stands, turning around to assault Kross. His fury dissipates in favor of shock when his face collides with a computer keyboard, and he falls all the way over and rolls out of the ring, clutching his face. Kross looks at the keyboard, only to discover that thumbtacks have been glued to the keys. Some are missing, however, and as the camera cuts to Donatello on the outside, he’s pulling a row of tacks out of his forehead. The sting is evident by the grimace on his face, but he grabs a pair of lighttubes (duct-taped together and wrapped in barbed wire) as Kross exits the ring, and takes a swing at him. Kross ducks under it, jumps over a low swing…..and eats a big boot from Enzo, sending him to the floor. He barely has time to get up to a kneeling position before Enzo blasts him in the chest with the barbed wire lighttubes, drawing audible “oooohs” and “aaaaahs” from the fans. Not one to waste time, 1/3 of T.I.M. rains a series of punches on Kross’s head, then knocks him over with a mini-lariat. He wanders off for a second, looking for a weapon, then settles on a baseball bat that’s been carefully wrapped in alcohol-soaked barbed wire.
Returning to Kross, Enzo clobbers him between the shoulderblades with the bat, drawing a Howard Dean-like “YEEEAARGH” from his adversary. However, Kross has enough presence of mind to crawl forward and grab something, and as Enzo raises the bat again, his attack is stopped completely by one end of a long paint-roller to the nuts. He doubles over, and Kross hits him in the back of the head with the roller, then runs it over his back numerous times, and it’s Donatello’s turn to shout; a closer look reveals the roller is covered in nails, and he has the honor of being the first man in the KOTDM to bleed (but it’s overshadowed by the shouts of “ROLLOUT!” from certain fans). Crimson trails flow down his back as he staggers to his feet, only to be thrown back into the ring by Kross. As Enzo slowly climbs back to his feet, Kross grabs a gasoline-soaked ironing board covered in lighttubes and sets it up outside the ring, sets it ablaze with a lighter, then hops back up to the apron. Enzo goes to punch him, but Kross blocks the punch and delivers a right hand of his own, then attempts a vertical suplex onto the flaming ironing board. Enzo’s too heavy, though, and manages to block by hooking onto the ropes with a leg, then decks Kross in the jaw, causing him to tumble off the apron and onto the ironing board.
Not one to waste an opportunity, Enzo bounces off the opposite side of the ring, and vaults over the ropes for a flipping plancha onto Kross. Or at least, onto where Kross used to be, because he’s rolled off the ironing board and the big man crashes through the flaming lighttubes (collapsing the board) as he lands on the asphalt, which earns them the first of the show’s many “HOLY SHIT!” chants. Kross quickly covers, and the ref counts 1….2….nope.
Both men hold a hand to their backs, grimacing at the pain caused by the fire and glass, but Kross is the first up, and he whips Enzo into the guardrail, then snatches up the Hardcore Chicken (a rubber chicken with thumbtacks on it that somehow manages to make it into every FBTW match ever) and belts TAKFA Spider in the chest with it, drawing chants of “CHICKEN! CHICKEN! CHICKEN!”<br> Sensing that he’s got Enzo pushed to the limit, Kross unleashes a series of kicks to the torso and head, dazing the bigger man and sending him stumbling around next to the guardrail. Kross backs up and signals for the Redeemer, which draws a roar from the crowd as he hops on the guardrail, runs across it, and leaps through the air. For a second, it seems like the victory’s in the bag, but then it all falls apart as Enzo catches Kross in mid-Redeemer. Lightning-fast, he launches into the Spider Bite, and Kross is out as he covers for the one, two, three. The bell sounds.
Phillip: The winner of this match, and advancing to the next round…..Donatello Enzo!
Enzo slowly stands, rubbing his bloodied chest, and raises his arms, then takes his tag belt and proceeds to the back to a sizeable amount of accolades from the crowd. He’s lucky to have participated in such a relatively tame match; there’ll be worse to come in the future rounds.
Kross dusts himself off as he stands, a bit dizzy, and in pain, but much wiser for his troubles. He’s had quite the learning experience today, and the fans applaud his efforts and willingness to go hardcore as he proceeds to the back, delivering blessings all the way.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:31:45 GMT -5
Phillip: This next first-round match will be a Barbed Wire Boards and Barbed Wire 2x4 Match. It is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring… he used to be the Entertainment champion, but lost it to BK London Saturday, and I promised BK I’d put this in his introduction, this is T…N…T!!!
”TNT” by AC/DC hits and TNT strides out from behind the curtains, a cocky smirk on his face. The fans jeer and boo him unmercifully, but he seems unaffected as he slides into the ring, raising his arms in a show of self-confidence.
“In The Shadows” roars from the speakers, and the crowd leaps to its feet…
Phillip: And his opponent…..
Another roar from the crowd causes TNT to turn around, and in his shock he finds that Alicia Kitsune’s already in the ring behind him. He freaks out, motioning for a time-out, and grabs a mic. With the acquiring of the mic, TNT is suddenly cocky again, and he smirks, feeling in control.
TNT: Well, well, well, so I’m wrestling Atomic Kitsune! The legend!!!
The crowd boos his mockery, and AK glares, just a little annoyed.
TNT: Now, you sure you wanna do this, babe? I’m a good deal bigger than you….
More booing.
TNT: And I AM known to be a little hardcore….
Even more booing.
TNT: ….so I’m gonna give you this ONE CHANCE to walk away----
A clothesline drops him to the mat, and the match is on.
Bell rings.
TNT’s getting completely pummeled from the get-go; AK lights into him with a series of right hands, then drops him over the top turnbuckle. Relatively experienced (or at least, more so than her opponent) in the ways of pleasing hardcore fans, AK channels Nick Gage by shouting “WHO’S THE MAN?”, producing a fork, and ramming it into TNT’s forehead until the blood flows heavy down his forehead. The fans respond with a good-natured “YOU DA MAN” and a proceeding chant from another section of “That’s fucked up!”
TNT rises from the ropes, a bit dazed, and fires off three or four shots at AK until his last punch is blocked, and he gets an Irish Whip into the corner. Unfortunately for TNT, the four corners have plywood rectangles covered in barbed wire propped up in each of them, and he crashes headlong into one. Turning around does him no good either, as he’s met with a running AK spear that snaps the board in half (with him still on it) and drives both combatants to the canvas. AK is the first up, and slides out of the ring as TNT slowly stands, the barbed wire still clinging to his back. He gingerly brushes it off and follows to the outside.
AK has retrieved the 2x4 plank, one end of which is wrapped in razor wire, and turns with a vicious backhanded swing aimed straight at TNT’s head as he comes up behind her. However, TNT’s finally ready, and he ducks the swing, then jumps over a low-aimed shot, drops AK with a lariat, and grabs the 2x4. AK barely makes it to her hands and knees before TNT thrusts the blunt end of the 2x4 into her back, jerks her head back up, and grinds the barbed wire end into her forehead, getting a little payback for the fork incident. AK squeals a bit, but having been through MUCH worse at the hands of Pain Incorporated, keeps more than enough presence of mind to elbow TNT in the gut, causing him to drop the 2x4. AK leaps to her feet and catches him in a front facelock, clearly about to DDT him on the board (which earns them their second chant of the night, a “DDT” chant in the style of Jake Roberts). However, TNT’s too fast, and he zips around and hits AK with a Northern Lights Suplex on the 2x4. AK rolls off the board, the back of her white attire tinged red, and TNT takes this opportunity to play to the crowd before making a cover. He’s taken too long, however, and AK kicks out at two.
Surprised that the suplex didn’t do the trick, TNT rolls AK back into the ring and covers again. This time, he barely gets a one-count as AK forcefully throws him off and kips up, pissed off. TNT staggers, regaining his balance despite his shock, and walks straight into a knee to the gut. AK grabs TNT and Spins the Bottle on him, sending him flying into another of the barbed wire boards. He barely manages to stumble out, the barbed wire still clinging to his back, before AK rips it off him and, grinning in an uncharacteristically sinister manner, shoves the barbed wire down the front of his pants. TNT does an amusing dance (which easily beats Rene Dupree’s), screaming loudly, until he gets caught in an inverted atomic drop, sending him thrashing to the canvas. Dragging a thumb over her throat, AK grabs one of the last remaining boards and lays it over TNT, barbed wire facing downwards, then goes up top. The noise level in the parking lot hits max as she sails off the top turnbuckle into the Ground Zero, and after four hundred and fifty degrees of flashing samite, crashes onto the board, annihilating TNT, and makes an academic cover; the ref counts one….two…..three..
Phillip: Your winner, and advancing to the second round…..the Atomic Kitsune!!!
TNT lies motionless as AK raises an arm in the air, pleased at her decisive victory. She wipes the blood off her grazed forehead and steps out of the ring. TNT manages to limp to his feet as well, and the ref considers assisting him with the removal of the barbed wire, but decides he doesn’t really want to dig around down there.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:35:05 GMT -5
As we return to the ring, Phillip stands amidst several hundred dollar bills, with a single staple gun at his feet.
Phillip: The next match will be a special Unlucky 13 match! Introducing first….
”No Sleep Till Brooklyn” hits, and Don Giovanni is greeted by a chorus of boos as he proceeds down the entryway. Oddly enough, he’s got his executioner’s mask on from his days in Pain Inc. Maybe it’s supposed to be a good luck charm.
Phillip:…from Las Vegas, Nevada…Angelo Giovanni!
Angelo stands on the top turnbuckle and raises the belt to taunt the fans, who respond by pelting him with bottles of Michelob Lite. He topples off the top rope, flailing frantically, as "Doll Daga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety Zag” hits.
Phillip: His opponent, from San Diego, California, Double-Oh-Four!
Double-Oh-Four powers his way down the entrance ramp, receiving scattered cheers; however, the crowd is for the most part dead at seeing a 004/Giovanni matchup. He leaps into the ring and shoves Angelo to get the match immediately started.
Bell rings.
Both men dash for the staple gun, but they knock heads and stumble back for a second, followed by a second dive for it. Angelo gets lower than 004 on the way in, so he’s able to grab the staple gun and roll out. As 004 gets up and turns around, Angelo staples a dollar bill to his bicep. Trying to follow up on his semi-stunned opponent, he moves in for another shot, but eats a lariat, and it’s Double-Oh-Four’s turn to grab the staple gun. Angelo frantically scrambles towards the ropes, trying to get out of the ring, but he’s caught, and 004 staples one bill right on the back of his masked head. After a second, Angelo stands and pulls off his executioner’s mask, revealing that the dollar is stapled to the mask, not to his face. Therefore, it does not count.
Angelo: HA HA HA HA HA----
KA-TCHUCK, another bill is stapled, this time to Angelo’s cheek, and he stops laughing to do a “dance of pain” similar to TNT’s from the last match. 004, on a roll now, clotheslines Angelo over the ropes in mid-dance, then stops to play to the crowd for a second. This costs him; as he reaches over the top rope, a recovered Angelo guillotines him and catches the staple gun, then grabs a leg. With a tug, the Masterful Mafioso is able to yank 004 out of the ring, and leans down to staple a dollar bill to his stomach. He’s preparing another dollar when Double-Oh Four kicks him in the knee, sending him down, and brains him with the staple gun. The two crawl in different directions before pulling themselves up on the guardrail, and then go at it again, throwing a series of right hands. Both men get banged up pretty badly until 004 blocks a punch with the staple gun. Angelo makes amusing grimaces as he rubs his knuckles in pain, giving Double-Oh Four an opportunity to staple two bills to each arm. 004 thinks this is absolutely hilarious until the Don, pushed a little too far, hauls off and kicks him right in the balls. Not content to stop there, Angelo grabs the bent-over 004, staples three separate dollar bills to his spine, and hurls him down the entry ramp into the wall. The two resume brawling right next to the fans, who seem very pleased.
Fan 1: This is actually pretty decent!
Fan 2: Yeah! Hey, Goombah, use this!
Angelo grabs the Heineken bottle from an outstretched hand and smashes it over Double-Oh Four’s face, drawing first blood, then decorates his ribcage with a dollar bill. So far, the score is Angelo 6, Double-Oh Four 5.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:36:14 GMT -5
Not content with being the only person who’s received a low blow in this match (and rightfully so), 004 stuns Angelo with a shot to the gut as he comes over, hoists him into the air, and crotches him on the guardrail. As the fans back up, he staples Angelo with two dollar bills, one to each nipple, then grabs a chair from the crowd and blasts him in the face with it. Angelo topples off the guardrail, dizzy, and is promptly dragged back to his feet by 004, who throws him into the wall next to the curtained entryway. They exchange punches again, brawling back behind the curtain, and the camera crews follow the two back into Home Depot as they continue brawling.
The first thing they come across is, conveniently enough, the toilet display. Angelo is the first to take notice of this, and he hurls Double-Oh Four headfirst into the rack of toilets on the wall, shaking everything around them. 004 retaliates by braining Angelo with a commode seat and stapling another dollar bill to his forehead while he flounders about.
However, Angelo’s flailing unbalances the shelf slightly….
004: Oh, hell, it’s gonna fall.
Both of them run as the entire shelf of toilets comes toppling down in a shower of dust, and as 004 coughs, Angelo casually takes advantage of his negligence by grabbing the staple gun and attaching a dollar to his right shoulder blade. Doble-Cero-Cuatro whirls in pain and decks Angelo with a series of right hands, then gives him a belly-to-belly onto the overturned shelves and staples a dollar right above his kneecap to bring it up to 7-9, in 004’s favor.
The fans are thoroughly behind this one now, and cheer loudly as Angelo grabs a fragment of porcelain from the shattered toilets; as Double-Oh-Four goes to pick him up, he smacks his adversary right in the already-bloodied forehead with the piece of commode, sending him stumbling back. Angelo, however, is also bleeding; his torso wounds have been leaking out for the last couple minutes. So by now, both men are panting heavily and struggling to focus on finishing the match. Angelo, having not been hit last, is the first to really regain his head; he turns and grabs the staple gun to continue his assault. Unfortunately for him, 004 has grabbed a plunger from the supply section, and he sticks it right on the Don’s face, blinding him. While he flails about, three more dollar bills are attached to various parts of Angelo, but he pulls off the plunger and mercilessly beats 004 about the head with it. The other hand works the staple gun, ravaging 004’s torso something awful until the two are tied 12 to 12.
Dusty Rhodes: CLUBBERIN’, CLUBBERIN’!!! HE BE CLUBBERIN’ WIT DAT PLUNDAH, TONY!!!
The voice of the ‘Merican Dweem inspires 004, and he rallies to spear Angelo down, dislodging the plunger. The two roll on the ground for a second until they both jerk upright with a KA-TCHUNK. The staple gun is between them; one person is the winner….but who?
They pull apart and the ref checks both men over…….odd. Both still have twelve stapled to their bodies; the gun must’ve gone off without stapling anybody.
Angelo: Well, I guess this means---
KA-TCHUCK! Double-Oh Four staples a dollar bill to his chest and Phoenix DDTs him to finish the job.
Phillip: (still in the ring) The winner, and advancing to the second round….Double-Oh Four!
Reactions are quite positive in the arena as 004 heads to have the dollar bills removed from his body. After a few minutes, Don Giovanni stands up and prepares to do the same. Both men get an impressive pop from the crowd, much bigger than the one that started the match. They’ve put on a show that they can be proud of.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:39:00 GMT -5
Phillip: Up next, we have a Taipei Deathmatch as the last match of this side of the bracket!
Synthesized voice: V………..3…………V…….....3……..….V…………3
”Real Muthafuckin’ Gs” by Eazy E blares from the speakers, the bass shaking the guardrail, and V-3 bounds onto the entryway, spinning with his arms outstretched. The fans give him a roar of approval, and he slides into the ring, rolling his already-taped hands in the barrel of glass that rests in the center of the ring.
All is quiet for a second….and then the Imperial March from Star Wars starts up, and a huge M1A1 Abrams tank rumbles through the curtains and down the entryway, shaking the guardrail far more than V-3’s bass did. Perched atop the turret is Yamata No Orochi, arms folded, impassive as always.
Phillip: His opponent….from Yokohama, Japan….representing Pain Incorporated….Yamata No Orochi!
Orochi hops off the tank as it reaches the ring, and “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It” starts up. A squadron of fighter jets streak overhead, sky-writing the phrase “Prepare to have your head squished”. He grabs the pair of cinderblocks that were on the front of the tank and rolls into the ring, taping up his hands and preparing to roll them in the glass---
???: Whoa whoa whoa! This party isn’t complete yet!
Everybody turns as Jack Fury comes walking down the ramp, with both his gloves and his boots covered in broken glass. Both of his eyes are hidden by the streaks of Nate Hatred paint that adorn his face. He’s got a mic and obviously means business, despite the shower of boos he receives.
Fury: Sorry to break up your little party, but there’s only ONE person here who could ever be the King of the Deathmatch, and that’s the Savior of ACW!
He slides into the ring, glares at V-3 and the newly-taped Orochi, and looks like he’s about to rush them both. Special referee Captain Tenneal looks at the three men.
Tenneal: …………….I’ll allow it. Now LET’S GET IT ON!!!
Bell rings.
V-3 and Orochi both charge Fury at the start, but he’s far too wise to try to take both on at once, and slides out of the ring. V-3 runs smack into Orochi, who turns and nails him squarely in the center of the face with a jab. This leaves him wobbly, and Orochi finishes the job by picking him up and tossing him out of the ring, over the guardrail, and into the fans. Fury is back in the ring by now, and he seizes his opportunity by leaping into the ring and assaulting Orochi. They trade a thunderous series of right hands before Fury gains the upper hand, sends Orochi into the ropes, and shoulderblocks him on the way back. However, it doesn’t quite work; the Japanese giant simply absorbs the impact, bounces off the ropes, and nails Fury with a shoulderblock of his own. Fury doesn’t go down either, and the two try a simultaneous shoulderblock; both crash to the mat and are up a second later, glaring at each other. It’s evident that Orochi is planning some revenge for his loss Saturday at the EOTR.
Another series of right hands is exchanged, causing shallow cuts to both men’s jaws and torsos. Fury ducks a lariat and hits Orochi in the chest with a big boot, then drops the elbow. Orochi rolls and hits a leg drop to the back of the head, picks up Fury, and tosses him out of the ring. However, he gives his opponent a little too much time to recover in following him, and Fury is ready. He plants Orochi with a kick to the gut, then drills him with a DDT on an X-Box (left over from the Spider/Kross match). V-3 has finally regained consciousness, and staggers over to attack Fury, who tosses the X-Box at him. Fortunately for V-3, he catches it.
UNFORTUNATELY FOR V-3, he gets a much closer look at it as Fury Van Daminates it into his face. He topples, departed from the waking world once more, while Orochi low-blows Fury with his glass-taped fists (and draws a “HEEEYEEEOOOOOOOW”), then tosses him back into the ring. Dragging Fury to his feet, Orochi clobbers him with a sledgehammer-blow from his two fists. The Fallen Angel doesn’t go down, however; he simply staggers into the corner. Orochi goes for a Stinger Splash, but there’s nobody home, and Fury is waiting for him as he turns around. The two make simultaneous grabs for each other, and end up in a Test of Strength…...until both men get the same idea and slam forward in a mutual vicious headbutt. Again, their foreheads crash together in a thunderous collision, and again, and again, and again….
…until Fury finally loses his balance, and Orochi shoves him down with a final, decisive headbutt, places a pair of folded chairs over him, picks up the cinderblocks, and heads to the top rope. The fans are silent with anticipation, wondering if the big man can fly after all….and are proven correct as Orochi flies off the turnbuckle into a picture-perfect LaParkinator with the cinderblocks underneath him. He crashes onto the chairs and subsequently onto Fury’s prone form with an impact that shakes the ring from corner to corner, then rolls off to the opposite side of the ring, grimacing and clutching his back from the impact. Fury is out like a light, and it’ll take Orochi some work to crawl over there---
---and suddenly the crowd is on their feet as a groggy, half-dead V-3 crawls into the ring and woozily topples onto Fury. Orochi is galvanized into action, and he dives across the ring like a possessed man, slamming himself down onto the pile----just after the referee counts the three.
Phillip: The winner of this match, and proceeding to the next round….V-3!
V-3 slides out of the ring just in time to avoid getting seriously pummeled at the hands of the furious Orochi, who has acquired his cinderblocks and looks thoroughly ready to murder him.
He’s lucky, though; there will be no asskicking this time, and V-3 advances. Orochi’s looks, however, indicate that he may yet get his revenge.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:41:38 GMT -5
The fan-brought weapons have returned, the highlight being a massive widescreen TV in one corner of the guardrail. However, the broken glass hasn’t even been totally swept up yet when, COMPLETELY out of left field, “Boogie Woogie Wu” by the Insane Clown Posse kicks in; the fans leap to their feet at Phillip’s somewhat-surprised announcement...
Phillip: Approaching the ring….from Birmingham, Alabama, he is the 2003 King of the Deathmatch….this is…RIDLEY!!!
The curtains are shoved aside as Ridley strides onto the walkway with no small amount of presence. He’s got his massive cape on, but it’s been accompanied by a crushed-velvet black top hat…..and as he raises his head, the image of a white skull is clear on his face. Ridley gets what’s been the biggest pop of the night so far, and he acknowledges it when he gets to the ring by leaping up to the second turnbuckle and throwing up the “X”.
This is repeated at basically every corner until Ridley grabs a microphone from one of the security guards, then shoves him off the apron.
Ridley: CUT THE GODDAMN MUSIC.
As the music immediately stops, Ridley glares out over the audience, his features accentuated by the “Samedi” facepaint. With the lack of marks in the audience, he quickly finds himself the recipient of what is probably the first “Ridley” chant in ACW history, drawing a grin from him.
Ridley: Now….I have been hit in the head with more objects than I care to count….
There’s a subtle tone of agreement as the fans discuss this.
Ridley: And I’ve done enough angel dust to debilitate the National Guard….
This one gets a decent pop.
Ridley: And then I’ve been all over the world, wrestling in a bunch of different venues….FMW….
A cheer.
Ridley: All-Japan….
Another cheer.
Ridley: ACW….
A big pop and a couple scattered “A C Dub” chants.
Ridley: But it’s always good to come back to my roots….right here in the Mid-South.
A wild pop for this one, and the “Ridley” chant comes back in earnest as Ridley salutes the crowd, evidently moved by the reception from the region he started wrestling in.
Ridley: Y’all ((THAT’S a first on TV from him)) made me everything I am today, and I’m taking this one home for each and every one of you. SO….
He hops back up on the top rope, and addresses a certain pair of workers in the back.
Ridley: Rey McFoley, GooeyGarth, get BOTH your asses out here, and I’ll get this triple threat over and done with!
He throws his cape off, removes his top hat, and both are taken away by security as, sure enough, different entrance music starts up:
Homer: Oy, the way the Bee Gee's played, Marge: Movies John Travolta made, Homer: Guessing how much Elvis weighed, Homer & Marge: Those were the days! Marge: And you knew where you were then, Homer: Watching shows like "Gentle Ben", Homer & Marge: Mister, we could use a man like Sheriff Lobo again! Homer: Disco Duck and Fleetwood Mac, Marge: Coming out of my eight-track, Homer & Marge: Michael Jackson still was black, those were the daaaaaays!
“Is that the shark?”<br> “Yeah…”
“….we’re gonna need a bigger boat.”<br> ”Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus begins, and a massive, souped-up purple moped comes roaring out onto the ramp. GooeyGarth is at the wheel, and he’s greeted by a reasonable cheer (especially considering his opponent), which increases even more when the moped pulls all the way out to reveal Rey McFoley on the back of it. They proceed down to the ring, with Gooey’s cat peeking out from the front of the moped, jump off, and slide into the ring.
The chorus hits just in time for Rey to break out the Sprinkler, drawing decent applause from the crowd. The music stops again, and Gooey has a microphone…
Gooey: Well, it looks like---
Ridley: Shut the fuck up when the Lord of Hardcore’s in the ring. AS I WAS SAYING, I suggest that you fine ladies and gentlemen stand back, because THERE’S ABOUT TO BE A FUCKIN’ DOUBLE HOMICIDE IN MEMPHIS!!!
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:44:04 GMT -5
Despite the crowd roar at this announcement, Rey and Gooey decide to get a pre-emptive strike in, and they rush in for a double-clothesline. However, at the last second, Rey jukes out and rolls out of the ring. Gooey is left to attempt a clothesline on Ridley by himself; it fails miserably, and he finds himself the recipient of the biggest blackhole slam he’s ever received.
Bell rings.
As Ridley stomps Gooey unmercifully, Rey grabs a lighttube bazooka that’s been painted yellow, orange, and white to resemble candy corn, slides into the ring, and goes to nail Ridley with it. Ridley ducks, and Rey bursts the entire thing over the back of Gooey (who was just getting up). Ridley clocks Rey, and jumps out himself to find a weapon. Rey’s back on his feet after a second, and goes to do a plancha on Ridley---but Gooey spins him around, obviously angry at having been hit with the lighttube bazooka. Rey tries to explain, but Gooey’s obviously not having any of it; he launches a flurry of punches on Rey, who reels as the fans cheer. Ridley, meanwhile, has slid back into the ring carrying an interesting weapon: four lighttube stars, held together by strands of barbed wire. He casually sets it down and watches with amusement as Rey and Gooey slug it out.
GooeyGarth has the advantage, and he catches Rey in a headlock, but Rey’s far too nimble, and he slips out, catching Gooey from behind and trying for a German suplex. He strains, but Gooey drops his weight and renders himself unliftable. Not to be discouraged, Rey tries again, and this time it works….because Ridley’s behind Rey, grabs him bodily around the waist, and delivers the first double German suplex in ACW history, sending Gooey and Rey crashing onto the lighttube star. Rey gets the worst of it, by far, and rolls to the side while Gooey staggers to his feet, still relatively conscious.
He doesn’t stay that way for long, as Ridley has acquired a two-by-four, and introduces Gooey’s forehead to one end of it: a cheese grater. The blood starts running heavy, causing a series of cheers, which escalate even more when Ridley turns the two-by-four around and rubs the other end all over Gooey’s busted-open forehead. It’s covered with a multitude of fluffy objects…..
Somewhere miles away:
John House: AUUUUGH, THE DIRTY TAMPONS, ERIC!!! THE DIRTY TAMPONS!!!!
Eric Gargulio: My goodness, excuse me!
John House: SOMEONE CALL NINE ONE ONE!!!!
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:45:28 GMT -5
After a couple seconds, GooeyGarth realizes the tampons were obviously soaked in rubbing alcohol, as evidenced by the fact that his forehead feels like the fires of Hell have taken it over. He screams and thrashes away, clawing at his forehead frantically, while Rey slowly stands to his feet…..only to eat a lariat that sends him over the top rope. Having recovered from the tampon assault, Gooey charges forward to shoulderblock Ridley, but instead takes a back body drop, causing him to land smack on top of Rey. As the two recuperate and argue, Ridley looks around the ring for a second….discovers a massive pane of glass, and gets a huge grin.
Rey: The hell are you doing, man? I thought we were supposed to work together!
Gooey: It’s not my fault, I---LOOK OUT!!!!
A second later, the pane of glass drops down onto them. Both men have their wits about them, despite being distracted with each other, and catch it. This plays right into Ridley’s hands (he’s already bouncing off the opposite rope), and the two find themselves the victims of a Tope Con Queso Bel Grande as Ridley leaps into the air, rotates about four hundred degrees horizontal, and crashes onto Rey and Gooey with the glass between them, shattering it all over the place and bloodying all three men, drawing a chorus of “ooh”s and “aah”s.
Ridley’s the first one back up, but as he goes to get a weapon, Rey’s up again, and he gets in the first actual non-Ridley offense---namely, a forearm to the back. Ridley stumbles slightly, and Rey goes to Irish Whip him into the big-screen TV. It’s reversed, and Rey’s the one who crashes into the screen. Oddly, the glass doesn’t shatter, so Ridley shoves the TV over onto Rey, screen-first. It STILL doesn’t break. Ridley shrugs and turns to Gooey, who’s just getting up, leaving Rey pinned under the massive television (with only his legs visible). Gooey attempts some minor offense, which is quickly shrugged off as Ridley tosses him into the ring, searches……and finds the OTHER requisite FBTW item besides the Hardcore Chicken: the Lighttube Cactus.
Lovingly, Ridley places the potted cluster of lighttubes (spray-painted green and covered in thumbtacks) onto the TV, slides in the ring, and drags a thumb over his throat, drawing a few cheers as he plans to end the match. He throws GooeyGarth up onto the top turnbuckle and grips both arms in the double underhook; cameras flash all over the parking lot as Ridley launches off the top rope into the Concerto of Blood, slamming Gooey’s upper body down onto the Lighttube Cactus and the TV. This accomplishes two things. First, it completely destroys the cactus in a cloud of shattered glass and tacks. Secondly, it brings something close to five hundred pounds down on the TV, finally breaking the screen, and causing Rey’s legs to jerk, and then fall still.
Ridley stands and dusts himself off in an exaggerated manner, then shoves the TV away (revealing a half-dead, severely bloodied Rey), drops Gooey on him, and covers both as the ref finally musters up the courage to get up close and count one, two, three.
Phillip: Your winner, and advancing to the quarterfinals…Ridley!!!
Ridley throws up the X as he climbs from the rubble (to the chants of ‘HOLY SHIT!”, and circles the entire ring once, high-fiving fans along the way. He then heads up the ramp, continuing the high-fives, and puts up a final X before disappearing behind the curtains.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:47:16 GMT -5
Phillip: The next match will be a Lighttube Casket Deathmatch. The only way to win is to place your opponent in the lighttube casket and then destroy it!
”Destroy,” naturally, is open to interpretation.
Phillip: Introducing first, from Sacramento, California…..
”New Noise” starts up and the curtains swirl as the cheers build…
Phillip: Weighing in at 289 pounds, the ACW World Heavyweight Champion…Skurai!!!
The music kicks in heavy as Skurai shoves the curtains aside and proceeds to the ring, head down and eyes dead focused. There’s a shower of deafening cheers, just about on par with Ridley’s, especially from the more hardcore fans (some of whom have “SKURAI IS MY IDOL” signs).
Skurai finally acknowledges the cheers when he jumps up on the apron, and rather than entering the ring, climbs to the top turnbuckle and holds his title in the air, drawing another wave of screams. He steps down, throws off his cape, and examines the decent-sized casket, its insides lined with lighttubes.
Phillip: And his opponent!
With a “ONE TWO THREE FOUR” the sound system roars into “Step Up” by Drowning Pool, and the curtains part on the opposite ramp.
Phillip: From New York, New York, a helluva town…Bladeshadow!!!
The ex-champ wastes no time with high-fives or other fan greetings; he dashes full-speed down the ramp, dives into the ring, and is trading blows with Skurai in an instant. The bell rings as the two throw a series of punches that would make Sonic Blastman (OOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLD SCHOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLL) cry from loss of self-esteem, repeatedly crashing their knuckles into each other’s cheeks, jaws, and temples, until BS draws on his MMA background and nails a palm strike to the solar plexus, stunning Skurai for a second and causing him to turn his back and drop to a knee. Blade takes this opportunity to grab two of the numerous lighttubes lying around the ring, and smashes one onto Skurai’s shoulders, sending glass shards everywhere. He raises the second lighttube again, but is stopped short: Skurai has acquired a tube as well, and his shot is a good deal more effective as he slams it upwards into Blade’s crotch.
As the glass shatters and Bladeshadow doubles over in pain, Skurai grabs another lighttube, bounces off the ropes, and hits a swinging neckbreaker with the tube, giving Blade a reason to flail around like a dying fish. The champion signals for the end; he opens the casket and Irish Whips his opponent to the ropes, giving him a backdrop right for the casket.
It doesn’t work out quite like he’d hoped, however, as Bladeshadow uses his mad ninja skillz to land on the edge of the casket, balancing perfectly. Skurai turns around and takes quebrada gourdbuster straight into the casket, shattering quite a few tubes, and the door is slammed shut on him. Blade heads up top, preparing for something big (most likely the Thor’s Hammer), but we’ll never know what it was to be, as Skurai kicks open the door (giving it a “HE’S ALIVE!” feel and netting a decent pop), sits straight up, and hurls a lighttube star at BS, nailing him directly in the face. Blade wobbles, and that’s more than enough time for the new champ to charge over and bounce off the ropes, crotching him on the top turnbuckle. Skurai climbs up as well, and sticks a whopping FIVE lighttubes down the front of Blade’s collar, then picks him up, apparently setting up for an Electric Chair Drop off the top rope. What he has in mind is even more devastating, though; the crowd is on their feet as both Skurai and Blade launch off the top into an Assault Driver, crashing onto the Smart Mark Video table and busting all five of the lighttubes in Blade’s shirt. The third “HOLY SHIT!” chant of the night starts.
Outside the ring, Skurai is thoroughly in control. He drags BS to his feet and slams his face several times into the timekeeper’s table, then rains down punches on his thoroughly-bloodied forehead. Blade, however, is frantically searching for a way to escape, and he finds it; his free hand flashes through the air, and the ring bell connects with Skurai’s skill with a mighty DING. Skurai shakes for a second, thoroughly dazed and now with blood gushing from his scalp, and then Flair Flops onto the table, allowing Bladeshadow a chance to get to his feet.
Rolling Skurizzle Fo Shizzle all the way onto the table, Blade places a few more lighttubes onto him, then climbs to the apron with a chair in hand. He tentatively balances on the second rope, grips the chair close, salutes the crowd and then hops up onto the third rope and performs an Asai Chairsault. The attack clears at least a good ten feet of horizontal distance, and as BS smashes down onto Skurai, glass and wood go up in a cloud that almost hides both competitors amidst the renewed “HOLY SHIT!” chants.
It takes almost a full minute for Blade to get back to his feet, but he’s showing signs of confidence. He rolls Skurai into the ring, then picks up the casket and opens it, setting it against the ropes. Skurai’s recovered by the time he turns around, however, and Blade takes a shot right in the chest with the lighttube bazooka, gouging quite a few visible slashes under his ninja attire. He staggers, and Skurai, who can barely see for all the blood in his eyes, puts the casket against the turnbuckle, intending to end this as quickly as possible. For the second time now, Blade finds himself the victim of an Irish Whip at the casket, and for the second time, he reverses it. Only this time, Skurai plummets into the casket (the door slamming shut) as BS nimbly jumps onto the second rope and sideflips onto the top turnbuckle behind the casket, then leaps off----
It all happens in a split second. A full-rotation Canadian Destroyer sends the casket crashing to the mat, bringing up a deafening SMASH of glass and the ring bell.
Phillip: Your winner, and advancing to the next round, Bladeshadow!
Soaked in both Skurai’s and his blood, Blade slides out of the ring and salutes the fans as he exits the arena. The audience isn’t exactly thrilled that Skurai’s out in the first round, but they enjoyed the match, and let both men know it with an enthusiastic ovation.
Skurai has only just opened the casket, and he’s a mess of gore; tissue hangs slightly out of one arm, and it’s obvious that he’ll need a blood transplant soon to prevent lightheadedness. However, he gets a huge pop for the ending bump as he’s assisted from the ring, carrying the heavyweight title over his shoulder.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:51:23 GMT -5
As we return, the ring has been set up with a different object at each corner. Phillip prepares to announce the next match.
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is a Four Corners Of Pain Match. In corner number one, we have a Light Bulb Board. In corner number two, a sheet of Razor Wire Netting. In corner number three, a Thumbtack Dance Dance Revolution Pad. And in corner four, there is a Wading Pool Filled With Rubbing Alcohol!!!
Tons of excited murmuring, and a loud ovation for the alcohol pool, which quickly gets louder as “Stomp It To My Beat” starts.
Phillip: Introducing first----
Bob, whose ribs are thoroughly taped from the massive beating he received at EOTR, doesn’t even make it all the way out of the curtains before a croquet mallet smashes him in the back of the head. He stumbles forward, and the curtains part as Yoko Satoshi tackles him from behind, slamming Bob into the guardrail. This continues all the way up the ramp, with the fans kinda getting behind it (but mostly surprised into silence), until they reach the ring, where Bob is tossed under the ropes and into the ring.
The pain doesn’t stop there, oh no. Yoko slides in after him, and Bob, on his feet and recovered, punches at her. It’s blocked, and he quickly finds himself the recipient of five rapid-fire punches and an Irish Whip. As he comes back, the crowd roars in astonishment and delight as Bob is Gorilla Pressed a full six feet in the air by the Flower of Carnage (who shouts one of those anime war-cries) and dropped, headfirst, on the board covered in light bulbs. Most of the bulbs are crushed, and Bob springboards back to his feet, gashed up a bit and bleeding already, and does a dance similar to TNT’s from earlier in the show. He gets about halfway through and is met with a kick to the gut. As Bob doubles over, Yoko places the DDR pad behind her and snap suplexes Bob onto it, making him twist and howl with thumbtacks sticking out all over his back.
The fans are still almost completely silent, astonished at the primal fury Yoko’s showing as she rains down punches and kicks on Bob, followed by kneeling and actually BITING him in the forehead, then leaning back and spitting the miniature gob of blood into the air. This gets an “oooh….” from the fans, but Yoko isn’t discouraged; she leans in and ravages Bob’s head again, a savage grin lighting up her features as she sets up the razor wire sheet, now curled into a ball, on the mat in front of the wading pool. She turns around and is pleasantly surprised; Bob has managed to drag himself to his feet, and he swings, punching Yoko once….twice…..
…..nope. Yoko was ready for this, and her lips spray a red cloud right into Bob’s eyes. He doubles over, blinded by his own blood, and Yoko bounces off the ropes before hitting the Flying Guillotine onto the balled-up razor wire. Bob ricochets off and crashes backwards into the pool of rubbing alcohol, thrashing wildly as his cuts and scrapes burn WITH THE FIRES OF A THOUSAND HELLS!!!!!!!!
*cough* Sorry.
Anyway, Yoko shakes her head as she produces a lighter, flicks it on, and ever-so-casually tosses it in, lighting the pool up in a massive holocaust. Bob flails, but Yoko’s right on him as she turns him over in The Ol’ Ball And Chain in the middle of the flaming pool. Bob taps frantically before the ref can even get all the way down.
Phillip: The winner of this match, and advancing to the quarterfinals…Yoko Satoshi!!!
“Flower of Carnage” plays as security sprays Bob with a fire extinguisher, and Yoko climbs out of the ring, not acknowledging the scattered accolades of the crowd. She’s obviously dead set on winning the tournament, and will not lose her focus until the goal has been achieved.
Bob, meanwhile, is taken out on a stretcher, spasming uncontrollably and screaming “BLOOD, BLOOD, IAGO, BLOOD!!!” despite the fact that he’s half-dead. If Fury’s attack at EOTR didn’t do the trick, this definitely has.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:54:11 GMT -5
(Credit for this match belongs to the White Rose))
This crowd loves violence; they see it every day in their lives, but tonight their expectations have been exceeded. The crowd does not hush as Philip steps into the ring. In fact, they grow louder.
Philip: Ladies and Gentleman, this next match is a High Impact Table Match. The only way to win is to put your opponent through a table from a height of ten feet or more. Introducing first, From Saint Petersburg, Russia. Please welcome Alexandra "The White Rose" Kaesar.
Scars Of Time hits and Rose walks out from behind the curtain focused and surprisingly upbeat. She is very focused on the night, because it is far from over in her mind. She walks down the ramp and does so with the intention to maim her opponent and beat him within an inch of his life. She enters the ring and stretches a little in her corner, anxiously awaiting the game to begin.
Philip: And next from Los Angeles, California. Please welcome Amo The Great.
Magnificent 7 hits and Amo comes out from behind the curtain and the fans cheer loudly for him he has the Jr. Title on his shoulder and then he poses to the crowd and cameras flash and women scream. He walks down the entrance way and cameras do not cease flashing. He give a high five or two to the fans and he kisses a particularly hot female fan in the front row on the hand. He enters the ring and poses for Rose and for the crowd. This serves to make the fans happy, but it has the opposite effect on Rose. Philip exits the ring and the referee calls for the bell.
Bell Rings
Rose stares down Amo with a cold sly grin on her face. They tie up and in a blink of an eye she is shoved down by the superior strength of Amo. Rose gets to her feet and locks up with him yet again, but this time she takes him down with drop toe hold. She puts Amo in a side headlock, but he powers out easily and they both jump up the their feet. They tie up again and Amo again gains control and throws Rose out of the ring. Amo goes out through the middle rope, but Rose recovers and grabs his leg, tripping him and causing him to bang his head on the apron on the way down. Rose takes advantage of the staggering Amo by hitting him with a Russian Leg sweep on the outside. Rose climbs up the apron an awaits for Amo to get to his feet and when he does he is not facing her, but is facing the crowd instead. Rose grabs Amo’s head from behind and jumps off the side or the apron hitting Amo with a strange variation of the bulldog.
With Amo down, Rose begins to look under the ring for any kind of twisted weapon she could use on him. Rose finds a table, which she is quick to sit up directly beside the ring apron, but just as she finishes she feels Amo pick her up from behind and hit her with a back suplex. Amo regains control using his brute strength, but he does not rest on his laurels, he picks Rose up rather easily and hangs her out to dry on the barricade. The fans cheer for Amo loudly as he climbs the table Rose had set up previously and awaits for her to regain her footing. Rose regains her breath and gets off of the barricade and turns around only to be hit by a flying double ax handle from Amo. Amo then heads towards the rings announcers position and asks Philip for his chair, but Philip insists that it is his chair, so he gets pushed out of the chair as Amo takes it for his own.
Amo turns around and sees that Rose is already to her feet, staggering in front of the steel steps. Amo charges with the intent of taking Rose’s head off and the fans cheer in anticipation of his intent, but their cheers are stifled as Rose drops to the ground and takes Amo down with a drop toe hold that causes to land face first on the steel chair, which hits the steel steps. Rose gets to her feet and takes the steel chair from between Amo and the steel steps, she takes the chair rears back and hits him in his left arm. Amo screams and pain and clutches him arm with his remaining hand, but his screams grow louder as Rose rears back and hits Amo in the shoulder yet again. Rose stops, smiles, and drops the chair down to the ground. Rose grabs Amo by his remaining arm a slides him back into the ring. Rose does not immediately go back into the ring, but instead she slides the chair into the ring and climbs up to the ring apron. Amo gets up to his feet as a chair slides into the ring, he picks the chair up and sees Rose springboard off of the ropes fly through the air with a springboard dropkick, but Amo picks up the chair and sidesteps Rose, hitting her in the back on the way down.
Amo picks Rose up and gives her a Gut wrench into a Sitdown Powerbomb, but he does not stop there, he follows up with a slew of kicks and elbow drops to keep Rose down. Amo picks Rose up and Irish whips her into the nearest turnbuckle and follows with a running clothesline that hits it’s mark. Amo sits Rose on the top turnbuckle and the fans cheer loudly as he pauses and poses for the crowd. He stands Rose up as he stands up too and tosses her off the top and the crowd cheers loudly as a 1,000 cameras flash in unison. Rose’s body soars through the air and heads straight for the table sat up earlier, but as she hits it the table doesn’t break and Rose bounces off of it to the outside. Amo’s face is one of shock, by sheer dumb luck this match has been stolen from him.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:55:04 GMT -5
Rose lies on the outside her and she can be seen barely and painfully laughing, at this turn of events. Amo then wonders what in the Hell he can do to win this thing, he looks up towards the heavens in an attempt for divine inspiration and then he sees the scaffold above the ring. Amo smiles and he jumps of the turnbuckle to the outside and goes after Rose who is still laying on the outside. He picks Rose up over his shoulder and carries her to the nearest strut up to the scaffold, but about halfway Rose slides out and locks in the Smell The Roses(her version of the Dragon Sleeper). She cannot win by submission and only holds it on long enough to temporarily incapacitate Amo. She goes back to the ring apron and pulls out two tables and slides them into the ring in quick succession.
Rose goes into the ring and sits the tables up side by side, before she looks up to make sure they are in position and then leaves the ring. Amo is regaining composer and has gotten on one knee before Rose runs and gives him a knee attack into the head knocking him back down. Rose walks up to the tall ladder that goes up to the scaffold and has already formulated a plan in her head. Rose begins to climb the ladder up and stops every few steps to look back down and she sees that Amo is following her from a safe distance. Rose gets to the top and waits for Amo to make it to the top as well and when he does, she waylays into him with a flurry of left handed shots to his head. Amo has forgotten the fact that Rose is a southpaw and the blows cause him to stagger and almost lose his balance. Amo fights back valiantly against Rose and being the stronger of the two, he begins to gain control of the contest.
The two fight back in forth with Amo taking control towards the middle of the scaffold which is over the ring. Rose goes for a clothesline, but Amo ducks and clubs her in the back dropping her to her knees. Amo looks down and goes to push Rose off the top of the scaffold down to the ring and through the table, thus ending the match. Amo pushes with all his might and Rose goes off the Ledge. Amo gets up in Celebration and turns to pose to the crowd. He hears something strange and that is not the table breaking like it should. Amo hears Rose let out a scream in rage as she grabs him by the ankle and trips him up. Rose is hanging on the side of the scaffold and is almost back up. Amo is on the ground and he kicks Rose up the side of the head and causes her to lose her grip even more. He goes to kick again, but this time Rose pulls him of with her and they are both hanging from the side. They both struggle to climb to back up and trade kicks back in forth, neither person gaining control.
Both combatants climb up at about the same time and begin to trade punches and kicks on. Amo using his brute strength takes control and hits Rose with a vicious DDT. Amo poses for the crowd and the go bananas in anticipation for his victory. He waits for Rose to get up and kicks her in the stomach and pulls her into Powerbomb position. He gets her up into the air and the cameras flash and the fans cheer. He brings her down, but Rose locks her legs and reverses the move into a Hurricanrana and grabs a hold onto the scaffold and Releases Amo as he falls off and smashes through the table. Rose is hanging off and smiles an insanity filled sane smile to the crowd before climbing back up the scaffold.
The Bell Rings.
Rose stands atop the scaffold and looks down on Amo who is conscious and appears to be in relatively good (if really sore) condition. She blows a kiss to Amo as her payback for his transgression before the beginning of the match. Rose climbs down and goes backstage to await the next round.
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Post by ridley on Sept 20, 2004 15:55:57 GMT -5
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, the quarterfinals are about to begin! The first match of this round will be a Lighttube Tables Deathmatch!
Three tables have been set up outside the ring, and six long, off-white lighttubes have been duct taped to the top of each.
Phillip: ……if you’ll excuse me, folks, I’ve just received word that this is now a 2/3 Lighttube Tables Deathmatch, in which you must put your opponent through two of the tables to be victorious.
This announcement is greeted by a storm of cheers, which only escalates when “No Sleep Till Brooklyn” starts up again.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring…..advancing from the first match of the opening round….Donatello Enzo!
Donatello slides into the ring, raising an arm in acknowledgement of the cheers. He puts his back to a corner, suspicious of what he saw happen to TNT in the last round, and is thoroughly prepared as Phillip makes the next announcement.
((Note from Ridley: I hate the Rasmus. As such, I find it necessary that, advancing to the second round, AK gets better theme music…..))
”Final Resistance” by Dark Tranquility roars from the sound system…
Phillip: His opponent, from London, England, weighing in at 132 lbs…..Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!!!
AK makes her way to the ring, dispensing the occasional slapped hand (or raised eyebrow, for some of the guys), and rolls in. Her minor scratches from the first round have been taped up, and she’s looking around 95% condition or so.
Bell rings.
AK and Enzo circle each other for the first couple seconds of the match. AK knows that she is at a distinct disadvantage size-wise, but she’s taken on larger opponents before, and so she’s more than prepared for this one.
It’s evident as Enzo rushes for her; AK ducks and goes to slide through his legs, just like Kross did. Enzo’s ready this time, and he catches AK by the shoulders, then drops back, hurling her over his head in what can only be described as a belly-to-thin-air suplex. AK very nearly lands on her head and manages to roll over and pull herself up on the turnbuckle, but she gets grabbed again, and Enzo whips her across the ring and hits a clothesline in the corner. AK staggers slightly, and gets clobbered with a big boot, sending her back down.
At this point, the requisite “clapping crescendo” starts up as the fans try to rally behind AK, but for the time being, it appears to do no good as Spider hoists her over his head for the Outsider’s Edge. He takes a dash forward and hurls the Kitsune over the top rope, sending her through one of the lighttube tables. There’s an audible “OOOH” as the table collapses and AK thrashes, bleeding anew from the shoulder sinews. Enzo slides out of the ring, following after, and drops a few right hands on AK as he pulls her to her feet, then throws her BACK in the ring and reaches under the ring to pull out a lighttube bazooka. As he puts it up on the apron at face level to push it into the ring, he neglects to think that AK might be on her feet, much less rebounding off the ropes to baseball slide the massive conglomeration of lighttubes into his face.
Unfortunately, hindsight is always 20/20, and the lighttube bazooka shatters on Donatello’s face. He falls over backwards with such an impact it causes him to backflip and almost crash into the guardrail, lying dazed. However, the impact is only enough to stun him briefly, and he climbs to his knees---only to see AK jumping up on the top rope and launching out the ultimate Dragonrana outside of the ring, which DOES send Enzo crashing into the guardrail. The railing shivers, and AK capitalizes by actually picking the big man up and bringing him down hard, crotching him on the guardrail. He has about a second to recover (and the fans have equal time to back up) before AK slams a chair straight into his forehead, and now both wrestlers are bleeding in earnest.
Enzo slides sideways and kinda falls off the guardrail, landing on his shoulders and rolling sideways. AK grabs one of the lighttube tables and throws it in the ring, then slides the other one in, almost as an afterthought. She needs to put Enzo through both in order to win, but that’s going to prove a bit difficult; he’s back on his feet and hits her with a few clubbing forearms, then tosses her over the second rope and back into the ring. Enzo follows and sets up both tables, right next to each other, and picks up AK. He holds up three fingers, drawing a pop as the crowd realizes he plans on going all the way. Donatello sets AK up for the powerbomb, does the chin flick, and dashes forward, but AK slips out of his grasp over the tables, catches him by the neck, and runs up the turnbuckle in the Fox Flip---
CRASH!!! Donatello plummets through both tables in a shower of glass and wooden splinters (drawing dueling “HOLY SHIT!” and “A C DUB” chants). From her landing point on the mat, AK manages a pained smile as Phillip steps back into the ring.
Phillip: The winner, and advancing to the semifinals…..Alicia Kitsune!!!
AK slowly stands, having exerted far more effort in this match than in the previous one, and allows the ref to raise her hand in victory. She proceeds to the back, eager to get bandaged and rested up for the next match.
TAFKA Spider, meanwhile, gets an impressive pop as he is helped to walk up the ramp. He at least made it past the first round, and put on an impressive show while he was at it.
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