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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:34:03 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 9th December 2004
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Jake Cheng vs. Oliver Black
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Predator vs. Davey Marvel
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Angelo vs. Wyvern
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RDK vs. BladeShadow
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BK London vs. Torak vs. Jack Fury
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Fallen Souls vs. Bob - Non-Title
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Latino vs. Hunter – ACW International Title Match
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White Rose vs. Surion – ACW World Title Match
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:34:36 GMT -5
Meltdown commences with the standard ptros, loud music and hyped up fans; the camera zooms around the packed arena before the show proper begins with a backstage scene. Charlotte King is waiting outside Chairman Gingerdude’s office; as she waits suddenly to door bursts open and Ginger comes out very quickly, almost knocking Charlotte to the floor.
Ginger: Ooof! Charlotte, do you have to linger so close to my office door? I’ve got all kinds of crap to try and sort out, so I’ll only answer one question.
Charlotte: That’s all I need, sir. Are you any closer to deciding the main event for Winter Discontent?
Ginger smiles.
Ginger: You, and everyone else, will know before this show is over whom the champion will defend their title against, and that’s a promise.
There’s a surge of noise from the crowd; at this point an assistant hurries up to Ginger and Charlotte.
Ginger: Well?
Assistant: He’s not here yet sir, we’ve looked everywhere….no one has seen Wyvern since Monday.
Ginger: He knows the terms of his contract….if he’s not here in time for his match, he’s history.
Ginger strides away down the corridor, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:36:49 GMT -5
Segment: Total Dedication (Credit: Oliver Black)
The camera fades in with Oliver sitting in his locker room and as the camera gets focused he is unwrapping himself of the bandages he had on for most of the week. He gingerly takes them off as somebody begins knocking at the door. He stands up and stretches really quickly and walks to the door and takes a deep breath and opens the door to Kevin Anderson and his crew. The sudden rush of people is a little overwhelming and Oliver steps back and looks toward Kevin as Kevin starts asking questions.
Kevin: We have ACW newcomer Oliver "The End" Black here…. Oliver, I was just wondering what your thoughts are on going one on one against another upper midcarder in your first two matches of your ACW career.
Oliver looks down and folds his arms before raising his head and looking up at the camera again with a new kind of fire in his eyes not yet seen by fans and enemies.
Oliver: The ACW was right, I couldn't beat Hunter. The people spoke and they were correct, however I did something more to them than what they could have expected. I put on a show that not only defined The End but wrestled a match that people will not soon forget. I proved that I could compete with some of ACW's biggest talents in my debut match... I will not back down from a challenge because my opponent is a higher rank than I am, I will not bow down to the veteran ACW performer and I WILL NOT STOP! until I have achieved victory. Will I win or will I again be screwed out of a victory? Only time will tell. Now as for Jake Cheng, he has a decently impressive score here in the ACW and I will not take him lightly as he is on a level with that of my last opponent. However should things go awry again and someone decides to take it upon himself to stop me than he had better think again. Not only will I be ready for a back attack from someone afraid to go one on one with "The End", but Primera is right by my side and she albeit smaller than your common wrestler can stand up to nearly any foe. I just hope that Jake Cheng watched my match against Hunter and is ready for the onslaught that I am about to bring to him.
Kevin Anderson looks slightly shaken at the resolve shown in the young superstar's speech and stutters a little upon asking the next question.
Kevin: Now also on your plate is the challenge brought about by top lower midcard Predator. You, Davey Marvel and Wyvern have been taking a lot of heat from the more established ACW superstars. The three of you are making a large impact on the ACW. What do you foresee in the near future for this up and coming "New Breed" as Davey Marvel puts it?
Oliver, who seems to have settled down a little seems a little more collected and begins to smile and address the camera...
Oliver: New Breed eh, has a nice ring to it. I think the rest of the ACW has something to look to in the future. I've been noticing a trend recently. The big names in the ACW seem to be attack the three of us... us being Davey Marvel, Wyvern and myself. The methods of attacks seem almost as if the top dogs are scared. We've caught them in an interesting spot. Those that call themselves champion are forced to strike as a pack against the smaller newer force because you know what, they are scared. Scared that they are going to lose their thunder to a wave of new talent that started as nothing more than a ripple. It's a chain of effect, a ripple turns into a wave, a wave turns into a title wave and soon an entire nation will be swept away with our so called "New Breed". Remember those of you that call yourselves superior to the "New Breed" that all is Black.... before The End.
With that Oliver storms off to prepare for his next match against Jake Cheng. Something seems different about him. As if he's driving off a surge of energy, he looks ready for action and the crowd will definitely be getting their money’s worth tonight in his match. Camera fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:39:17 GMT -5
Match 1: Jake Cheng vs. Oliver Black
The cheers of the crowd herald Philip’s arrival in the ring; he smiles and walks around, surveying the crowd as he speaks.
Philip: This first match tonight is set for one fall……introducing first, from Dover NH, Jake Cheng!
The crowd get in their first boos of the night as Jake enters to “Numb/Encore”; he returns their cat calls with some less than polite gestures of his own. As Jake gets into the ring, he grabs the mic from Philip.
Jake Cheng: Oliver before you come out here, I would like to say a couple of things. One you are very lucky. I mean you have been here for about a week and you already get to face me. But in that way, you are not lucky because I am sorry to say that I must beat you tonight. And once I do, Bob you better watch your back because I am gonna hunt you down and take your precious little title.
Jake paces around and drops the mic; Philip shoots him an acid glance before continuing.
Philip: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington, being accompanied by his sister Primera…..Oliver “The End” Black!
”Calm like a Bomb” hits, and Oliver gets a fine welcome from the crowd in response to his gutsy statement a short time ago. Many fans press against the barriers, trying to get close, and he seems to be encouraged by this. Primera remains on the outside as they reach the ring; Oliver climbs in, and fearlessly faces down Jake. Philip makes his exit, and everything is ready for the first match of the evening.
Bell Rings.
Jake gives Oliver a bit of a verbal lashing; Primera fumes on the outside and Jake laughs, only to be abruptly knocked to the mat by a well placed clothesline from Oliver. Jake jumps up to see Oliver running back for a second strike; this time Jake drops and holds a leg out to trip Oliver to the mat. Jake immediately goes for an ankle lock; there’s no way Oliver will even consider tapping at this early stage in the game, but Jake’s intent is to do damage to Oliver that will handicap him through the rest of the contest. Oliver does not panic; he twists and kicks with his free foot, and by pure luck manages a low blow on Jake without intending as such. Jake lets go of Oliver in surprise at the sudden pain, and Oliver builds up some velocity with the aid of the ropes before going for one of his favoured running body splashes. Neither man is particularly large or hefty, but Oliver makes what he has count and Jake ends up pressed to the mat. As the pair fall Oliver hooks Jake’s leg in the air and manages to roll him up directly on landing; the count begins immediately, and Oliver gets a 2 as his reward, along with considerable applause from the crowd. With Primera urging him on, Oliver takes the fight to the Chinese Phenom; his fists blur as he batters Jake and again knocks him over before pinning, but now Jake is getting seriously pissed off, and it energises his attacks. Jake busts out before 2, and now Oliver’s defensive capabilities are tested to the full; Jake pounds away until he gets in a sneaky shot, and goes for the Dragon’s breath (springboard crossbody into a pin). Jake gets a count of just past 2, and as Oliver stands back up it’s clear he’s banged his head at some point; his movements are a little less precise, and Jake is determined to punish him for every little slip.
With Oliver on the back foot, Primera becomes concerned; she calls out to her brother, doing her best to encourage him, and she is backed up by the fans who are starting to chant “Ol – i – ver!” in support of the courageous young challenger. Jake returns to the high – flying that naturally suits him the best; he brings Oliver to the mat with an impressive Dragonrana, and Oliver does well to escape the pin before 3. But something seems to be happening to Oliver – as Jake continues to pummel him, the blows seem to have less and less effect, and the young man’s eyes sparkle as he starts to really feel the crowd, the atmosphere……and then suddenly he explodes into life like a lit firework; Jake comes under attack from a literal rain of blows, and the crowd makes an extraordinary sound as Oliver dizzies Jake with a storming kick, runs to the corner and leaps off of the post, literally crossing almost half the ring to score a direct hit with his flying dropkick. Jake falls, and the fans scream “COVER!!” but Oliver’s in a world of his own now; he rushes to the ropes, and the fans yell even louder as he jumps skyward into a gorgeous lionsault. Oliver turns gracefully in the air; but below him, Jake is pulling himself together and the net result is only a partial hit as Jake tries to get out of the way. Oliver does now pin, but Jake escapes at 2.5, and has had time to clear his mind. Oliver charges straight forward, still firmly “in the zone”, but Jake whips him to the ropes and returns the earlier favour with a dropkick of his own on Oliver’s return. As Oliver gets up, Jake grabs him in a chokehold, and executes his famous “Jakie Drop”; Oliver is down, and Jake coolly heads to the corner to get sufficient height to perform his 630 splash finisher. Despite Primera’s warning, Oliver can’t quite get away quickly enough, and takes the full force of the blow; Jake pins, and Oliver doesn’t quite have enough left in the tank to stop Jake securing the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner……Jake Cheng!
Primera rushes to check on Oliver, who holds his head as he lies looking up at the ceiling; Jake is still very close by, and Primera keeps her eyes on him as she helps Oliver to sit up. Jake smirks and mouths something coarse as he leaves; Primera flushes red with anger, but Oliver stands back up and tells her not to be provoked by him. The fans see Oliver’s recovery, and a spontaneous cheer breaks out; he and Primera walk back to the locker rooms still searching for their first victory, but yet making giant strides in winning the hearts and minds of the ACW faithful.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:42:04 GMT -5
ATTENTION: There is a distinct lack of people in the chatroom. Unless today is "Hermit impersonation day" and no - one's told me, please report to the chatroom before I chaos - control into your homes with the weedwhacker running. Thankyou.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:44:19 GMT -5
Segment: Taking a gamble (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera fades in to the ACW Parking Lot. A jet-black Audi rolls into the complex and comes to a complete stop in one of the parking stalls. The dark-purple tinted windows give Wyvern's presence away before he even opens the door of the car. Slowly working his way out of the car, Wyvern grabs a bag out of the car and starts to walk towards his locker room. Before getting all the way out of the parking lot, Wyvern is confronted by medical trainers alerted to his presence.
Trainer #1: Wyvern, you absolutely cannot wrestle tonight, the potential damage to your knee could leave you using a cane for the rest of your life! On behalf of the ACW's medical staff, I demand that you do not compete tonight. If anything like the stunt that TNT pulled...
Wyvern: Don't. Don't explain the risks to me. Do I give the impression of someone who doesn't understand the situation they're in? I had the grades and potential to go to med school before I decided to go into wrestling. So with that in mind, my intuition does tell me that I do face some risks, but perhaps the worse thing is a chance that I don't take. TNT got the best of me Monday, and I give him credit for not pulling any punches. I paid the price, I'll admit, but it was better than sitting home, wondering if I could ever wrestle again. I'm going to face Angelo, he deserves a match, the fans deserve their money's worth tonight. I'm not implying I'm the selling point of the ACW, but I am sure as hell not denying any potential fans the opportunity to see me attempt to defy the odds. To quote Cobain, "It's better to burn out, than to fade away."
Trainer #2: That's nice that you've got your determination there Mr. Stewart...Wyvern. However, I'm afraid we aren't supposed to allow you to wrestle tonight. We believe it's the best course of action that you can take. I'm sure the fans will understand, I mean, people forgave the Brick versus Kain match that didn't happen on Monday.
Wyvern (In a mocking voice):"I'm afraid that we aren't supposed to allow you to wrestle tonight." Well, I've got news for you: I'm going out there tonight, just like I used to in back in the EWL, bruises and all. I'm going to go out there, and put my career on the line, as if it was the last match of my life. Any match could be threatening to an individual, given the circumstances. Also, when I go out there tonight, I'm going to prove to you that I won't give up. I will compete against Angelo to the limit of my physical condition, and there is no way that I'm going to walk, roll, crawl out of that ring knowing that I didn't give it my all. Just maybe something will happen, yet I'm not concerned about it. If you guys are concerned about it, then go wait out backstage if anything does happen.
Wyvern pushes his way through the two trainers and continues on his path to the locker room. He movement is sluggish at best, but he carries on with remarkable tenacity. After a few moments, he gets to his locker room and puts the bag on a table. Pulling the contents, his wrestling gear, out of the bag, he notices Kevin Anderson walking in, eager to have a word with him.
Kevin: Wyvern, how do you feel about going into this match with Angelo Giovanni, despite the obvious advantage he has going into the ring, given your current physical state?
Wyvern: Despite what the trainers think, I'm going to go out there and wrestle. I'm not discrediting Angelo when I say this, but I feel I can still win this match. I've got determination, which is sometimes better than pure skill or being in good health. If you push yourself to do something, the chances of a favorable result are good. If you hold back, you can expect the exact opposite of exerting yourself. Tonight will prove to be my greatest challenge here in the ACW yet, as I am fighting two opponents: the established Angelo and my knee. I feel confident that I can still wrestle this match to give Angelo a run for his money. As for my knee, I'll crawl for the remainder of the match if it were to go out on me.
Kevin: Are you positive that you're not taking this too far? Your fatal four way match against Predator, Davey Marvel and Oliver Black is only nine days away! If you keep this intensity of yours up, you'll be sitting in at home or on an operating table watching Winter Discontent!
Wyvern: I promise under any circumstances short of death, that I will be there at Winter Discontent. You have my word on it. As for that match, I hope those three realize that they may end up having an advantage against me in the ring, they shouldn't expect to emerge victorious. Predator has talked long enough about being the top "lower mid-card". That's great for him, I hope he doesn't strain himself in his newfound title, as I actually aspire far higher. Rank is only a title slapped onto a wrestler to make it easier for Vegas to compute odds. And my theory on odds is that no matter what numbers are thrown at you, there's always a 50/50 chance, either you do it or you don't. Predator, be prepared to stay the "best" lower mid-carder in the ACW, because the way I see it, I strive for excellence. Bum knee or not, I guarantee that this match will be a defining moment here in the ACW. With that Kevin, I wish to conclude our short but sweet chat.
Kevin: Very well, I hope you can manage to perform tonight, and I wish you good luck against Giovanni.
Kevin leaves the locker room, with Wyvern starting to change into his wrestling apparel. Noticing Kevin has left, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a heavy-duty knee brace. Trying it on, his walking seems less inhibited, due to the support. However, he takes a second glance at it, and removes it, throwing it aside as the camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:46:41 GMT -5
Segment: A surrogate Champion? (Credit: Bladeshadow)
The scene begins in BladeShadow’s locker room. The room is now much darker than it normally is as the window is completely blacked out with tape, and the room’s lights are set at the dimmest setting. In fact, the most lighting in the room seems to come from the camera’s mounted light. Blade is wrapping is hands when Jack steps into the room, seemingly out of nowhere.
Jack: Blade!
Blade: Yes, my master?
Jack: It would seem the opportunity we have been waiting for has just presented itself to us
Blade gets an inquisitive look on his face
Blade: What do you mean?
Jack: I mean that we have been given the ultimate chance to prove your….I mean OUR superiority in the ring
Blade: And when will this be?
Jack: At Winter Discontent of course. There you will not only face the current champion, but you will also win the most prestigious belt our company has, The world Heavyweight Championship.
Blade: I will?
Jack: Yes, the only problem will be ensuring that Ginger puts you into the match, but I am sure your… shall we say “persuasive capabilities” will be more than enough to convince him.
Blade smiles and nods slightly.
Blade: I will take care of it my lord.
Jack: Yes you will me student, and then when you win, you will hand over the belt to me, in front of everyone!
Blade’s sword once again appears to pulse on his back.
Blade: Why would I do that my lord?
Jack: Are you QUESTIONING ME!?
Blade: Of course not, but I do not see why, if you want the belt, why you wouldn’t just enter the match your….
Blade is stopped in mid sentence by Jack, who now has his Gauntlet around Blade’s throat, crushing it.
Jack: YOU INSOLENT FOOL, YOU SHALL NEVER SECOND-GUESS MY PLANS AGAIN, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
Blade is barely able to nod slightly and Jack releases him. He then storms out of the room, leaving Blade to cough and do his best to catch his breath as the scene cuts to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:48:38 GMT -5
Match 2: Predator vs. Davey Marvel (Credit: Wyvern)
The fans of the ACW seem to be ready to burst with excitement for tonight’s show. The crowd gathered here at the arena are carrying signs that promote the upcoming PPV “Winter Discontent”, which is no more than nine days away. Phillip enters the ring, to a loud cheer, as the crowd knows the action will shortly begin anew.
Phillip: Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Winnipeg, standing 5’6” and weighing 210 pounds, Predator!
“Stay Together for the Kids” by Blink 182 hits to a chorus of boos and jeers. Predator emerges from the locker room as the boos increase with their intensity. People are actually throwing things at him as he makes his way to the ring, for proclaiming himself the best lower midcarder in the ACW. He steps into the ring, and waits patently for Marvel to come out, with a sadistic grin of excitement on his face.
Phillip: Introducing next, in his debut match here at the ACW, hailing from Ann Arbor, Michigan, standing at 6’1” and weighing 221 pounds, Davey Marvel!
The NIN remix of White Zombie’s “More Human than Human” plays over the sound system, to a very positive response. Fans cheer his arrival, with signs like “Marvel PWNS Predator”; Marvel is getting a very welcome response for his ACW debut. He slides into the ring, and is immediately met by Predator with a stomp to the head.
The bell rings.
Predator wastes no time going after Marvel, exuding a violent desire to tear him apart. After a few merciless stomps, he picks up Marvel and gives him a quick clothesline back down again. Laughing at his opponent as he picks Marvel back up, Predator whips Marvel into the ropes, and delivers a spear, taking Marvel back down once again onto the mat. Predator laughs at Marvel, even taking the time to call him a joke, unworthy of standing in the ring with him. Obviously enraged, Marvel gets up surprisingly fast and delivers a few punches and chest chops, knocking Predator into a corner. Marvel doesn’t give Predator a chance to recover, going for an Irish whip, while still holding onto Predator, and using the momentum when Predator swings around into a DDT. Getting up right away is Marvel, and he ascends to the top rope, awaiting Predator to get up. When Predator staggers up, Marvel attempts to dropkick him, but Predator just sidesteps him, allowing Marvel to slam himself onto the mat. Predator, not wanting to risk the chance of wasting this opportunity, goes right back at Marvel and picks him up and delivers a suplex. Predator tries to cover for the win. 1…kick out by Marvel.
Predator, slightly disappointed by the quick kick-out by Marvel, goes right back on the offensive, giving Marvel a flurry of chops and delivers a scoop slam. Running the ropes, Predator delivers an old-school running leg drop onto Marvel’s throat. Predator quickly shifts over to Marvel’s legs and goes for the sharpshooter. Marvel is stuck in mid-ring, and it appears he might not be able to get out of the hold. A surge of adrenaline from the crowd chanting “Let’s go Marvel” allows Davey to actually push Predator off of him, and he slowly gets up, to the delight of the crowd. Enraged by the crowd’s support of the newcomer, Predator rushes quickly at Marvel and throws a clothesline, which Davey cannot find the strength to avoid, crashing back down to the mat once again. Predator looks to soften up Marvel a little bit, placing his throat on the bottom rope and placing his foot on the back of his head, using the top rope as leverage. The referee walks up to Predator and beings a five-count, to warn Predator of a possible disqualification. Predator just smiles and holds on, releasing just in time to avoid a five-count. With Marvel still on the rope, Predator runs the ropes and leaps on Marvel’s neck. With Marvel down, Predator drags Marvel to the middle of the ring and goes for the sharpshooter once again, but Marvel pushes Predator backwards, into a corner.
Mustering up strength, Marvel starts to motion to the crowd, in an attempt to get a rise out of Predator. Predator bites, and rushes at Marvel, who is able to react this time around, connecting with a drop toehold. Not wasting any time, Marvel locks in the Texas Cloverleaf on Predator, and continues to apply pressure to the hold until Predator manages to get a rope break, his hand barely touching the rope. Marvel goes right back on the offensive, grabbing Predator from his prone position and delivering a beautiful German suplex, earning Davey a large pop from the crowd. He picks up Predator once again, but is met with a low blow. Predator quickly picks up Marvel and delivers a Jackhammer, slamming Marvel back to the canvas. He picks Marvel up and whips him into a corner. Running after Marvel, Predator rushes for a spear, but Marvel sidesteps in the nick of time, and Predator careens into the turnbuckle.
Taking advantage of Predator’s situation, Marvel storms over to him, to deliver a T-bone suplex. Marvel picks up Predator and attempts a gut wrench piledriver, but Predator escapes with a quick elbow to the kidney, and runs the ropes and spears a stunned Marvel, knocking both Marvel and the referee to the ground. The crowd boos with venom as Predator sees a golden opportunity, quickly grabbing a chair from the outside. Sliding back in the ring, Marvel runs at him and attempts a clothesline, but Predator ducks and blasts him with the chair upon Marvel’s rebound from the ropes, busting Marvel’s forehead open. Predator then takes the chair and places it in the middle of the ring, and pulls Marvel up by his hair. He kicks Marvel in the groin, and hits the Pedigree, with Marvel’s head hitting the chair. Predator goes for the pin as the ref comes to his senses. The fans are chanting “Bullshit”, and this seemingly gives the ref enough reasoning to stop the pin attempt, telling Predator he isn’t stupid, seeing the chair in the ring and the situation at hand. Predator loses it and starts arguing with the ref, starting a huge argument that looks to turn into a fight. However, a staggering Marvel rises to his feet and stands patiently behind Predator, who is oblivious to the fact Davey is up. However, a rather large pop from the crowd gets Predator’s attention, and he turns around to face Marvel, who quickly delivers a kick to Predator’s midsection, and places him in a hanging suplex. He positions the suplex so that Predator is in a corner on the top rope, and he runs and jumps up the turnbuckle and delivers a guillotine leg drop onto Predator, with Marvel catching himself on the ring apron. Marvel then waits for the staggering Predator to come into range, and Marvel slings himself over the ring apron and connects with a DDT, executing the Midnight! Covering Predator for the pin. 1…2….3!
Phillip: And your winner by pinfall, Davey Marvel!
The crowd erupts as a bloodied Marvel has his hand raised in victory by the referee. He celebrates in the ring for awhile, looking over the fallen Predator. After a few moments, he grabs the mic from Phillip and speaks.
Marvel: You like that? That’s just a taste of what you’ll feel at Winter Discontent! I’ve got only one thing to say to you, Mr. Top-Lower-Midcarder: It’s about time, it’s my time!
Marvel throws the mic down and celebrates in the ring for a little bit more. The referee gives him a towel to wipe off the blood, which Marvel does, and drapes it over Predator as he leaves the ring. The crowd chants “Marvel” as Davey walks off to the locker room, following his victory in his debut match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:50:14 GMT -5
Segment: Blade’s Demand (Credit: Bladeshadow)
The scene begins with BladeShadow walking down the hallway towards the camera. He walks to Ginger’s office and enters, acting as cheerful as he possibly can.
Blade: Hello Mr Chairman.
Ginger: sternly: What do you want?
Blade: Nothing very big, Ginger….I just heard that you’re announcing the world title match for Winter Discontent tonight, and I wanted to check that you’d made the right decision.
Ginger: Heh…..if you mean, does the match involve you…..then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.
Blade: Aw, come on, you can’t do this one little favor for an old friend?
Ginger: What you’re asking is in no way a “little favour”. At any rate, I don’t know who you are, but you ARE NOT my old friend, and while the BladeShadow I know may still be in there, he most certainly isn’t in control.
Blade (much more coldly): I see, you are a very observant person…<br> Blade runs up to Ginger’s desk, and takes out his sword, aiming it straight at Ginger forehead, and thrusts, stopping just short of impact, but close enough to cause Ginger to visibly sweat.
Blade: But as you can see I don’t have time to play, you British Twink. So I suggest you ensure I’m entered into that match or I’m going to spatter your brains all over your nice leather chair.
Ginger: You would never….
Blade: Oh, you are quite wrong. You see, you make the judgment that because Skurai and Ridley were never able to kill anyone that that same rule would apply to me. However they were under the only partial control of an inept, overly powered demi-god, and as such were able to control their actions and as such stayed under the rules of basic human decency. However, I am FULLY under control and as you saw in my match with V-3 I couldn’t care less about human decency and am thus willing to do what EVER it takes to achieve that which I desire.
Blade pushes the sword into Ginger forehead enough to cause a trickle of blood to flow between his eyes.
Blade: SO! Are we going to do this the easy way, or the fun, bloody way?
Ginger shuffles around his desk then take out a piece of paper and signs BladeShadow’s name onto it; it’s too quick to see what else might be on the paper.. Blade then re-sheathes his sword and turns around.
Blade: You made the right decision.
Ginger: I’m not so sure…<br> Blade: Trust me, after you have seen what I will do to RDK later tonight, you will know that you did the right thing.
Ginger: How so?
Blade: Because that will mean that I only had to destroy one life, instead of two….heh..heh..heh.
Blade walks out of Ginger’s office and back to his dark locker room. Ginger meanwhile slumps back into his seat and wipes his forehead of both blood and sweat, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:51:53 GMT -5
Match 3: Angelo vs. Wyvern (Credit: BK London)
The crowd is split over the upcoming match; Is Wyvern a brave warrior, or will his pride be his undoing?
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 220 pounds, Wyvern.
"Trip Like I Do" hits and Wyvern walks out onto the stage with a limp from the vicious attack by TNT on Monday. He limps down to the ring, looking as if he could do with that hastily discarded knee brace. Wyvern rolls into the ring and he limps over to the corner and climbs up to the second rope to taunt the crowd. Just then Angelo's music hits.
"FBI" theme hits and Angelo walks down to the ring chin-flicking the crowd, he sees Wyvern's injured knee and he rubs his hands together in anticipation for this match.
Phillip: And the challenger, weighing in at 220 pounds, from Venice, Italy, The Don of the Italian Mafia, Angelo Giovanni.
Angelo holds his arms up towards the crowd and the crowd boos him and begins throwing objects at him. Angelo slides into the ring and he takes off his leather jacket and tosses it to the outside. The referee rings the bell and the match is on its way.
The match starts off with a collar-elbow-tie-up by the two superstars. Angelo quickly goes behind Wyvern and trips him, he picks up Wyvern's leg by his ankle and he smashes it down on the mat. Wyvern holds his knee in pain and Angelo begins to stomp at it, as Angelo does so Wyvern crawls to the corner. Angelo continues the assault on the injured knee of Wyvern and he picks Wyvern up and rests him in the corner. Angelo picks up the injured leg of Wyven and he places it on the second rope, and he kicks it repeatedly. Wyvern is in serious pain and the referee pulls Angelo out the corner and he takes Wyvern's leg off the second rope. Wyvern limps to the middle of the ring and the two tie up again, this time Wyvern hits Angelo with a Drop Toe Hold to the mat. Wyvern floats over Angelo and he locks in a Reverse Chin Lock, Angelo screams in pain and he edges over to the ropes and he finally gets to it. Wyvern releases the hold, and he gets up and the crowd cheers for him. Angelo gets up and runs at Wyvern in a rage but Wyvern throws Angelo over the top rope to the outside. Angelo lands hard on the outside and he holds his lower back, he begins to get up and Wyvern takes him back down witha Baseball Slide. Angelo falls back and the back of his head hits the announce table. Wyvern slides out the ring and he attempts to whipe Angelo into the steel steps but Angelo reverses it and sends Wyvern knee first into the steel steps. Wyvern drops to the ground and he holds his knees, Angelo then picks up the hurt Wyvern and he tosses him back in the ring. Angelo rolls back in the ring and he covers Wyvern but Wyvern kicks out.
Angelo grows frustrated and he picks up the injured leg of Wyvern. He does the Ric Flair Signature "Woooooo" and proceeds to lock in the Figure Four Leg Lock. Angelo gets it all in and Wyvern screams in pain, the referee is checking on Wyvern and Wyvern falls flat to the ground. The referee then counts one, two, thr-- but Wyvern raises back up. As the referee is checking on Wyvern Angelo grabs onto the ropes for leverage and the crowd boos him for his heel tactics. Wyvern screams in more pain, as the referee looks at Angelo he lets go. The crowd begins to chant "Wyvern, Wyvern, Wyvern", Wyvern feeds off the crowd's cheers and he finally gets the strength to turn over Angelo counter in the pressure. Angelo quickly releases the hold to stop any pain from surging up his legs. Angelo gets up and he picks up Wyvern by his hair, Wyvern punches Angelo in his stomach and he repeatedly does it. Wyvern finally gets to his feet and Angelo goes for a Standing Clothesline but Wyvern ducks and takes him down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Angelo is down and Wyvern limps onto his feet, Wyvern then goes onto the apron and he climbs up to the top rope. As Angelo is at a vertical base and he turns around Wyvern hits the Diving Crossbody Pin on Angelo. Wyvern hooks the leg but he kicks out. Wyvern gets up and he picks up Angelo, Angelo then hits Wyvern with a suprise Spinebuster. Angelo hooks the leg of Wyvern but once again its a near fall. Angelo can't believe it, he picks up Wyvern and signals for the Italian Decimator. Angelo hoists up Wyvern in Burning Hammer position but Wyvern slides off his shoudlers and pushes him into the ropes. As Angelo bounces off the ropes Wyvern falls on his back and rolls up Angelo into to the Deus Ex Machina. Angelo screams in pain and after 20 second in the hold he finally taps out.
Announcer: And the winner of this match, Wyvern.
Wyvern rolls out of the ring and he holds his leg in pain, it seems he took a bad bump from that Diving Crossbody. The referee raises his hand the crowd cheers, Wyvern holds his knee again and the ref tries to assist him, but Wyvern waves him away and disappears into the back…..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:53:27 GMT -5
Segment: A match too far (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera cuts directly to the backstage area, following Wyvern after his match against Angelo. His walking speed is reduced to a crawl, and an expression of pure anguish can be seen on Wyvern's face as he slowly makes his way backstage. One of the trainers from before runs up to him, offering him assistance.
Trainer: Wyvern! Stop trying to walk now, you're only making this worse for yourself! Just lie down, and I'll get you medical attention. Just...
Wyvern: Listen... Despite the sensation comparable to that of a thousand bee-stings running through my knee, I don't need your help... Sure, this hurts unlike any other physical pain I have felt in my life, but I'm not going to let this stop me...
Trainer: Don't be crazy Wyvern! You're not going to wrestle at the PPV in this condition. Hell, you may have sentenced yourself to a life of cane-assisted walking. If my words mean anything to you, believe me on this. Stay down and try to relax!
Wyvern grimaces with the surging pain, as he attempts to continue to walk, in spite of the Trainer's comments.
Wyvern: You know... I'm going to go down in flames if I go down at all... And no one, and I mean no one, will stop me from trying to compete... Nothing will stop me... Nothing will...
Wyvern's words fade and become incoherent as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Passing out from the pain, he hits the ground hard, making a resounding thud on the hard concrete. The trainer rushes over to him, and rolls him over. Unconscious, Wyvern is bleeding from the mouth, most likely resulting from the impact of hitting the ground face first. The trainer shouts for help.
Trainer: We need some serious help here! We've got an unconscious wrestler that needs immediate attention!
Soon the rest of the trainers come to aid Wyvern, as the EMT shortly arrives with a stretcher. The medical staff carefully places Wyvern onto the stretcher, and he is wheeled off into an ambulance that heads out shortly after he is loaded into the vehicle.
Camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:56:27 GMT -5
Segment: Explanations (Credit: BK London)
As we come from the last match that took place Kevin Anderson is shown in front of a gray door labeled BK LONDON.
Kevin: This is Kevin Anderson here signing in from backstage in front of BK London's locker room hoping we can get a word with a major contender for the ACW Heavyweight Championship.
Kevin knocks on the door. But it is not answered. Kevin knocks again to the same result.
Kevin: Well I guess he isn--
Just then BK steps out of his locker room, wet with only a towel around his waist. There are several wolf whistles from the ladies of the crowd.
BK: Kevin, what brings you to my locker room in the middle of me taking a shower?
Kevin: Well I was just hoping I could interview you.
BK: Now !! Come on, I’m dripping in water with a towel on my waist and somehow you think now is time for an interview?
Kevin: Well I could always come back---
BK: You know what? I'll grant your interview right now, because there are a few things I wanna get of my chest.
Kevin: Great. BK, Last week you were found out to be the culprit in the whole Yoko/Kross scenario, Why did you do it?
BK: Heh. Why? Why did I do it? Well it is simple, I framed Yoko to keep my shot at the ACW Heavyweight Championship at Hellbound Heart. I will admit Yoko beat me cleanly one, two, three and I was concerned that Ginger would make a last minute change to the card. And that could not go down, because I know all the fans in the world wanted to see BK London vs Rose. And thanks to me, they got to see it. One hellacious match.
Kevin: Speaking of losing, last week you lost two things, a one on one rematch against Rose and a match against Surion. What are your feelings on that?
BK: The rematch, Ginger had absolutely no right to take that away from me. Yoko ruined my ACW Heavyweight Match and I deserved a rematch. When Ridley injured PDogg, was he severely punished? No. When Latino put me in a car and drove me off the bridge, was he punished? No. So why should I have been punished, why must my shot been taken away from me. Why? But you know what, I don’t need Ginger to climb up to No.1 Contender status for the title. I know all the BK Maniacs trust in me to get to the top of the Ladder and win the ACW Championship.
The BK Maniacs in the crowd cheer loudly for BK as he makes this statement.
BK: And Surion. What can I say, once again I was cheated. We all know that when Surion hooked both of my legs that my shoulder wasn't down. But did the referee see that, no, once again I am being screwed and I lost to Surion. But its all good, because sooner or later I will get Surion back. Because payback, is a BITCH.
Kevin: And finally, tonight you have a chance to rebound from that loss in a Triple Threat Match with Torak, and your returning rival, Jack Fury. How do you feel going into this match?
BK: People may think I am crazy but I challenged the two behemoths to this match. Why you ask? Why did I challenge two superstars taller and stronger than me? Because I want to prove that I can beat the odds, I can overcome the obstacles, no matter how tall or strong they are. Tonight I will prove I am better that Jack Fury and I will get revenge on Torak for piledriving me last week in the Battle Royal. Someone tonight is going down, and going down hard. Now Kevin, can I please get back to my shower?
Kevin: Absolutely Mr. London.
BK takes off his towel and tosses it on Kevin Anderson's head as he walks back into his locker room. Kevin is shown quickly taking off the towel and throwing it on the floor.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:58:01 GMT -5
Match 4: RDK vs. BladeShadow (Credit: Latino)
There’s an air of deep unease in the crowd as match 4 approaches, and even Philip looks a little reticent as he enters the ring.
Phillip: Coming to the ring from Yellowknife, Canada …Macho Man R.D.K!
RDK comes out to the ring as his entrance music is played throughout the arena. Fans in attendance cheer loudly as slaps hands with many fans in the front row. He enters the ring as gives out an “Ooooh Yeah!” as the fans pop loudly again.
Phillip: And his opponent from Upstate New York…BladeShadow!
Rob Zombie's Dragula blasts throughout the ACW arena as Blade steps out from behind the curtains. He looks around as the fans boo loudly some close by call him a backstabber while others throw pieces of trash and garbage at the once beloved superstar.
The Bell Rings.
The match kicks off to a quick start as Blade charges in with a clothesline knocking down RDK. BS starts stomping onto the chest of his opponent repeatedly so much until the ref forces him to stop. He looks at the ref with an evil stare but then backs away waiting for his opponent to stand back up. The fans in attendance start cheering loudly “RDK! RDK!” The cameras pan across the arena as a long row of fans spell out together “Oooooooooh Yeaah!!!!” Suddenly RDK kicks back up and turns his head towards Blade. The two meet eye to eye and this time RDK is the one to charges with a clothesline of his own. Blade ducks quickly and turns around only to be welcomed with a superkick to the face bringing him down to one knee. He grabs RDK by the waist picking him up and throws him roughly to the mats. He picks up RDK once more putting him on his shoulders. Walking around laughing as the fans around him boo loudly Blade runs towards the ropes and throws him over as his opponent comes crashing to the outside mats. Blade rolls to the outside and Irish whips the fan favorite into the steel steps. Blade steps back a few feet waiting for his opponent to stand back. As RDK gets up BS runs towards him and tries to pull of a tornado kick by RDK ducks just in time. Blade goes right into the outside posts and falls head first into the steel steps. The referee now makes his count to 5 as RDK rolls in and back out in order to break it. He grabs BS and rolls him onto the announcer’s table. RDK tries to lift him up in a Rock Bottom position but BS blocks it. The two men start exchanging punches back and forth neither man showing signs of giving up. The fans all over the arena are going nuts now as they keep chanting RDK’s name. At one point Blade ducks a punch and then picks up RDK in a sitdown powerbomb fashion but then throws him down into the outside mats with a loud THUD echoing around the arena. He jumps down from the table and rolls RDK back inside the ring. Blade goes for the cover One…Two…-kickout by RDK!
Blade can’t believe it but the fans do as the stand up to their feet screaming loudly. RDK starts getting up but Blade comes over to try and keep his opponent down. He goes for a punch but it’s blocked and he himself is hit in the face. RDK Irish whips BS to the ropes and gives him the Macho Slam. Both men lay down on the mats exhausted. The fans keep chanting his RDK’s name as he starts crawling slowly over to Bladeshadow. The referee goes for the three count One…Two…Thre- kickout by Bladeshadow. A large groan is his from the fans as they show their dissatisfaction. RDK is holding his head as he can’t believe it either. He stands back up leaning against the ropes now not knowing what else he can do. He looks around and then he climbs the turnbuckles. He jumps off with a moonsault nailing it perfectly on BladeShadow. Again for the second time tonight he goes for the pin One….Two…- kickout again by Blade. RDK stands back up this time a lot more angrier now. Blade suddenly does a kick-up and immediately gives a tornado kick to the face. BladeShadow leans back and hits RDK in the face with a forearm. He quickly runs to the turnbuckles climbing them in one swift motion. As RDK turns around towards BS, Blade jumps off with a Thor’s Hammer. RDK jumps back quickly causing Blade to land on his feet. RDK quickly grabs Blade and drives him down onto the mat with a Rock Bottom. He covers Blade for the One….Two….Three!
Phillip: Here is your winner…..R…D…K!!!!
RDK stands up in celebration as the fans cheer his name to a deafening level. He climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd as they give off another huge pop. As he jumps down from the turnbuckles Blade sidelines him with an uppercut and then followed by a clothesline knocking him down on the mat. Blade locks on the Heaven’s Arrow refusing to break the hold as the ref tries to force him to do so. RDK screams in pain as more and more officials come down trying to force BS to stop it. Blade shakes his head no as he applies more pressure enjoying the rush he is getting from all of this. The officials finally break the hold and drag RDK away from BladeShadow. Still not satisfied Blade decks an official and then two more as they try to restrain him. The rest of the officials stay back afraid to be attacked like the three already down on the mat. BS leaves the arena with an angry look but in his eyes a sense of happiness at the damage that has already been done.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 15:59:41 GMT -5
Segment: What is your Answer? (Credit: Latino)
The show returns from commercial break as Kevin Anderson is shown outside of the locker-room of Latino and Atomic Kitsune. He knocks on the door not sure of what he will see this time compared to last week but is delighted by a welcome surprise. Atomic Kitsune closes the door as she steps out and smiles at Kevin.
Kevin: Well Ms. Kitsune…is it Ms. or Mrs?
Ak: It’s Ms., Kevin, you should know that.
Kevin: Oh yes, well I wanted to see if I could conduct an interview with Mr. Laureano and find out if he will fight TNT at this coming Winter Discontent.
Ak: Well Victor is right now still under a little medication but he will be able to compete tonight once the last of the pain killers wear off. I am not sure if she should speak right now, but I do know that he spoke to the Chairman earlier and the match has been signed.
Kevin: Oh…well that’s good. Is there any slight chance I could get a word with him-
Kevin is cut off from finishing his sentence when both he and AK turn back to see that the locker-room door has opened. The fans in attendance cheer loudly as Latino comes out as sees Kevin standing there with a microphone in hand. Latino tries to speak but his speech is a little too loud and slurred obviously not the first time in his life.
Latino: HEY!!! Howareyoudoing!!!!!!! You….you…..youuuuuuuuuuuu. You are a cool little guy.
Latino wraps his arm around Kevin and pulls him closer as he stares at him blankly for what seems like 30 seconds. Kevin and AK look back at each other as neither knows what Latino is doing now.
Latino: You…you you you you you you you you you you you… have a funny head. You ever notice that when you say the same word over and over and over again……
Another long pause.
Latino:………… It sounds like an echo.
Kevin: Victor, are you feeling ok?
Latino: …..YES. I am fiiiine. Right mami? Soooo what are you doing here man with the funny head?
Kevin: uuuh Victor, I’m here to conduct an interview with you. I was hoping to get some words on what you-
Latino: TNT! Yea I can talk about that ASS. That’s right I said ASS!. Woooooooooooooo!
Latino seems to forget where he is and glances all around him before chancing upon Kevin again.
Latino: What were we talking about?
Kevin: Uhh, TNT, your opponent for Winter Discontent.
Latino: Oh yea that guy. He’s a cool guy.
Kevin: But you just said he was an…. ass.
Latino: Yea, yea he is a real big ass. That is why at Winter Discontent I am gonna beat him in a….. (stands there thinking to himself)…. No-Count Out Match! The first to get counted out loses. Hahahahaha.
Latino beams happily; Kevin isn’t sure how to proceed, but fortunately AK decides to take over the conversation.
AK: Ok I think it’s time for me to help Victor sober up . Don’t worry Kevin, Victor will face TNT at Winter Discontent and he will defend his title as well.
Latino (speaking to Kevin): ….Hey, you want to know what she likes to do when no one is around?
AK: Latino!!
Atomic grabs Latino and pushes him in the locker-room. She smiles back at Kevin and then closes the door as she enters the room herself. As Kevin begins to leave he can hear Latino yelling inside and then a loud THUD from his hitting the ground.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:06:00 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs. Torak vs. Jack Fury (Credit: BK London)
iThe show hasn’t disappointed so far, but the next match really is one that the fans have been looking forward to, and they’re already cheering as things get started.
Phillip: This match is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall, coming from Los Angeles, accompanied by Cordelia, Torak !!
The arena starts to vibrate with the mechanical sounds that begin Powerman 5000’s “Nobody’s Real”. With the place in near darkness, the soft opening guitar gives way to a huge drum burst that triggers off a pyro blast on the main stage; as the main tune kicks in, a low light reveals two figures, one monstrous, the other much smaller. The lights lift, and Torak and Cordelia walk to the ring; the crowd boos the two heels as they are on their way to the ring. They ignore the crowd as Torak is focused on making an impact tonight in this Triple Threat Match. Cordelia accompanies her man and she is focused along with Torak on winning this match; Torak enters the ring through the middle rope and Cordelia steps through the first and second ropes. Torak immediately turns toward the stage and he, along with Cordelia, wait for his two opponents.
Phillip: And the second participant in this match, from Greenock, Scotland, Jack Fury !!
"This is Now" by Hatebreed hits, the crowd gives Fury major heat getting the biggest amount of boos tonight so far, Jack Fury walks onto the stage and he looks at the huge man Torak from the ring and Torak eyes him back. Jack Fury walks down to the ring not backing down from the huge Torak in the ring. Jack Fury enters the ring and Torak looks at Fury, although Fury is a huge superstar his hugeness fails in comparison to the near 350-pound Torak.
Phillip: And the final participant in this match, coming to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, B-K London !!
"Breathe" by Fabulous hits and BK London runs out onto the stage to a huge pop from the crowd. BK gets the crowd ont their feet and he taunts the crowd, BK wants to use this chance to rebound from the loss he recieved by Surion earlier this week on Warfare. BK runs down to the ring and he slides in and the three men are in the center of the ring looking at one another. BK London appears small compared to both men and is the underdog in this Triple Threat Match. The referee signals for the bell and the match commences and Cordelia exits the ring and is on the outside.
Bell Rings.
Torak and Jack Fury walk to the center of the ring and they both stare at each other, staring in each other's eyes as if staring into them. Suddenly a the battle breaks out between the two behemoths and they exchange blows back and forth. Neither man is backing down from the fight as they each land thunderous blows on each other. Fury gets the upperhand on the more powerful Torak and he gets him on the ropes, Fury whips Torak into the opposite ropes and Fury bounces off the ropes himself. Fury attemps a clothesline to knock the big Torak down but he fails as Torak is still on his feet, Fury bounces off the ropes and attemps a Shoulder Block but he slightly knocks the big man off of his vertical base. Fury showing a lot of persistance bounces off ther opes and he hits a Running Shoulder Tackle on Torak finally knocking him down. Torak is off of his feet and Fury turns to BK who was watching the whole brawl between Torak and Fury. BK begins to clap as he was impressed with what he saw. Fury charges at him with a clothesline but BK ducks. Fury turns around only to recieve a flury of punches by BK London. BK then follows up with a few kicks to the ribs of Jack Fury getting him in the corner, BK hits Fury with a hard chop to the chest that echoes throughout the arena, the crowd responds with a "Woooooooooo". Fury holds his chest and BK attempts another but he moves out of the way as from the corner of his eye he saw Torak charging at him from behind. Torak body avalances Fury and Fury falls on the mat and he rolls out of the ring in pain. As Torak turns around BK hits him with an elbow to the face, Torak is dazed and BK bounces off the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Torak levels BK with a Strong Clothesline. As BK's falls the back of his neck almost richochets off the mat. BK holds his neck in pain as he is on the mat and the agressive Torak picks up the hurt BK London. Torak puts BK in powerbomb position and he proceeds to put him in a Canadian Backbreaker he calls "The Legitimacy". BK screams in agonizing pain and Torak puts more pressure on the back of him. Cordelia watches on with a smirk on her face and she signals a thumbs down to Torak. Torak then follows up The Legitmacy with a Dominator move and BK rolls on the mat in pain. Torak covers BK and the referee counts one, two, thre---. As the referee is about to make the finishing count Torak disappears from pinning BK London. The referee looks up and it looks like Jack Fury pulled Torak out the ring.
Fury attempts to punch Torak but Torak blocks it and decks Fury down with a punch of his own. Torak walks over to Fury, who is crawling by the steel steps and Torak picks up Fury. Fury suprises Torak with a rake to his eyes. Torak is temporarily blinded and Fury knees Torak in the abdomen. Fury then bashes the head of Torak into the steel steps. Torak's head bounces off of the steel steps and by some miracle he is still in vertical position. Fury backs up and he runs at Torak hitting him with a Big Boot, Torak is brought to his knees by taking all this abuse. The camera then pans to inside the ring where BK London is getting to his feet, BK bounces off the ropes and he takes out Torak and Jack Fury with a Undertaker Like - Diving Vaulting Body Press over the top rope. All three competitors are out on the mat and BK is the first one to get up to his feet, he is still holding his stomach from the abuse taken by Torak earlier in the match. BK picks up Fury and he tosses him in the ring, BK looks back at Torak and he picks up his legs and drags him by the ring post. BK taunts the crowd and the crowd cheers for BK, he then Catapults the 350 pounder into the ring post taking out Torak getting his revenge from the abuse earlier in the match. As Torak is out on the outside his manager Cordelia attends to him. BK rolls into the ring and Fury is now staggering to his feet, both superstars staredown at each other. The crowd has been waiting for a one on one fight between the two for a while and the crowd begins to cheer loudly. BK London and Jack Fury move to center of the ring and they begin exchanging blows. Fury gets BK in the corner and he begins to mudhole stomp at BK viciously. The referee counts one, two, three, four, at this point Fury stops his assault and taunts the crowd to get some heat. As Fury turns back toward BK, BK shoots out the corner and takes Fury down with a Spear. BK begins punching away at Fury and the referee seperates them both. BK picks up Fury and he locks his arms around Fury's chest. BK tosses Fury across the ring with a Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. BK gets up and so does Fury, BK charges toward Fury but Fury hoists BK on his shoulders and he takes him out with a thunderous Death Valley Driver. Fury covers BK and the referee counts one, two, thr--- but BK kicks out. Fury can't believe it, Fury gets up and he argues with the referee.
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