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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 16:30:29 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 30th December 2004
Schedule of Matches: ------------------------------------------------------------
Mestarruus vs. New Breed (Davey & Oliver)
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Eva Vs. Dixie -- No DQ match
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Angelo vs. Davey Marvel – ET title #1 contender match
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Primera Vs. Tonya - Non-Title Match
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Bob vs. Jake - LW/ET title - No DQ
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Latino vs. Wyvern – ACW International Title Match
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BK and Kiley VS. Rena and RDK – Inter-Gender Tag Match
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Bladeshadow vs. Hunter & Cage – Hardcore Match
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OOC: To anyone watching not already there, why not join us in the chatroom? (press the big "chat" label at the top of the main screen.....)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 16:35:04 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos (Credit: Rose)
The brief holiday period has done little to dampen the enthusiasm of ACW’s fans; they have eagerly awaited the resumption of the fed’s action after the break, and the arena is once again packed to the rafters with happy, cheering, sign waving hordes. The cameras pan around to capture the atmosphere in the arena, and then as the fans settle the Titantron is pressed into service; the shot is of the double doors at the back entrance, and as the crowd watches a chill wind blasts them open………..
It is a cold winter’s night when they enter the ACW arena. All backstage work pauses and the stage hands move out of the way as these three head towards their destination. They move out of the way out of fear for what may happen if they do not. No words are spoken between the trio. Their silence speaks volumes, but they are still clouded in mystery.
One of them is consumed with grief and her sadness would be unbearable to most others, but it is a part of her, it is her pain. She is firm in her beliefs and she realizes that her pain is an integral part of her soul, but her eyes do not shine as they once did. She is Alexandra "The White Rose" Kaesar and her great pain is her longing. The longing for the return of her lord, mentor, and lover. Ridley is still within his self -imposed exile into a great sarcophagus where he attempts to extinguish the unequaled evil power of Asmodeus. Rose can no longer hear his voice nor can she feel his exhilarating touch. It is if the shining beacon of her life has been extinguished.
The second is younger, in fact, the very flower of youth, but she also harbors a knowledge that robs her of her innocence. She still has scars from the day she awoke to the truth. How terrifying it must have been to be born again in a symphony of blood and torture…... yet she does not hate Alexandra for what happened, but instead she thanks her for saving her soul. She has a cunning intelligence that is uncommon to one her age and a vicious loyalty that is unequaled by any other. She is Yoko Satoshi, The Flower of Carnage and she is Rose’s most trusted confidant. This trust was greatly tested by the paranoia of Winter’s Discontent and it now appears that it has emerged stronger than ever.
The third is both alike and unlike the other two. Some say she is a hero, while others say she is a traitor. She is aware of the truth the other two so vibrantly believe in, but she has never followed its calling before now. Some see a darker potential within her and she has manifested this potential only briefly on very rare occasions….. What exactly is she now? Does she even know in her own mind and heart? That is open to speculation, but one thing is certain and indisputable. The same blood runs through her veins…….. She is Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune and she is the sister of Ridley.
Alexandra "The White Rose" Kaesar, Yoko Satoshi, and………… Alicia Kitsune are Pain Incorporated.
They make their way down the hallway until they come upon the entrance to the Demon’s Pit. The door is very large, black, and ornate with arcane symbols all across its polished exterior. Rose opens the door and then she enters the darkness of the room without a word. Yoko does not hesitate either and enters the room without so much as a pause. AK pauses and ponders the irony of this situation for just a bit. It was not too long ago that Rose made her life a living Hell. It was not too long ago that she unknowingly waged war against her own flesh and blood. Could she dare to ever fully trust them? Would they ever trust her? AK decides that only time will tell for sure, she enters the darkness, and it embraces her form.
The door slams shut, and the scene abruptly fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 16:35:32 GMT -5
Segment: A big night ahead (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera fades into the New Breed locker room. Wyvern is stretching as Davey Marvel and Oliver Black are jumping around somewhat, trying to keep their energy up as they prepare to face off against Mestarruus. All three in the locker room look somewhat anxious, seeing they have a big night ahead of them. After a few seconds, Wyvern starts to relax, leaning against a wall. Marvel and Black soon follow suit, allowing themselves to calm down and focus. Wyvern speaks.
Wyvern: Ok guys, listen up. It's a no-brainer that we've got a huge night ahead of us. We need to go out and get things done tonight, win or lose. We need to show the ACW that we are a force to be reckoned with. The first priority is to face off against Mestarruus. Oliver, this is the only match you have tonight, so it'd probably be best for you to take the most of the time in the ring. Marvel, you've got your biggest night probably in a very long time, seeing as how you're double-booked tonight. I don't need to remind you that you must conserve your strength against Angelo. He's a very tough competitor, and I had to use all that I had left in my tank to beat him. We've got a huge night ahead of us, like I've said before. I'll be waiting here, for when you guys get back.
Davey and Oliver are taken aback by this statement, they seem slightly puzzled by Wyvern's mentality here.
Marvel: What? You're kidding! We need you out there, we're supposed to be showing our group's potential, and you're just going to sit around? Come with us, and watch us face off against Mestarruus, and perhaps help us?
Wyvern: To the contrary, my friend. We're the New Breed. If we are to redefine the ACW, we absolutely must not resort to any gang tactics whatsoever. Marvel, you cannot, and I repeat, cannot resort to any underhanded maneuvers tonight. The New Breed should stand for credibility in the ring, not deception and a disregard for the rules and regulations.
Oliver: Wait a minute. You're telling us that you don't believe in underhanded tactics, while you clearly faked an injury and assisted on a 3-on-1 beatdown on Predator in the ring at Winter Discontent? Some hypocrite you are.
Tension in the room seems to be thickening as an awkward silence complements the offensive stance Davey Marvel and Oliver Black are taking to Wyvern's decision. Wyvern keeps himself calm, and attempts to reply to Oliver.
Wyvern: Now hold on a minute. Did you really think that Predator could've beaten either of you? Marvel took him one-on-one. We needed a way to introduce ourselves to the ACW. What better way to do so, than to show our power as one collective unit? I know this seems like it goes against my "gang tactics" statement, but what other choice did we have? Just tell the crowd we're going to revolutionize the ACW by just talking to them? I think we hit the point home good enough when we hit the Trifecta that we are a force to be reckoned with. Anything less would've lowered our impact. The fans didn't mind it, in fact I'd be willing to bet they were thrilled to see Predator take the fall he did. Anyways, let's focus on tonight with the situation at hand.
The situation calms down in the locker room as Marvel and Black assess the statement made by Wyvern. They seem to be at ease once again, to the relief of Wyvern.
Marvel: Okay then, but let's talk about another match tonight, your match with Latino. I'm surprised you're not taking this match nearly as serious as I'd figured you would be. Do you think you're ready for Latino? He's got a good run going so far with his title, and you've been out of the loop for awhile.
Wyvern: Seriously Marvel, I am aware of the situation at hand. I've had huge matches before, but this could quite possibly be one of the biggest ones I've had to endure. I know Latino is going to be coming in with a huge advantage, and he's going to expect he'll win. However, he should be ready to expect the unexpected. And no, that doesn't involve anyone running in for my benefit.
A knock on the door alerts the three. Taking a quick look at the clock, they realize it's time for Meltdown's matches to begin. Marvel and Black walk towards the door, as Wyvern looks on.
Wyvern: Good luck you two! Remember, I'll be right here after the match! Keep your focus!
The duo leave, leaving Wyvern alone in the locker room. He starts digging through his locker, finding a pair of headphones and his raven-black iPod. Before he can listen to his mp3 player, a ringing can be heard from his locker. Wyvern reaches into the locker, grabs his cell phone and answers the call.
Wyvern: Hey there! Did you get my message? You did? Well, what's the answer? I see...
Camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 16:42:27 GMT -5
Match 1: Mestarruus vs. New Breed (Davey & Oliver) (Credit: Wyvern)
The crowd is eagerly awaiting some action in the ring, as there has been a brief hiatus in the ACW for the holiday season, following the phenomenal PPV that was Winter Discontent. A large pop is heard when the cameras turn to ringside as Phillip enters the ring, mic in hand, ready to announce the first match of the night, bringing to an end the wait the fans have had to endure during the holiday season.
Phillip: The first match scheduled for tonight is a tag team match, scheduled for one-fall. Introducing first, the team weighing in at a collective 418 pounds, representing the New Breed, Davey Marvel and Oliver Black!
The crowd bursts into a collective cheer as “Cloud Connected” by In Flames hits, as Davey Marvel and Oliver Black emerge from the entranceway. Even though the match was originally intended for a 3 on 2 tag match, Marvel and Black are in high spirits without their fellow member Wyvern, who has refused to follow them to ringside for this match. They walk their way down the ramp, and climb into the ring, mounting opposite turnbuckles to acknowledge the fans as they await the arrival of Mestarruus.
Phillip: Introducing next, the challengers of this match, weighing a combined weight of 440 pounds, Mestarruus!
”Take A Look Around” by Limp Bizkit hits to a very positive reaction from the crowd as Mestarruus, the team comprised of Daredevil and Surion, head down the ramp. They appear to be high on adrenaline, as they slide into the ring, eager to get the match underway, but not before they pay respects to the crowd. Phillip steps out of the ring, as the bell rings.
Both teams send out their most agile member to start the match off, with Oliver Black squaring off against Daredevil. The two men confront each other at mid-ring, and this match is underway. Oliver grapples Daredevil and tackles him down to the ground after a brief power struggle. Oliver goes for a jumping leg drop, but Daredevil rolls out of the way. Daredevil tries to respond with a dropkick to Oliver, but Oliver dodges it in the nick of time. Both men stand up, and Oliver tries to hit a roundhouse kick on Daredevil, who catches his foot. Oliver attempts to hit an enziguri from this situation, but Daredevil ducks as Oliver lands on his feet as Daredevil tries to take Oliver down with a legsweep, which Oliver backflips away from, to a massive pop from the crowd. Both competitors in the ring look at each other, both in approval of each other’s ability to reverse each other’s moves. Daredevil soon gains the upperhand, giving a few chops to Oliver, sending him towards the ropes, and he gives him an irish whip. Oliver doesn’t have time to realize what is going on during his rebound, as he is hit with a cross body block by Daredevil, who tries to capitalize with a quick pin. 1…..kick out by Black, who springs to his feet. Oliver nods in approval of Daredevil’s maneuver, then hits a flipping dropkick, dropping Daredevil to the mat. Not wasting any time, Oliver hits an elbow drop onto Daredevil, and picks him up, pulling him towards the corner where Marvel is waiting, and makes a tag.
Marvel steps into the ring for the first time, as Oliver whips Daredevil into the ropes, and on his rebound, Black hits a legsweep at the same Private Davey Marvel nails a dropkick to a pop from the crowd. Surion is calling for a tag as Oliver hops over the rope, not wanting to get into trouble with the referee. Marvel quickly goes to work on Daredevil, putting him in a Texas cloverleaf. Daredevil winces in pain, but manages to muster enough strength to grab the rope to release the hold. Marvel tries to pick Daredevil up, but Daredevil throws Marvel’s hands away from him, and pushes away from Marvel. With Marvel stumbling backward, he is hit with a clothesline that forces him into the ropes near Surion. With this, Daredevil makes a tag to Surion, as Daredevil mounts the top turnbuckle. Surion grabs Marvel’s legs and pulls him off the rope and into the air, as Daredevil leaps off the top rope with a leg drop, with the crowd whipped into a frenzy of cheers as the maneuver is pulled off successfully. Surion picks up Marvel and delivers a snap suplex, which upon impact Marvel is seen in pain, holding his back from the two back-to-back maneuvers. Surion goes to work on Marvel as Daredevil exits the ring, whipping Marvel into a corner, meeting him there with a well-executed clothesline. As Marvel stumbles forward, Surion gives him a reverse Russian legsweep, sending him down to the mat. Surion hooks Marvel’s leg for the pin. 1….2….kick out by Marvel, just barely getting away from the dreaded three count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 16:43:55 GMT -5
Marvel gets to his feet as Surion gets to his as well, but Marvel kicks Surion in the gut before he can react. Marvel takes Surion and delivers a DDT, taking Surion down to the mat. Marvel takes this time to tag in Oliver, who’s been chomping at the bit to get back into the ring. Oliver runs the ropes and hits a Lionsault onto Surion, as Marvel goes out to the apron. Oliver gets right back up and hits a senton splash, and tries to cover Surion, but Surion moves before the ref can get down to make the count. Surion gets a surge of energy, realizing he’s been on the receiving end for a little bit, and runs at Oliver, who flips Surion over his shoulder. However, Oliver doesn’t realize Surion is on his feet until he falls victim to an inverted facebuster by Surion. Surion rises to his feet, and he’s got the end in sight, as he signals for the Echo Driver. He picks up Oliver in the fireman’s carry prior to executing the move, but is unable to prevent Oliver from shifting his weight, causing both men to fall down, and both stay down for a little while after the impact. Both Marvel and Daredevil realize the importance of their respective teammate getting up before the other, and they work the crowd into two separate chants, one for Oliver and the other for Surion, causing a rift between the crowd, torn between the two competitors. Both men start to rise slowly, avoiding any chance of a knockout by either party, but neither man is actually getting up completely, rising slowly. Oliver gains his strength a millisecond before Surion does, and both men rush towards their members for a tag.
The tag is made by Oliver, and Marvel rushes in, who tackles Surion just inches before he can tag Daredevil, to the surprise of the crowd. Daredevil is visibly dismayed by the near-tag, but that doesn’t stop him from cheering his partner Surion on, who Marvel drags to the middle of the ring and applies the Texas cloverleaf once again. Surion has absolutely nowhere to go, and Marvel applies more pressure than usual, trying to get the win for the New Breed on their first night out. Fueled by the chants by the crowd, Surion gains yet another surge, and manages to crawl to the ropes and release the hold. He fights his way out of Marvel’s grasp and starts going to town on Marvel with punches, and whips Marvel into the ropes, and delivers a nicely executed spinebuster. He picks up Marvel, and tries to deliver a stalling suplex, which Marvel slips out of, spinning Surion around, and he hits a bodyslam, setting up Surion for the 2 Minutes 2 Midnight, which is executed to the disbelief of Daredevil. With encouragement from Oliver, Davey goes out to the apron and signals for the Midnight, and hops onto the top rope. However, Surion has enough left in his tank to rush Marvel and catch him in mid-air, nailing the Echo Driver with a great impact! The crowd roars as Surion flops on top of Marvel, completely exhausted, for the cover as Oliver looks on in shock and Daredevil looks on in delight. 1……2……3!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, via pinfall, Mestarruus!
”Fuel” by Metallica hits as the referee raises both Surion and Daredevil’s hands in victory. Oliver gets into the ring and helps a stunned Davey to his feet, who looks completely exhausted. Both teams look at each other at mid-ring as if a conflict were about to happen, but congratulate each other on a good match, to the delight of the crowd. Daredevil and Surion walk to the back celebrating their victory, as Oliver helps a tired Marvel get to the back, hoping to allow him to get some rest before his match against Angelo Giovanni for the #1 contendership for the Entertainment title. Camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 16:47:45 GMT -5
Segment: Agree to Disagree? (Credit: Latino)
The scene opens up to a dimly lit room. A few light sources are shown but nothing too bright to illuminate the setting. The camera pans a little and stops as it shows Victor Laureano. It looks as if he is facing someone but at the same time his eyes do not meet them.
Latino: I…I don’t know what to say.
Silence enters the room again as Latino stares at ground. The look on his face is a mixture of betrayal and sadness. The one thing that he never expected to occur actually did occur and for the first time in his life he really does not know what to say. A voice belonging to someone not seen from the camera finally breaks the silence as the audience falls to a deep mute wanting to hear who it is and what they have to say.
??: Victor it’s ok. Nothing has nor will change-
Latino cuts off the feminine voice with a louder voice and a touch of anger coming out of his mouth.
Latino: You think so? The truth is things are different Alicia. You are there….with them now.
Ak: Vic-
Latino: No! No quiero oir nada!
Latino gets up and walks towards the door but Atomic grabs his arm. He at first tries to pull away but she holds him close stopping him from leaving. He turns around looking back into her eyes.
Ak: Victor, don’t you even think about starting that now! Do you think this has been an easy decision for me? I need you here with me. I cannot do this alone.
Latino: I can’t be with them. Not after all they put you through…put us through.
Ak: Please, I need your support in this. You have to understand I am not doing this as some kind of power trip…. but someone needs to stand up against Fury and his crap. And when we split up before, you were absolutely right about one thing – I can’t go around putting other people in danger, and that includes you. You’ve got your own battle to fight, your title to defend, and I won’t let any outside influence spoil the title reign that you worked so hard for…. but I still need help, and Rose and Yoko are already targets of Blade and Fury, whether they like it or not. So in a bizarre way, it all makes sense… You can understand that….can’t you?
Silence has now broken free once again inside the room as the couple stare into each other’s eyes. Latino takes a deep breath before he can say anything more.
Latino: ….Alicia…I can understand it, pero I don’t agree with this whole Pain Inc. crap. Look chula, you do what you have to do to settle all this. You know where I am if you need my help and nothing will stop me from making sure you are safe.
The couple lean in close for a kiss as they have done many times in the past but for some reason it never seems repetitive. As Latino leaves the room Atomic’s grasp slowly slips away. He closes the door leaving her inside and as he turns the corner he is confronted by ACW’s interviewer Charlotte.
Charlotte: Victor! Victor!
Latino: Ah dios mios what do you want nena?
Charlotte: I wanted to question you on the rumor of the Spanish Boyz.
Latino: Sí, what about them?
Charlotte: Well rumors are flying about the team debuting in ACW. Since you were one of the original members I was wondering your opinion on that.
Latino: My opinion? Mira nena I’d love for the Spanish Boyz to return but in order for that to happen there needs to be another Hispanic in ACW.
Latino looks around back and forth up and down the hallway….
Latino: Aaaand I don’t see any Boriqua, Mixicano, Cubano, Dominicano, or even a Spaniard but this Rican you are talking to right now. I mean we had Romeo but este nene left after una lucha. So, I’m sorry but the Spanish Boyz can’t return. Now if you excuse me I have to go for my match.
Latino motions to leave and then turns around and looks back at Charlotte.
Latino: Oh yea, you are looking good nena.
Latino walks off out of view of the camera leaving Charlotte standing alone with a smile on her face.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 16:51:15 GMT -5
Segment: Monster Reborn (Credit: RookieMonster)
The screen opens onto a disused air field, we can hear a loud whirring sound, it gets louder as the camera turns to the left and to the right, but nothing can be seen, the whirring gets louder as the cameraman turns directly behind him. We see a black helicopter just about to land, the camera man is knocked back but regains his balance. The helicopter touches down and a man emerges, he runs towards the camera bent double at first to escape the gust of wind from the helicopter but soon straightens up.
He walks towards the camera, he is around six foot seven, muscular and is wearing a designer suit perfectly tailored , he stops directly in front of the camera and takes off his shades, he smiles and begins to talk.
??: I have called you here today, to this abandoned airfield, for a simple reason…..
He looks from side to side, and smiles again.
??: You see I have come to deliver a message, a signal, a prophecy if you will, it goes out to the entire ACW locker room, the management and the fans.
He takes off his jacket and throws it on the ground, he throws his arms to his side.
??: That prophecy is this, Danny Richards has arrived in the ACW!
He puts his arms back down to his sides.
Danny: I have come here today to fulfill my destiny, I challenge any ACW superstar to a match, anytime, anyplace, I will prove to everyone that the Rookie monster does exactly what he says, he annihilates, obliterates and destroys anyone that stands in his way and that’s a promise.
He smiles again and his eyes narrow.
Danny: So I await a challenge from any superstar, but everyone should realize that when I defeat them, a new era will be ushered into the ACW, the era of the Rookie monster Danny Richards and the WHOLE ACW will just have to deal with it!
He starts to walk away but stops and looks back at the camera.
Danny: Whoever accepts my challenge should realize that once you step into the ring with me, My victory is assured and your pain is inevitable……
He turns and walks down the airport runway as the screen fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 16:58:01 GMT -5
Match 2: Eva Vs. Dixie - No DQ match (Credit: Wyvern)
The crowd is running on full octane after the high energy match between Mestarruus and the New Breed, giving a realization to the fans that 2005 will be a tremendous year for the ACW. The fans see Phillip enter the ring once again, and brace themselves for what appears to be yet another quality match here in the ACW, involving the Diva division.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, the diva who hails from Austin, Texas, in her ACW debut match, Dixie Clemets!
”Yankee Rose” by David Lee Roth hits to a large cheer as the stunning southern blonde bombshell walks down the ramp. She waves to the crowd as she makes her way to the ring, wearing her cow-girl chaps outfit. She gets to the apron, and moves into the ring, bending over when she crosses the ropes to give the crowd a quick “view”, resulting in an expected pop from the crowd. Dixie waits in the ring for her opponent.
Phillip: Introducing next, hailing from West Newbury, Massachusetts, Eva!
”Crazy 4 U” hits to another large pop from the crowd as the beautiful Eva makes her way to the ring. She blows kisses to some of the fans in the audience, and even gives a lucky fan a hug. She gets on the ring apron, and walks through the ropes to another pop from the male-dominated crowd, and waits to face Dixie, as the bell rings.
The match begins with the two divas grappling in the middle of the ring. Dixie surprises Eva by winning the initial grapple, and hits a spinning neckbreaker on Eva, getting a very quick start to this match. Eva gets up, shocked to see Dixie’s strength placing her at a disadvantage, but manages to narrowly dodge a clothesline by Dixie, to which Eva utilizes to hit a bulldog on Dixie, bringing her down to the mat. She picks up Dixie, and tries to go for a piledriver, but Dixie counters the attempt and flips Eva over her shoulders, sending Eva down with a hard thump. Dixie moves in and picks up Eva, delivering an Oklahoma slam, sending Eva down yet again. It takes some time for Eva to get back up to her feet, but when she recovers, she charges at Dixie with a full head of steam, which Dixie meets her in the middle of the ring with a spear, keeping Eva from mounting any sort of offense in the match.
Dixie waits for Eva to get up once again, but Eva stays down for some time. As Dixie walks towards Eva, Eva springs up and quickly slaps on a crossface onto Dixie. Dixie is stuck in the middle of the ring, not expecting something like this to happen. However, she uses her strength to get herself up and flip Eva over her shoulder. The crowd cheers at this counter, as Dixie fixes her hair slightly, getting ready for Eva to get up yet again. Eva has had enough with Dixie, and foolishly runs straight at her, but Dixie catches her with a kick to the midsection, and she pulls Eva into a DDT headlock. Dixie smiles as she locks her leg around Eva’s, then signals with her free arm in a lasso-like motion that she’s signaling for the end, and she hits the Clemets Shooter! She covers the motionless Eva for the pin. 1…..2…..3!
Phillip: The winner via pinfall, Dixie!
The crowd cheers as Dixie’s hand is raised in victory. She blows kisses to the crowd in celebration of her victory, and after she has enough of her celebration, she walks over to Eva. She offers a hand to Eva to help her up, which Eva accepts, and she raises Eva’s arm to a good pop from the crowd. Dixie proves to be a woman of sportsmanship, as she helps Eva to the back as the camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 17:00:21 GMT -5
Segment: A new “Macho” force (Credit: RDK)
The sold out crowd of the ACW arena is still fired up for this evening, every event beforehand tonight has been extraordinary and the fan's ate it right up! The one thing that could fire them up more..."Macho Man" by Village People Blasts through the arena shattering glass windows as The Macho Man shakes his way down the ramp to roof breaking cheers. Macho salutes to the crowd and slides in the ring with a mic in hand, he then puts it up to his lips and the people of New Jersey grow quiet...
Randy Dallas Kanyon: FINALLLY...THE MACHO MAN....
Crowd: HAS COME BACK…..
Randy Dallas Kanyon/Crowd: TO NEW...JERSEY!
The crowd goes bonkers and several are escorted out of the arena by security for beginning to strip naked, mainly the women.
Randy: Ooooh Yeah, I AM THE MACHO MAN BRUDA! At the ppv The Macho Man, like every other day, HAD TO OVERCOME ALL ODDS!
The crowd gives a pop in anticipation of the great promo to come.
Randy: We had The Hand Of Albion, which looks like it was used to wipe Saint Margarita's...
Crowd: ASS!
Randy: ...Then we got Yoko, the japanese SCHOOL GIRL! You come on down...
Macho gets into an impression, squints eyes and puts on a chinese hat.
Randy: Wa-souw-Bee!
The crowd bursts out in laughter as The Macho Man holds his pose for about 5 seconds before getting Machoey again.
Randy: Then of course, The rootin’ tootin, big ass bootin, hated by colorado, HIS NAME IS BLADESHADOOOWWWWW!
Crowd begins to make chants of "BS sucks" "BS Sucks"
Randy: Then we got Aunt Jemima, the WORLD Champion, well aunt jemima, I suggest you wiggle on down, go to the kitchen, make me a sandwich, AND STICK IT STRAIGHT UP YOUR CANDYASS!
Crowd goes insane, then there is a brief pause...
Randy: Then we have the biggest peice...of Monkey crap, to ever grace, god's green earth... looks up at sky, eyebrow cocked way high above sunglasses The-The-the-the-the-the-the-LONDON!! Its the London, Oooh yeah, the whiny bitchy bitch who thinks Im no more then a kool aid pitcher wanna be. Well guess what London, if I RECALL, you never had the world title belt, OOOOH YEAH!
Again the crowd loses their breath in laughter, but then Macho Man signals for all to settle down and listen up.
Randy: With that out of the way, I'd like to announce that lately there have been lots of groups emerging, our fed is being run over by...cocks eyebrow...untouchables...Yes these untouchables are the very factions you see here today brudas, now all my machomaniacs, WE KNOW that the evil is bad, WE KNOW that the vitamins are good, WE KNOW that someone’s screwing someone, THIS VERY MOMENT!
Crowd goes silent.
Randy: Allow me to demonstrate...
RDK takes out remote control to reveal a hidden camera in Oliver and Primera's room, it appears as if they are to "get it on" but Oliver angrily notices the camera and spin wheel kicks it outta commission.
Randy: I rest my case.
Crowd laughs, and seriously hopes that that was a joke.
Randy: Now we got something Ive been meaning to say brudas, with all those new evil factions, this fed is gonna turn into EvilMania brudas. Run by jabronis and NO machomaniacs! We cant have that brudas, so I am making my own stable, starting tonight, revealing my first member...Michael KROSS!
The crowd gasps in surprise to see Mike climb over the crash barriers and slide into the ring. Yes, he’s Macho now, macho enough to be called “Mike”…..
Randy: This faction will take the cake brudas, its gonna be hollla holla good fun...err...OOOOOH YEAH! This faction will run these others out of town brudas, and the other two members will be revealed on MONDAY!!! But why did Kross join, its simple...
Rdk hands mic to Kross.
Kross: For The Holy Father...
The crowd laughs as RDK and Kross make their way backstage, with the crowd puzzled as to who their next members of the faction will be...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 17:02:29 GMT -5
Segment: “Family” business (Credit: Davey Marvel)
The camera fades from black. The segment begins with Davey standing outside of an Italian pizza parlor and has on a leather jacket with a wife beater on under it, he appears to have a 5 o'clock shadow. He is leaning up on an IROC-Z muscle car. It seems as though Davey is trying to make a mockery of the Italian Culture. He reaches in the car and grabs an Italian flag from the front passenger side. Davey unfolds the flag and spreads it across the hood of the car. He begins to speak.
Davey (in a bad Italian accent): How you doin... I am here at my bruda pollie’s pizza parlor here in Brooklyn New York to have me a slice of pie. I would be much obliged if you would join me... so come on in...
He begins to walk in and bumps into a fellow Italian pedestrian. They both shout profanity at one another and the chin gestures are exchanged.
Davey: Excuse him and his infinite rudeness, some Italians just don't know how to behave, what can I say. Let's go in.
He walks into the pizzaria, where it appears some associates you may know by the names of Wyvern and Oliver Black are behind the counter and are mocking and inflating every Italian Stereotype in the book.
Wyvern (another stunningly bad Italian accent): Hello, bruda Davey so nice to see you, what will it be today?
Oliver (in an even worse approximation of anglo – Italian): Oh Davey I am a guessing you will have a da usual today.
Davey: No Polly I am not eating today, I am here with some friends to show them the “marvelous” Italian culture.
Wyvern: Oh I see, we are a classy bunch...
Wyvern drops some pizza dough on the floor, picks it up and puts it back on the pizza pan.
Oliver: I can see the interest in the culture it is so beautiful and tasteful...
Ideas of the Godfather, Sopranos and Goodfellas are filling the heads of everyone watching...
Davey: I am sorry to say we must leave Polly...
Oliver: Oh NO not so soona Davey...
Davey: Yes I am sorry I musta leave you now...
Davey walks back out to the IROC-Z and gets in and sits down, puts on his Bucket hat and takes off revving his engine. The crowd is laughing hard as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 17:03:25 GMT -5
Match 3: Angelo vs. Davey Marvel – Entertainment Title #1 contender Match (Credit: Latino)
With the crowd still sniggering, Philip is slightly nervous as he steps into the ring to announce the next match.
Phillip: Coming to ring accompanied by The Duke….Angelo Giovanni!
The FBI's music starts playing as Angelo walks down to the ring as the fans in attendance start booing loudly and at one point a close fan throws a drink. It misses Angelo and hits his newest manager The Duke. Angelo starts yelling at the fans but then makes his way to the ring. He rolls inside raising his arms up in early victory much to the disgust to the fans; if he’s insulted by Davey’s little skit, he’s conserving his anger to assist him in the approaching match.
Phillip: And his opponent, part of the New Breed….Davey Marvel!
More Human than Human NIN Remix by White Zombie hits, and Davey Marvel comes out to a mixed reception – a few of the fans are of Italian extraction themselves and are not best pleased by his joke. Davey yells at just such a fan and then pushes him back into the crowd with a smile on his face. He slides inside the ring and stares down Angelo. He notices The Duke standing at ringside but doesn’t really pay him much attention, being solely focused on his other opponent for the night.
Bell Rings.
The two men in the ring circle each other both realizing that this match could make or break their chances at the Entertainment Title. Angelo walks over with a cocky strut and eye rakes Davey in the face. Obviously, Davey is showing a bit of his rookie side and Angelo takes advantage of this as he clotheslines Davey knocking him down to the mat. Angelo stands up Davey and tries for a stalling suplex but the big man stops him before he can get him off the ground. The two men stare each other briefly until Davey pushes back a few steps. He quickly kicks Angelo and goes for a DDT but Angelo reverses it into a back body drop. Angelo runs towards the ropes and gives Marvel the Mama Mia, Diving Leg Drop. He goes for the cover One..Tw-kickout by Marvel. The fans are still divided over Marvel, and one fan screams out “Get rid of the hosses!” Angelo gets up yelling at the fans. Meanwhile, Marvel gets up crouching and clips Angelo’s knee. He quickly locks on the sleeper hold. Angelo fights to break out of the hold while Marvel works to keep him away from the ropes. The Duke comes around to the side of the ring trying to push the ropes closer to Angelo but Marvel makes sure the gap is too large. Davey finally breaks the hold and locks on the Texas cloverleaf. The ref kneels down asking Angelo if he wants to quit while The Duke takes this opportunity to pull Marvel off and deliver a jab to the face.
Both men are laying on the mat as the ref makes his count One…Two…The Duke on the outside is shouting Angelo on trying to get him back up. The extended break in the action doesn’t go down too well; fans in attendance are chanting “Boriiiing!” over and over. But Angelo’s been in such a situation before, and knows how to handle it; he crawls over to the turnbuckle and uses it to help himself up. He looks down at Marvel and climbs the turnbuckle. He dives off the turnbuckle with a big elbow drop but Marvel rolls out of the way at the last second. Davey gets back up and stands Angelo in the middle of the ring. He climbs over the ropes and signals for the Midnight. The Duke runs towards Davey and pulls his leg causing him to fall down smacking his face against the apron. The ref yells at the Duke as Angelo rolls to the outside and immediately kicks Davey in the face. He grabs him and Irish whips him towards the steps but it’s reversed by Marvel sending Angelo crashing. Marvel rolls him into the ring and pulls off a T-Bone suplex. He goes for the pin but Angelo kicks out at two; the two men have brought the fans back onside and now the noise in the arena is building as both men search for victory. Marvel, now getting angry goes to the outside for a weapon, determined to finish Angelo for good. The Duke slides a chair into the ring but the ref sees this. He kicks it towards the apron and yells at the Duke to go to the back. The Duke won’t go arguing back with the ref. Marvel slides back in the ring with a chair in hand as the ref is distracted. Angelo at the same time grabs the chair at the apron and stands up with his back turned towards Marvel. Both men near each other each armed with chairs ready to strike. Angelo turns around swinging his chair. At the same time, Marvel swings as well. Both men hit one another with their respective chairs causing a loud metallic sound echoing throughout the arena. At the same time when this happens the referee turns around seeing the clash of the chairs by the two men. He immediately calls for the bell by the timekeeper.
Phillip: This match up has resulted in a double disqualification!
Angelo and Davey both are knocked unconscious by the chair shots as the Duke slides in the ring trying to help Angelo regain consciousness. The fans in attendance are stunned as no one is sure who will now get a shot for the Entertainment Title, and a vigorous debate is underway as EMTs carry both Davey and Angelo away to the back to recover.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 17:04:31 GMT -5
Segment - Girl Trouble (Credit: BK London)
A long limo pulls into the parking lot and the crowd wonders who could be inside – they don’t have to wait long to find out. As the limo stops the limo driver gets out the front and walks all the way to the door and opens it. As he does, BK London steps out of the limo slowly, wearing a sling on his arm as a result from the Moonsault off the top of the cage from RDK at Winter Discontent. As he steps out he turns around and Kiley steps out of the limo behind him.
Kiley: You sure you can compete tonight?
BK: Yea, I’m sure. All I need is to get it bandaged up.
Kiley: Ok, I'll accompany you in your match.
BK and Kiley walk down the hall and they run into Rena.
Rena: Why, hello BK. How's that arm?
BK: It’s doi---
Kiley (interrupting): IT’S FINE !!! Come on BK, let’s get away from this trash.
Crowd: Ohhhhhhhhhh !!!!
BK and Kiley begin to walk off but Rena is angered by Kiley’s rudeness and snipes right back.
Rena: Who are you calling trash, Bitch?
The crowd gasps again; Kiley turns around.
Kiley: Bitch, I’m calling you trash. And if you don't get your scrawny ass away from my husband I will beat the holy shit out of you.
BK: Kiley, watch your language…..
Rena: You wanna settle this now?
Kiley: Let’s go!
Kiley and Rena walk up to each other and are about to get it on but Ginger rounds the corner in the nick of time and stops the both of them.
Ginger: Woah, if we are gonna fight tonight we will settle this in the ring. BK, your singles match with RDK tonight has just turned into an Intergender Match. It will now be BK London and Kiley vs RDK and Rena! Now get to your locker rooms all of you, because your match is coming up soon.
Ginger walks away; Kiley and Rena march off to the locker rooms, as BK London follows Kiley.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 17:05:42 GMT -5
Segment: Still Invincible (Credit: Torak)
The ambience in the brimming arena heightens as the show rolls on. Almost unexpectedly the crowd are plunged into darkness and mechanical jolts blurt from the speakers, lapsing the crowd into a state of detestation, their hatred obviously directed at the imminent arrival of the unhallowed couple. Sure enough, confirming the fans’ predictions two figures appear on stage. They are revealed, as a dim beam of light follows them, as Cordelia, the silver tongued witch, and Torak, the powerful beast. They slowly strut to the ring side by side absorbing the negativity as they pass the rabid spectators, some who shout obscenities directed at the pair.
Cordelia has formed a smirk on her face as she makes her way to the ring, clutching the arm of her fiancé. Upon reaching their desired destination she releases her grip on Torak’s arm and crosses his path. She ascends the steps and walks along the apron before stepping into the ring under Torak’s heavy gaze. Torak follows her in, taking his preferred route of up onto the apron then stepping over the top rope. At this point, the timekeeper slides a microphone into the ring, unwilling to act as the lackey for Torak this time. Torak glares at the timekeeper as he sits down and breathes in heavily. Cordelia passionately rubs Torak on his mighty chest and shoots him a smile. He nods his approval to Cordelia then swoops down to collect the mic, snatching it off the canvas, still staring evilly at the timekeeper. He hands the mic to Cordelia who accepts it gratefully before strutting seductively around the ring. She smirks at the crowd who boo her inordinately. She happily ingests the hatred and uses it only as motivation for her impending speech.
Cordelia: As surprising as this may sound, Torak and I are glad to be back, regardless of the fact that we’re surrounded by incompetence and are subjected to the pestiferous company of you people.
The obviously cheap verbal shot pays off as she coaxes an ample amount of heat from the crowd. It also entices a derogatory chant directed at Cordelia, but she is not easily offended. She shrugs off the attempt to demoralise her and bides her time in continuing, waiting patiently for the crowd to simmer down.
Cordelia: As you are all aware, the last time Torak and I were present in a ring was at Winter Discontent, probably one of the greatest events in ACW’s reputable history. My opinions on Winter Discontent are certainly known so I won’t reiterate my thoughts and feelings on the events that unfolded. Instead, I would rather take this opportunity to ask you people, survey your people’s opinions on what you witnessed at Winter Disconent. Tell me, did you all enjoy the show?
The crowd cheer in approval, rating the last Pay-Per-View highly. However, there is a somewhat shocked reaction to Cordelia’s uncharacteristic concern for vox populi.
Cordelia: Most notably, of all the matches at Winter Discontent, the most anticipated match was of course, the six person, two ring, hell in a cell match for the World Title. Of course, it must have been high profile, as it was of the many matches that kept Torak unscheduled for the entire event. But I’ll get to that later. What I would like to know right now is, what did you all think of the main event? Did you enjoy the match?
The enquiry is responded by another cheer of approval. Cordelia nods her head while glancing at Torak who glares back at her, into her eyes.
Cordelia: I agree. For once I actually find myself agreeing with you . . . people. I agree that the main event was something very special, the type of match that only occurs once in a blue moon. A match that, whoever is involved will leave their mark in wrestling history for all time. It truly was a grand spectacle.
The fans cheer Cordelia’s honesty and she smiles warmly to the crowd as Torak’s gaze wanders throughout the sold out arena.
Cordelia: It was purely a mark of genius, and the person responsible should really be commended for bringing about such a match. Yes, in fact, I believe that all you people, and myself should really show our gratitude for a fabulous main event by applauding the very man responsible.
Cordelia takes a moment to tuck the microphone underneath her thin white arm then begins to applaud. This encourages a few fans to join in then eventually spreading to the whole arena. Everybody applauds and cheers wildly as Cordelia then takes the microphone in hand again. She waits for the applause to end and the last few claps can be heard before she continues.
Cordelia: You have all done the right think in applauding the man responsible…that man being of course…Torak!
The mood changes suddenly as the crowd realise that Cordelia is not trying to congratulate another man, but merely attempting to put Torak over. The crowd retaliate with some heel heat but that only really supplies Cordelia with what she wanted. She shrugs to Torak who chuckles to himself and eventually she is allowed to carry on.
Cordelia: I’m surprised you hadn’t understood who I was referring to from the beginning. I mean, Torak was the one who decimated most of the names in that main event. If you can recall, just over a month ago during the ten man battle royal for number one contendership for the World title, Torak was the person who played a major part in the abrupt ending of the match, forcing there to be no new number one contender. If it weren’t for Torak, at Winter Discontent you could’ve witnessed a boring one on one match between Kaesar and…well, just anybody. Torak made that match happen, and you should be grateful!
The crowd do not show gratitude however as they persist with the heat for the wicked play of emotion on the fans. They do not take kindly to being fooled so easily.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 17:06:34 GMT -5
Cordelia: Can you imagine, there was a possibility that you could have been subjected to somebody like…like…BK London…or RDK winning the title! Can you image that!?
The fans can imagine it, and their imagination is obviously pleasing as they respond with cheers for what could have been…not that they would have sacrificed the match that did occur for them though.
Cordelia: It’s unthinkable. ACW could have been ruined by the poor buyrates and ratings received for a main event such as that.
Cordelia takes a moment, pausing to collect her thoughts and to change her tone, starting again.
Cordelia: But that’s not why we’ve come out here tonight. No, no, no. I haven’t come out here to waste our precious interview time to talk about ACW…no. Instead, I’ve come out to talk about my favourite subject, the one thing I love in this world…and that’s Torak!
Cordelia gives Torak a smile and passionately rubs his chest. The fans are sickened by this and respond with more heel heat. Honestly, any more heat from these fans and Cordelia will get a tan.
Cordelia: Because a five star main event was not the only thing Torak was responsible for. Torak was also instrumental in the return of Amo The Great.
The mere mention of his name draws a large pop from the crowd. Not quite on the scale of his actual return at Winter Discontent, but not far off at all.
Cordelia: Yes, at Winter Discontent, where Torak was excluded from the schedule, we decided to take matters into our own hands and make our own schedule. We made it a point to come out and talk to you people, let you know how we are and we made our claim that nobody can beat Torak one on one. This was before we were rudely interrupted by the return of ACW’s prodigal beast. He came out here and disturbed our mic time and claimed that he would be the one to refute our claim. Well Amo, I hate to tell you this, but you are nothing but a failure. The claim I stated was true as you could not get the job done, not even in the time limit granted. In fact, you were lucky you didn’t lose…which Torak could have, and probably should have made sure of. But you see, nobody stated that Torak had to beat you, merely stop you from beating him and that’s what he did. You tried and couldn’t beat him…Torak didn’t try but still nearly beat you. If you and Torak were ever to meet again in this ring, Torak would make no mistake about it…I’m sure of it…but until then our claim continues true.
This brings me to the real reason why we are out here. After Amo failed to beat Torak at Winter Discontent you people are probably wondering who, if anyone, could beat Torak one on one? There isn’t anyone with the ability is what you’re probably thinking. However, there is someone who, although Torak doesn’t fear, he is apprehensive toward him. This man I believe would give Torak the biggest challenge he’s ever faced, and if Torak was to beat him somehow then that would definitely corroborate our claim that Torak is unbeatable.
Now, instead of wasting time of building up a match I have offered him a match, one on one with Torak…right now!
The crowd give a cheer and speculate who could be the person that Torak fears. The lights dim and there is silence apart from a few names being shouted by random fans. Some say Rose, some say Ridley…some chant RDK. Then music hits… it is familiar music. It is not greeted by a pop; it’s more of a disappointed groan. It’s Gary! He struts to the ring, a little more enthusiastic than he should be, slapping the hands of some fans on his way down. Cordelia takes this moment to exit the ring as Gary slides in and goes toe to toe with Torak. On the outside Cordelia smirks and makes a sarcastic gesture. Torak doesn’t flinch as Gary talks trash to him. A referee appears and slides into the ring to separate the two. Once happy he calls for the bell.
Torak just glances at Gary, curiously as he takes a moment to climb the turnbuckle and pose for the fans who greet him with a sympathetic cheer. A sort of “Yeah, you’re gonna get murdered” cheer.
Gary hops down and approaches Torak. With no hesitation he starts launching some furious right hands. They knock Torak back one step with each blow and eventually backs Torak into the corner. Gary hits a high elbow to the masked face of Torak before attempting to whip him across the ring.
Torak, however, is too big and strong for that and ends up reversing, sending Gary into the corner instead. Gary bounces off the turnbuckle pads and dazedly wanders toward Torak. Torak delivers a boot to the midsection then hooks Gary in a front facelock. He looks around at the crowd then at Cordelia who applauds him. He then lifts Gary, at first like an Implant DDT but as Gary is in the air Torak quickly spins him around and drops him, and falls himself into a sitout powerbomb. An impressive move by a large man. Torak makes the cover and the referee drops to his knees to administer the three count.
Torak pushes himself to his feet and looks down at the pathetic body of Gary. He hunches over and grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. He just holds him steady for a while, staring at him before shaking his head. He then proceeds to launch Gary out of the ring over the top rope, sending him crashing the floor outside. Cordelia meanwhile has re-entered the ring and joins Torak. She laughs wickedly at Torak’s latest victim and rubs Torak on the chest with a smile. She lovingly wraps her arms around his head and embraces him, and then with their point made the pair stalk off to celebrate their “victory” as the fans boo and jeer even harder than before, and the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 30, 2004 17:07:34 GMT -5
Match 4: Primera Vs. Tonya - Non-Title Match
The Divas have put on one interesting contest tonight, and now it’s time for round 2.
Philip: This is an ACW Diva Division match, set for one fall…..introducing first, from New York City…..Tonya Walker!
”Pass that Dutch” hits, and Tonya gets a good pop from the crowd as she walks to the ring. Tonya is not the most experienced of the Divas, but she is committed and determined to put on a good display for the ACW faithful.
Philip: And her opponent, from Seattle Washington…..the ACW Diva Champion, Primera Black!
”Killing in the name of” hits, and Primera is up for a good battle as she heads to the ring. She is still riding the crest of the wave from Winter Discontent, and though the match is not for the title she has no intention of conceding it lightly. Both ladies are in the ring and ready to start, and the ref sees no reason to delay.
Bell Rings.
The ladies are not slow to engage with one another; they grapple in the centre of the ring until Primera manages to hook one of Tonya’s feet with her own and unbalance her so that Primera can deliver a strong suplex. Primera goes for a lightning pin, but Tonya rolls away before the count even gets started. Back on their feet, the girls exchange a couple of stinging blows before Tonya whips Primera to the ropes; Primera grabs the ropes to stop her motion, and Tonya runs forward to try and knock Primera backwards out of the ring. Primera lifts up her feet and kicks, sending Tonya backward on to her butt – with the crowd shouting loudly Primera hurries to the corner and climbs up hoping to drop on to Tonya, but her opponent is already back on her feet and Tonya gamely climbs up after Primera. The two ladies struggle standing on the top and second ropes; Primera tries to kick Tonya away again, but this time Tonya braces by holding the ropes to either side of her and then grasps Primera to deliver a massive superplex with impressive skill. Tonya falls on top of Primera for a pin, but the Diva champion kicks at the 2 count, encouraged by the crowd. As the ladies find their feet, Primera encourages the crowd to cheer further for her, and although they do this Tonya is sensible enough not to let it make her act rashly. She just smiles at Primera and challenges her to bring it; Primera is not the sort to resist, and she runs forward to meet Tonya head on. The two women clash violently; they both rebound and stagger, but it’s Primera who recovers her senses that little bit faster, and she DDTs Tonya before going for a pin of her own, which is also good for a 2 count.
The women lock up again; Tonya exerts more force this time, and she drives Primera back against one of the turnbuckles before starting to punch and kick the smaller diva in the chest and gut. Primera fights back, elbowing Tonya in the neck as she goes for a particularly nasty kick, and Tonya has to jump back quickly to stop herself being hit with a second DDT in quick succession. Primera dashes forward, going for a spear, and Tonya has to act quickly to catch and lift Primera into a fireman’s carry. With Primera held aloft, Tonya smiles at the camera before slamming Primera down as hard as she can; Tonya makes a cover and gets a count of 2.5. Primera struggles back to her feet – her hair is straggly and in disarray, but her eyes flicker with determination and as Tonya closes the gap between them she lashes out with a spinning kick of considerable force that strikes Tonya in the side of her head. Tonya staggers sideways, made dizzy by the blow, and Primera moves in behind her foe before executing a neat german suplex. The crowd cheers Primera on, however Tonya will not be intimidated and she ducks a punch from Primera, grabbing the arm and twisting around into an armdrag to send Primera to the mat. Tonya jumps back to her feet, and as Primera is finding hers she quickly sets up for the Pedigree. But Primera won’t play along – she’s still kneeling, and Tonya tries to force her to stand, but Primera instead starts trying to push forward, inching along on her knees and forcing Tonya back toward the ropes. Tonya still has Primera’s arms hooked up, but Primera pulls one arm free and grabs on to the middle rope – the ref gives the 5 count and then Tonya has to concede defeat. Primera rolls away as she’s released; Tonya is now getting frustrated, and she chases Primera down, looking for her snap powerbomb finisher. As Tonya makes a grab, Primera whips her to the ropes; it’s only a short distance, and Tonya doesn’t have any chance of avoiding Primera’s dropkick on her return. Tonya is brought down hard to the canvas, and Primera pins with a hooked leg to obtain the 1-2-3 count.
Philip: Here is your winner…..Primera Black!
The match has been swiftly and intensely fought; Primera is growing in confidence with every contest, but she remembers to thank Tonya and help her to her feet before she climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate. She’s anxious to get backstage and discuss the match with her brother, and she waves to the crowd as she walks back up the ramp before disappearing through the curtain, her task for the night accomplished.
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