Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 9, 2004 16:42:26 GMT -5
The fighting is more ferocious that ever, and after a few moments Latino is clearly coming out on top; he scores an especially powerful hit that makes Skurai drop to one knee, and Latino tries to use this as a take off for a kick to the head – Skurai drops and rolls aside just in the nick of time. Latino lands on his feet though, and Skurai can’t avoid a very fast clothesline as he’s rising to his feet – he drops, and Latino rolls him up. The ref counts to 2 and then Skurai breaks out; he twists and kicks Latino as he does so before using the roll – up himself, which gets just past 2. The men separate, but not for long – Latino is now really in the hunt for the win, and Skurai finds himself in a small package. It takes all Skurai’s skill to get out of this before 3, and his rage is building up once more – he throws caution to the wind and charges Latino, spearing him into the corner. Skurai thriws a barrage of blows at Latino before ascending the post – despite the participants both being heel, the crowd are now deeply into the match, and they roar as Skurai signals the 500 channels. Skurai pulls it off, but Latino resists all the way – Skurai pins, but he and the audience are stunned when Latino gets a shoulder up just before 3. Looking even more angry, Skurai goes to repeat the move – but when he and Latino reach the top, Latino suddenly strikes and kicks Skurai to the mat before launching himself for the Houston hangover. Latino goes for speed over accuracy, and doesn’t fully connect with Skurai – he pins, but Skurai also throws up an arm on the brink of 3. Latino curses, and immediately slaps on the Sharpshooter; he yells at Skurai to tap, but Skurai will not surrender his dreams so lightly and he explodes out of the hold, RKOs Latino and then applies the move himself. Latino flails and swears at Skurai, who just ups the pressure even more; the crowd is going mental, and Skurai is sure Latino will give……but neither he nor Latino realise that the crowd is not reacting to them, but to the powerful, vengeful figure bearing down on them at speed as he flies down the ramp. Bladeshadow is in the ring before either Skurai or Latino can react; he smashes Skurai with a kick before giving him the Lights of Orion, runs to the corner and nails Latino with the Thor’s Hammer as he tries to pick himself up. The ref waves his arms frantically to stop the match; all is confusion, and an outright brawl is underway in the ring as Philip climbs on to the apron, mic in hand.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match-
Philip doesn’t get any further, as he has to jump down from the apron to avoid being hit by a flying Skurai whom Blade has just thrown out of the ring. Skurai rolls and storms right back in, passing Latino who is sliding out with a furious look on his face. Skurai and Blade throw huge punches at one another, but they are then both taken down by Latino who is back and wielding a steel chair, and a large group of refs and security are scrambled to split up the three men brawling in the ring. Latino sees the refs coming and makes a hasty exit, scrambling through the crowd; the security are joined by EMTs who try to patch up Blade and Skurai who are still trying to get at one another despite their injuries, and the whole of the ringside area is in chaos until a severely pissed off looking Ginger comes to the stage.
Ginger: I don’t have much to say to any of you…….Skurai and Latino already know my opinion, but I honestly would have thought better of you, Blade………I know how angry you are, but you cannot just disrupt matches on a whim, however valid your point. And I thought you were on honeymoon…..or was that just a clever ruse on your part?
Blade is still burning with anger at Skurai, but he starts to calm himself a little, and he nods to Ginger in answer to his question. Ginger looks at the men in the ring, and then at the crowd.
Ginger: This match was supposed to determine who would face you at our next PPV, Blade. Since you stopped the match before a winner was found, I have no other choice – at Emperor of the Ring, you will defend your title in a triple threat match, against both Latino and Skurai!
The crowd goes bonkers at this announcement, and Skurai looks satisfied with this; Blade just continues to stare at him filled with anger, and then turns back to face Ginger, holding a mic hastily passed to him by an assistant.
Blade: Mr Chairman, at EOTR I’ll face as many people as you want. But before that we have one more show………and I want Latino, one on one, no disqualification.
The crowd roars again; Skurai just smirks.
Ginger: If that’s what you want, then fine. Consider it booked.
Skurai: Heh……you must be dumber than you look Blade, taking on Latino less than a week before EOTR. You two can soften one another up for me……….
Skurai is still talking, but the crowd’s attention is suddenly diverted to the titantron; it shows a shot of the parking lot which is still a mess from Rena and Daredevil’s match earlier. Latino walks into view and looks at his damaged lowrider.
Latino: Guess I won’t be driving this home tonight. Oh my, whatever shall I do?
Latino feigns worry, but then he smiles and looks over at something out of shot. The camera follows his gaze to reveal a reasonably nice car, which is somehow familiar to many of the audience members…..and extremely familiar to one other person in particular.
Skurai: HEY! That’s my car! Don’t you even look at it, you bastard!
On the screen, Latino walks over to the car; with consummate skill he picks the lock and proceeds to hot – wire the vehicle. Skurai is absolutely fuming, and the mics in the arena have to be quickly cut before the censors are given another reason to fine the company. Latino hops in and looks into the camera; obviously he has no knowledge of what has been going on in the arena since his departure.
Latino: I always have the last word, Skurai……..you didn’t beat me tonight, and nothing is going to stop me winning that world title……I’ll take it from Blade, just like I’m taking this from you now. See ya later….
With that, Latino slams the car door and screams off into the night. Skurai meanwhile is testing the blood vessels in his neck to destruction.
Skurai: GINGER! I WANT LATINO, ASAFP!
Ginger: You’ll have to wait for EOTR, Skurai……Blade has already asked me for a match against Latino, remember?
Blade: Yes, or has your short term memory gone on the blink again Skurai?
Skurai looks incredibly angry, but then he has a flash of inspiration
Skurai: All right, if Latino and Blade are having a match, I want to be the special guest referee!
Ginger frowns.
Skurai: Come, on you know I’ll be totally impartial…….I hate both of them with a passion.
Ginger sighs, as he already has an idea of how things will turn out.
Ginger: Oh, very well. If I don’t allow it I know you guys will just fight backstage instead.
The crowd reacts loudly to these developments, and Ginger heads backstage; in the ring, Blade and Skurai continue to stare, their eyes locked on one another……..
No Alliances…..
No Limits…..
And no prizes for second place.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match-
Philip doesn’t get any further, as he has to jump down from the apron to avoid being hit by a flying Skurai whom Blade has just thrown out of the ring. Skurai rolls and storms right back in, passing Latino who is sliding out with a furious look on his face. Skurai and Blade throw huge punches at one another, but they are then both taken down by Latino who is back and wielding a steel chair, and a large group of refs and security are scrambled to split up the three men brawling in the ring. Latino sees the refs coming and makes a hasty exit, scrambling through the crowd; the security are joined by EMTs who try to patch up Blade and Skurai who are still trying to get at one another despite their injuries, and the whole of the ringside area is in chaos until a severely pissed off looking Ginger comes to the stage.
Ginger: I don’t have much to say to any of you…….Skurai and Latino already know my opinion, but I honestly would have thought better of you, Blade………I know how angry you are, but you cannot just disrupt matches on a whim, however valid your point. And I thought you were on honeymoon…..or was that just a clever ruse on your part?
Blade is still burning with anger at Skurai, but he starts to calm himself a little, and he nods to Ginger in answer to his question. Ginger looks at the men in the ring, and then at the crowd.
Ginger: This match was supposed to determine who would face you at our next PPV, Blade. Since you stopped the match before a winner was found, I have no other choice – at Emperor of the Ring, you will defend your title in a triple threat match, against both Latino and Skurai!
The crowd goes bonkers at this announcement, and Skurai looks satisfied with this; Blade just continues to stare at him filled with anger, and then turns back to face Ginger, holding a mic hastily passed to him by an assistant.
Blade: Mr Chairman, at EOTR I’ll face as many people as you want. But before that we have one more show………and I want Latino, one on one, no disqualification.
The crowd roars again; Skurai just smirks.
Ginger: If that’s what you want, then fine. Consider it booked.
Skurai: Heh……you must be dumber than you look Blade, taking on Latino less than a week before EOTR. You two can soften one another up for me……….
Skurai is still talking, but the crowd’s attention is suddenly diverted to the titantron; it shows a shot of the parking lot which is still a mess from Rena and Daredevil’s match earlier. Latino walks into view and looks at his damaged lowrider.
Latino: Guess I won’t be driving this home tonight. Oh my, whatever shall I do?
Latino feigns worry, but then he smiles and looks over at something out of shot. The camera follows his gaze to reveal a reasonably nice car, which is somehow familiar to many of the audience members…..and extremely familiar to one other person in particular.
Skurai: HEY! That’s my car! Don’t you even look at it, you bastard!
On the screen, Latino walks over to the car; with consummate skill he picks the lock and proceeds to hot – wire the vehicle. Skurai is absolutely fuming, and the mics in the arena have to be quickly cut before the censors are given another reason to fine the company. Latino hops in and looks into the camera; obviously he has no knowledge of what has been going on in the arena since his departure.
Latino: I always have the last word, Skurai……..you didn’t beat me tonight, and nothing is going to stop me winning that world title……I’ll take it from Blade, just like I’m taking this from you now. See ya later….
With that, Latino slams the car door and screams off into the night. Skurai meanwhile is testing the blood vessels in his neck to destruction.
Skurai: GINGER! I WANT LATINO, ASAFP!
Ginger: You’ll have to wait for EOTR, Skurai……Blade has already asked me for a match against Latino, remember?
Blade: Yes, or has your short term memory gone on the blink again Skurai?
Skurai looks incredibly angry, but then he has a flash of inspiration
Skurai: All right, if Latino and Blade are having a match, I want to be the special guest referee!
Ginger frowns.
Skurai: Come, on you know I’ll be totally impartial…….I hate both of them with a passion.
Ginger sighs, as he already has an idea of how things will turn out.
Ginger: Oh, very well. If I don’t allow it I know you guys will just fight backstage instead.
The crowd reacts loudly to these developments, and Ginger heads backstage; in the ring, Blade and Skurai continue to stare, their eyes locked on one another……..
No Alliances…..
No Limits…..
And no prizes for second place.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.