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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:07:50 GMT -5
Meltdown 2nd September 2004
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Daredevil v Rico - EotR first round, Match 5
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Jakie v Orochi - EotR first round, Match 6
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Bob & Amo - Junior title #1 contenders match - 2 out of 3 falls - Posing, dance off & rock, paper, scissors
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Rena vs Rico - Mud wrestling, bra and panties
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BK London vs Mystery Opponent - Entertainment Title (Open challenge)
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Rose vs Yoko – Lightweight Title Match
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Rey vs Loco - Poco Loco Extreme
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V3 vs RDK - International Title
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:30:02 GMT -5
Meltdown opens with the customary shot of the arena, showing the swathes of ACW fans all cheering and holding up their banners. In addition to the usual signs, several can be seen that read along the lines of “Congratulations Blade and Raye”, and everyone in the arena has been given a buttonhole flower in honour of the occasion.
The titantron then switches from the arena view to the backstage area; various bits and pieces of staging for the forthcoming nuptials are scattered around. The camera moves along until a familiar figure is revealed, sitting on top of one of the large equipment packing cases – AK is touching up her makeup with a small compact mirror, and to one side of her there is a beautiful bridesmaid’s dress, still in its protective cellophane wrapping. Everything at first glance appears normal, but when the camera moves closer it can be seen that AK is using foundation to disguise dark circles around her eyes; it’s as if she hasn’t been sleeping at all well…….
From the back of the shot, ACW interviewer Charlotte King walks along the corridor; she is wearing a tasteful peach skirt and jacket combination. She stops next to AK, who looks up from what she is doing and smiles.
AK: Hey, you look great! That colour really suits you.
Charlotte smiles back, but her expression becomes concerned as she looks more closely at AK; it takes more than a little makeup to fool a woman whose college major was psychology.
Charlotte: Are you ok? It’s started, hasn’t it……….
AK nods slowly.
Charlotte: That creep…….do you want to talk about it?
AK looks both ways along the corridor before speaking in a quiet voice.
AK: I knew that when I got into this business that there would be pressures, both physical and mental, and I did my best to prepare for that. What I didn’t prepare for was having someone target those I was close to…….
She pauses and clenches her fists for a moment.
AK: I don’t know how they got my family’s email addresses……probably hacked my laptop or something. It started out fairly small – viruses, hardcore porn, that sort of thing…..it was when the doctored snuff movie showed up that my mum panicked.
Charlotte: You don’t mean………oh god, that’s appalling!
AK looks down at the floor, trying to keep her feelings in check.
AK: I spent most of last night on the phone…..mum was in tears, begging me to come home…..it took me four hours to calm her down, and then I had to deal with my sister as well.
Charlotte doesn’t know what to say, and there’s an awkward pause, but then AK straightens up and looks determined.
AK: I’m really lucky……my family are so supportive, once we’d talked everything through they were right behind me again. It’s going to take a whole lot more than this to bring me down, that’s for sure. I called a friend from Uni who’s a tech genius, he’s changed all the email and security settings to make that sort of thing very difficult – hopefully the people responsible will decide it’s not worth the trouble. Of course, that probably just means they’ll switch to something else instead….
Charlotte: So what’s the chairman doing about all this?
AK: Nothing……I haven’t told him about it. There’s very little he could do, and he’s got enough on his plate trying to run the fed by himself. Anyway, I don’t want to give these sadistic bastards any more attention than necessary - I am not going to alter my life one bit on their account if I can possibly help it.
Charlotte: Yeah, that usually winds men up – they can’t stand the thought that they aren’t the centre of the universe…….
The tension is broken, and the atmosphere lightens. Charlotte pulls something from her jacket pocket.
Charlotte: Hey, I almost forgot why I was looking for you………the photos are back from the bridal shower!
AK: Ooh, let me see!
The two women look at the photos, laughing more and more at each one.
AK: Is that Gary?
Charlotte: Yep. He made quite a good stripper, I thought.
AK: At what point did I wear that traffic cone on my head?
Charlotte: Just after you’d finished singing “My heart will go on” in a very poor Celine Dion impression. Mind you, I don’t recall much at all after we ended up at that bar……
AK: Trust us to stumble on Rico’s favourite hangout……now I just have persuade him to return my little black dress, I don’t really want to keep his tie – dye t shirt and leather trousers.
Charlotte: They looked great on you, though….
AK: Not as good as my dress looked on him!
There is more laughter, and AK slides down off of the packing case.
AK: I’d better go and finish getting ready…..I hear you’re moving up a little on the corporate ladder?
Charlotte: Yes, tonight I’m helping to oversee one of the matches. From what I’ve heard so far, it should be….interesting.
The ladies proceed off in opposite directions, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:32:20 GMT -5
Segment: You Rollin? (Credit: Bob)
The camera shows an empty corridor; suddenly in the rear fo the shot a figure tiptoes up to a door and quietly opens it, peeking inside before slipping in. The camera moves forward and into the room; the stealthy figure turns out to be Bob, and the lock room evidently belongs to Jack Fury. Bob looks around until he finds what he wants; with a grin he pulls out Jack’s water bottle and pops in a couple of small white pills.
Bob: This whole plan would be complete if only I could get him and Rico in the same room. Jack will be having a good time tonight!
Bob laughs as he sneaks back out of Jack’s locker rooms, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:33:25 GMT -5
Match 1: Daredevil v Rico - EotR first round, Match 5
The fans can’t wait for the night’s action to begin, and they don’t have to wait long for the event staff to finish their preparations. Philip gets a rousing cheer as he steps into the ring, and he gives a shy wave before starting his night’s work.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the first match tonight is the fifth first round contest in this year’s Emperor of the Ring Tournament! Now entering the arena, please welcome the first participant….. Rico “Metrosexual” Miles!
”Why don’t you get a job” by the Offspring hits, and Rico is the very embodiment of the phrase “pretty in pink” as he walks to the ring; he waves cheerfully to the fans and looks to have recovered well from Warfare’s battle royale. He beams and flutters his eyelids at the crowd, stretching and warming up as he waits for his opponent; Philip looks a touch bemused but then just shrugs and continues.
Philip: And now, his opponent……from Cardiff, Wales…….Daredevil!
Devil also looks to have regained his strength after the rigours of 2 matches on Warfare; he looks to have put his world title disappointment behind him, and he seems focused on his new EotR target as he enters the ring and considers his first round opponent. Rico claps his hands together as he sees Devil arrive, and the referee sees no reason to delay longer; the bell rings just as “Mission Impossible 2” is fading away.
Bell Rings.
The pair circle one another; Devil is slightly put off by Rico’s smile and prancing gait, and this little distraction lets Rico nip in close for a series of hard forearm blows. Daredevil staggers backward and Rico continues his early attack with a hip toss, bringing forth a cheer from the crowd. Devil is on his feet well before Rico even thinks about a cover, and he lands a couple of blows of his own before flooring Rico with a leg sweep. Devil tries to hold Rico down for a quick pin; he gets almost 2 before Rico rolls the pair over, and Devil’s shoulders are down instead. Rice gives a flirtatious grin and Devil hurriedly throws him off, stopping the count at 2. Rico rolls smoothly back to his feet, his playful persona masking a thoroughly sound grasp of wrestling techniques, and as Devil approaches he uses an armbar takedown into an armbar submission hold. Devil feels the stress in his arm, but he is not going to tap out for the second singles match in succession, and he withstands the pressure for several moments before breaking free. The pair separate, and now Daredevil begins his own plan of attack; Rico is certainly quick but Devil uses the element of surprise to hit Rico with a scoop slam before Rico can defend himself. Devil pins, and gets a 2 count; he leaves Rico on the mat and heads to one of the corner posts to get some height. Rico isn’t that slow to get up, but he rises straight into a top rope clothesline from Devil that drops him back to square one. Devil drops his elbow for extra impact before pinning, this time with a hooked leg; Devil receives a count of 2.5, and Rico looks to be in trouble. Devil is keen to use the momentum he has established, but Rico knows that he needs a little time to recover; he rolls out of the ring and moves away as Devil tries to follow. Rico speeds around the ring and re – enters it on the other side; he looks like he is moving away but as Devil tries to pursue he spins around, runs back and grabs the middle rope before sliding his feet out quickly to connect with Devil’s chest. Devil falls backward, and Rico pulls himself back up before Devil can grab on to his legs; he backs away to the centre of the ring, and Devil looks rather miffed as he slides back into the ring and comes to meet his opponent once more.
Devil and Rico grapple with one another; Devil gets the upper hand and executes a strong neckbreaker before making a swift cover. Rico kicks out at 2, and moves away so that Devil can’t follow up directly. Rico retreats to the corner; he blows a kiss at Devil, but Devil isn’t prodded into acting rashly as Rico hopes. So instead Rico dashes forward, arm outstretched as for a clothesline – Devil ducks to avoid it, giving Rico the opportunity he is looking for. With a smile Rice springs up and leapfrogs Devil, but instead of passing right over the top he stamps down with both feet on to Devil’s back. Devil is forced down to his hands and knees, and Rico runs around the front to knee Devil hard in the face. Devil falls backward and Rico pins without delay; he holds Devil down for a solid 2 before Devil escapes. Now Rico’s spirits are on the up, and he gives a little wave to his fans; he makes the mistake of taking his eyes off his opponent for just a second, giving Devil the chance to run in and bring Rico back down to earth with a bulldog. Devil covers, and also gets 2; undeterred he applies a chinlock, and Rico grits his teeth as he gathers the necessary force. Rico fights his way out of the chinlock, but no sooner is he free than Devil switches to his armbar hold, and Rico has to start all over again. Devil yells at Rico to tap out; the pain is written across Rico’s face but a high tolerance for pain is another of his “feminine” traits. He holds out for almost a minute before Devil’s concentration slips, and Rico is able to extract himself. Rico is quick to act; he grabs Devil by the throat, gives his “Hi there!” wave to everyone, and then chokeslams Devil with a force not normally associated with a man of his build. Rico pins, but Devil kicks away, and as the pair get back up Devil produces his Stunt Bomb from nowhere to take Rico down. With Rico lying on his back, Devil swiftly restrains him with a small package, and Rico can’t quite shake the stars from his head in time to beat the 1-2-3 count.
Philip: Here is your winner…….Daredevil!
The crowd is split between those who are becoming fans of Daredevil, and those who are not so keen; Devil gets a mixed reaction as he raises his arms in victory. He clearly looks pleased to be advancing in the tournament, and the win gives him a useful confidence boost after his loss on Warfare. Rico is disappointed and everyone wonders if he is going to have a strop over his defeat; Rico though is a resilient type and he simply resolves to learn from the experience, and he waves to his fans as he leaves the arena to prepare for his second “match” later that evening.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:40:36 GMT -5
Segment: A final plea to reason (Credit: Rey / Loco)
El Loco is walking down a short hallway, whistling an unknown tune to himself…….
Mysterious voice: Ah, Loco, I’m glad I caught you.
Loco (with annoyance): Rey, what is it now?
Rey steps out of the corridor; it’s clear he is in a distraught state, as if something has been bothering him.
Rey: We have to reform the Poco Locos! Think about all the times, the TLC at--
Loco launches himself towards Rey, wailing on him. Loco connects with punch after punch, soon causing Rey to bleed. Finally, once Rey is a bloody mess, Loco backs off, and with a smirk on his face, he says....
Loco: I told you, we aren't going to reform, that part of my life is behind me. So quit bothering me about this, leave me ALONE!!!!
Loco takes one final swift kick at Rey, connecting square on his temple, sending Rey sailing into the wall. With his final assault successfully accomplished, Loco stalks away, and resumes whistling his unknown tune.
The camera returns to face Rey, and slowly zooms in on him. Rey looks immensely sad, but then his expression shifts to something much darker.
Rey: (under his breath) So, that’s the way you want to do it, eh? Loco, you picked the wrong guy to piss off...
The scene fades as Rey silently gets up and heads toward Ginger's office……….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:42:05 GMT -5
Match 2: Jakie v Orochi - EotR first round, Match 6 (Credit: White Rose)
The passionate crowd in the ACW arena is quiet, too quiet. Backstage, people are worried, what if the crowd is……bored? Sure they have seen great things so far tonight, but there has been an unusually long lull between the previous action and this match. This match is pivotal in the momentum of the show. The crowd cheers loudly as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is part of the first round of the Emperor Of The Ring tournament, and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Dover New Hampshire, please welcome Jakie!
"Headstrong" hits and Jakie comes out to a nice pop from the crowd. He charges down the ramp at full speed and slides through the ropes. He gets up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and looks onto the sea of humanity that is the crowd. After a few seconds of reflection, he takes his corner and Philip begins his speaking anew.
Philip: And next from Yokohama, Japan, please welcome Yamata No Orochi!
Orochi comes out to massive jeers from the crowd. He walks down the aisle and is extremely focused and serious. As he walks down the aisle, he occasionally mock charges the fans and when he does, they scatter in fear. This causes Orochi to laugh quite a bit. He enters the ring and begins to stare down Jakie. The referee calls for the bell, Philip exits the ring and the match begins.
Bell Rings.
Orochi stares down Jakie, and both have an expression that’s hard to read, but there is certainly no fear in either man’s eyes. Orochi towers above Jakie, but Jakie is not afraid, Orochi stares down to Jakie, but he is not overconfident. The crowd cheers loudly at this excellent staredown. It is the calm before the storm. Suddenly, Orochi goes for a spin kick, but Jakie ducks and hits Orochi with a back suplex, they both get to their feet and Jakie hits Orochi with a dropkick. When Orochi is down, Jakie climbs to the top rope, but Orochi gets up and runs into the ropes, knocking Jakie into a rather precarious position. Jakie falls to the mat and Orochi goes for the pin, the referee counts 1…..2, but Jakie kicks out rather easily. Orochi gets to his feet and brings Jakie with him, Orochi Irish whips Jakie against the ropes, but Jakie reverses with a cross body block. Orochi catches Jakie in mid air and gives him a fall away slam right out of the ring. Orochi takes this time to go to his corner and take a breather. The referee begins to count Jakie out, 1…………..2…………3………….4, Jakie begins to stumble up, 5…………6……..7……..8……9, but Jake finally makes it into the ring. Orochi is there to great him and he puts Jakie in a suplex, which Jakie slips out of and reverses into a DDT. Jakie covers for the pin, the referee counts 1……2…, but Orochi throws Jakie off of him and gets to his feet with amazing agility. Orochi goes for a clothesline, but Jakie ducks and rebounds off the ropes and hits a flying forearm, but it only causes Orochi to stagger. Jakie rebounds against the ropes again and tries for a running enziguri, but Orochi moves deftly out of the way and Jakie crotches himself on the ropes.
Orochi takes advantage and slams him off the ropes back inside the ring. He picks Jakie up and gives him a forceful Irish Whip into the turnbuckle, Jakie staggers out of the corner where Orochi locks in the Spinebuster/Leglock combo. Orochi locks in the hold and Jakie cannot escape it easily, he screams out in pain very loudly, but after a lot of struggle finally gets to the ropes. Orochi is late on releasing the hold and is verbally reprimanded by the referee. Few men can survive the Spinebuster/leglock combo, but Jakie has broken out, not before the move has taken a heavy toll on him. Jakie struggles to his feet, but as he does, Orochi runs towards Jakie and rams him with his knee knocking him back down. Orochi then decides he is going to climb up top and deliver a move that will end the match in one fell swoop, but as he reaches the top, Jakie kicks up and runs up the turnbuckle, hitting a running arm drag of the top rope. He then climbs up the top rope himself and measures the distance before jumping of with a flying legdrop, but Orochi rolls out of the way and Jakie misses entirely. Orochi gets to his feet and picks Jakie up and sets him up for the Gorilla Press Slam, but when he drops Jakie, he immediately rolls Orochi up for the pin. The referee counts 1……..2…., but Orochi kicks out at the last second. Jakie rebounds off the ropes after Orochi gets to his feet and is met by Orochi’s hand on his face. Orochi lifts Jakie up and slams him into a back breaker, a favorite move of his called Kusanagi no Tsurugi. Orochi covers him dominantly and the referee counts 1………2……….3. The referee raises Orochi’s hand and calls for the bell and Philip enters the ring.
Bell Rings
Philip: Here is your winner by Pinfall, Yamata No Orochi!
Orochi leaves the ring as dominantly as he entered to the jeers of the fans. Orochi is on his way to becoming the first Emperor Of The Ring, or is he? Jakie had a strong showing in this match and it is apparent to everyone that he will have his time to shine in the future.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:43:15 GMT -5
Segment: Of all the feds in all the world…….. (Credit: Daredevil)
The Mission Impossible II theme hits the PA and Daredevil comes out, to a mixed reception. He sees signs like ‘fuck off back to Wales’, but also some encouraging signs, like ‘better luck next time, devil’. He enters the ring and a cameraman throws him a microphone.
Daredevil: What happened last Monday…<br> A ‘you suck’ chant starts at one part of the arena. Daredevil stops to let them finish.
Daredevil: Just let me talk, please.
The chant gets louder, then is suddenly drowned out by a ‘Devil rules’ chant.
Daredevil: Now that’s what I prefer to hear!
The crowd then hush, and wait for Daredevil to talk.
Daredevil: Last Monday night on Warfare, I think you all remember that I had a title match against none other than Bladeshadow.
The crowd go mental, simply at the announcement of his name.
Daredevil: Well on your special day, I’m not gonna say anything. Instead, I’m just gonna say that I did give you a run for your money, and you’ve gotta admit that I nearly had the title won. If it wasn’t for Rena…..
The crowd cheer. They obviously like Rena, or at least her looks.
Daredevil: Don’t say that! She was my manager! Or at least she was, until she dropped me for Amo. What I don’t understand though, is that she had the nerve to interfere in my match and cost me the title. Now, I’d call her out now, but she’s been ignoring my phone calls and not replying to my emails asking why, so I’m gonna call out Amo, instead. Amo, If you have the guts to face me, you’ll come out!
”The Magnificent Seven” by The Clash hits, and Amo comes out. He doesn’t look too pleased.
Amo: Listen, Daredevil. Rena’s getting prepared for her match, so she doesn’t want to be disturbed.
Daredevil: Well I want answers. She manages you, and she’s likely to tell you everything that goes on in her life around here. So tell me, why did she cost me the title?
Amo: Don’t play dumb, Daredevil. You know exactly why she did it. I think I remember that you two once dated…<br> Daredevil: Yeah, yeah. We all know about that.
Amo: If by ‘we’ you mean the wrestlers, then yeah. We all know. But tell the fans about it. I’m sure they don’t know, do they?
The crowd erupts, and they wait for Daredevil to tell them.
Daredevil: Ok, I’ll tell you. I was already dating her before she came here. And then we started to argue because she didn’t like my, err, let’s say exciting lifestyle
Amo: You mean going out every other night and partying through the night………<br> The crowd laughs.
Daredevil: Ok, you’re right. I did party all the time. But that’s not the point. The point is that she didn’t like the way I lived my life, and left me the day after signing a contract. And she ended up with you.
Amo: That’s right, ME! I win the girl, not you!
Daredevil: Listen, I don’t care. Have Rena, she’s only trouble, anyways.
Amo: Well thanks for the tip. Well, I’ve gotta get ready for my match, so, see ya!
Amo’s music hits again, and he leaves with a big smile on his face. Daredevil is once again left the fool as he stands in the ring, looking pissed off.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:48:57 GMT -5
Match 3: Bob vs Amo - Junior title #1 contenders match
The next 2 matches promise something a little different from normal, and there is a buzz of conversation in the arena as ACW’s resident interviewers, Kevin Anderson and Charlotte King, make their way to the ring where Philip is already waiting for them. All three have mics in hand, and they wait for the sound to die back a little before Kevin gets things rolling.
Kevin: How y’all doing, A – Cee – Double – Yuuuuuu?
This gets a big pop from the crowd, as you’d expect.
Kevin: Now I’m sure you’re all wondering what my colleague and I are doing here in the ring. Well, tonight as I’m sure you know, Amo the Great and Bob Di’Las are scheduled to have a rematch for the Junior title #1 contender spot.
Charlotte (whispers): Uh, I thought that was supposed to happen on Warfare……..
Kevin (whispers back): Shhh, V-3 misread the match booking schedule. Don’t bring it up, we might get away with it…<br> Charlotte: Oh, Okay.
Kevin: Erm, yes. So we have this match set….but both Bob and Amo have spoken to the management, and they have come up with a unique format, to make the contest absolutely fair. To explain it, I shall now hand back over to our esteemed ring announcer.
There’s another brief pop, and Philip smiles.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this contest will consist of an initial 2 parts, with a third to follow in the event of a tie. I shall explain each stipulation as required, but first please welcome the participants. Introducing first, from Los Angeles……….Amo the Great!
”The Magnificent Seven” hits for the second time that evening, and Amo comes out to a big response from the crowd. He smiles and does a pose or two on the ramp before making his way smartly to the ring; he climbs in and salutes the crowd before giving Charlotte a smile and a wink, making her blush and giggle a little.
There is a brief pause, and then the lights dim as “Stomp it to my beat” hits, and Bob dances out into the blacklight of the arena, also to a resounding welcome.
Philip: And his opponent, also from Los Angeles…….the B to the O to the B, Bob Di’las!
Bob jumps up into the ring and dances a little more before the lights in the arena return to normal. He slaps hands with Philip, and he and Amo stand facing one another in the ring as Philip explains part one of the competition.
Philip: It is now time for round one of this match…….
Everyone waits for the interviewers and Philip to leave the ring, but they stay put.
Philip: …….which will be a posing contest!
There is a wave of sound in the arena; lots of people cheer, and quite a few laughs.
Philip: Each contestant will have one minute to impress the judges with their posing skills. And the judges of the contest will be you, the ACW fans!
This gets an even bigger cheer. Amo borrows Charlotte’s mic, and turns to face the audience.
Amo: Now people, I don’t want you to get all overexcited, but I can tell that lots of you are keen to see this match. So, to make it fair for everyone, would the guys mind allowing the ladies in the audience to move to the front so they can see better?
There’s a wave of girly cheering, and the event stewards have their work cut out to stop a music concert style crush developing at the barriers. Eventually though peace is restored, and Amo hands the mic back to Charlotte.
Amo: Thanks, Charlie.
Amo flashes a perfect white smile, and Charlotte looks about ready to pass out. Kevin just shakes his head and takes over direction of the match.
Kevin: A coin was flipped backstage, and Bob has been selected to go first in Round 1. Bob, you have 1 minute, starting….now!
The sudden commencement of the competition takes Bob by surprise; for a few moments he looks like a rabbit stuck in car headlights. Then he regains his composure, stands with his feet apart, and puts both thumbs up with a cheesy grin to complement the picture. This gets a few laughs, and Bob holds the pose for as long as he can before he senses the crowd getting bored. Bob hops up on to the turnbuckle and holds his arms up in a classic bodybuilder pose; this however is slightly less than impressive since Bob’s muscles aren’t keen to reveal themselves. Bob still has 15 seconds to fill, but then he has an idea; standing on the top of the ring post he strikes the “Daniel – san” Karate Kid crane pose, with what he hopes is a look of serene grace but instead comes somewhat closer to “man trying very hard not to fart”. There is more laughter, and Bob is released when the bell rings to signify the end of the minute. The fans clap Bob for his efforts, and then Bob stands aside as Amo prepares to take his turn.
Kevin: Hmm…yes, thankyou Bob. Now it’s time to see what Amo can do……you also have one minute, starting……….now!
Instantly the arena is lit up in a dramatic fashion; Amo pauses for a second before giving his own rendition of the classic muscleman pose. The ladies in the front are clearly very taken with this.
Ladies: Oooooooohh, he’s so hunky! Buff to the max!
Amo gives his movie – star smile before abruptly terminating the pose and rolling out of the ring. Amo runs up to the entrance stage and raises up his arms, Randy Orton style; a shedload of pyros go off behind him, and a few well timed lasers complete the effect, making the crowd cheer all the more. Once the lasers fade away, Amo comes rushing back to the ring and climbs the turnbuckle; he holds his hands up and a corner pyro is triggered, making Amo look as if he is shooting the flames from his fingers like a superhero. Then the arena is suddenly plunged into darkness, and there is a pause before a single bright spotlight illuminates the centre of the ring. Amo’s pose this time is quite different; he has his head lowered so that his face is in shadow, and he looks just like the mysterious stranger who usually adorns the cover of a cheap crime paperback. Amo raises his head just a little so that the light catches his eyes, and he smiles at his legions of fans; there is more shrieking and a few women have to be removed and revived with lots of frantic programme – fanning by their friends. Amo’s minute concludes, and the lights come back up; the fans are already cheering loudly and Kevin has to wave his mic to get their attention.
Kevin: So, everyone, now it’s time for you to make your first decision. If you think Bob should win this round, make some noise!
There is a surprisingly loud cheer for Bob, and he gives his thumbs up pose again in recognition.
Kevin: But if you thought Amo was better, then let me hear you!
The arena roof nearly comes off, and Amo grins as it’s clear that he is the winner. Everyone calms down again and Kevin confirms the result.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:50:49 GMT -5
Kevin: The first round goes to Amo the Great! So now, it is time for round 2, which is…….
Philip (taking over):….A dance contest!
Several of the fans have already worked out what the likely format of round 2 would be, but they are no less enthusiastic in their cheering for it.
Kevin: Amo will be the first to compete in the second round……once again, you have one minute, starting……now!
Amo doesn’t start immediately; he stands still, and then abruptly a strangely familiar tune comes on over the speaker system. It’s only when Amo starts to perform the distinctive hand movements that everyone recognises the “Macarena”, and a gale of laughter sweeps though the arena. Amo isn’t put off, and seems to be concentrating hard, which of course makes it even funnier. After a chorus or two, the music switches into the “cha cha slide”, which Amo also undertakes with complete seriousness, making everyone laugh until their ribs star to hurt. Finally, with about 20 seconds to go, Amo delivers his coup de grace; the “locomotion” starts up, and Amo jumps into the crowd, quickly collecting a string of his fans and leading them off on a merry dance around the floor area. Several other lines spring up. and the show director allows the music to run on for a good 30 to 40 seconds extra so everyone can enjoy the silliness of it all, before Amo leads his “train” back to their seats and gets back into the ring.
Kevin: Ok, now that everyone has stretched their legs….it’s Bob’s turn to show us what he can do. One minute, Bob……….go!
Bob’s entrance theme kicks up, and the lights dim again throwing a spotlight on Bob in the centre of the ring. Bob starts with a brisk six – step; as he gets into the rhythm he brings out the moves which have led him to the pinnacle of the world breakdancing scene – turtles, windmills, hand glides and other such tricks, all performed at astonishing speed. Springing to his feet, Bob does a crowd – pleasing moonwalk across the ring before dropping back down and shifting into top gear as he produces a string of perfect flares, his mastery evident in every subtle movement of his body. The crowd is transfixed on the world champion at work, and as his performance comes to an end he hits a stunning head spin before pushing up with his hands and landing on just his left hand, perfectly balanced. Bob gives a grin and a wink to the camera, and the whole arena is filled with cheers and applause. Bob bounces back to his feet, and Kevin comes forward for the judging.
Kevin: What about that then people? You know the score……if you want Amo to win round 2, make yourselves heard!
There is a very loud cheer from the crowd, particularly the ladies.
Kevin: And if you think Bob’s king of the dancefloor, give it everything you’ve got!
Thunderous applause and cheering sweeps the arena, and Amo nods; there can be no doubt over the winner. The match is tied, and now Charlotte takes control for the final stage.
Charlotte: As the participants are drawn at one round each, we have to go to a third and deciding round. Gentlemen, we have already discussed how this will work, so prepare to do battle. First person to score 2 points is the winner, and will be confirmed as #1 contender for the Junior title.
The lights in the arena sink down so that Amo and Bob are left facing one another in the spotlight; the rest of the hall is in darkness. Everyone is silent, wondering what kind of challenge will be used to break the deadlock; both men look focused and serious, and Charlotte stands behind them, looking into the space between the competitors.
Charlotte: Gentlemen, on the count of three…..
The tension is palpable. and both Amo and Bob tense up.
Charlotte: 1……..2……..3!
Amo and Bob both shoot out a hand. Bob’s is clenched in a fist, while Amo is making a horizontal “V” sign with his other fingers curled up.
Charlotte: Stone blunts scissors…..first point goes to Bob!
The audience has a collective “what the heck?” moment, but then they decide to go with it and the arena is filled with shouts encouraging both competitors. Bob looks just a little relieved, but then both he and Amo focus on one another again, and Charlotte holds her arm in the air.
Charlotte: Could I have silence again please. Gentlemen, on my mark……
Bob stares at Amo, trying to read his intention; Amo looks completely blank, but Bob sees him clenching and unclenching his fists….
Charlotte: 1…….2………3!
Bob and Amo react at the exact same time; Bob holds his hand out flat, but Amo makes the same V sign as before.
Charlotte: Scissors cut Paper – one all! This is it……..this will decide the whole match!
This time the audience doesn’t need to be told to stay quiet; a mouse’s footstep would be audible in the arena if it were to fall. There is a long pause, and both Bob and Amo are visibly sweating….
Charlotte: 1…….2……….3!
Both men extend their arms, and both have their fists clenched. There is a sigh from the audience, but everyone instinctively silences themselves again.
Charlotte: All right, 1………..2……..3!
Two more clenched fists are produced. There is a louder groan from the audience, and a few people shout out encouragement before silence is restored. The tension is now incredible, and the crowd could just as well be watching the conclusion of a match between two chess grandmasters, so intense is the concentration of the men in the ring. They take deep breaths, and scan one another as they look for something, anything, to give them a clue as to what to do…..
Charlotte: Once more……….1……….2………3!
Amo crosses his fingers with his free hand and sticks out the other. For a moment he can’t bear to look, but as he opens his eyes the camera zooms in and shows his flat palm, opposite Bob’s clenched fist.
Charlotte: Paper wraps stone! We have a winner…….
Philip butts in, determined to do his job as usual.
Philip: Here is your winner, and #1 contender for the Junior Title……..Amo the Great!
The audience cheers wildly, releasing their pent – up feelings; Bob sighs and his shoulders drop, and Philip is the first to offer his commiserations. Amo comes over, and he too looks concerned at Bob’s reaction, but then Bob shrugs and offers his hand to Amo. Amo grins and takes it, and the fans applaud both men for their sportsmanlike behaviour. Bob and Amo shake hands with he interviewers and Philip; Charlotte gets a peck on the cheek from Bob, and she has to be given a hand exiting the ring by Kevin, who just rolls his eyes in a good natured way. The interviewers leave, and Bob and Amo follow shortly after, their dispute resolved in a way that only ACW’s most awesome duo could pull off.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:53:25 GMT -5
Segment: The High Life (Credit: Jack Fury)
Jack Fury is seen walking into his locker room, his hair has been dyed back to its normal dark red. He walks into his locker room and drops his bag and messes around with various objects whilst drinking out of his water bottle that is laying on his table; he gulps away so fast he has not noticed that there is a strange white residue in the base of the bottle. Just then, Bob strolls in, apparently returning from his match….
Bob: Yo Dude! How’s it going?
Fury can hardly believe that Bob can walk into the room and so casually talk to him, especially after last week’s events.
Fury: Just who in the hell do you think you are punk?! First you…<br> Bob: Dude, you know me, its B to the O to the B…. don’t tell me my gear is already affecting you
Fury: Your what?! What the hell are you talking about?! You had better not be coming onto me!
Bob: No, not that kind of gear, my gear.
Fury: Ah fuck it! There is no point talking to you just get out now!!!
Bob: Whatever dude, have fun tonight, heh heh…<br> Bob walks out of Fury’s locker room laughing away and looking very pleased with himself.
Fury: Man, what is the deal with him anyways, Well there is no point in me dwelling over it, he is only a little druggie probably away to pop some of his stash now…<br> Fury shakes his head and starts to rearrange items in his kit bag; he blinks several times and appears to have a little trouble focusing. In the back of the shot, the camera pinpoints the now empty water bottle……..
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:55:34 GMT -5
Match 4: Rena vs Rico (Mud wrestling / Bra and Panties Match)
When the camera returns to the main arena, it is evident that the stagehands have been busy. The area surrounding the ring has been covered with protective sheeting, and on top of this is a large inflatable pool, filled up to shin height with thick, dark brown mud. Philip wisely stays as far away from this as possible.
Philip: The next match is an intergender contest, to be fought under the infamous “bra and panties” stipulation. Both participants will begin the match fully clothed, and the winner will be the first person to remove their opponent’s outer clothes so that they are dressed only in their underwear. Additionally, this match will include the option of using the mud pool positioned next to the ring I any way that the contestants see fit.
Another shot of the mud pool is shown before Philip moves on.
Philip: Now, please welcome first, from New York…….making her ACW debut, Rena Matheson!
”Dirrty” by Christina Aguilera hits, and Rena strides out confidently into the spotlights; she wears a close – fitting top and low – slung pants that just show a fraction of her underclothes. The fans whoop and wolf – whistle, and Rena gives a few flirtatious smiles to them as she comes to the ring and steps in, standing just to the left of Philip.
There’s a short pause, and then “Why don’t you get a job” hits, bringing Rico out on to the stage for the second time that night.
Philip: And her opponent………Rico Miles!
Rico gets a good reaction as he bounds to the ring; he’s clearly very enthusiastic about this match. He too is wearing a tight – fitting shirt and pants, chosen to make it as difficult as possible for his opponent to remove them. A chant of “Get ‘em off!” is already getting started, and the referee takes up his position in the ring before signalling for things to get going.
Bell Rings.
Rena and Rico cautiously approach one another; they walk around in a wide circle before Rena makes a sudden charge with the intention of knocking Rico out of the ring and into the pool below. Rico sidesteps and grabs at Rena’s top as she passes; it stretches and rips just a little before Rena is halted and she falls bum – first to the mat. Roc goes straight to work, trying to hold Rena down while he tugs on her top; Rena though gives just as good as she gets, and with her manicured sharp nails she tears an arm off of Rico’s own tshirt as the pair grapple. Rena slaps Rico hard before rolling back to her feet; Rico gives her a look that says, “Bitch!” before locking up again and hitting a swift DDT; as Rena lies on the mat he looks for the seam on her pants and uses his strength to start ripping them apart on one leg. In doing this however he neglects to note exactly how he is positioned, and recovering her senses Rena kicks back with her other foot, driving her stiletto heel into Rico’s chest., Rico gasps for air, and Rena executes a technically superb suplex before having another go at Rico’s top. With one swift motion, Rena rips the shirt in two, and she laughs as Rico is shown to have fully complied with the stipulation – the powder blue bra looks a little “empty” on him, but Rico has evidently improvised with the age – old “folded loo roll” solution. As Rena leans over him, Rico snaps his eyes open and punches upward; he cracks Rena with a strong blow to the chin, and using all his strength Rico wrenches away one entire leg section from Rena’s pants, showing a flash of lacy red panties beneath. Rico tosses away the material, looks behind him, looks at the crowd……and grins as he pulls Rena back up and hoists her over his shoulder before walking to the ropes directly above the mud pool. The fans are now chanting, “Mud! Mud!”, but as Rico prepares to throw Rena overboard she springs back to life, struggles free and drops down directly behind him. One hard kick is all that Rena needs to shove Rico through the middle ropes and into the mud pool, and the audience cheers. Rena steps through the ropes and jumps off to try a leg drop on to her opponent, but Rico slides aside and instead Rena splashes down into the mud, shrieking as she does so.
Both participants try to stand back up, but the slippery mud makes this easier said than done; they take a swing at one another only to both end up back on their butts in the goo. Rico kneels back up and snatches at Rena’s sodden top; the wet mud makes it weaker, and Rico pulls it off of Rena to expose her red lace bra in all its glory. The guys in the audience cheer wildly; Rena though is becoming increasingly annoyed as Rico seems to be making the best of the match. Rena steps out of the mud and form a more stable position she kicks Rico hard, aiming for his family jewels; Rico moves just enough so that he takes the hit in the gut instead, but he is momentarily halted and Rena drags him out of the pool, leaving a muddy trail on the outside of the ring, before pounding his head against the security barrier and using language most unbecoming to a lady. Rico has already taken a number of shots to the head during the evening, but his temper flares at Rena’s insults and he fights back, landing a forearm blow or two before he is able to slap on his chokehold. Rico lifts Rena and walks back to the pool; the fans cheer enthusiastically, and Rico slams Rena down into the mud to the amusement of all present. Rico rips off the other leg of Rena’s pants, leaving her with just a pair of “hot pants” between her and defeat. Knowing she has to try and turn the tables, a Rena rolls back into the ring; Rico moves to follow her only to walk straight into Rena’s hugely powerful chick kick. Rena tries to pull Rico’s pants down, but she discovers that the damp from the mud has shrunken them, making them really difficult to remove. As Rena is trying to formulate a plan, Rico sits up; he rolls back to his feet and takes a swing at Rena. Rena staggers back, and then abruptly turns and runs to the referee, looking distressed and insisting she has something in her eye; the referee tries to calm her, but he is standing close to the edge of the ring and Rena “Accidentally” knocks into him, causing his to slip on the mud and tumble into the pool himself. Without pausing, Rena spins around and takes Rico totally by surprise with a clothesline; Rico falls, and Rena swiftly pulls something small and metallic from her own bra. It only takes Rena a second or two to cut slits at the waistband of Rico’s pants with her nail scissors, and although Rico struggles Rena grabs the pants by the legs so that Rico’s thrashing actually helps her remove the garment. The mud has soaked into Rico’s panties and fortunately made them opaque, and as the ref picks himself up he sees Rico in his full glory. He calls for the bell just as Rena presses home her victory by throwing Rico back into the mud pool, sending splatters everywhere and totally coating him in the thick liquid.
Philip: Here is your winner……Rena Matheson!
The fans are still rather excited over seeing Rena in a state of partial undress, but several boo her for her underhand tactics as she exits the ring and wraps herself in a waiting towel. Rena taunts Rico, who is now totally covered in thick mud; Rico looks angry at the loss, and it’s clear that a fierce rivaly is in the offing between the pair. Rena leaves looking pleased with herself; Rico follows shortly after, wrapped in a towel of his own, and his sharp mind is already working on ways to get one back against ACW’s self proclaimed “Supreme Diva”.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:58:05 GMT -5
Segment: Conflict resolution, Poco - style (Credit: Rey / Loco)
The scene opens with Rey in Chairman Gingerdude’s office.
Ginger: Mr. McFoley, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?
Rey: Ging, cut the crap. I want a match against Loco, if this is the way that he wants it, then let us end it properly. Him, me, mono e mono.
Ginger: Ok Rey, I see where you’re going with this. So you want Loco in a match, eh? Fine, but this has to end in a more suitable way, a match designed by the team which bears its name.
Rey: You don’t mean....
Ginger: Yes, a Poco Loco Extreme Match.
The crowd begins a “P-L-E” chant.
Ginger: So brutal, so painful, so perfect to end this once and for all. And that match will take place tonight, in front of this extraordinary crowd we have in attendance. So, Mr. McFoley, you better get ready for you match, you wouldn’t want to go unprepared would you?
Rey nods slowly, as he comprehends the task at hand.
Rey: Alright, PLE, no problem, this will be an awesome way to get back at Loco, thank you Ging.
With that, Rey leaves the office and heads to his locker room to get ready for the match ahead.
Fade out to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 15:59:57 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs Mystery Opponent - Entertainment Title (Open challenge) (Credit: BK London / TNT; opening events credit: Fury / Bob)
As we come back from commercial break BK London's music is already playing, and BK London is in the ring getting ready for his match mentally. London takes a mic and addresses the gathered fans.
London: You all know why I’m here. Last week I set an open challenge to any eligible superstar, offering them a shot at my entertainment title. So, all you people back there, it’s time to find out if any of you have the guts to accept……the first person to come out on to that stage gets this fabulous opportunity.
There is a pause, and then “TNT” by AC/DC hits; the crowd boos as TNT strides out on to the entrance ramp, also with a mic.
Philip: And the open challenger for this Entertainment Championship Match, from Chicago Illinois….. T-N-T!
TNT flips off the crowd briefly before turning to London.
TNT: That’s right London, your worst nightmare just came true! I’m gonna beat you so hard….
TNT is in full flow, but he is cut off by a sudden surge of shouting and then laughter from the crowd. London is already staring past TNT, and the challenger turns around to discover what all the fuss is about.
The interruption has been caused by Jack Fury; his steps are quite wobbly, and instead of his usual stern look he is beaming away happily. He seems to have something in his hand, and as he spots TNT he throws up his arms and runs toward him.
Fury: Maaaaaaaate! How are ya, my son?
Fury tries to give TNT a manly hug; TNT shoves him away, and Fury looks very hurt for a second before his mind skips to something else entirely. Fury straightens up, and leans closer to TNT as if disclosing a deep secret.
Fury: You know what? I’ve just discovered something really amazing.
TNT is totally lost now; he just stares at Fury, who opens his hand to reveal a little plastic toy soldier. Fury leans in close again.
Fury: You see this? This person……is small.
Fury pauses to let this piece of information sink in. The crowd is almost completely silent, engrossed in the surreal moment. Fury then looks up and points to the people seated up in the highest tiers of the arena, just barely visible to the camera.
Fury: Whereas those people………….
He pauses again, as if about to reveal the ultimate meaning of the universe.
Fury: ……….are far away.
Fury nods sagely; TNT looks at Fury as if he is totally off his head, which of course he is. Fury reiterates his point in case anyone has missed it.
Fury: (looks down)…… Small…………(looks at top tier)…….far away.
TNT’s patience is just about spent; he grabs Fury and pulls him close.
TNT: I don’t know what any of that crap was supposed to be about, but I don’t care. Now get lost before I whoop your ass to warm up for my title winning match!
The word “title” seems to trigger something in Fury’s befuddled head.
Fury: Huh? Oh yeah! The shiny thing…….I want the shiny thing!
Fury tries to head to the ring, but TNT isn’t about to let Fury gatecrash; he spins him around and gives him a hefty punch or two before hitting the RKO. Fury goes down and TNT smirks, but the smile is wiped away as the tripping Fury completely no – sells the move and jumps back up.
Fury: Oh so it’s like that then is it? Come on then, I’ll take all four of you, no trouble!
Fury swings a huge fist at TNT, but fortunately he goes for one of the “clones” and instead falls flat on his face. TNT is about to resume his attack when Ginger finally arrives to stop the madness, and 2 powerfully built security guards lift Fury back up. Ginger gives TNT a glare that makes him back off, and then looks at Fury, who is struggling and evidently not happy at having his fun curtailed.
Fury: What are you doing here, you carrot – topped English tosser? Up bonny Scotland!
Ginger can see that Fury is not himself; he just sighs and motions for security to lead Fury away. They do this despite Jack’s thrashing, and Fury continues to yell as he is removed.
Fury: And Man Utd are a load of shite too, ya wanker!
Ginger just scowls and stalks off; TNT smirks, and dropping his mic to the floor he starts to approach the ring. TNT then goes over to shake a fan’s hand but he stops then slides his hands through his hair. BK and TNT exchange glares with each other and TNT steps slowly into the ring. The referee takes BK London's belt and he raises it in the air signalling that the match is for the title. The referee signals for the bell to ring and the match starts.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 16:03:17 GMT -5
BK London and TNT tie up in the middle of the ring, and BK London locks TNT in a hammerlock. TNT tries to pull BK's leg from under him but BK is too far, TNT then hits BK with a Snapmare and he locks in a very aggressive chinlock. BK grabs the inside of TNT's leg and he rolls him over in pin position but TNT kicks out. TNT and BK simultaneously get up but TNT hits BK with a quick knee to the abdomen. TNT hits BK with a European Uppercut which knocks him into the corner of the ring. TNT goes to the corner and he goes for the 10 punch but before he even gets one in BK slips under his legs and sets him up on his shoulders. BK, who is showing impressive strength drops TNT with a Queen Suplex which really hurts the back of TNT. BK walks over to TNT and he picks up the hurt TNT and hits him with a Snap Suplex. TNT holds his back and BK goes for the pin only for TNT to kick out at the 2 count. BK picks up TNT but TNT hits BK with a thumb to the eye. BK is temporarily blinded and TNT follows up with a Modified Backbreaker. TNT pins BK but BK kicks out right after two. TNT then picks up BK and he irish whips him into the ropes, he attempts a hip toss but BK flips over and lands on his feet. BK then hits TNT with the London-Plex but TNT once again kicks out. BK gets to his feet and he hypes up the crowd, as TNT staggers to his feet with the help of the ropes BK stalks him from behind. BK spins TNT around and he goes for The Revolver but TNT holds onto the top rope and BK's head hits the mat hard.
BK holds his head in pain on the mat TNT quickly hits a Oklahoma Roll and he gets his feet on the ropes. The referee counts 1-2- and as he is about to hit three he sees TNT's foot on the ropes. The referee pulls off TNT's feet and they both get in an argument. As they are arguing BK slowly recovers and he gets up to his feet, he then grabs TNT's neck from behind and lets him taste the Cheesecake. As TNT crashes to the ground so does BK due to his hurt neck. The referee then starts to count for the double count out. As the referee reaches seven BK and TNT reaches to their feet, BK grabs TNT for an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex but TNT blocks it with his leg. TNT, then headbutts BK and then he sets up BK for the Last Ride. As he rises BK high in the air BK jumps of his shoulder and he hits him with the Suplex Galore. BK then goes up to the top rope and he attempts The Pegasus Dive but TNT just moves out of the way. BK holds his head and the back of his neck as he tweaked it again in that move. TNT slowly makes it up to his feet and he bounces off the ropes. He then takes out BK with a Rolling Thunder. TNT covers BK but BK once again shows his resilience and kicks out. TNT is starting to get frustrated and he goes to the outside of the ring. He takes the Entertainment Championship from the timekeeper and he makes his way to the ring. He gets in the ring and waits for you to get up but the ref takes the belt from him.
The ref goes to the outside of the ring tries to revive the timekeeper and TNT sets up BK for the Gory Bomb. As he sets up BK on his back BK rolls up TNT with Sunset Flip and he stacks up. The crowd chants one, two , three but no referee is in sight. The referee sees this in the ring and he slides in the ring and he starts the count but TNT kicks out at 2.6. The crowd boos the referee and they start to get unruly. TNT gets up and he attempts a Suplex on BK but BK floats over him and attempts to push him into the corner but TNT runs up the ropes and hits BK with a Moonsault. TNT hooks BK's leg for the pin but BK kicks out. TNT is now pissed and he picks up the motionless BK and he sets him up on the top rope. TNT then grabs BK's head and he is about to go for the Top Rope DDT but BK punches his way out of it. BK then stands up on the top rope and he takes out TNT with a Missile Dropkick. Both of the superstars are out in the ring once again and the referee starts to counts all the way to nine and BK gets to his feet. BK and TNT slowly exchange blows having most of the energy taken out of them. BK gets the upper hand but TNT blocks one of his blows and he hits the RKO. BK is out like a light and TNT hooks the leg for the pin but somehow the referee kicks out at two. TNT becomes really infuriated and he stalks BK from behind. As BK slowly makes his way to his feet TNT attempts to take him out with another RKO but BK counters it into a Rear Naked Choke Drop. The crowd goes wild and BK London slowly makes his way up to the top rope. He is gonna go for the "From Brooklyn to London" but TNT pushes the ref into the ropes making BK fall on to the turnbuckle and hurt his groin. BK London slowly staggers to his feet and TNT rolls him up with a school boy and grabs the tights for the 1-2-3.
Philip: And the winner of this match, and NEW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION, T-N-T!
TNT releases the pin and he gets on his knees. The referee hands him the belt and he becomes overly excited and the crowd boos at this title change. TNT gets up and he rolls out the ring and starts kissing the belt. He raises it up in triumph only for the crowd to boo him out of the arena. BK gets up and he looks at TNT exhausted from the second rope but TNT only laughs at BK from afar. BK walks out the arena depressed that he lost both of his titles in only one week.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 2, 2004 16:07:59 GMT -5
Match 6: Rose vs Yoko
After the events of Warfare, the whole arena is very keen to see how the young Japanese prodigy will handle the considerable challenge handed down to her by Alexandra Kaesar. Opinion differs widely among the fans as to who is likely to come out victorious, but one thing that everyone is agreed on is that the contest is likely to be intense and hard fought on both sides.
Philip: The next match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ACW Lightweight title! Introducing first, from St. Petersburg, Russia……the White Rose!
”Scars of time” hits, and there is a wave of boos as Rose comes to the ring; wherever she makes eye contact with a jeering fan, however, the fan is instantly silenced by her icy gaze. Druids 13 and 22 follow at a respectful distance, and they take up a waiting position at the side of the ring as Rose enters. Philip gives Rose plenty of space, but she strides up to him and snatches the microphone from his hand before turning back to face the entrance.
Rose: Yoko Satoshi, my pale shadow, on Warfare I set you a challenge, the greatest of your short career. Do you still believe that you can win this match? Or is your plan just to survive it? Either way, if you are prepared to face me, then come forth. My patience is most limited……
Rose waits along with the rest of the audience. Several moments pass, and Rose is just about to speak again when…<br> ….”Flower of Carnage” echoes around the arena, and Yoko is borne out on to the ramp by Orochi, as she entered the arena during Warfare. Philip has acquired a new mic and makes the necessary introduction.
Philip: And her opponent, from Okinawa Japan…….the ACW lightweight champion, Yoko Satoshi!
Yoko too gets a large number of boos as she is carried to the ring; Orochi places her carefully on the apron and hands her the title belt before standing to one side, arms folded and with his eyes locked on druids 13 and 22, who are just as keen to keep an eye on him. Yoko steps through the ropes, and calmly faces her much taller opponent. She holds the belt close to her body with one hand, and a mic in the other.
Yoko: Rose, you can try to belittle me all that you want. I fear no one, and I shall defeat you as I have defeated every other person that has stood in my way. I am here to win and defend my title, and that is all that matters to me.
Rose (looking disdainfully at the lightweight belt): That much is pitifully obvious…..you cling to that gaudy piece of metal as if your soul were contained within it. I long ago gave up all interest in such things…..I have no interest in taking that strap from you, but if you wish to make this a title match so be it. No, this match is far more important than that…….it is about your understanding that you can never come close to matching my talent and skill. So give your little trophy to the referee and bid it farewell, and let us begin.
Yoko doesn’t grace this with a response; instead she makes to hand the belt over……before suddenly leaping forward and smashing it into Rose’s face. The belt skitters away and the referee quickly throws it out to an assistant, waving for the official start as the two women clash without restraint.
Bell Rings.
At first glance, Rose has a very considerable advantage over the petite Yoko, and she uses her height to attack Yoko’s head and shoulders. Yoko however is fired by her own iron will, and although she takes a few blows she successfully blocks a larger percentage of them. Ducking slightly, she causes Rose to miss with a particularly forceful blow, and then batters Rose about the body with both fists and feet. Rose is taken by surprise by the strength of her opponent, and Yoko whips Rose to the ropes, planting a dropkick on Rose’s chest upon her return. Rose is knocked down for the first time in the match, and with her opponent now at a more manageable height Yoko makes an attempt to use her flying guillotine as Rose is regaining her feet. Rose though is far too savvy to be caught out in this manner, and she nimbly rolls aside so that Yoko hits the mat. Rose moves in straight away before Yoko can formulate a strategy, and locks in a Full Nelson hold. Yoko struggles hard to try and escape, but Rose’s grip is vice – like and she only releases Yoko after a minute or so, into a Full Nelson Slam. Rose makes a pin; Yoko kicks energetically before the 2 count, and Rose gives a little nod, almost as if she is pleased with the match thus far. The two women separate and glare at one another for a second or two, then Yoko shows that she’s ready for more by rushing to the ropes and springing back, going for her jumping clothesline. Rose drops and rolls underneath; Yoko keeps moving, hits the opposite ropes and comes back for another go. This time Rose catches Yoko in mid air and lifts her by her top; in response Yoko flips up her legs around Rose’s head, giving her an ear – clap with her calves and disorientating Rose so that her hold is loosened. In one extremely fast movement Yoko locks her legs around Rose’s neck and falls backward for a sort – of Rana, sending Rose to the mat; Yoko shifts and pins Rose, and the count gets to 2 as Rose pushes Yoko away from her.
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