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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:01:23 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #90 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
January 24th, 2006 Okinawa, Japan The Satoshi Household
When we last left our heroes, Gatogal and Frost, they had barely escaped an encounter with the Yakuza. The battle came with good news and bad news. The bad news was that Boss Koji was NOT the so called Engineer they had been seeking for so long. The good news? He let slip that he had ties to Mercer Stanton. Finally, the mystery is coming to a close.
It has been nearly two weeks since they leaped from the Yakuza building, and Yoko and Sarin have used the time to rest. But now they have to finish this and find Stanton.
…Which is, of course, a feat in itself.
They’re in Yuki’s computer room presently.
Yoko: So, search for him already!
Yuki: You think I haven’t?
Sarin: Yoko, even I’VE done a search already. There’s nothing useful.
Yuki: Tribute sites, news articles regarding his death, the pages for companies he owns. Stantoncorp, Stanton Industries, Recrem Studios, etc. Normal things.
Yoko: Then how do we FIND him?! We can’t let him come to us again with more hired hands.
Sarin: I do agree there. We need to strike first. Yuki, is there anything else you can do?
Yuki: Sort of.
Sarin: Sort of?
Yuki: If I get to know some of the people on these sites, I MIGHT be able to get a possible location from them. But…
Yoko: But?
Yuki: It could take a while, it’s a trial and error process.
Yoko: Then get to it! Sarin and I will take care of the crime problem in the meantime.
Sarin: Right. I heard rumors that The Fox got pardoned. He might be up to no good again.
Yoko: Then let’s go!
And with that, the road to the ultimate confrontation has been set into motion.
To Be Continued…
(OOC: The last Retro Segment was on October 16th, 2006, on Warfare. A lot of new people have joined since the Retro hiatus. A summary is in either of our profiles, and #1 was sometime in April 2006 if you wish to read through them.)
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:01:50 GMT -5
Match 4: Jason Freeman vs Thunderkiss – Falls Count Anywhere (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::WARFARE::.. FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH ..::WARFARE::..
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by FREEMAN FLAKES! Who Needs Luck? – The Flakes Will Rally Freeman to a W Tonight!*-
Thunderkiss Age: 29 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: Los Angeles, CA
Jason Freeman Age: 23 Height: 6' Weight: 230 Hometown: Long Island, NY "Ugly" by the Exies hits the sound system and out comes Jason Freeman. Talk about deja vu, he's certainaly been here before, taking this long walk down to the ring just moments before facing TK. Each time he has been unsuccessful in winning, perhaps tonight will be different for him. Determined, Freeman bounces up and down in the ring, focusing on the back waiting for his long time nemesis Thunderkiss. "God of Thunder" hits and Freeman's blood begins to boil. TK comes out from the back, acting as if the match has already been won. He takes his slow time coming to the ring as he usualy does, and then enters with a big grin on his face, as if he has something to say. As soon as he gets inside Freeman's hearing range, he tells him its too bad Freeman doesn't have a title he can take tonight, causing Freeman to explode in a rage. He leaps at TK, causing the ref to call for an early bell!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH HIGHLIGHT: Freeman runs up to Thunderkiss and nails him with a leaping knee strike that nails TK right in his chest. TK swats him back like nothing, but he comes running back for a second attempt, also successful! TK covers his chest in pain and looks down to see a shadow running at him once again. This time he leaps up and sticks up his foot, countering Freeman’s knee strike with a big boot! Freeman collides hard, and hits the mat all sprawled out underneath Thunderkiss. The former champ looks down and seizes the moment with a HUGE Fall from Glory leg drop! He covers Freeman for a 2 count. Finally deciding its time to take the action out of the ring, Thunderkiss lifts Freeman up, and tosses him over the top rope to the floor below to the delight of the crowd. The next few minutes, the two combatants go back and forth near the ring, using anything they can get their hands on that includes, chairs, steps and even microphone cords. MATCH HIGHLIGHT: Freeman and Thunderkiss have made their way to the top of the stage and are lighting up the night with this vicious contest! Freeman takes TK and Irish Whips him into a steal girder that is holding up the Alpha Tron, causing the whole set to rock. The fans watch on, hoping they will tear the whole set down at any minute. Freeman puts more pain on yet again as he takes TK, and back body drops him right off the stage into a few tables below! The crowd marks out for this BIG TIME as Freeman combos this up flying a leaping elbow drop from the stage! Both men lay down on the ground in pain, TK looking as if he is going into convulsion! It takes several minutes and a commercial break before both men are back on their feet and begin to carry the action past the stage to the back stage area. MATCH FINISH: Freeman and TK are battling in the producting arena, sending high dollar equipment sailing at each other’s heads. TK gets in a perfect shot as a small monitor bounces off Freeman’s head, stunning him and leaving him wide open for a GOODNIGHT KISS! THIS IS IT! NO! The shot has effected Freeman so much he crumples down to the ground, making Kiss whiff on the follow through! Instead, TK’s arm nails the side of a TV set, causing pain to shoot up his arm into his shoulder. He takes a knee and looks on as Freeman begins to rise to his feet, positioning himself in an advantage position and TK cannot have that! He leaps onto Freeman and starts to ground and pound him, slowing down the match to the dismay of the fans. When TK feels he’s finally rested enough, he picks himself up with Freeman and exits the production room, to take the match deeper into this arena. It is this time we give you the official match result for the record books and skip forward to the match finish, to be found in the next posting. WARFARE WINNER: NO CONTEST!
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:02:08 GMT -5
Segment: “All Your Base Belong to BK LONDON!” Credit: TK/BK Special Thanks: Jason Freeman [As the action spills to the back, our ACW camera men frantically scramble to get us an up close view of the action.] Thunderkiss: Man Freeman, you just LOVE me kicking your ass, because you keep coming back for MORE and MORE. [Thunderkiss grabs Freeman by his long, slick hair and drags him around backstage in the same manner as a feline with a cat toy. Thriving in the moment, Thunderkiss cannot keep his mouth shut and Freeman’s ears endure the torment.] Thunderkiss: Well, I hate to disappoint, but quite frankly ... kicking your ass doesn’t hold the same value as it once used to ... that’s why I’ve decided to “spread the wealth” as they so say.. [Thunderkiss comes to a stop right in front of a door the reads “Entourage”! The crowd watching on the Alpha Tron gasps in horror as they begin to realize what TK’s last words REALLY mean! For Freeman, this situation has gone from bad to worse to downright dreadful.] Thunderkiss: After all, sharing IS caring! [Thunderkiss kicks open the door and flings Freeman into the room, expecting at any second Zero, XS3 and Dan to beat down his nemesis. Instead he finds nothing but an empty room. Totally surprised, he takes a few steps inside, his head swinging all around looking for the rest of his crew, swinging in every direction but ONE .... and that’s going to cost him!] Thunderkiss: Huh ... wha -~!~CRACK~!~ [It happened so fast, many people watching at home missed it! However, those with a good eye are leaping out of their seats for they have just witnessed a chair nailing Thunderkiss in the back of the head! Thunderkiss falls down to the floor like a fly after getting zapped by a bug light, not moving an inch.] Slowly the man behind the attack steps into the camera shot and the roof nearly blows off the building.“Fast” Eddie Edison: IT’S ... BK LONDON! BK London stands over Thunderkiss, his grip strangling the chair as he waits for Thunderkiss to return to a vertical base. In the corner of his eye he sees Jason Freeman, finally recovered from the Thunderkiss onslaught. Freeman looks down upon Thunderkiss with approval and a sense of victory. It was just months ago that he conspired against Freeman and oh, how sweet this moment of revenge truly is for Jason. Jason advances a few steps to get in some licks of his own, but is taken back a bit when BK London steps between them.BK London: Goodbye. Jason Freeman: ...buy just give me 2 minutes with him. BK London: Our business is done here. Now, leave or I knock your beady head clean off your shoulders. Freeman exits and Thunderkiss is almost back on his feet, but its completely apparent that he doesn’t have a clue on where he is or what is going on. Seizing the moment, BK delivers another earth shattering shot to Kiss, sending him stumbling backwards a bit and busting him open in the process. Blood has stained the steel chair as BK continues watching on ever so intently as TK takes a few steps into the locker room’s shower and falls to the floor, face first. Blood begins to flow from his head into the shower drain, creating a very uncomfortable sight for the squeamish. Satisfied at his dirty deed, London steps over Thunderkiss and lets him have it, just like TK let him have it last Thursday on Meltdown.BK London: Last week on Meltdown you made your attempt to humiliate me Thunderkiss, you insulted my in ring skills with your sorry excuse for a trophy and put the icing on the cake with the attack from behind. Well how does it feel to be blindsided now huh? HUH?! BK slaps Thunderkiss across the face.BK London: You may be oblivious to this, you see, I have been watching you ever since you came in ACW. I've watched you go up against the top stars of this company such as The Senator... Immense cheers.BK London: ...The Macho Man RDK.. An even louder pop.BK London: ...Alicia Kitsune.. Deafening it is.BK London: And be able to hang in the ring with them, be able to hold your own. But until you've stepped in the ring with me, you've done nothing. You can continue all your talking, continue the attacks from behind, but the fact of the matter is that at Heatweave...at Heatwave only one of us is going to be walking out with a one way trip to a shot at the ACW Heavyweight Championship. And that someone will be...ME [The Warfare crowd explodes as they listen to London’s words and see them as the final nail in TK’s coffin for tonight. London leaves the room, stopping for a moment near the door as he reaches for the “Entourage” sign that adorns it. In a split second, he rips it down revealing another sign underneath, one that reads “BK London”. Again our crowd explodes at tonight’s trickery and even more so as they see BK toss the chair into a nearby wall for good measure. A few moments pass and we hear a commotion again, this time by two men who arrive late on the scene ...] XS3: TK?! TK?! Zero: Oh shit! Teeks! [Zero stumbles across the fallen Thunderkiss sprawled out in the empty locker room’s shower, drawing XS3's attention in the direction of his voice. Both men rush over to him immediately and try to pick up the pieces of their fallen comrade.] XS3: *shouting* WE NEED SOME HELP IN HERE!Jay Zero: That son of a bitch! Come on X, he’s not going to get away with this! XS3: *pointing down* What are we doing to do about TK?Jay Zero: The medics are on the way and I know Dan had to see this. He’ll be here any second. Come on lets go! TK would want it this way.XS3: Damn right he would! [XS3 and Zero rush out of the room, almost colliding with the medics who are trying to make their way in. The camera finally pans out, and though TK is likely not going to leave tonight’s Warfare under his own power, this war is certainly not over.]
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:02:35 GMT -5
Segment: Long Distance (Credit: Yoko)
Fade in on Yoko in her locker room, alone. Not fully alone, though, she is on the phone. Instead of speaking on the internet like usual, Yoko is talking to her sister Yuki on the phone.
Yuki: I can’t believe you’d be that stupid, Yoko.
Yoko: What?
Yuki: I know you’re hurt over what Sarin did, I am too. But to turn to UMEKO?!
Yoko: She isn’t so bad, really.
Yuki: She stalked me at school, remember?
Yoko: Yeah…
Yuki: And she tried to break up you and Sarin.
Yoko: Yeah…
Yuki: AND she’s half responsible for your head injury.
Yoko: I know, but, we agreed to move on. To not let the past dictate the future.
Yuki: The past shouldn’t dictate the future, no, but it should influence our decisions. That’s how we learn from mistakes. You taught me that when I was seven, remember?
Yoko: Yeah, but…
Suddenly there is a dial tone. Yoko looks puzzled and assumes there were technical difficulties. That, or…No, Yuki would never hang up.
…Would she?
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:03:00 GMT -5
Segment: Paranoia Complex? (Credit: Freeman/Senator)
The camera fades in to a hallway, and the fans begin to boo as Jason Freeman walks in through a door. He sighs and looks around silently, before walking forward. The camera follows him a bit. He seems to be looking for somebody. The camera turns to his face, and his mouth turns into a smile. He walks forward, apparently having found who he was looking for. The camera turns back around to reveal Senator, holding his new International Championship belt. Freeman approaches him.
Freeman: Senator!
Senator: Been a little while, Mr. Freeman. I trust you have calmed down by now?
Freeman: Yeah, well. You saw my outburst in the locker room two weeks ago…I needed to get my head straight. So I took two weeks off. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over those two weeks. I’ve rethought a lot of things, I’ve changed some things…it’s hard to explain, but…well….let me put it this way. I’m going to try to prove myself to the stable. You see the way Hunter talks about me. My goal is to prove him wrong. To prove all the doubters wrong. I was wrong to complain about not being treated equally. I mean, the accomplishments of you…of everybody in the stable. It eclipses mine. That’s fine, because I’m just going to work hard to change that.
Senator: And I would expect nothing less from you. One of the few rules I keep around here for every one of you is that you all work hard to improve your rank in this company. That is exactly what I want to see from a promising individual such as yourself.
Freeman gives a half-grin, at Senator’s approval. He thinks for a second, before continuing.
Freeman: Yeah, also, I guess now that my thoughts are together, and I’m not totally rambling…here’s a formal apology. To you and everybody. For my actions and words two weeks ago. I know I apologized after I said them, but I didn’t really put it well. I was repeating myself, and pausing…here it is. Everything I said was wrong. As I have stated, it was disrespectful to go off on you guys, and also like I said, I am going to be working hard to prove my worth to all of you.
Senator: Apology accepted, all of us make mistakes, burn our fuses, and do things we later regret. Simply as long as you understand that you were out of line, I have no problem.
Freeman looks relieved that Senator isn’t holding anything against him, as he once again gives a half-grin.
Freeman: It’s too bad I don’t have a match tonight. I haven’t been booked in a while. I’m ready to impress. But it’s okay. I’m almost happy that Thunderkiss beat me. I needed that. I really did. It’s really helped me rethink things.
Senator’s eyes narrow just slightly. Freeman doesn’t seem to notice.
Senator: What exactly do you mean by that?
Freeman: I…what? What do you mean? I told you. I’ve been rethinking things. Now I’m ready to prove myself. In a way, the title held me down a bit, you know? It gave me something to fall back on. Yeah, I haven’t won much, but I’m the International Champion. You know? No excuses now. Right?
Senator: No excuses, eh? I will believe that when I full well see it, this generation has a little problem with such things...but if you mean it, and follow through on it, you will see that such a mantra is a strong one to follow.
Freeman: Yeah, well, I’ve said what I had to say…so I’ll see you around, okay?
With that, Freeman starts to leave. That is, until he spies the International Championship on Senator’s shoulder. He looks at it for a second, and then stops. Senator looks into Freeman’s eyes, looking for some hint of what he’s thinking, but Freeman’s expression is pretty blank.
Freeman: I forgot…congratulations. On winning that belt.
And with that, Freeman begins to walk away, still with his expression unreadable. Senator’s eyes once again narrow. It’s possible that Freeman just said that to show that he really was sorry for his outburst…but…could Senator be sure? Senator: That kid is confounding if nothing else...and I am not entirely sure if I am comfortable with that...
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:03:45 GMT -5
Segment: Keeping Calm/Chilling Out/The Calm Before The Storm (Credit: Scott Andrews)
It’s been almost a week since Seven Deadly Sins, and Scott’s ribs are still feeling the consequences, hence management not putting him in any matches so far. It’s a good thing though, he needs time to heal, and when he does get back in the ring next he’ll be fit for battle.
Scott is a soldier.
It’s a pity his streak ended at the PPV, but what could he do? He was so close, yet at the last moment it was all taken from him. Maybe this was all part of the process for Scott. Well, that’s what he thinks anyway; that it’s all a test. Every obstacle that knocks him back is testing his will, his morale, and his temper. It tries his patience, it plays with his mind, and it taunts him; it is all a test in his eyes, that is how he sees it. With that mentality it’s easier to brush off a loss or a mistake, just what Scott needs to do to keep himself intact. His road has really only just begun.
Scott sits comfortably in a lounge chair smack dab in the middle of the Senatorial Stable locker room. He rests his sore body; a black eye and a small band-aid on his forehead the only visible signs of his match at Seven Deadly Sins. He flicks through the pages of the most recent Powerslam magazine until he sees something that catches his eye. Kalb and Fitsharris are sitting at the table playing cards and drinking some beer; generally having a good time. Scott suddenly speaks, breaking his silence and slightly startling the other two.
Scott: Hey, there’s an article in here about me…it says I’ve gone downhill in my career since the start of this year in my…feud with Chance Emmerson and that I’ve…already peaked?! What the hell do these monkey’s know?! I haven’t peaked yet I’m only twenty five years old! This is bullshit!
Fitsharris: Chill out, Scott. Have a brew and play some cards.
Scott sighs and throws the magazine down onto the oak coffee table.
Scott: No. Y’know what? These bastards think they can slander guys like me because I’m all the way over here, and they’re all the way over there…well guess what? - - -
Kalb: - - - You’re taking us to Vegas?
Scott: …No. I’m going to their offices and teaching those sons of bitches that Scott Andrews doesn’t take shit from anybody…
Fitsharris: You know their office is in the UK right?
Scott: I know.
Fitsharris: So…you’re gonna go there right now?
Scott: Well…no. It’s quite far, and I don’t really have time right now to book a flight, buy a ticket, wait in the terminal for three hours due to delayed flights, fly over to the UK, get a rental car, be pulled over by the police for driving on the wrong side of the road, travel endlessly trying to find the actual office itself, and once I do I’ll have to talk to the editor or the columnist, beat the shit out of whoever wrote it and let them know that Scott Andrews ain’t their bitch. Yeah, it’s a lot of effort just to prove a point. I think I’ll wait for something a little more local to pop up and take care of that. Plus I’m not very mobile at the moment; look at my ribs, guys.
Scott lifts his shirt to reveal a large bruise in the centre of his torso reaching from his mid back around a few inches away from his belly button. Kalb and Fitsharris wince slightly as the observe the purple and green patch of flesh.
Kalb: Looks nasty.
Scott: That’s exactly how it feels. I need to rest it for a while longer I think.
Scott reaches forward to the coffee table and picks up the remote for the flat screen television and pushes the power button.
Television:
“BUY TODAY AND GET OUR SPECIAL PREMIUM - - -”
*Channel Change*
“…I love you, Mike”
“I love you too, Elaine.”
*Channel Change*
“…Snap yo’ fingers! Do yo’ step! You can do it all by yourself! Let me see you do it! Aye! Let me see you do it! Aye!”
Kalb begins clapping and singing along. Fitsharris and Scott look at him in both confusion and disappointment. Kalb sees their faces and looks away, ashamed, as Scott changes the channel once more.
*Channel Change*
“What does Marcellus Wallace look like? “ “What?” “What country you from?” “What?” “What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?” “What?” “ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT?” “Yes!” “Then you know what I'm saying!” “Yes!” “Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!” “What, I-?” “Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time.” “He's b-b-black...” “Go on.” “He's bald...” “Does he look like a bitch?” “What?” *BANG* “DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?” “No!” “Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?” “I didn't.” “Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.”
Scott leans back into the couch and puts his feet up.
Scott: Something decent on the movie channel?! Looks like I’m staying in here for a while…
FADE OUT.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:04:40 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs Yoko Satoshi (Credit: BK)
As soon as they hear the bell for the match to ring, BK wastes no time dishing out the punishment to his longtime rival as he sprints across the ring and spears Yoko into the corner. This is followed up with several shoulder thrusts to her abdomen before he whips her extremely hard across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle. By the explosive start of this match by BK, you can tell that BK London doesn't plan to lose again to Ms. Satoshi. Quickly, BK looks to land a clothesline in the corner to his opponent but Yoko manages to get her knees up in which BK runs right into. The face to knee contact sends BK stumbling backwards, holding his nose and now Yoko explodes out the corner with a Spinning Wheel Kick right to the face of the former ACW Heavyweight Champion. There is a mixed reaction for Yoko Satoshi, not having the entire crowd support in this match as she would usually have - but that doesn't seem to bother her too much. Over the years she has battled BK, she knows how dangerous he is both in and out the ring and doesn't plan for this match to last too long knowing if it does last long he'll eventually get the advantage. BK gets up shortly after the kick to the face and now Yoko bounces off the ropes and takes him down with a jumping clothesline. BK gets up once again and is taken down with another jumping clothesline. BK rises up for the third time and Yoko meets him with a kick to the gut before looking for The Spinny Thing (The Revolver). As Yoko twists, BK pushes her into the ropes before slipping outside the ring under the bottom rope himself. BK knows that if Yoko keeps the momentum for too long that this match could definitely end early, so what better way to keep the match going on longer than to stop his momentum.
BK walks around ringside a bit, still holding his nose from the knee earlier in the match. When he looks inside the ring, he realizes that he doesn't see Yoko, but when he looks up he sees Yoko Satoshi soaring through the air and taking him down with a crossbody out of nowhere. Yoko gets a bit more support from the crowd after that successful high risk move, and now she picks him up and tosses him in the ring to dish out more punishment.
Yoko hops up on the apron and waits for BK to arise and once he does, she looks for the Springboard Clothesline but BK manages to catch her in his arms mid-air this time. He jumps, making a 180 and delivers a huge Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex into the turnbuckles. Yoko lands lowerback first into the top turnbuckle before dropping right on her head for even more pain, and this move recieves a resounding "Ohhhhhhhh" from the crowd. Quickly, referee Carter Donovan races over to check on Yoko Satoshi while BK is trying to recover on the other side of the ring and things don't look too good. After a few seconds, BK makes his way over to the scene and blows past Carter Donovan to pick her up. BK rests her in the corner and delivers a right hand to her jaw, but Yoko fires back with a right hand of her own to the surprise of the crowd, the referee, and BK London.
BK holds his jaw and now Yoko fires at him with another right hand, and another, and another, until she seems like a woman possesed - delivering blow after blow after blow. BK is knocked for a bit of a loop following the flury of punches, and quickly Yoko whips him into the ropes before taking him down with a standing dropkick. Still recovering from that Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex, she takes a bit of a while to get up - but eventually does and now ascends to the top rope. As she reaches there, she sees BK London up on his feet and preps for the Yokocanrana, but she pauses a bit. The reason she has the Yokocanrana is because of her ex-girlfriend Sarin Rossi. As some flashbacks kick in, she shakes them off, realizing she has a match on her hands and dives off the top rope - but is it too late?
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:05:09 GMT -5
She lands on the shoulders of BK, but with the extra time Yoko spent on the top rope, BK manages to see it coming and drives her down to the mat with a hellacious powerbomb that shakes the foundations of the very ring. The power from the powerbomb sends BK staggering back a bit into the ropes, catching his breath, while Yoko lays motionless across the ring. He scurries across the ring and hooks the leg of Yoko, as Carter Donovan has to slide out the ring to see if her shoulders are down and indeed they are. From the outside he counts:
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-
Yoko manages to get one foot up on the ropes, and Donovan is in perfect position to see this, waving off the count. BK can't believe it, but doesn't waste time arguing with the referee and simply goes on the offense once again. He picks up the nearly lifeless Yoko and dumps her outside the ring in front of the announce table, and we could be seeing a replay of Seven Deadly Sins with this move. BK makes his way over to Edison and McNally and tells them to move before removing the protection and monitors from the announce table. He turns around and Yoko surprises him with a forearm to the jaw. Yoko goes for another one, but BK blocks it, lifts Yoko, and drops her head first on the edge of the announce table which knocks her out once again. He picks up Yoko and tosses her on the table before climbing up on the table herself, and the crowd can only anticipate a big move. BK turns Yoko around and looks to set her up for the London-Plex II (Regal-Plex) but Yoko keeps the hands from being locked. After several elbows to the jaw and a huge knee to the abdomen, BK finally releases the hold on Yoko and Yoko follows up by delivering The Flying Guillotine on BK and both wrestlers go through the table.
Suddenly the bell rings for this match, and the fans are definitely confused.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been informed by the referee that the result of this match is a Double Disqualification!
The reaction from the crowd isn't much of a good one with tons of insults being thrown the way of Carter Donovan.
??: Hold up! Hold up!
Out comes Comissioner Dan White.
??: I didn't make this match for it to end like this Donovan, so you know what? We're going to continue this match and it's going to be under No Disqualification rules!
This decision gets a roar of approval from the crowd, and quickly Yoko Satoshi has made her way back up to her feet and rolls back into the ring. BK looks to follow up shortly behind her, but Yoko delivers a dropkick which knocks BK back towards the broken debris of the announce table. While he is lying on the ground though, he manages to grab a steel chair and quickly hides it as he makes his way back towards the ropes. Yoko peeks her head through the ropes to grab BK, but instead she gets a face full of steel which gets a bit of a pop from this blood thirsty crowd. Yoko's nose begins to bleed after the chairshot, and BK tosses the chair aside before ascending to the top rope. XS3 races down to the ring, hoping to catch BK by surprise but BK sees him out the corner of his eye and dives off the top rope taking him down with a crossbody. BK follows up with several right hands to the jaw, and now Jay Zero grabs a steel chair from around the ring and creeps behind the former ACW Heavyweight Champion. With the warnings from the crowd, he turns around and sees Zero with a chair in his hand. Zero freezes like a deer in headlighs before dropping the chair and making a run for it. BK chases him up the ramp and catches him by his hair and the crowd continues to cheer. He looks back in the ring and sees Carter Donovan at NINE.
With that, BK races down to the ring and attempts to make it before 10 but he can only get his hands in as Donovan hits TEN!
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: And the winner of this match via countout, Yoko Satoshi!
The very familiar tunes of "Flower of Carnage" sounds through the speakers and slowly Ms. Satoshi makes her way to her feet before having her hand raised up by Carter Donovan. BK stares at her from ringside and can't help but be frustrated with this loss and especially the way it went down. He looks back at XS3 and Jay Zero at the top of the stage, laughing it up and celebrating which prompts him to chase them to the back.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:05:40 GMT -5
Journey to the East part VI. 4:32pm
It took me a long time to find my sister’s housing. She is a Geisha, a life choice my family was not too proud of. My mother thought it was a career lost in time, which is ironic coming from her. I, too, believed it wasn’t the most logical choice in life, but I also took a trip to America in hopes of becoming a wrestler. Both of us got our dreams, and that’s all that was important. My mother blamed my leaving for a new life on why Misono left her and my father. Soon after, he died, and her blaming only got worse. But since Misono lived closer than I, she shouldered most of it. She was only a year younger than I, but she looked much more mature than I was. Still, the beauty radiated off of her pale make-up and bright red lips. The modern Geisha lost a lot of ties to the traditional Geisha, but still radiated that traditional beauty men once sought comfort in. We didn’t have much time, as she was getting ready for a party she was attending that night. I was in her room while she dressed. It was like a small apartment, with paper walls and tatami mats spread around. She hugged me for what seemed like hours and then whisked into the mode of finishing her make-up and getting ready.
Rena: I went to see mother today.
Misono: Oh no, what did she have to say?
Rena: The usual. I’m throwing my life away, I’m a whore and you left because of me.
Misono: She’s really got to stop with that. I visited her last week and it was almost like having a conversation with someone who I had never met in my life.
Rena: It felt forced?
Misono: Exactly.
Rena: Mine too…and it wasn’t even nice.
Misono: Oh believe me, the conversation mother and I have wasn’t too cheery either. I’m glad you came, though. How exactly did you find me, though?
Rena: she gave me the area on a piece of paper. Misono: Of course.
Rena: I better go before it gets late.
She looked at me with those eyes. Somehow in those eyes I still see little Misono running barefoot around the village we were once in love with. She smiled and brushed her hand against mine.
Misono: It was nice seeing you again.
Rena: You too, Mis.
Misono: I love you!
Rena: I love you too!
She held me tighter and tighter, tears in her eyes. In a way, I wondered if she really was happy, or if mother’s guilt was getting to her. I was almost about to offer her to come live with me, but I think that was a journey she was not willing to take. I left the okiya and moved into the bustling hanamachi. I looked back for only a moment, smiling gently at the view. This could have been my life…but the life I now live I well enough for me.
For now, and forever.
[fin]
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:06:49 GMT -5
Segment: For lack of a better segment title… LEEEEEEROOOOOY JENKINS! (Credit: Hitman)
Kevin Anderson, one of ACW's backstage interviewers if you didn't know by now, is shown backstage with a microphone raised to his mouth.
Kevin: "Ladies and gentlemen… my guest at this time… XS3."
Once the Canadian Representative of the Entourage enters the view of the camera, the boos in the arena are equal to… oh let's say… the heat George Bush gets on a daily basis. Zing. Anyway, XS3 no longer has anything to be somber about. His cocky smile that remains on his face since entering the view of the camera has never been brighter.
Kevin: "XS3, I just wanted to know why you--"
XS3 holds up his hand, almost facepalming Kevin.
XS3: "Kevin, I know what you're going to ask first so save it for after I finish my little speech."
A speech? Why would XS3 be giving a speech at a time like this? He reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. XS3 chuckles as he unfolds it and clears his throat.
XS3: "Ladies and gentlemen… What you are looking at is a man who is not a wifebeater."
A fan in the background can be heard yelling "Bullshit!"
XS3: "What you are looking at is a man who is a better technical wrestler than Steve Philips, more entertaining than Adrian Flamingo and certainly more charming and handsome than Scott Andrews."
Some of the more vocal fans can be heard in the background yelling "Bullshit!"
XS3: "What you are looking at… is the TRUE X."
The fans remember that Fallen Souls is the only true X so they pile on more jeers and taunts. And of course, a collective yell of "Bullshit!" Like you honestly didn't see that last bit coming.
XS3: "Yes, it is true. I am the only respected X in this company. I have been making the letter the best in the business for close to a decade now… and that's certainly more than what anyone can say for Fallen Souls. Let's be quite honest, this has-been joker couldn't even pull out a win at Seven Deadly Sins. He lost to a match that included Adrian Flamingo, Josh the Jersey Boy and… Echo. Of all people, you couldn't even pin Echo… hell, Fallen Souls, I guaran-damn-tee that you can't beat Gary."
More heat.
XS3: "And I know for an absolute fact that you CAN'T… beat… me. Why? Because I've been at the top of my game ever since I came to ACW. I may have lost to Nick Durden but that is only because he got lucky and I was nice enough to let him off the hook. During that match, I re-enforced a message that has been clear as crystal since my debut… I am the be-all and end-all of this company… With the exception of Thunderkiss, of course, who is going to destroy Jason Freeman tonight, I might add."
Honestly, if you can't take the heat, give your spot up to the fat guy who wanted to get into the arena but couldn't cause his momma wouldn't let him.
XS3: "So Fallen, go get an emo haircut and fade back to obscurity where you BELONG. If you ever… and by god I mean EVER… cross my path, I will send you to hell with no chance of escape."
XS3 then takes his paper and crumples it up, carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. Kevin gives XS3 a look that asks his guest "Are you finished yet?" The cocky Canadian then gets a serious look on his face.
XS3: "Now… about that question you were going to ask. What was it?"
Kevin gulps nervously and proceeds with his question.
Kevin: "…why did you attack Christine on Meltdown?"
The Canadian pauses and puts a hand on his chin, casually stroking his beard. It looks like XS3 will have a lot to say as he leans into the mic and takes a deep breath before speaking these words:
XS3: "There's not much to say about the whole Christine situation."
Really?
XS3: "But hey, since we're out here in front of all of these puppets, I might as well give my explanation."
Ha, I knew he'd spill the beans. Chef, you owe me five bucks.
XS3: "See, Christine was the one woman I cherished more in this world. I valued her over life itself. Can you imagine it, Kevin? How would you feel if the one woman you could talk to about all of your problems went off and played kissy-kissy with someone like Nick Durden of all people? I didn't find out until days after their little 'experience'. My only reaction was that of disgust and severe dejection. Do you know what it felt like to have the woman you loved with all your heart piss on all of the memories that you made? DO YOU, KEVIN?!"
Kevin has to back off from XS3, whose raw inner emotions fuel him forward with his words of pure spite and malice.
XS3: "That's exactly what I thought, you sad little numbskull. None of you will know what I've been through so any attempts to give me any sympathy are in vain. That bitch is probably out on the streets, selling her body for crack or cocaine or whatever her 'Mormon homies' like to do on a Friday night. But you know what, I will end this. This week on Meltdown, I'm going to get the papers necessary to file a divorce from that skanky little whore. And if she doesn't have the guts to show up, I will personally drive out to Maple Creek, find her and wring her fucking scrawny neck until she caves in to the pressure of calling our relationship quits."
The fans in attendance look on at a seething XS3. It's hard getting accustomed to this side they've never seen before of a man they could once call a fan favorite. Slowly, he begins to calm his nerves and return to his early cocky persona.
XS3: "ANYWAY… Now that I got that off of my chest, there is one more thing to add to my wonderful speech: Fallen Souls, you are nothing… And from the looks of things, it seems like you will remain nothing for quite some time. Now if you're finished, Kevin, I got some other shit to tend to."
XS3 then shoves his way past Kevin and heads off to god knows where. The boos can still be heard in the background but they're lost on XS3, who has bigger and better things to worry about.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:08:22 GMT -5
Segment (OTA): Too Good to Be True (Credit: Hunter)
His eyes are wide open. Sleep has not exactly been the kindest friend to him in recent memory, as he has lately wrestling with insomnia, roughly since about his return from "the dead." He has slept, no doubt, but in very small amounts. And tonight is no different, as he has slept for a grand total of twenty seven minutes. He sighs as he slowly turns his head to the window, only to see that it is covered by tightly drawn shades. By his estimate, it is night. But considering that this room is cut off from all forms of the outside world, it is difficult to tell for sure. He sighs and slowly sits up on the couch, his blanket casually falling down to the floor. He sighs yet again and rubs his eyes, just as he hears a similar stirring from the bed to his right. He turns towards it and sees Andy, his new roommate, likewise sitting up in her bed.
Andy: Not sleeping much?
Hunter chuckles.
Hunter: It would seem so.
Andy: Are you comfortable?
Hunter: That's not really the issue.
Andy: Well, it was sweet of you to take the couch and all, but honestly, you shouldn't---
Hunter: No, it's fine, don't worry about it.
Andy: Suit yourself. But if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind sharing the bed.
Pause.
Hunter: ...sharing?
Andy: Yeah. We can sleep together. I've shared my bed with people before.
Hunter opens his mouth to speak, but finds that he can only recite unintelligible vowels. Just as he thinks that he has finally concocted a way to say "sure," a loud alarm blares from Andy's direction. Hunter flies off the couch and lands hard on the floor as Andy casually gets up, punching a button on her alarm block.
Hunter: Wait...what time is it?
Andy: It's morning.
And with that, she walks over to the window and throws the curtains opening. Hunter shields his eyes for a moment, and then slowly lowers his arm to behold Andy's complete form, clothed in a simple tank top and short shorts. Hunter raises an eyebrow and smiles to himself as she turns to him, arms on her hips.
Andy: You want the shower first?
Hunter: ...no, it's okay, you can take it.
She nods, and directly after that she throws off her tank top (yeah, you read that right), stretches her left arm for a moment, and then walks off to another door, which she promptly opens and closes, leaving Hunter all by himself. The latter simply sits on the floor, mouth agape. It is times like this when he thanks God that he has photographic memory.
Andy: "How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year."
Hunter turns towards the closed door, from which he can hear Andy showering, and clearly singing the words to Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here."
Hunter: You like Pink Floyd?
Andy: What?
Hunter groans, and then slowly picks himself off the floor and walks over to the door.
Hunter: You like Pink Floyd?
Andy: Of course. They're the best band ever.
Hunter shakes his head in a "too good to be true, duh" manner.
Hunter: What's your favorite album?
Andy: As a whole? Probably the Wall or Animals. Both are fantastic, though.
Hunter's eyes widen. He opens his mouth to speak, but again he can only recite unintelligible vowels. He simply shakes it off and walks back to the couch, and then begins to look around the room. His eyes fall upon a large shelf of colorful objects, and upon closer inspection he sees that these objects are DVDs. He raises his eyebrows, and then begins to looks through the movies, until his eyes finally stop on one particular title.
Hunter: You like Pulp Fiction?
Andy: Yeah, it's my favorite movie. I've seen it more times than I can count.
Cue unintelligible vowels. Hunter looks up from the DVDs and looks out the window, and then begins to stare directly into the sun, as if it will help him make sense out of any of this. He hears the door open behind him, and he quickly turns to behold Andy wearing a very small towel over her figure. And by very small, I mean non-existent. Hunter simply stands there and stares, and she looks back at him with a raised eyebrow.
Andy: Coming?
Hunter's expression lights up as he begins to walk towards her, his will (among other things) hardening up with every step. She lifts her finger and points at the door to the bathroom, and he stops a few inches in front of her.
Andy: Door's over there.
Hunter looks at it, and then back at her, and then back at the door.
Hunter: ...my bad...
And with that, he walks over to the door and enters the bathroom. He turns to the door and pulls it towards him, and then by chance looks up to see Andy drop her towel. By the time his expression is one of pure joy, the door slams shut, and he ends up walking face first into it.
Andy: You okay?
Hunter rubs his nose forcefully and shakes his head behind the door.
Hunter: Terrific.
He makes the rubbing a bit more soft, and when his nose feels perfectly fine, he lowers his hands and looks at the closed door. He does not really know what to say...his cleverness only goes so far. He simply looks up at the ceiling and smiles, mouthing the words "thank you Lord" before lowering his head once again and looking at himself in the mirror. He has never seen himself with a wider smile...
End
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:09:38 GMT -5
Segment: The Search Is On (Credit: Wyvern)
Strolling around the ACW Backstage area, Wyvern seems to have come alive in the past 15 minutes. Could it really have been the talk of Ginger that’s snapped him straight? Wyvern looks like he’s been backstage for weeks on end, as he walks around in the hustle and bustle.
”I’ve gotta find someone. There’s no fucking way we’re going down by a technicality, and there’s hardly anytime to waste.”
Wyvern looks around. He spots the Senatorial Stable locker room, and walks over to the door.
”Forget that. That’s like opening Pandora’s box. I’m not up for a severe handicap match for the title.”
Spinning around, Wyvern sees the locker room door for Entourage.
”I know I shouldn’t be picky…but they can’t even carry my jock strap, yet alone stand in the ring with me. If I’m going to be forced to fight, I should do it with dignity.”
Wyvern resumes his search. His procrastination in aggravating others might very well be his bane. For someone so stoic breaking down like this, gives the hint he is very well intent on staying on top.
”What the hell am I going to do? If anyone’s been paying attention to my talk with Ginger, they’ll let it ride, and have EotR be for the World Title. Can’t have that happen. NOT ON MY WATCH.”
Stopping in his tracks, Wyvern appears to have an epiphany.
”I never thought THAT would be a possibility. Let’s go an check on that, shall we? Ha ha ha!!! You’re a GENIUS, Wyvern!
All of a sudden, Wyvern runs off into the distance. What does he have in mind?
Only time will tell.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:09:59 GMT -5
Segment: “Tap out, Knock out, or Retirement?” (Credit: Kudo)
ACW cameras start up and catch Kudo as he finishes taping up his recuperating left knee. He tightens the grip and rips the end of the roll with his teeth before standing up and shaking the pain. He hops around a bit, as is his usual routine before a match he’s hyped for, and for now at least, it appears the tape has helped a little bit in relieving the pain. He props his leg on the table beside him and ties his ARMADA headband over the medical tape and pulls tightly, causing him to wince a bit.
Kudo stares into the mirror and lets out a heave before opening the door and finding Charlotte King in his way with a mic in hand. She smiles as for Kudo her intentions are obvious by now as she begins an impromptu interview.
Charlotte: Charlotte King here and I have been waiting outside Kudo Yasuda’s locker room where he has finally come out with his match due in mere moments. Kudo, how do you feel about having another highly anticipated match with the Senator? Did you think you would even be in this situation a year ago at Omega Effect 2?
Kudo: Omega Effect was supposed to be Senator’s retirement, but of course no one can stay out of the limelight for very long. The man craves the attention, he craves the competition, and that’s why we’re so compatible and intense in the ring. I owe a lot to Senator, that Omega Effect bout placed me on a pedestal I had never before realized. But now I’m taking hold of the reigns and I’m driving my career in the direction I wish to go. It is going to be molded by me, Kudo Yasuda, and no longer by the people I face in the ring.
Charlotte: And not only is it another grudge match between the two of you, but it is going to be a match which has now become a staple in your long time rivalry – the Tap Out or Knock Out match. How does that play in tonight?
Kudo: Tap Out or Knock Out was an idea I pushed in our first meeting together because at that time I was impressed by a conclusive submission victory Senator gained a week before and of course I was a K.O. machine. It was only logical that this match come about.
Charlotte: Now that first match while highly acclaimed, ended in a disqualification, almost ironic, given the name and stipulation of the match.
Kudo: That won’t be the case this time. One of us is either going to tap, or get knocked out.
Charlotte: That simple?
Kudo: That simple.
Charlotte: Well before I let you go, I’d like to ask about the condition of your knee. We know you took quite a hit at Seven Deadly Sins, and it looks like it’s still bothering you now. Will it affect your strategy out there against Senator?
Kudo: These bones are young Ms. King. And while my knee feels like it’s about to snap out of its socket every time I put elevated pressure on it, there’s nothing that would stop me from taking on Senator tonight. If I don’t show tonight I lose the respect of everyone. I already proved that I deserve to be right here at the top in the main event after that ladder match against Scott Andrews, and now I’m going for the figurehead of that group to prove it to the world. By the end of this, one of us may have to end up going into retirement – or back into it.
Kudo pats his knee and bends it back and forth once more before leaving the scene and headed for the arena. Charlotte addresses the camera directly.
Charlotte: Well there you have it, the man with the golden knee may be showing signs of rusting at the moment but he’s as determined as ever to finish what he started 2 years ago. Tap Out or Knock Out – it’s coming up!
-Fade Out-
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:10:51 GMT -5
Match 6: Kudo Yasuda vs. Senator Steve Phillips: Tapout or Knockout II (Credit: Senator)
Maxwell McNally: Finally, for our main event, is a rematch that people have clamored for, since the finish of the first installment. Yes, Tapout or Knockout returns to Alpha Championship Wrestling, with Senator Steve Phillips once again facing international superstar Kudo Yasuda in what promises to be one heck of a closely fought affair. In this match, Phillips can defeat Yasuda by submission, while Kudo will obtain victory by knocking out his opponent...
"Fast" Eddie Edison: And the thing is, it should be easier than last time for each guy, Kudo's probably half crippled from that ladder match he went through not so long ago, and Phillips is one kick away from forced retirement!
McNally: Even if you might have exaggerated and embellished on each individual's condition, Eddie, I think the overall point has value, the rules of this match have heightened the weaknesses of the two competitors, which should make for both a faster, and perhaps, even more interesting situation than the last time this was fought. Do keep in mind that although it could easily have been, this match will not contest Steve Phillips’s possession of the International Title.
Soon, "Poison" plays over the PA system, as Kudo Yasuda enters. Kudo's knee is both cased within a brace, and the leg covered with athletic tape, and he slowly and gingerly makes his way down to the ring.
Phillip Jones: Announcing first, hailing from Kyoto, Japan, and weighing in at an even two hundred pounds, he is Mr KO, Kudo Yasuda!
As Yasuda enters the ring, "Hail to the Chief" hits the sound system, as Senator Steve Phillips makes his entrance, with his customary tickertape blasting from the entranceway. Kudo stares down at his opponent as he walks into the ring, and referee Raymond Allen Fleming stands between the two, before signaling for the match to begin.
Phillip: Announcing next, he is the current ACW International Champion, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, Senator Steve Phillips!
As the bell rings, Kudo tests his leg, slowly stretching it up and down, Phillips approaches him for a handshake. At the wink of an eye, though, Kudo shoots his "crippled" leg up into a ferocious roundhouse kick, missing by mere millimeters from his opponent's face, the Senator's fighting reflexes saving him by the slimmest of margins.
Edison: Woah! He just about tagged Phillips, Chuck Norris style, with that kick!
Kudo spins a full circle off the miss, right back into a ready stance, and this time, connects with a quick leg kick, following with two right side kicks to the ribs, finishing with a spinning back kick to the solar plexus, doubling the Senator over. As Phillips regains his footing, Kudo has already spanned the ring, and backsprings straight back, hitting a Flashback Elbow, wiping his opponent out. RAF looks in for a moment, thinking to back Kudo off, but instead lets the deadly striker have a clear shot, stepping aside as Yasuda runs in, sending the Senator rolling with a lunging kick to the ribs. Kudo rushes in for a second time, as the Senator tries to get back up, but this time, Phillips sees the kick coming, and while absorbing the impact, he catches the strike, instantly twisting his opponent's leg into a low angle Dragon Screw. Instead of letting go, the Senator keeps the leg hooked, and executes a flipping leg whip on the supposedly crippled knee. Yasuda holds his knee as he stands up, hopping back into the corner, while Phillips advances slowly and carefully, cutting off the ring. Finally, seeing no other way out, Kudo hoists himself onto the second rope, springing off with a spiral missile dropkick, hitting the Senator in the chest with the flying attack, rolling out of the ring on the landing. Kudo returns to the ring, after a quick trip under the apron, bringing in a kendo stick, which is promptly taken away by Fleming. The Super Rudo quickly rushes over to his downed opponent, going for an axe kick to the groin...but the chief ACW referee is as sharp as ever, tapping the kendo stick on Kudo's shoulder, just as he raises the leg.
McNally: Nobody ever said it was easy to pull off an illegal attack with Raymond Allen Fleming in the ring, Kudo might be quick and cunning to do just that, however, if he really wants to.
Kudo foregoes his try at the low blow, but with his leg still in full extension, he brings the boot down, upon the Senator’s torso, immediately linking in a left foot kick to the ribs, turning the Senator over, and dropping a quick knee drop onto the bruised spot that was left when Thunderkiss dropped the cage wall on it at Seven Deadly Sins. The usually stoic Senator yells out as the knee connects with the already bruised back, of course, notifying Kudo to get right back(no pun intended) on offence, relentlessly stomping his opponent’s back.
Edison: I love it! Kudo’s going to stomp a black and blue mudhole in the Senator’s back!
McNally: Stealing catchphrases from our competition, are we?
Edison: Hey, at least they don’t call me the Cowboy Hat, BBQ Guzzling, Stun Cold, Oklahoma Boy of the big event pay per view matches!
McNally: And I am thankful that most informed people refrain from referring to me by the same moniker…at least, the informed ones refrain from doing so.
Finally, Kudo allows for his opponent to get up to a knee, dashing off the opposite ropes, and going for a low angle Yakuza Knee…but the Senator is able to catch the opposite leg, rolling back into a Tax Cut vertical half crab! Kudo claws wildly for the ropes as Phillips gains more pressure by stepping on the back of his opponent’s head, leaning back, and putting equal pressure on the quadriceps muscle and the back. Kudo’s frantic efforts allow him to quickly escape the hold, with a quick rope break. Even so, Phillips uses the opportunity to hang Kudo’s leg on the middle rope, backing up, sizing up the situation for a dropkick, which is missed, as Yasuda rolls back, and rolls back forward into a deadly Koppou Kick to the head that sends the Senator onto the apron. Kudo immediately tries to knock Phillips off the apron with a spinning Roarnagiri, but the face kick is both ducked, and caught on the downturn by the technician. The International Champion holds onto the leg, slowly climbing up to the middle rope on the apron, placing a foot on the top rope, before taking a forward roll off, holding onto the leg, and jamming the knee straight into the mat with a nasty thud, while still taking care not to land on the back bruise.
Edison: Is Kudo crippled for good yet? Just stay tuned through this commercial break!
McNally: You ninny, we have a signed contract that prevents commercials from being broadcast during our main event matches!
Edison: Oh…yeah, that. Wait, then what was that…oh, sorry, that was my phone…
McNally: Edward, I think it would behoove you to turn that blasted contraption off, immediately, before Gingerdude, or Mr. White or someone pays attention and sees that you are neglecting to do so, yourself.
Edison: Ok, off, see, I turned it off! See, it’s off!
McNally: You may take your phone out of my face any moment now. Anyway…
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:12:52 GMT -5
Back to the match, the Senator has locked in an inverted Indian deathlock, falling back, and further weakening his opponent’s knees. Yasuda tries to get to the ropes, as he did with the Tax Cut, but finds that the prone position, increased knee damage, and the mechanics of the hold prevent him from doing so as easily as he did before. Instead, without his greatest strength available, Kudo instead bends back, grabbing his opponent by the neck, and cravate-ing his way out of the desperate situation. Before the Senator can react, Yasuda releases the cravate, instead lunging down with a back elbow to the bruised back, standing up slowly and seeing the Senator on both his knees, Kudo punches himself in the legs, to get some feeling back.
McNally: This can’t be good for Phillips, he’s in a prime setup for the dreaded Execution-Style Yakuza Knee, one move we all know to have the potential to end any match, any fight that it is used in!
Kudo runs off the ropes, but sees that the Senator is up to his feet as soon as he rebounds off the opposite ropes, and instead of the knee, he runs in further, grabbing his opponent’s leg, and throwing him straight into the mat with a KO Exploder!
RAF checks on the Senator, and starts the standing 10 count…
…1
…2
…3
Edison: There’s no life left in that ancient husk!
…5
…6
McNally: Wait, I think your ageist statement might be proven false…
…8
…The Senator manages to pull himself up, barely able to do so, just as Kudo shoves RAF aside, launching in with a dashing front kick. Unfortunately for Mr. KO, Phillips catches the kick in mid air, bending down, lifting him up, and sending him right back down with the Capture Bomb! The International Champion immediately continues his attack, effortlessly crossing Kudo’s legs over into his figure four variation, the Victory Lock II!
Edison: I can’t believe it, Phillips is too decrepit to pull that off, it must be an impostor!
McNally: Stop trying so hard to be the “heel commentator,” and try to help me call the match, please? I know you find it amusing every time the Senator wrestles to laugh at his age, just to get a rise out of me, but we’re calling a main event match…
Edison: Ok, ok, right now, Steve Phillips has Kudo Yasuda in a Victory Lock II, which is a quick application, heel hold modification on the regular Figure Four leglock, and Phillips can also turn it over into an even more painful deathlock version, but the regular one is doing well enough to place pressure on the knees without making for an easy escape. In fact, if Kudo tries to roll it over, he will likely find himself in that second stage Victory Lock II…
McNally: Eddie…
Edison: Sir, I am busy calling…
McNally: I’ll handle this…
Kudo, however, is no slouch on the mat, and despite Eddie Edison’s best analysis of the situation, he finds an alternative way out, in sitting up straight, and applying a straight knee bar to displace the Senator’s main pressure point off his leg. Kudo, with one leg free, kicks Phillips off the other one, and manages to spring over, hitting a quick elbow smash to keep his opponent down as he recovers from the submission. Kudo approaches the Senator, after a brief rest period, and tries to lift him up, only to receive an elbow to his own cranium. This enrages the Super Rudo, who retaliates with a kick to the ribs, which is instantly echoed with a resounding knife edge chop from Phillips. Kudo then strikes with a fast knee to the chest, bending the Senator over…but before he can do anything else, Phillips takes good advantage of the position to shoot in with a double leg takedown, turning Kudo over with a quick leg roll, crossing the legs, and leaning forward, slapping his opponent in the sides, before finishing the Victory Lock III with a perfect crossarm choke!
Edison: And now, Phillips has his crossarm choke, crossleg STF combination, the Victory Lock III sinched in, there is no limb, no part of the body that is left unchecked by this devistati…
McNally: …
Edison: And boy is Senator Phillips an old man!
McNally: I do believe that no person has ever escaped this submission, once Phillips fully locks it in, the match has always been completely over…but then again, he’s never tried to make Kudo Yasuda tap with it…
Kudo fights every way he can within the hold, pulling his arms back slightly, kicking his legs around, attempting to somehow crawl to the ropes…but it’s just too much, and with everything locked in, there’s no other choice…
Phillip Jones: Your winner, via submission, Senator Steve Phillips!
The Senator lets go of the Victory Lock III, as RAF holds his arm aloft, along with the International Title, while Kudo slinks out of the ring, probably not quite wanting to be noticed much, after a grueling defeat in such a close match.
McNally: That was certainly a worthy match to close things out on here tonight…well, at least, I hope it wasn’t marred too much by someone’s inattentiveness, and immaturity on the other side of this booth…
Edison: Hey, I can’t help it, I had an important business call…and yeah, I was a bit of a jerk.
McNally: So long as the lesson was learned…
Phillips walks to all four sides of the ring, holding his title up to the fans, a small, satisfied smile on his weary face, as he stands triumphant in the middle of the ring…soaking in the moment, and perhaps, realizing that such luxuries just might not be possible, sooner than later…
Will Wyvern find a match for Heatwave?
How much further will the BK/Thunderkiss rivalry escalate?
No Ropes Barbed Wire Match next week...without BK? BLASPHEMY or AWESOMENESS?
Find out more this Thursday on Meltdown
End Show......or maybe not.
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