Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 17:36:00 GMT -5
Match 5: Fallen Souls vs. Hunter
Main event time, and we join the arena just as FSX has entered the ring, his music having been given something of an extended airing. It is faded out and replaced by “No Sympathy for Fools”, as Hunter in turn makes his entrance. Once both men are in the ring, they exchange a brief but significant period of eye contact, and with the scene thus set, RAF calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
There is still plenty of energy present in the crowd as the fans settle down to enjoy the main event; for the long timers, this contest brings with it a welcome tinge of nostalgia, while for the newer ACW followers, it’s a chance to see what half the IWC has been on about for quite a considerable amount of time.
It’s a mark of the respect which the two stablemates hold for one another that neither rushes in straight off of the bat; under the watchful eye of Raymond Allen Fleming they circle, once, twice, three times – and then tie up with surprising speed. FSX commits hard, and manages to make the element of surprise work as Hunter is forced back into the corner, despite his greater raw power. The crowd starts to cheer as FSX launches into a stream of fast blows to the chest and upper body, alternating with a kick to the gut every now and then; Hunter winces, and then gets his act together and shoves FSX backward, making space to get into the rhythm of his own potent punches. Fallen reels backward as Hunter resolutely tries to knock him down; the crowd turns the volume up a bit, and this encourages the two competitors to start exchanging blows alternately. With the hype in the place skyrocketing, Hunter and FSX’s speed increases, until suddenly they both try to be clever, swinging from low to high and trying to duck their opponents’ blow at the same time. The result is that they miss, end up back-to-back about three feet apart, and the crowd laughs at their momentary disorientation. Still facing away from one another, they circle warily, as if expecting to be blindsided, and unknowingly draw closer until their shoulders touch, causing them to whirl around and jump in surprise, drawing a much bigger laugh. A bit of pointing and arguing over who was at fault quickly subsides, and the humorous interlude quickly gives way once again to serious and skilful competition.
The next four minutes or so chronicle the efforts of the pair to shake off whatever ring rust has accumulated during their hiatuses from the ring. No one would think poorly of FSX if he were to come off worst in such a comparison, but the previous training of his muscle memory has obviously been well learnt, since he is able to strike with powerful blows to set up a gorgeous Silence Scissor Kick, taking Hunter down and earning a solid 2 count. Never one to remain behind on points (metaphorically, at least) Hunter kicks out of the pin, and then unleashes a full 45 seconds of pure pummeling, culminating in a running lariat which chains neatly into a hanging vertical suplex as FSX struggles up. The crowd cheers, splitting only as Hunter drops for the pin into the “pro” and “anti” factions; FSX gets his shoulder up, and then shoves Hunter off, rolling sideways all the way to the ropes so that he gets up on the outside of them. The fans get loud as FSX throws caution to the wind and uses the ropes to perform the Defiance of Death (corkscrew moonsault) – Hunter is just about up, and tries to catch and counter, but FSX’s rotation prevents him from getting a hold and the two are knocked to the mat. FSX scrambles into a pin, 1….2- Hunter writhes and turns it over, 1…2- FSX draws his knees up and punts Hunter off of him, taking the air from his lungs as he does so, and with the crowd now roaring locks in his Souls of Insanity (Liontamer)!
Main event time, and we join the arena just as FSX has entered the ring, his music having been given something of an extended airing. It is faded out and replaced by “No Sympathy for Fools”, as Hunter in turn makes his entrance. Once both men are in the ring, they exchange a brief but significant period of eye contact, and with the scene thus set, RAF calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
There is still plenty of energy present in the crowd as the fans settle down to enjoy the main event; for the long timers, this contest brings with it a welcome tinge of nostalgia, while for the newer ACW followers, it’s a chance to see what half the IWC has been on about for quite a considerable amount of time.
It’s a mark of the respect which the two stablemates hold for one another that neither rushes in straight off of the bat; under the watchful eye of Raymond Allen Fleming they circle, once, twice, three times – and then tie up with surprising speed. FSX commits hard, and manages to make the element of surprise work as Hunter is forced back into the corner, despite his greater raw power. The crowd starts to cheer as FSX launches into a stream of fast blows to the chest and upper body, alternating with a kick to the gut every now and then; Hunter winces, and then gets his act together and shoves FSX backward, making space to get into the rhythm of his own potent punches. Fallen reels backward as Hunter resolutely tries to knock him down; the crowd turns the volume up a bit, and this encourages the two competitors to start exchanging blows alternately. With the hype in the place skyrocketing, Hunter and FSX’s speed increases, until suddenly they both try to be clever, swinging from low to high and trying to duck their opponents’ blow at the same time. The result is that they miss, end up back-to-back about three feet apart, and the crowd laughs at their momentary disorientation. Still facing away from one another, they circle warily, as if expecting to be blindsided, and unknowingly draw closer until their shoulders touch, causing them to whirl around and jump in surprise, drawing a much bigger laugh. A bit of pointing and arguing over who was at fault quickly subsides, and the humorous interlude quickly gives way once again to serious and skilful competition.
The next four minutes or so chronicle the efforts of the pair to shake off whatever ring rust has accumulated during their hiatuses from the ring. No one would think poorly of FSX if he were to come off worst in such a comparison, but the previous training of his muscle memory has obviously been well learnt, since he is able to strike with powerful blows to set up a gorgeous Silence Scissor Kick, taking Hunter down and earning a solid 2 count. Never one to remain behind on points (metaphorically, at least) Hunter kicks out of the pin, and then unleashes a full 45 seconds of pure pummeling, culminating in a running lariat which chains neatly into a hanging vertical suplex as FSX struggles up. The crowd cheers, splitting only as Hunter drops for the pin into the “pro” and “anti” factions; FSX gets his shoulder up, and then shoves Hunter off, rolling sideways all the way to the ropes so that he gets up on the outside of them. The fans get loud as FSX throws caution to the wind and uses the ropes to perform the Defiance of Death (corkscrew moonsault) – Hunter is just about up, and tries to catch and counter, but FSX’s rotation prevents him from getting a hold and the two are knocked to the mat. FSX scrambles into a pin, 1….2- Hunter writhes and turns it over, 1…2- FSX draws his knees up and punts Hunter off of him, taking the air from his lungs as he does so, and with the crowd now roaring locks in his Souls of Insanity (Liontamer)!