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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:15:05 GMT -5
Match 6: TNT v Bob – ACW Lightweight Title Match
The noise in the arena is already ear – splitting as Philip enters the ring, and the lights go down……
Philip: This is a singles match set for one fall, and it is for the ACW Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger……..from Los Angeles, the B to the O to the B, Bob Di’Las!
”Stomp it to my Beat” hits, and lasers streak all over the place as Bob charges out, clearly massively hyped up. He dashes down the ramp, slapping hands with the multitudes, before leaping into the ring and busting a few moves to great acclaim.
Then as Bob regains his feet, the lights return to normal and “Away” hits; the atmosphere immediately shifts and the crowd is sounding seriously angry as TNT walks out, evidently amused and gratified by the effect he’s having.
Philip: And his opponent, the current ACW Lightweight Champion…..TNT!
TNT continues to flip off the fans all the way to the ring; he climbs in and drops the belt like a piece of trash. Bob looks deeply angry at TNT, and a spectacular clash is inevitable; Bob has waited 2 months for his revenge and now he charges at TNT, and the ref waves urgently for the bell.
Bell Rings.
The crowd makes its feelings on this match very clear from the word go; chants of “TNT SUCKS!” and “KICK HIS ASS, BOB!” are heard all over the cavernous arena. TNT braces and tries to absorb Bob’s impact, but he’s underestimated just how strong Bob is and he’s smashed to the mat, which gets a big pop. Bob breaks out a couple of flares, but now it’s his turn to make a mistake; TNT is back up, and he grabs Bob’s leg as it flashes by him, using Bob’s own motion against him as Bob’s leg is wrenched. Bob cries out as TNT continues to hold his limb, twisting it savagely; but Bob didn’t come all this way back from injury just to get hurt again, and with great agility he launches off his free foot and kicks TNT in the side of the head. TNT drops Bob’s foot and puts a hand to his temple, and Bob backs up; the crowd sense what’s coming, and they roar with delight as Bob hits TNT with his people run. TNT crashes to the mat and Bob pins; he gets close to a 2 before TNT shoves him away and rises, now deeply angry and even less keen on ACW than he had been previously. With hands like hammers, TNT slugs Bob, left and right; Bob takes several hits before he drops, and TNT gives a rude signal to the equally uncouth fans who are jeering him from all sides. TNT pulls Bob back to his feet; holding his foe’s head, TNT heads to the ropes, ascends to the top of the post and then delivers a top – rope DDT that makes the ring shudder as the two men hit the canvas. TNT pins smugly, but Bob throws an arm up at 2; TNT starts talking trash to Bob as the pair rise, but as he’s hitting full flow Bob raises a hand, right in front of his face. TNT is taken aback and is silenced; Bob responds with a quick burst of dancing, and as TNT laughs mockingly Bob suddenly kips up and clotheslines TNT to the floor. The crowd cheers and laughs, and they taunt TNT even more loudly.
Bob has the sense to put a little distance between him and his foe; TNT rises slowly, and his eyes are almost glowing with rage at Bob’s lack of respect. TNT does not rush forward this time; instead he stalks Bob, almost robot – like, and forces him back to the ropes. Once there TNT lets rip with a string of huge blows; so great is his anger that Bob’s best shots just bounce off as if they were nothing, and he grasps Bob and suplexes him with such force that he’s thrown almost the whole way across the ring. Bob hits his head and is a bit dizzy; TNT moves in behind him, locks his arms around Bob’s waist and hits a german suplex. TNT holds on and stands; he hits a second, and then a third, by which time Bob is getting severely pummeled. An unprecedented 4th german suplex precedes TNT’s cover, and Bob gets his shoulder up a 2.5 on a mix of instinct and adrenaline. Still hurling insults at his opponent, TNT positions himself and waits for Bob to stand before he goes for the RKO; but the fans are still cheering and chanting for Bob and he just manages to nip aside as TNT makes a grab for him. TNT turns and comes back, and Bob is ready; he drops and spins on his hand, using his legs to chop TNT’s feet from under him as he runs in. TNT lands awkwardly, and Bob transitions effortlessly into his head spin; he rotates 3 full times before dropping both legs on TNT’s neck and chest. The crowd goes mental, and Bob pins, 1-2-thr – DAMMIT! TNT bucks, and the sigh of the crowd can be heard across town. But Bob isn’t stopping; he raises both arms and signals for “The Party’s Over” (Reverse Hurracanrana). Bob jumps and gets his legs into position, but TNT doesn’t let him finish; he grabs Bob’s legs and drops to the mat, driving Bob’s head right into the canvas. With Bob’s legs still hooked over his shoulders, TNT presses Bob’s shoulders to the mat and gets the 3 count to the audience’s loud frustration.
Philip: Here is your winner…….and still ACW Lightweight Champion, TNT!
The crowd boos profusely as TNT is once again victorious. He grabs a mic from Philip.
TNT: One down……now, Jakie or Jake Cheng.... WHAT EVER THE HELL YOUR NAME IS, you said I am going to get what I deserve. Well come down here and BRING IT!!!!
Numb/Encore hits by Linkin Park/Jay-Z as Jake hightails it down to the ring, kendo stick in hand. Jake slides into the ring to meet face to face with TNT.
Jake: GET OUT OF MY WAY TNT!!
Cheng pushes TNT out of the way and walks up to Bob; he proceeds to beat Bob with the Kendo stick. TNT and the crowd don’t know what to make of it, and the crowd is furious. Jake continues to beat Bob until the Kendo sticks breaks. Jake then walks toward the ropes, but stops as if he’s forgotten something.
Jake Cheng: Oh yeah, congrats on another win, TNT.
TNT: Uhhh, thanks-
TNT doesn’t get any further; the crowd roars as Bob kips up, absolutely livid, and attacks both men with a power he’s not shown before. TNT and Jake fight back and an almighty three way brawl breaks out; security is scrambled and it takes about a dozen men to separate the three. They are each led away, all still glaring at one another, and the crowd is left to wonder how this situation will develop in the weeks to come.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:17:47 GMT -5
Segment: Press 1 for vengeance (Credit: Angelo)
The scene opens up to show Gingerdude’s office. Ginger is speaking to someone on his cell phone.
Ginger: Hello?
Mystery person: Hello Mr Chairman, I bet you know who this is.
Ginger: I believe so…… ok, what do you want?
Mystery person: I think you know what I want. Revenge.
Ginger: Oh I see. So let me guess… you're on the phone with me to get a match? Correct?
Mystery person: Yes. that is correct.
Ginger: Well……since I’m in the process of preparing the card anyway…..all right, you got it. Monday.
Mystery man: well I don’t want it to be just any match, I want a cage match
Ginger: Slow down there my friend, listen if you want this match we will go by MY rules.
Mystery man: Fine, no stipulations, but............
Ginger: I never said anything about stipulations….in fact I think I’ll add one to mke things more interesting. For the gold, how bout that?
Mystery man: Hahaha. I'm liking that. Thankyou for your time Mr. Chairman.
Ginger hangs up the phone and the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:18:18 GMT -5
In the arena, the crowd is cheering for a title match on Monday. Suddenly, the lights flicker off for about 5 seconds, then turn back on showing Green, White and Red on the stage, ramp, and ring.
”FBI” hits as Angelo comes out with a mic in hand; most of crowd boos him while some cheer for him.
Angelo (while walking down ramp): why HELLLO there!
Angelo slides into the ring and walks around.
Angelo: So I heard there’s a title match on Monday……..
Crowd cheers.
Angelo: But what title is it for? And who's the challenger?
The crowd chatters a bit, and Angelo holds up a hand to silence them.
Angelo: Well that’s why I came out here. Because I know the answer to those two questions. But first, Latino I got something to say. You didn’t listen to me, you didn’t follow my instructions, and worst of all Atomic is ok with it. I just can’t stand for that.
A slight pause.
Angelo: That’s why I had a little chat with Ginger.....And on Monday night it's gonna be Latino Heat vs Angelo Giovanni for the International Title! Hahahahaha….. see ya there, "oh great one".
”FBI” hits again and Angelo leaves the ring, flicking off the crowd as he’s going up the ramp.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:20:36 GMT -5
Match 7: Macho Man RDK vs Surion
The crowd is up for it, much as they always are whenever the Macho Man’s in town; and an extra dimension is added by the welcome return of his reformed pupil…….
Philip: This is a singles match, set for one fall…….Introducing first, from parts unknown……..Surion!
”Fuel” by Metallica hits, and Surion is greeted warmly by the crowd as he steps out into the halo of the spotlights. He smiles and waves as he comes to the ring, but his attention is on the match ahead, and he stretches to warm up as he waits for his opponent.
Then “Macho Man” hits and the place erupts into a storm of cheers as RDK walks out to meet his adoring legions of Machomanics.
Philip: And his opponent, from Yellowknife, Canada……..the Macho Man, R-D-K!!
The fans scream and shout to try and get RDK’s attention as he heads to the ring; RDK greets as many as he can, circling the ring before entering, and he climbs the turnbuckles to address those further back before hopping down. Surion just grins; RDK smiles and raises one macho eyebrow, and the ref satisfies himself that all is in order, gesturing to the timekeeper on the outside.
Bell Rings.
RDK and Surion aren’t shy of getting up close and personal; they move forward and grapple, eye to eye, the mental battle between them every bit as important as the physical one. RDK comes out on top; he grasps Surion and swings the pair of them into a neckbreaker before swiftly rolling his sometime – pupil up. Surion won’t be caught out though, and breaks free without that much difficulty; his response is to leap back to his feet and then lay down some kicks to RDK while he’s still partially on the mat. A stinging whack to the tendons in his calf makes RDK wince a bit, but he still manages to block a frontal attack from Surion and then strike with a telling right hook of his own. If he’s still sore from Hellbound Heart, it’s not showing on the surface, and Surion decides that he’s not going to do well if he fails to apply a little intelligence to the situation. Instead, Surion runs to the ropes and rebounds for some speed; he jumps up high and RDK ducks, and Surion magnificently arrests his forward motion with a flip so that he lands back – to – back on top of RDK, driving him to the ground. Surion rolls RDK over and gets a 2 count, but RDK’s kick shows there’s plenty of fight in the Macho Man yet. While RDK’s fans are in the majority, there is a noticeable element who are backing Surion; Surion seems lifted by this, and he coolly sidesteps a huge jumping kick from RDK before delivering a dropkick of his own. Surion pins again, gets 2…and is then rolled over promptly for RDK to take an identical count in response. The pair keep rolling, each trying to get a firm grip, and the upshot is that they tumble out of the ring entirely. The crowd cheers as they stand back up, and the match continues in its new external surroundings.
Some more punches and kicks are traded as the two men move around the ring; RDK whips Surion to the steps, and Surion just manages to stop himself to avoid a painful collision. Surion rushes back; RDK defends by whipping him again, but this time Surion reverses and it’s RDK who goes hurtling headlong toward the safety barrier. RDK thumps into it and almost topples over; he reaches out to steady himself, and finds he’s holding the shoulder of an extremely surprised lady sitting in the front row. Their eyes meet, and RDK gives a thoroughly macho smile before standing back up. Surion’s seen that his foe is distracted; the lady’s eyes widen as Surion charges, but RDK coolly maintains eye contact with her and kicks backward with superb timing to stop Surion in his tracks. Always the gentleman, RDK kisses the lady’s hand before turning back to Surion, who is staggering from the effects of the blow. The ref’s count is at seven, and RDK throws Surion into the ring. But he doesn’t follow directly; instead he climbs up the ring post to the top, and the fans get noisy as they see him prepare for his legendary moonsault. With a quick wave, RDK takes flight; but he’s trained Surion well, and perhaps too well. Surion’s on his feet to meet him; he catches RDK, jumping upward, and spins him skillfully so that the landing is something like a powerbomb. Surion holds RDK’s shoulders in place one……two…….no! RDK kicks out, and chants of “RDK! RDK!” fill the arena. Surion stands and takes it to RDK once again; for about a minute there’s nothing to split them, but RDK is tiring less and finally he gets the opportunity he needs. A slightly imprecise kick from Surion misses its mark, and RDK is millimeter perfect as he sets up and delivers the Jabroni Buster. The move flows naturally into a pin, and Surion’s breakout is just that tiny bit too slow to stop RDK from getting the 1-2-3 count.
Philip: Here is your winner…..Macho Man RDK!
RDK and Surion thank one another for a great match; though brief, it’s shown that both men are in superb form and look likely to get even stronger. RDK may have just relinquished a title, but is his intention to trade up? Speculation is already rife amongst the fans, and it will only get stronger as the pair head back to the locker rooms together to debrief and chill out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:22:38 GMT -5
Segment: Open Challenge (Credit: Hunter)
The camera fades in on a gold object, but know one can clearly make out what it is. The camera zooms out, and the fans recognize one of the prestigious Tag Team Titles glistening around Hunter's waist. Beside him stands Cage, holding his Tag Team Title on his shoulder. Hunter smiles while the audience boos.
Hunter: Hellbound Heart. We told you it would be revolutionary. You can't beat us in our own match. Bladeshadow, V3, Jonny G, and Gooey Garth all learned that the hard way. But, alas, we beat them so hard, that we now don't have anyone to fight with. So, we challenge any team on Monday to take us on, non-title, so that we can see if there are any worthy teams out there. If you do good, maybe sooner or later you'll get a title shot. But until then, we'll be waiting. Anyone at all.
Cage leans over and whispers something into Hunter's ear. Hunter smiles.
Hunter: Good point, I forgot about that. Also, we will take on anyone in singles competition if need be. We can beat anyone, and we proved it by being the final survivors of one of the most brutal matches ever seen by man. Train, do what you have to do, but come Monday, you better be there to take us on.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:23:50 GMT -5
Match 8: Ridley vs Yoko – “I quit” match
The night’s main event has had ACW’s fans babbling on the net message boards since it was hinted at during Hellbound Heart, and now it’s time to find out if the protagonists can live up to the insane amount of hype surrounding the encounter. It looks promising; not only are there a whole range of different weapons in and around the ring, but the addition of barbed – wire wrapped tables suggests a truly brutal contest is on the cards. Philip steps carefully around all the toys and calls the crowd to order.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the main event of the evening….this will be a no disqualification “I quit” match! No pinfalls, no submission….the one and only way to win is to so dispirit your opponent that they cry “I quit!”
The fans pop again.
Philip: So, introducing first, from Okinawa Japan……the Flower of Carnage, Yoko Satoshi!
Yoko’s titular theme hits, and the fans go nuts as she heads to the ring, with a snazzy new, pitch black croquet mallet in hand. She still looks just a fraction nervous, but this is almost certainly a wise and good thing – she’ll need every drop of adrenaline her body can produce if she’s to hold out against her troubled mentor.
Once Yoko’s reached the ring, she looks under the apron and pulls out a large plastic box. On entering the ring she waves Philip aside, puts down the mallet in one corner, and makes several people feel quite ill as she spits out a mouthful of thumbtacks on to the mat. Obviously she can’t hold more than a few dozen in her mouth at once, hence the box; a few dozen becomes a few thousand, and Yoko spreads these around with her feet for maximum coverage.
As Yoko throws the empty box to the outside, the lights dim and then fail, and the crowd is roaring with an extraordinary sound….
GONG……
GONG…..
“Monochromatic Stains” hits, and Philip has to roar like Asmodeus himself to stand any chance of being heard, even with a mic.
Philip: And her opponent, from Southeastern Birmingham, Alabama……Ridley!
Ridley comes out into the arena at a quick pace; despite all the noise he pays no attention to the fans and is clearly still struggling to keep Asmodeus under some sort of control. Nevertheless he vaults up on to the apron and performs his customary flip into the ring; the lights come back on and Ridley discards his arcane cloak (no mask this time) before walking up to Yoko. Despite him being considerably taller than her and much heavier, Yoko shows no fear to either Ridley or the demon trapped within him; instead, she sticks out her tongue, pulls out an impaled thumbtack, and casts it aside. Ridley smiles…..and then throws a massive punch; Yoko jumps back to avoid it, and the match is on.
Bell Rings.
Yoko starts as she means to go on; she moves just enough to dodge Ridley’s blow and then stuns everyone by smashing Ridley face – first into the pile of thumbtacks with the flying guillotine. Ridley kips up almost immediately, his face dotted with impaled tacks, and leers; he’s collected a big handful of tacks as he got up, and he hurls these at Yoko, who has to shield her eyes just for a moment. That’s all Ridley needs; he dashes forward and Yakuza kicks Yoko to the mat before grabbing a handy lighttube and busting it over her head. Ridley starts shouting in another bizarre language, and taking hold of a lighttube shard he tries to stab at her exposed neck. Fortunately, Yoko grasps the sharp shard (cutting her own hand a bit in the process) and disarms him before rolling the pair of them over. With Ridley still screaming and clawing, Yoko holds him down with her hands and drops her knee on to his crotch forcefully; Ridley yells with two voices in pain, and Yoko lifts herself up a bit before repeating the exercise. Finally, with Ridley now rather stunned, she stands up, holds his legs apart and does a final knee drop, wriggling her knee about for good measure before letting go and backing off. Ridley takes a moment or two longer to rise this time; the concerted attack seems to have had more effect on Asmodeus than on Ridley himself, and Ridley gives her a small nod before moving forward to attack once more. Both are now adorned with thumbtacks all over, but this doesn’t seem to bother either of them as they trade blows, each searching for an opening to do some more damage.
Yoko’s made a strong start, but Ridley has much more in store as he begins to take the upper hand. Yoko has to retreat toward the ropes, and Ridley starts to choke her against them. Yoko tries another kick to the groin, but this time Ridley just jumps vertically while maintaining the hold so that Yoko doesn’t connect. With Yoko becoming oxygen deprived, Ridley spots something on the floor and grins; the crowd cries out as he snatches up the cheese grater, holds Yoko around the neck with one arm, and applies it to her head. The kitchen implement makes light work of shredding Yoko’s forehead, and the blood streams down her face; when it gets to her neck, however, the slipperiness makes it harder for Ridley to maintain his grip, and Yoko struggles free. She knows exactly what she wants to do; the back mallet is in her hand before most people can follow her movement, and as Ridley whirls around to face her she smashes the handle into his chin, twirls the mallet in her hands and then takes a golf swing at the only balls in range. One bloke in the front passes out at the impact; Yoko smiles and tries to take another shot, but Ridley holds the mallet between his legs, grins, and headbutts Yoko before she can get far enough back. Yoko staggers, and moves close to the ropes; Ridley lines up and then dashes forward to clothesline her over the ropes. Yoko ducks and lifts, sending Ridley to the outside instead; the crowd is bellowing, and perhaps encouraged by the noise Yoko backs up a bit before making a huge dive over the ropes to try and hit Ridley. Her aim’s off, though, and she smacks head – first into the barrier; she rolls so that she’s partly obscured by the apron cover until Ridley drags her back to her feet.
Ridley climbs back on to the apron and signals for the ejaculator; the crowd yells in excitement, but as Ridley’s about to hit the move he sees Yoko purse her lips. Instinctively he covers his eyes, but there’s no mist attack, and he hears Yoko laughing at him. His response is swift; he changes his plan and instead hits Yoko with the Drop To Hell, which gets a major nostalgic pop. Yoko takes a few seconds to rise; the blood is still slowly seeping from her forehead wounds, but this clearly isn’t enough for Ridley. Smiling nastily, he reaches under the apron and pulls out another lighttube; Yoko is still dazed, and the crowd shrieks as Ridley jams the tube into her mouth and then immediately hits a stunner before she can get rid of it. The tube shatters and Yoko screams in agony; crimson flows from her mouth as she spits out shards of glass, and her eyes darken with rage as Ridley laughs…..or is it the demon taking pleasure from her suffering? Either way, Yoko has a response; Ridley is back in the ring, looking for something else vicious to play with, and the still screaming crowd just gets louder as Yoko searches under the ring and grabs hold of a length of chain. She hops back into the ring and the chain unravels until a solid metal ball appears at one end, and swings it about skillfully as Ridley backs off, wary of the damage he knows such an implement can cause. Yoko swings the chain outward, and Ridley has no trouble dodging it – but Yoko’s plan isn’t to bludgeon him; instead she flicks the chain in mid – air so that the ball swings around, wrapping the chain around Ridley’s throat before tangling up. Yoko leans back and starts to pull, cutting off Ridley’s air supply; Ridley claws at the chain attempting to break it or untangle it, but he has no success and Yoko’s eyes brighten as he starts to weaken. But something flares within Ridley, and it’s not happy; snarling, Ridley grabs the chain and drags Yoko off her feet, reeling her in until she’s in reach. Yoko goes eye to eye with the devil within for a moment before Ridley uses his black hole slam, on to the tacks and broken glass; as Yoko slowly gets up he untangles the chain and casts the whole thing aside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:26:31 GMT -5
With eyes blazing, Ridley grasps Yoko by the neck; he lifts her and stalks over to one side of the ring, and eyes up the barbed – wire table. In a single motion he hoists Yoko up and throws her at the table; there’s a cracking sound, but her light weight means that it doesn’t break. Ridley puts one hand to his head, obviously fighting to get back in control; his movements become more controlled again, but as he straightens up it’s obviously too good an opportunity to miss. With the fans beside themselves, Ridley takes a run up and springs from the top rope into a plancha; he seems to hang in the air for a moment or two before he crashes down, obliterating the table. The camera rushes around to get a clear shot; nothing moves in the wreckage for a few moments, and then together the adversaries pick themselves up and face one another again. Both are now bleeding from a multitude of small wounds as well as a few notable larger ones, and Ridley raises an eyebrow at Yoko, asking her without words if she’s had enough. Yoko looks back at him and beckons; Ridley walks a few paces forward, and Yoko suddenly blows a mist at him. Ridley shields his eyes again, but it’s another trick – it’s just water, Trips – style, and this time Yoko follows through with another flying guillotine. Ridley recovers quickly, and Yoko’s back in the ring waiting for him; Ridley brings a long strand of barbed wire and drops it on the floor in one corner before closing down the gap to his foe.
Ridley attempts to grab Yoko, but she slips aside and kicks him in the back of the leg at the knee joint. Ridley swings around and kicks out, but Yoko avoids it by millimeters and goes for the other leg. This time she manages to unbalance Ridley, who ends up on his knees; with the crowd going mental, Yoko goes for her Pop from Okinawa. But Ridley’s far too familiar with this move to be caught out by it; he grabs Yoko’s leg, stopping the move, and then compounds this exponentially by snatching up Yoko’s own mallet and smashing it repeatedly into her leg. Yoko wails in pain, but worse is to come; unable to stand quickly, Yoko can’t get away before Ridley has wrapped his arms in the barbed wire he retrieved earlier, and he applies the straightjacket. Always a terrible move, the wire makes it ten times worse; Yoko can’t stop a bloody tear running down her face…..but she bites her lip and stays silent, determined not to give in. The fans are amazed and her physical and mental fortitude, and the camera shows that for the first time, even Ridley himself has an expression that suggests he’s just a bit impressed. After 2 and a half minutes Ridley releases the hold, to see what state Yoko’s in; he gets his answer without delay as Yoko rolls on landing, grabs her mallet, and hits Ridley so hard that she breaks it at the handle. Ridley staggers, and Yoko pulls out a little bottle from her clothes to “fuel up” before she hits him with another mist…..but this time Ridley doesn’t even block the fake attack, and he smiles and nails Yoko with his T Bone Suplex to prove he’s not going to fall for that one any more. Yoko is very dazed as she tries to stand, and so she can’t protect herself as Ridley picks her up and drops her on to the apron before leaping over himself. The move comes swiftly; Ridley runs along the apron and uses the ropes to launch into the ejaculator, taking Yoko down to the outside again. The fans are making a huge amount of noise, astounded by the intense action, and they’re even more amazed when Yoko is the first to rise. She looks at Ridley, who is also finding his feet, and thinks better of engaging him on the outside; instead she returns to the ring, and once again Ridley follows her.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:27:44 GMT -5
Yoko takes the little bottle from her clothes again as Ridley jumps over the ropes; Ridley looks a bit disappointed as he charges; he thought he had taught Yoko better…….and so he has, because this mist is bright red and very real indeed. Ridley bellows at its burn, and Yoko doesn’t waste a second; she uses her flying guillotine to further stun Ridley, and then with a little difficulty she shifts him back to the corner, sitting him up on the turnbuckle. Without pausing, Yoko hurries to one of the connecting corners; she climbs up and stands, and takes a deep breath, pushing her bloodstained hair out of her eyes. Then, with supreme balance, she runs across the rope, leaps…..and nails her signature move to bring both of them down to earth on to the ruins of the table destroyed earlier. The crowd becomes much quieter, nothing moves for many moments……it’s over.
Or is it?
Somehow, beyond the comprehension of almost everyone watching, Yoko and Ridley struggle to their feet. Both are exhausted and badly wounded, but not a word passes their lips. Then they move closer, and start to trade blows; slowly at first, then faster, and now they’re on the move, heading up the ramp toward the stage. They reach the top, and things come to a head; Yoko hits Ridley with all the power she has left, but nothing will tame the rage inside and out, and Ridley is just as unable to force those two little words from his protégé’s mouth. Finally, they teeter on the very edge; Ridley looks down and sees a stack of folded tables on a trolley. Yoko follows his glace, just a fraction too slowly; with the crowd’s yells assaulting his eardrums, Ridley picks Yoko up and delivers an unbelievable Darkness Buster off of the stage. The CRASH is thunderous; the camera is almost afraid to look this time. But when it does, Ridley is lying very close to Yoko; a referee is leaning over them with a mic, waiting for the inevitable, and Ridley snatches it from him before lifting Yoko’s head up and thrusting it under her nose.
Ridley: Well?
The arena is silent; Yoko has trouble focusing on Ridley, and she coughs up blood before answering…..
Yoko: …………………….No.
That one word is enough to trigger a storm of noise that floods the arena. Ridley looks at Yoko, then throws down the mic; he stands up and heads over to the side of the ramp itself, and looks under it. Yoko is just getting to her feet when she hears a new sound…..it’s very familiar, but she’s never heard it quite so close before. The crowd of course recognize it instantly, and go barmy as Ridley turns and holds the howling weedwacker up, letting Yoko get a good look at its lethal rotating blade. He takes a step closer; Yoko doesn’t move. Another step, a threatening swing; Yoko shakes her head. Their eyes are locked together; no one can tell what passes between them, and then with a roar Ridley swings the whacker down, and the audience screams louder than anyone would think possible…..
The exact moment of impact has to be cut from later screenings of the show; the plume of blood that shoots up from Yoko’s chest and abdomen is several feet in height, and she slumps back on to the broken tables. Ridley seems to be in some kind of distress; perhaps he hadn’t fully intended to hit Yoko so hard or so deeply. But Asmodeus revels in the carnage, and now his voice screeches across the arena……
Asmodeus: YES! YES! DESTROY, CRUSH, FINISH HER!!!
Ridley holds the weedwhacker up; Yoko’s too out of it to get out of the way. But the second blow doesn’t come; Ridley swings the weedwhacker about, as if different hands want to do different things, and then abruptly he stops, looks at Yoko, and throws the whacker to one side. Calmly, he reaches down and picks up the discarded microphone.
Ridley:……..I quit.
And with that he’s gone, walking away up the ramp; he disappears through the curtains before anyone has a clue what’s going on, and the EMTs rush in to attend to Yoko as the audience try to make sense of it all. Then without warning the titantron blazes into life, and a roving camera picks up the scene in the corridors……….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:29:19 GMT -5
Closing Segment: Revenge…….and Sacrifice (Credit: Ridley)
Ridley stalks down the hallway towards the Demon Pit, his eyes wavering between determination and lunacy at every step.
Ridley: I knew it wouldn't be safe keeping you around, Asmodeus....looks like it's time to rectify that error.
Asmodeus: Where are we going, mortal?
Ridley: WE are going to go spend some quality time, that's where we're going. At least, until I can figure out how to absorb you into my stream of consciousness.
Asmodeus: WHAT? YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!
Ridley: Oh, but I can. In fact, I'm heading to do so right now.
And sure enough, he steps into a previously-unseen back room of the Demon Pit. It's dark, and bare except for a single piece of furniture: a massive stone sarcophagus, which is standing open and upright against the wall with a series of tubes leading out of it to the wall.
Asmodeus: I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF, FOOL!
Ridley: No....no, I don't believe you will. Especially not once we're in here.
He hits a switch, steps into the sarcophagus facing the camera, and crosses his arms as it begins to close around him. A trickle of water rains from the top of the sarcophagus down onto him, followed by more and more until it starts to rapidly fill with water.
Asmodeus: GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
Ridley: See, it can only be opened from the outside. So trust me, Asmodeus, if you kill me, you're not getting out of here. And if you DON'T, you're STILL not getting out of here.
Asmodeus: I HATE YOU!!!
Ridley's up to his chest in the water by now.
Ridley: Isn't it ironic....I finally get my revenge, and yet it's some kind of "sacrifice".....my sister would be proud.
He spits at the thought, now throat deep in the water.
Asmodeus: GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
Ridley: Positively Miltonian, eh, Asmodeus? ABASHED THE DEVIL STOOD.....and felt how awful goodness is!
The doors slam shut.
Nothing is heard in the room. Silence reigns.
The camera backs away, out of the unlit chamber, and the door closes by itself.
How long will it be until it is opened again?
Days?
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
…….or is this to be the Lord of Hardcore’s final resting place?
Only the silent march of time will tell.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
……Well, almost………..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2004 16:31:02 GMT -5
ACW Thanksgiving (Credit: Latino/Bk London)
It’s some time after the show itself has finished; the fans have dispersed, and normally all would be quiet in the ACW building. But not tonight…..
The entire ACW Roster is gathered at a huge table for a thanksgiving dinner. All feuds are put aside and they gather to be thankful for everything that has been brought upon them. Suddenly AK comes through the door with a big, juicy, delicious looking turkey (judging by the size of it it’s probably been on a low heat since Hellbound Heart) and she sets it in the middle of the table. AK goes to her seat next to Latino and Kross stands up to say grace.
Kross: Oh Holy Father above us, we are all here together as one to be thankful for all that you have gave us. We are thankful to be together on this glorious evening in the fed that we helped build, we are thankful for....
As Kross continues on with his speech Latino looks from left to right noticing everyone has his or her eyes closed. He quickly reaches towards the turkey with a smile on his face snatching off a piece. But before he can taste its deliciousness a loud voice is heard from the other side of the table, catching Latino red-handed.
Angelo: Hey! Latino's trying to sneak an early piece of turkey!
Everyone ceases the praying and they look at Latino, Latino looks around with the Turkey Leg in hand and he drops it. AK pulls him back into his seat and smacks him in the back of the head.
AK: Cease and desist, mister! What would your mother say if she saw that?
From across the table Angelo smiles, Latino looks at Angelo and he mumbles a few words. Kross continues with the praying and everyone resume with him; but after a few moments Latino opens one eye. Silently, Latino sneaks a whipped cream pie off the table and he chucks it in the face of Angelo. Angelo gets up enraged and he picks up the peach cobbler and he chucks it at Latino but Latino moves out of the way and it hits Jake Cheng. Jake looks up and he picks up the cornbread and yells.....
Jake: FOOOD FIGGHTT !!!
Immediately a pie is thrown across the room just barely missing Kross who is still standing up. For a brief second everyone is silent and everything is still but then another pie is thrown hitting Latino right in the face, causing everyone to laugh loud, even AK sitting beside him. Latino glances in her direction, smiles back, and then grabs a handful of mash potatoes pushing it into the face of AK. This is the cue for everyone else to get stuck in; everyone immediately grabs a handful of food and throws it at whoever happens to be in range. A rain of corn comes down on everyone as a salad with some dressing is flung at Rena; her match earlier has honed her aim though and she pitches masterfully, sending the remaining mash at Bob. Bladeshadow tries to grab some fried chicken but London dumps a big bowl of banana pudding all over his head. Suddenly, from behind cranberry juice is poured down the back of BK as he turns around to see Jake is the culprit. BK grabs some a turkey leg smacking Jake across the face with it causing a gale of laughter from everyone who sees him.
BK: I'm Rick James, Bitch !!!
Everyone laughs even harder, just then Fallen Souls tosses a yam into the face of BK. As everyone tries to work out why they’re having yam if no one actually likes the stuff, Angelo then sneaks up behind Fallen Souls and pours gravy on his head. Angelo laughs but then Macho Man thrusts Angelo head first into the Cheesecake. Macho Man turns around and Kross tosses a bowl of Puerto Rican Rice at Macho but Macho ducks and it hits Yoko. Yoko turns around and Kross looks nervous for a second, Yoko picks up the bowl of spaghetti and meat balls and Kross runs for his life and Yoko is right after him. As they belt out of the door, Surion takes a breast of the turkey and he jams it into Predator's mouth. Bob gets up and he is about to toss the entire Pumpkin Cake at 004 but TNT throws Bob onto the table and he slides him through the food. The food fight continues for a while and it ends with everyone laughing and sitting down to eat what's left of the dinner.
Ginger: Hey, Where's Kross?
Rena: And Yoko?
The scene cuts to Kross running up to the roof with Yoko following him. Kross runs to the edge off the roof where Yoko still has the bowl of spaghetti in her hand.
Kross: Oh Chill Out Yoko, it was a joke……..
Yoko: Oh don't worry Kross, I'm just gonna have some fun tonight.
Yoko runs towards Kross tackling him onto the ground and suddenly everyone comes up to the roof seeing Kross nearly take a dive off the roof.
Latino: Hey chiquita don't go nuts! It was just a little fun!
Yoko: Oh, I am going to have my fun.
Yoko grabs Kross' head and slams his face into the bowl full of spaghetti and meatballs. Kross extracts himself and glares….but then just shrugs.
Kross: Oh, stuff it. Happy Thanksgiving, Yoko.
Yoko: And the same to you, Kross.
All: Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
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Post by Dalton on Nov 25, 2004 16:35:25 GMT -5
great show
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Post by BK London on Nov 25, 2004 16:36:50 GMT -5
Great Show AK. Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.
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Post by Latino on Nov 25, 2004 16:37:29 GMT -5
Great Show Ak as usual. I loved how it started and that Ridley/Yoko match was just great as well. Also we got a new champion in one night and a debut of a new superstar with manager too. Of course they can't compare the the Latino One and the Atomic One.
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Post by Fallen Souls on Nov 25, 2004 16:38:24 GMT -5
that was great.. ;D happy thanksgivings to all ..its thanksgiving for
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Post by tntoholic on Nov 25, 2004 17:09:19 GMT -5
Happy Thanksgiving everyone, great show
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