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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:31:21 GMT -5
Match #5: BK London vs Latino – Street Fight (Opening Credit: BK London)
The crowd is still trying to take in Orochi’s announcement as the ring is set up for the eighth match, but their attention snaps right back to the centre of things as Philip lifts his mic, ready to go to work.
Philip: This is a singles match under streetfight rules, set for one fall! Introducing first, from New York…………….Latino!
”I stand alone” hits, and the crowd sounds not at all happy to see Latino as he heads to the ring. His eyes are dark and do not reflect any light back, making them seem all the more sinister; Philip stays well back as Latino enters the ring and paces about, determined to finish the job he has started…….
…but this isn’t going to be easy, and the fans are already getting louder as the lights in the arena go out.
Phillip: And making his return to the ring from Brooklyn, New York………….B-K London !!
"Breathe" by Fabulous blazes through the speakers and the crowd are on their feet giving BK London the biggest crowd reaction of the night so far. The fans have been waiting for his return ever since the accident on September 30th; on the titantron it shows B-K London's new entrance video pulsing in time with the beat of the song. Suddenly a light shines brightly from the stage and BK London's shadow is shown as he stands with one arm in the air with a kendo stick in his hand. As the lights return to normal BK London turns around and reveals his new look; during his absence he has grown in muscle mass and he has changed his ringwear, the BK London logo now outlined in white on otherwise black tights. BK walks down to the ring looking focused and concentrated; he climbs up on the apron and he places the Kendo Stick in the corner. BK climbs up to the top rope to get a standing ovation from the crowd. BK finally steps down and he hops over the top rope and both Latino and BK exchange glances. BK then shows a very slightly evil smirk and the referee signals for the bell.
Bell Rings.
For all his fighting talk, London isn’t about to get into a brawl with Latino straight off; Latino makes a move forward, but London keeps back. Latino smirks and taunts London…and gets a sudden powerful blow in response when his guard is down. Now the fight proper kicks off; Latino whips London to the ropes and goes for a spinebuster, but London counters it and turns the momentum against Latino to bring him down on his front. London starts stamping Latino on his back, forcing Latino to shift away, but this does not discourage him and Latino comes right back in with a swinging kick that knocks London back into a corner. Latino charges in for a turnbuckle splash; London raises a boot to counter but Latino responds by jumping up high and performing what looks like a kind of top – rope bronco buster. Latino then starts punching London in the head, but London ducks and pops up behind Latino, hooks his arms so they’re back to back and then drops on to his knees, swinging Latino down and forward so that he is driven head – first into the canvas. London makes a cover, and gets about 1.5 before Latino kicks away. Both men regain their feet and now Latino is in his element; he brawls like a true streetfighter, pummeling London with short sharp jabs…..and then he sees London’s “toy” still in one of the corners. With London halted for a second, Latino runs in and snatches up the Kendo stick; he takes a swing, and London evades by rolling backward. Latino though is ready for this, and he mentally calculates where London will be before jumping and spinning, swinging the stick at the same time. Latino’s mental math is excellent, and the crowd audibly winces as Latino breaks the stick in half across London’s forehead, leaving splinters in the flesh.
London is not amused by this; he’s a touch wobbly as he gets up, but this doesn’t stop him from launching a ferocious counter attack, driving Latino back to the ropes and then producing one of his favoured combinations; a snapmare which blends smoothly into a strong dropkick. London drops and covers, and almost gets 2, before Latino rolls him over and hammers away on his face whilst using his own weight to hold London down (albeit that his shoulders are still mobile). London eventually shifts Latino off, and the pair jump up and charge one another again; London clotheslines Latino, but Latino flips right over backward to his beet and then nails London with a superkick as he turns to execute his next move. The crowd boos, but Latino just flips them off and piledrives London to set up a pin of his own, which is good for a 2 count. Latino’s keen to make the most of this, and again he makes use of the turnbuckle by using a released german suplex to send London back into one of them. As London slumps, Latino slides out of the ring; he pulls London so that his head is dangling over the apron, and the crowd reacts with alarm as Latino climbs back up…and delivers the Houston Hangover to the outside, almost snapping London’s neck in the process. London collapses out of the ring, and Latino looks under the ring for a weapon, but he’s just slightly too close to his foe and this lets London roll over, grab Latino’s leg and wrench it from under him so that Latino falls and smashes his face on the apron. Latino rolls clutching his nose, and London bundles him back into the ring, taking a chair with him, and clatters Latino on the back a couple of times before rolling him up. Latino is still in some pain, and his eyes blaze with anger as he breaks out. The metaphorical gloves are off, and from here on in it’s no longer a game….it’s war.
Latino slides out of the ring; London chases after him and swings the chair, but he misses and a tug of war ensues over the ropes, the result of which being that Latino drags both London and the chair over the ropes and down to the outside. Both men are determined to retain the weapon; it seems that Latino has the upper hand, but then London changes tack and uses the chair as an extension of his arms, whipping Latino against the steps. London runs in to dropkick Latino, who is in possession of the chair, but Latino moves himself out of the way and lets London hit both the chair which he holds out and the steps behind. London yells from pain in his feet, and Latino smirks at the worried faces of the fans in the front; he moves in on London as he stands up and then swiftly executes a Russian Legsweep that drives London’s head into the corner of the steel. The fans cry out, and London is seen to be bleeding a little; this though delights Latino, and he yells abuse at some of London’s fans as their hero tries to right himself. The camera zooms in on London, and the look on his face shows a man at the end of his tether; Latino turns and sees this same look, and for a second his cockiness falters. Despite this, he lays into London once more with a few punches and then sends him hurtling toward the barrier; but London is ready for this, and with amazing agility he leaps on to the barricade and jumps away in a single movement to hit Latino with a moonsault. Now London’s fans are revived, and chants of “B-K! B-K!” rock the arena. Spotting the dropped chair, London hastily picks up Latino into a fireman’s carry and slams him down on to it, before completing the move with a standing SSP to huge applause. London slaps his chest and bellows “COME ON!!”, and the crowd responds with all their heart and soul as Latino pulls himself to his feet, anger and hate surging through him more with every second.
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:32:21 GMT -5
The punching and kicking resumes, and Latino pushes London around the side of the ring until they’re in view of the announce tables. Latino is getting the upper hand in spite of London’s legions of supporters, and he taunts them all as he batters London against one of the ring posts. As he’s doing this, however, Latino is distracted by something and this give London a moment to fight backwith chops to the chest before using a swinging backbreaker. As London hops up to the apron and goes for a diving elbow drop, the cause of Latino’s faltering is shown to be a certain Miss Kitsune, who’s sitting on the guardrail next to Philip and evidently discussing her little brush with TNT (judging by the Cena – esque “You can’t see me” hand wave that she’s doing). She watches the match, but her expression is hard to read, and she show no bias toward or against either competitor. Her presence though is clearly needling Latino; having got up from London’s attack he looks to be heading over to find out what’s going on, but London interrupts from behind and scoops Latino up before slamming him on to the guard rail. Latino rolls off and makes the front row abandon their positions, but as London approaches Latino pops up and delivers a diamond cutter on to the barrier that London can’t block. The crowd cries out, and London has difficulty as he tries to stand, wobbling away from Latino; Latino smirks and leaps on to the barrier, runs along it and dives into a spear – only to meet the now dented chair which London has picked up and swung at the last second. Latino’s flight is abruptly stopped, and as the crowd cheer London decides that it’s time to wrap things up.
Quickly, London dives under the ring and pulls out a table; he sets it up and dumps Latino on to it before heading to the corner. He climbs to the top and raises both arms; the distance is a bit of a stretch for London To Brooklyn, so he improvises with a springboard from the ropes into a 450 splash. The table’s destroyed and both men almost are as well; it’s many seconds before a battered London gets to his feet, rolls Latino in to the ring, and pins. Many think it’s all over…..but Latino throws up his arm just before 3, his experience now coming into play and helping him overcome these kinds of impacts. London thumps the mat, but he’s even more surprised when Latino rights himself and shouts at him to goad him again; London’s had all he can take of Latino’s attitude, and with a yell he charges forward. Latino firms up and London bounces off, slightly dazed; Latino then picks up London and delivers a brainbuster suplex before following that with a leg drop. Confident that London is sufficiently stunned, Latino goes to the corner and signals for the frog splash; cameras go off and he gets huge air, slamming down on to London and staying there for the pin. The ref is inches from 3 when London responds, and his fans are beside themselves; Latino curses, and with care he picks London up and starts to set up for the vertical suplex. But as he puts London under his arm, London springs the trap; he twists the arm and kicks Latino in the gut before firing the Revolver. The fans are screaming “PIN! PIN!” London isn’t done; he rushes to the corner and the roof shifts a bit from the vibration as he signals for his Brooklyn To London finisher. There’s only the briefest pause before he takes flight, and he sails gracefully in perfect rotation….but there’s nobody home as he lands, with Latino shifting at the absolute last moment. London’s head spins, and this time he can’t counter as Latino sets up and hits one triple vertical, two…..London struggles, but Latino’s will is unshakeable and the impact is staggering as he nails the third and final vertical. London takes a powerful blow to the back of his head, and is too out of it to respond in time as Latino pins and gets the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner…….Latino!
The crowd is obviously disappointed with the result; they boo Latino furiously, but he just stalks around, glaring at London before turning away. There’s no celebration, which is odd considering the tension that existed between the pair, and Latino doesn’t seem to know how to react. As he turns back toward the centre of the ring, expecting to see the ref, but instead he sees AK waiting for him. Latino folds his arms and glares.
Latino: So what do you want?
AK just looks at him; her eyes do not give any clue as to how she’s feeling.
AK: I just came to see a great match, and that certainly was one. Congratulations.
They continue to look at one another; AK waits for a reply, but none is forthcoming. So instead she turns away to where London is picking himself up, rubbing his head; she bends down and takes his hand, helping him to stand. London looks hugely disappointed, and his shoulders sag, but AK keeps hold of his hand until his eyes meet hers.
AK: Hey, are you ok? That was one heck of a match you just fought.
London: Yeah, no permanent damage.
Latino is still watching this; he remains impassive, but behind the blank look a flood of emotions are jockeying for position. London glances at Latino, and then shrugs.
London: I gave it my best…I have no regrets.
London turns around to the crowd.
London: I just want to thank all my incredible fans…..did you guys enjoy that?
The response is immediate and thunderous, and London grins.
London: Then what more can I say? Turning to AK: I’m going to head back and cool off….
He offers her his hand and holds down the middle rope. AK and Latino’s gazes meet for just a second.
AK: Yes, I’ve got to finish getting ready…..I have business of my own to take care of.
She takes London’s hand, and they leave the ring, two friends together, nothing more. Yet Latino can’t take his eyes off them as they walk away, and only when they’re out of sight does he leave the ring himself, head down and clearly struggling with some significant turmoil within.
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:36:55 GMT -5
BK walks around on his way to the next location, but is stopped by Surion, in front of a TV screen.
Surion: Hey buddy, whats up? So I hear your doing a “From The Vault” deal. That’s awesome, but I was thinking, if they are gonna show the best of BK London, then its only fair that they see me too. I have been searching the miles and miles of footage, trying to find a clip that includes you versus me, one on one. The only one that I could find came in the weeks before Winter Discontent, when I was considered to be the “underdog.” Well, I proved them wrong…. Lets just watch the footage…<br> Surion and BK turned to the screen, which flares to life, and shows the final moments in the match aforementioned.
Undeterred, BK waits for Surion to get on his feet and he watches as Surion staggers in the wrong direction,. BK lunges forward with a crescent kick aiming for the back of Surion’s head, but Surion ducks at that instance and grabs BK from behind in a back suplex attempt. BK flips out of it and Surion turns around to kick BK in the gut, but when he does BK catches it, Surion reverses the move into an enziguri that BK ducks, BK keeps his grip on Surion’s leg, pulls him forward, and executes a snatch suplex. The fans cheer BK and Surion with astounding admiration for their performance so far. BK climbs the top rope and without any celebration or show boating comes of with an artful Cannonball Shooting Star Press. The cameras all flash in unison and the moment seems like it could last forever, but it does not and Surion rolls clear of BK’s impact. BK lands face first with a thunderous and sickening thud. He is motionless as Surion then makes the pin, the Referee counts 1………2……., but BK manages to kick out at the last possible second, Surion gets off the pin but only to reengage it seconds later and this time the hooks both legs, The Referee counts 1………2………3. The astonished fans cheer and the Referee calls for the bell and raises Surion’s hand. Philip enters the ring
Bell Rings
Philip: Here is your winner by pinfall, Surion!
The screen dies down, and the camera pans back out to see Surion with a smug look on his face, as BK appears to be steaming.
Surion: Yes, the one and only time that you and I have faced off one on one, and look who came out on top! The one and only Surion! Seems to me that a minor “miscalculation” in your flying agenda cost you that match. Boy, I do love to see you hit that mat. In fact, lets play that footage again.
BK: No! I mean, why do you want to see it again, Im sure you’ve watched it a thousand times, pleasuring yourself over only win since becoming the so very famous “Surion.”<br> Surion slightly reddens, obviously the remark has struck a cord.
BK: And one more thing, if you want to see a real match between you and me, try watching the matches from your old Rey McFoley days, you were by far a greater wrestler back then…<br> Surion: I have and always been a better wrestler then you! You know this, the fans know this, and everyone in the back knows this!
BK: Just because you cant come to rest with the truth doesn’t mean that you can place your faults above everyone elses head!
Surion: Well at least I don’t need the help of the Chairman to win my matches!
BK: You wanna take this outside.
Surion: Bring it on.
BK opens the door letting Surion go out first, Surion watches BK as he leaves and he doesn’t realize that he has walked into a broom closet. BK then locks to door and puts a chair under the knob to lock it. Surion begins banging on the door and BK just continues on with his show.
BK: Anways the next match is the first ever shot at the World Heavyweight Title and it wouldn’t be the last if you knew what I mean. Here is Match #4 Alexandra Kaesar vs Me at Hellbound Heart for the ACW Championship.
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:37:57 GMT -5
Match #4: Alexandra “White Rose” Kaesar vs. BK London – ACW World Title Match
After a rather long commercial break the show returns to reveal that the ring is back to its normal, hallowed state – the technical crews have done a superb job. Philip stays well clear of Ridley as he enters the ring; though he’s still in obvious distress, nothing is going to prevent Ridley from being there to support Rose. Druid #2 is also still in attendance; being the most experienced and intelligent of Ridley’s minions, he is aware that in this state Ridley could potentially hamper Rose as well as help her, and his loyalty to both of them means that he is determined to try and keep any such events to a minimum.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached tonight’s main event – the ACW World Title match! Presenting first, he is the #1 contender…..from Brooklyn, New York, please welcome BK London!
”Breathe” bursts into life, pyros go off all along the stage, and the crowd yells its lungs out as BK walks out on to the stage. He stops and looks around, taking in every sight and every sound; then, slowly, he approaches the ring. His concentration is absolute; for him, the whole world is the space within the squared circle, and every single thing he’s ever done has been in preparation for this moment. He climbs the turnbuckles and raises his arms to the fans, not forgetting them at this most crucial of times, but in his head he knows that the final reckoning will rest with him, and him alone.
Then “Scars of Time” soaks the arena with its melody, and a single spotlight falls upon the champion as she enters.
Philip: And his opponent, she is the reigning ACW World Champion……from St Petersburg, Russia, please welcome Alexandra Kaesar, the White Rose!
The majority of fans boo Rose as she walks along the ramp, but her small – yet - growing fanbase still make themselves heard. Rose maintains her trademark cool, collected air, but her expression falters when she gets to ringside; Ridley is mumbling away to himself and doesn’t see her until she’s right alongside. But as he does look up, their eyes meet and the agony seems to recede for a few moments; they kiss briefly, and Ridley whispers something to Rose that makes her smile before she heads to the steps and enters the ring. She hands her title belt to the referee, who holds it up; the lighting returns to normal, and the fans are already making a huge amount of noise as Rose and BK face one another and the signal is given to get the match started.
Bell Rings.
The action doesn’t commence straight away; Rose and BK continue to observe one another for several seconds, and Rose’s expression becomes a somewhat cocky smirk. She takes a step closer to BK; BK does the same, and now there’s barely 2 feet between them. With a very fast movement, Rose leans in and slaps BK hard around the face; BK takes it without flinching, then turns his head back to look at Rose again. Rose’s smirk fades as she sees that BK is not intimidated, and then in a flash BK spears Rose, zero-to-bloody fast in less than a second, and starts punching her repeatedly in the head while the pair of them are on the mat. Once BK has got 2 or 3 shots in Rose is able to block; seeing this, BK kips up, drags Rose up with him and then whips her hard into the corner. The crowd is roaring as BK takes it firmly to the champion; he lays down a few chops to Rose’s chest before throwing her halfway across the ring to land back – first. Rose stands back up, with her hand against her spine, but at once BK attacks again, driving her shoulder – first into the ring post. Rose cries out a little in pain; BK vaults over the ropes and grabs Rose by the hair close to her head before ramming her forehead against the post. The impact is incredibly strong and Rose staggers, leaning against the ropes for support; she is too dazed to see London hop off of the apron, and London builds on his strong start by snatching hold of Rose’s ankles and dragging her from the ring. With Rose reeling, London waits for her to get up and positions himself to whip Rose into the steps; but Rose is pulling herself together and she smartly reverses the whip so that London goes flying and hits the steps instead, injuring his back so that the pair of them are even on that score. Looking deeply angry at herself and at BK, Rose walks forward and kicks him in the chest while he’s trying to rise – the “honeymoon” is over for BK, and now the match proper is underway.
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:39:02 GMT -5
Rose’s revenge is swift and utterly brutal; she lays BK over the steps and stamps away at his chest, his gut…..all the time hurling abuse at him and doing her best to make BK feel small. Once she’s got tired of this, Rose hauls BK up and gives him her dragon suplex off of the steps to the floor below; the crowd boo, but Rose just ignores them. The assault doesn’t ease off; as BK wobbles back to his feet, Rose delivers a string of her famous left handed punches; BK starts bleeding a little from his nose, and this just seems to make Rose even more vicious. She demonstrates her strength by lifting BK and crotching him on the safety barrier; BK screws up his features in pain, and Rose hops up on to the barrier next to him before putting him in a headlock and jumping down, landing on her knees and twisting BK’s neck in a nasty fashion. Conscious of the referee’s shouting from the ring, Rose drags BK back and bundles him inside again; as she goes she catches sight of Ridley staring at Philip without blinking and totally freaking the young announcer out. Unnerved by Ridley’s erratic behaviour, nevertheless Rose forces herself to concentrate; she elbow drops on to BK and pins to test the water, and the result is a 2 count. BK still looks very unsteady as he gets up; Rose notes the proximity of the ropes, and uses them to get extra height on her moonsault…but BK chooses this point to make a comeback, and he catches and slams Rose down in a single movement. With Rose lying face down, BK knows he may not get another chance at this particular move….so he goes for it and applies the Mutoh Sickle. His fans start yelling for Rose to tap; but Rose, although clearly feeling the move’s effects, will not give in without a battle. The camera shot zooms in to capture the beauty and drama of the foes locked in combat…..but unfortunately for viewers at home, this is the moment that Ridley decides to help Ginger cut his wage bill by killing the cameraman. The shot shudders and jolts as the camera is thrown about; it comes to rest pointing at the ceiling, and a lot of noise is heard as the producer tries to switch to a backup ringside camera.
Ridley: TAURUM PRE CORNUA PREHENDE! IN RIVO FIRMI SINE REMO SUM!!
Pretty much everyone at ringside has to help in separating Ridley from the battered cameraman; the referee is furious and threatens to have everyone evicted until Druid #2 succeeds in getting Ridley to calm down by reminding him of why he’s out by the ring in the first place. In all the chaos, Rose has managed to free herself from the hold, and when the camera gets back to the ring she and BK are fighting like tigers once again. Rose is spurred to try and put BK away; she hurls him into the corner and throws massive punches and swinging kicks his way before suplexing him clear and making a cover, which gets 2. Rose continues to taunt BK as she continues the assault, but BK is storing up his anger as a reserve of energy, and when Rose gets just a little careless in going for a knockdown BK is able to flapjack her up so that she jars her neck on the ropes on landing. BK jumps over the ropes and gives Rose a butterfly suplex, sending he out of the ring; the scene is set for the Brooklyn Turnpike, and the crowd roars its approval as the move connects. BK doesn’t waste time basking in the glory; he rolls Rose back into the ring and goes for the cover, and this time the count passes 2 before Rose is able to respond. Rose gets herself back up, and looks rather angry; she whips BK to the ropes and hits him with an armdrag. BK gets up and runs to the ropes himself; he comes back for a clothesline but Rose steps to one side and trips him, making him fall flat on his face. Rose laughs cruelly and scornfully as BK gets up; BK glares and approaches again, but Rose just repeats the whip. BK holds out his arm for a clothesline, and Rose ducks; but BK has fooled her, and he jumps up and hits a standing SSP straight on to Rose’s back, crushing her to the mat. The fans cry out in surprise at the move, and BK rolls Rose over and covers; he gets 2.5, and the title he desires so much has never been closer…..
With the crowd still cheering for the standing SSP, BK staggers up and sees that Rose is doing the same thing. Desperate to try and get that critical strike, BK charges in for a Yakuza Kick – but Rose avoids it deftly and BK can’t halt in time before he clobbers the referee. BK swears inwardly, knowing that with no ref to count there’s no point in pinning, but things are about to get much worse – Rose has had enough, and with the referee down she slides out of the ring and retrieves a chair. BK turns back just in time to see Rose coming at him; he holds up an arm to block, but Rose hits it with the chair and BK howls in pain. A swift kick brings BK to his knees, and Rose hits him over the head to drop him before she takes aim for the finishing blow…..
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:39:48 GMT -5
Voice: Alex! No, please…..don’t hurt daddy!
The little girl has scrabbled over the barrier before anyone from security spots her. Princess isn’t much taller than the apron, but she rolls herself into the ring with an inherited skill and runs over to Rose, who is surprised enough to put the chair down to one side.
Rose: Princess, what are you doing here? I promised you would have him back after the match. Now leave this ring before you get hurt.
Princess: NO! I won’t let you hurt daddy!
Rose laughs.
Rose: What makes you think you have any choice in the matter?
Princess’ response is to stamp on Rose’s foot as hard as she can, and then kick her in the shin with surprising force. Rose winces just a little, but it’s like a gnat bite to her, and her expression becomes more malicious. Princess starts to look afraid, and before she can run Rose kicks her to the ground. The crowd boos and shouts furiously; on the outside, it’s impossible to tell if Ridley’s sudden outburst of psychotic laughter is due to events in the ring or those in his tortured mind. Princess looks close to tears, but she glares at Rose and won’t cry; for some reason this infuriates Rose more and she picks her up, preparing for the Mark of The Rose…..which means she fails to spot an apoplectic Kiley shoving security out of the way and charging into the ring. Kiley rolls into the ring, scoops up the dropped chair and nails Rose in the back with it in a single fluid movement; the crowd cheers, but this too has little effect on Rose, who drops the child, whirls around, and catches hold of Kiley by the throat to suspend her in the air.
Rose: Are all of London’s relatives as stubborn and useless as you are? You are not worthy to share this ring with me, but if you insist on being included I will willingly take this whole family apart!
Kiley struggles and gags, but Rose is far too strong. The crowd is yelling and shouting, trying to get BK moving, but in fact it’s just one voice that does the trick.
Princess: Daddy, please….. Don’t let the bad lady hurt mommy……
BK’s eyes snap open, and he springs to his feet; he takes hold of the steel chair that Kiley dropped, and Rose gets just a moment to see BK more angry, and more powerful, than he has ever been before he brings the chair crashing down on the top of her head. The chair actually splits, and Rose’s knees buckle; she collapses, and the fans are approaching critical mass as Kiley gathers up Princess and gets out of the ring. BK is still very dizzy from the chairshot, but he’s running on pure adrenaline as he weaves over to the corner and somehow climbs up the post. With the briefest of salutes to the crowd, BK takes flight and delivers his “From Brooklyn to London” with perfect aim; he hooks her leg, and Kiley leans into the ring to drag the just – about - recovering referee into position to see the pin. The woozy ref counts; he does not see Rose put her foot on the bottom rope, and as his hand hits for 3 the roof of the arena really does threaten to blow off.
There’s some confusion on the outside; BK hears the bell ring and everything is like a dream as the referee puts the title belt into his hands. Kiley and Princess barrel back into the ring and almost flatten him in their joy; with the crowd going nuts BK stands and holds up the title belt. Rose, meanwhile, is almost in a state of shock and is taking the referee to task; Ridley doesn’t seem to grasp what is going on for quite some time, but when he catches sight of London with the belt everyone within 10 feet tries to run for cover, and it looks like there’s about to be one hell of a ruck. Oblivious to this, Philip is just about to make the announcement.
Philip: Here is your winner, and NEW ACW World Champion…<br> Voice (from the stage): HOLD EVERYTHING!
The noise dissipates, and Chairman Gingerdude is standing on the stage. He looks sad, as if he doesn’t want to do what he’s about to do……but he has no choice.
Ginger: Everyone, I’m sorry, but the referee has made an error, one which I can’t allow to stand in a match of this magnitude. As you can see….
A shot of the end of the match comes up on the Titantron.
Ginger: Rose’s foot was on the rope when that count was made, therefore it is not valid. So….this match will restart, and will continue until a true winner is found.
There’s uproar in the arena; Kiley is devastated, and Princess doesn’t fully understand. BK looks at the belt in his hand, sighs, and gives to an apologetic referee; he gently urges Kiley and Princess to get safely back behind the barriers, and the crowd has to settle down again as BK and Rose stare at one another. Once all the extra parties have left the ring, the ref gives a sign to the outside and the bell rings again to indicate that the match is on again.
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:41:49 GMT -5
There’s little hesitation before Rose and BK rush one another; the match is taking a huge toll o the both, and now a long, protracted struggle is simply not an option for either of them. BK does not make any attempt to hide his intentions; he goes straight for the Revolver, and the crowd holds its breath….but Rose counters it brilliantly into her own “Smell the Roses” dragon sleeper. BK writhes, but Rose holds on; he snatches at the ropes, but Rose forcibly drags BK back to the centre of the ring. BK keeps fighting, not making it easy for Rose to hold on, but slowly, inevitably his movements start to weaken, and Rose smiles. BK’s senses are becoming dulled, but one sound cuts through the muffle…..it’s the crowd, chanting his name, “BK! BK! BK!”. BK opens his eyes, and makes his last play; he grabs Rose’s arm which is wrapped around his neck, and twists it; Rose cries out and BK goes for a clothesline, but Rose ducks. What happens next is only clearly revealed by a slow motion replay; with dazzling speed, the two foes each go for a superkick – and connect at exactly the same moment, at 110% power. Both Rose and BK stagger backward and look at each other for a second before they collapse in synch to the mat; the crowd is stunned, and the ref starts a 10 count as they both lay there. The noise is phenomenal; people are shouting for both competitors……the count reaches four, five, six……and above it all, Kiley and Princess call to BK, urging him to one last effort. On the other side of the ring, Ridley is silent; but he has his eyes riveted on Rose, all the pain and madness within him pushed down for these few seconds as he wills her to rise as he knows she can….the referee reaches eight, and slowly BK and Rose stir and pick themselves up; they’re both standing just before the referee reaches 10.
Rose and BK face one another; but they don’t see their opponent. Instead, BK sees only his family, and Rose sees only Ridley; and then, with the support of their loved ones holding up their exhausted bodies, they approach one another…one last time. If the length of the match was dependent on the strength of feeling that the competitors possess, the match would last an eternity; but now, something has to give. Rose and BK throw out the last of their accumulated strength, hitting each other almost simultaneously; BK bundles Rose to the ground and pins, but Rose throws him off and then tries to apply her figure four. BK kicks her away and gets back up; they close in, lock up…and BK, yelling with a final determined effort, lifts Rose up and holds her in the air before dropping backward to complete the stalling suplex. With the crowd going bonkers, BK runs to the corner, climbs up, and jumps for the SSP…..
Sometimes, the margin between victory and defeat is so thin that it’s impossible to spot the critical moment, even in the aftermath. This is one of those times. No matter how often the tape is played, no one is able to say just when or how Rose was able to find the strength to move, and BK lands next to her with less than an inch separating them. Thus, Rose is able to roll herself and BK over before the sensation of the impact has even registered in BK’s mind, and it’s only just coming to a head as the referee’s count reaches 3. The bell rings, and this time there’s no controversy – the match has a winner, but in most people’s eyes there is no true loser after a match of this kind.
Philip: Here is your winner…..and still ACW World Champion, Alexandra Kaesar! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The scene fades back to BK London walking down the never ending hallway of ACW.
BK: Right now I am about to show you a match that is not for the weak at heart, this was my most hardcore match I have had ever. It pitted me against the Lord of Hardcore Ridley in a match that was created by the Chairman Jack Fury. I actually thought I could’ve won the match until that Cattle Mutilation. Or that fireball. Well you’ll see it here it is at Number 3 BK London vs Ridley. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Match #3: BK London vs Ridley – Unsanctioned Shootfight
The audience is both excited and nervous about what they are about to see; with no rules to restrain either party no one is sure just what lengths the participants plan to go to in order to win. Philip steps forward for the introductions and the obligatory “This shit’s got nothing to do with the management, guv” disclaimer.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, first and foremost I must stress that the following match has not been sanctioned or approved in any way, shape or form by ACW management. We would strongly advise that anyone of a squeamish nature or young children do not view this contest.
The audience jeers a little; after all, what could be so brutal that they can’t handle it? Philip waits for them to settle before continuing.
Philip: Introducing first, from Brooklyn New York…..BK London!
King of my world hits and London isn’t slow to appear; everyone is surprised to see that he had a black face mask on in addition to his normal clothes. He isn’t armed, but everyone suspects that this is so that Ridley doesn’t get any forewarning of what London has planned. London’s face is blank as he enters the ring, but it is clear that he has no intention of making the match easy for Ridley, however formidable his reputation.
There’s a pause, and then the lights in the arena go down as “Monochromatic Stains” hits.
Philip: And his opponent, the self proclaimed Lord of Hardcore…….Ridley!
Ridley approaches the ring, and there are gasps from those who get a good look at him on either side of the entryway. His appearance is startling at the best of times, but the fans have already seen the effect of his knee and elbow pads, and Ridley has added to this with a faintly sparkling ridge of razor blades on the toe of each boot, and some extremely nasty looking spiked knuckles. He sweeps into the ring and runs his forked tongue around his lips in anticipation, showing off his fangs in the process. BK’s mask makes his reaction hard to read, but he looks nervous. There is no referee in the ring; instead two or three members of the security team stand by to separate the participants if necessary once one has submitted or been beaten into unconsciousness. There is no bell; instead the match kicks off literally when Ridley discards his cape and shoulder pads and whirls around to smash his bladed foot into BK’s chest.
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:42:50 GMT -5
London is sent flying backwards by the force of the blow, and blood trickles from the cuts on his body. Ridley moves over swiftly and starts laying into London; many wounds open up from the impact of the knuckles, and London’s own punches barely seem to bother Ridley at all. Ridley grabs London by the head and brings him down to meet his spiked knee once, twice, three times; London’s mask starts to tear showing the effects of the attack, and a final huge kick to the side of his head drops London to the mat. London looks dazed and struggles to rise, and Ridley looks exceptionally ticked off at London’s lack of stamina; he stamps down on London’s back and with his opponent face down he produces a length of chain from around his waist and applies the Mutoh Sickle, using the chain in place of his hands to apply the crossface part of the hold. London starts screaming in pain, and Ridley straight away realises something is not right – the voice is too high pitched to belong to London, and Ridley twigs why London has chosen to wear a mask. The crowd doesn’t pick up on the voice, but they get the picture instantly when the real London slides out from under the ring. Ridley gets a brief, upside down glimpse of London (sans mask) before London grabs his arms and forcibly drags both men out of the ring. Ridley releases the hold on the doppelganger, but stands up just in time to get a blast of mace in his eyes at point blank range. London has the final element of his plan to hand, and while Ridley is blinded he dodges his swinging fists and cracks a steel chair over Ridley’s head. Ridley is too hardened to this kind of attack to be brought down, but this isn’t London’s plan; he keeps beating Ridley and in particular goes for his arms, evidently trying to shatter one of the bones there. London does this six or seven times until the effects of the mace begin to wear off; Ridley rips the chair out of London’s grip and takes a swipe, but London dives back into the ring and taunts Ridley, his eyes now redder than ever. The fans are amazed by London’s strong start, and a chant of “London, London” starts up as Ridley re – enters the ring.
London keeps his distance from Ridley and the pair circle. Ridley is the first to break the standoff, and comes in quickly to grapple with London. In response London Drops and slides through Ridley’s legs, grabbing an ankle on the way. He jerks the ankle up, bringing Ridley down; Ridley though simply rolls through, launches BK right over his head, and applies an ankle lock. This is just the initial part of Ridley’s strategy; he swiftly grabs the other ankle and moves to use the surfboard stretch, locking under the arms rather than grabbing the wrists. Rather than raising BK in the air, however, he only leans back halfway so that both he and BK are upright. This lets him add a triangle choke, and the crowd is mesmerised watching Ridley bring his submission skills to bear on London. This gives the announce team a chance to roll out their “shades of Liger” comments as BK endures the hold; he has to work hard to focus and pool his energy before he can break out of the hold, and Ridley looks quite satisfied at this opening technique’s effect. London’s chest heaves as he recovers from the choke, but he knows that he cannot allow Ridley any time to formulate further plans, and he goes back into attack mode, launching himself at Ridley and getting in a jab or two before Ridley responds. London picks up a selection of cuts as the pair go toe to toe, but his obstinacy combined with his agility means that he holds his own well and he actually manages to push Ridley back a little way. The pair lock up again, and they grapple for a good 10 seconds before London gets in a DDT – this is just a setup for a submission of his own, a Jamie – Noble style neckwrench. London applies as much force as he can, and the crowd cheer him on; Ridley’s expression is tricky to read, and while he’s nowhere near tapping it’s clear that the move is having some effect. The crowd is getting louder; London’s performance thus far has outstripped even his own fans’ expectations, and there is now a real debate in the audience’s mind as to who will eventually be victorious.
London keeps the hold on for about 45 seconds before Ridley frees himself. Keen to keep his momentum going, London moves in to lock up again, but Ridley has other ideas – London walks straight into a roundhouse kick to the knee, which Ridley follows with another two so that London drops down on to one knee. Without the merest pause, Ridley adds a further kick to each side of London’s torso, perfectly combining grace and power, before topping it with his trademark Yakuza kick which finally brings BK down, blood trickling from all the new razor – blade wounds. Ridley isn’t done; he continues to work BK’s ribs with a string of snap kicks, repeatedly preventing London from getting up, and just when it looks like London is about to make it to his feet he takes a crushing blow to the temple. London lies on the mat, groaning softly, and Ridley grins showing his fangs again for a second before pulling him back up. As Ridley begins to apply the double cobra clutch everyone knows what’s coming – including London, and his mind clears instantly as he remembers the pre – match brainstorming he had with Jakie. Before Ridley can get London off of the ground into the straightjacket proper, London uses the nearby turnbuckle to counter the move, running up it to escape. Ridley is brought down, and his shoulders actually touch the mat, but this is of no use to London in this battle so he releases the pin at once and rolls out of the ring, putting some distance between him and Ridley. Ridley calmly steps out of the ring and hops down to face BK; as he does so, London picks up something concealed next to the ring and hurls it at Ridley. The brick strikes Ridley in the forehead, and he is left with a red mark on his white skin; London smiles and has another ready in his hand.
London: No rules, remember Ridley? I don’t care what it takes, I can use whatever I want to beat the heck out of you.
Ridley looks amused at this, and with a grin he steps over to the crowd, where a druid has mysteriously appeared from nowhere.
Ridley: Correct.
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:43:55 GMT -5
The druid hands something wrapped in a black silk cloth to Ridley, and there’s almost mass panic in the front rows as Ridley pulls out a ludicrously long and serrated blade, which flashes in the arena lights. London goes very pale indeed, but he stays still. Ridley moves closer a few steps, but London again holds his ground, fighting back his urge to run. Ridley raises an eyebrow, and then makes a sudden charge, slashing with the knife; only then does London’s courage fail him, and he bolts away around the corner with an involuntary cry of alarm. Ridley just shakes his head a little and gives the knife back to the druid, who melts away again into the disarray caused by Ridley’s little surprise; meanwhile London is back in the ring, and he folds his arms and stares at Ridley once more.
London: So you need a damn great blade to fight me, huh Ridley? I guess that’s cause you know you can’t beat me any other way.
The crowd is stunned by this show of defiance from London, and Ridley actually looks rather angry at this slight.
Ridley: That was a very foolish thing to say, London. Your ego is really going to get you into trouble one of these days….
Ridley steps back into the ring, and the two come to meet one another head on. They lock up for a second or two before Ridley goes down low and flips BK over him. With a sick grin Ridley puts London into the infamous Cattle Mutilation and the effect is immediate; London’s eyes widen and water, and he cannot stop the tears running down his cheeks as he bites his lip, actually making it bleed a little, trying to resist the truly agonising pain he is going through. In his mind London is torn; part of him just wants the pain to stop, but the thought of tapping to Ridley is even more excruciating to London, and finally with a massive effort he busts out of the hold and lies on the mat, mentally and physically exhausted. The crowd is amazed and their cheering gets even louder than before; London looks up and instinctively rolls to one side as Ridley tries to drop his spiked knees and knuckles on to him. London sits up, and then realises that Ridley has made an uncharacteristic error; the sharp spikes have impaled themselves to the mat and Ridley is stuck on his hands and knees. The crowd goes bonkers, egging London on, and he stands back up and walks over to Ridley, who is doing his best to free himself. London goes right to work, kicking Ridley repeatedly in the head before he gets another idea – he rockets to the corner, jumps up it and leaps off for a fameasser variation, driving Ridley powerfully against the canvas. Ridley is now properly dizzy for the first time in the match, and London pulls him free of the mat; with a quick gesture to the crowd he locks in Ridley’s own straightjacket hold, yelling insults at Ridley as he does so. The crowd also jeers the lord of hardcore; any pain he feels from the hold is overwhelmed by fury at London’s impudence, and with a roar of anger he wrenches himself out of the hold, spins around and nails London in the face with his spiked knuckles. London too feels anger surge through him, and he fights right back; the match threatens to degenerate into an all – out brawl, and the rough and ready style suits London to a tee. Fuelled by rage he counters Ridley’s blows and smashes him to the ground before slapping on a one legged inverted ankle lock, twisting with all his might. London continues to shout, but then Ridley sits upright and grins malevolently at him; London has just a second to comprehend the situation before Ridley hurls a blast of eye powder in his face. London staggers back, and Ridley laughs scornfully as he stands back up.
Ridley: You’re in my world now, little man.
London rubs the powder out of his eyes and glares back, his own irises now red and inflamed.
London: Yeah? Well get ready for a coup d’etat, smartass.
London charges Ridley down and belts him with a punch; Ridley is taken by surprise by its force, and the camera reveals that London has produced a set of more traditional brass knuckles to assist him. London heads past Ridley and slides out of the ring; he quickly grabs the chair from before and is back in the ring just in time to dodge Ridley’s next attack. With the crowd cheering him on, London batters Ridley with the chair; Ridley punches at it and gets his knuckles stuck again, which distracts him just long enough for London to jump up and deliver an enziguri. Ridley’s steps become slightly wobbly, and London pulls the chair away, taking Ridley’s spiked knuckles with it; he administers one final huge blow to Ridley’s face and finally he falls. With the knuckles still embedded, London sets up the chair and positions Ridley before hitting a guillotine chair shot that makes the crowd cry out; London is covered in wounds all over his body, but now adrenaline drives him forward and he drags Ridley to the corner and again hops out of the ring. Despite everything, Ridley is already trying to get up, and London knows that he has to work fast. Ridley is just standing back up when London gets back on to the apron and uses 2 pairs of handcuffs to fix Ridley in place. Ridley’s face is a picture of black anger and he tries to kick at London, who moves aside; London pushes a box into the ring and re enters it himself, staying well out of Ridley’s reach. London delves into the box and produces a plastic bucket; everyone is confused, and things aren’t much clearer when London throws the water it contains all over Ridley. Ridley just smirks at London.
Ridley: I’m not the wicked witch of the west, molecule mind.
London doesn’t respond; instead he just smiles and produces what looks like a pair of miniature crossbows. London takes aim and fires the little bolts at Ridley’s upper chest; they bury themselves in the flesh, and trailing wires are seen to be attached to each one. London puts the crossbows back in the box, and lifts out something large and heavy; the crowd goes nuts as they recognise the industrial battery, and even Ridley looks just the tiniest bit surprised at London’s inventiveness. With a jumper clip in each hand, London grins, and looks Ridley straight in the eye.
London: You like pain, Ridley? Well then this should be the most fun you’ve had for a little while.
London applies the clips to the battery, and sparks fly off; Ridley is physically shaken by the force of the current, and the water ensures that every part of his body feels the full effect. London shocks him for seven seconds straight, during which time the camera cuts to a shot of other roster members watching backstage, who react either with cheering or with a look that says, “I’m sure glad that isn’t me”. AK looks particularly pleased at the result, and V3 notices.
V3: Wow, London’s got a real mean streak in him….
AK: Yeah, but it could have been worse. I’d have fired those pins into his balls.
The camera switches back to the ring; steam is rising from Ridley’s body from the heat of the electricity, and the fans are going off their heads. London looks at Ridley again, who has his head lowered.
London: Ready to give up yet, Ridley?
Everyone waits for a response, and they get one; Ridley starts to laugh, quietly at first, but then louder and louder until everyone present feels their blood freeze in their veins. Ridley looks at London and grins, and with a fast movement he snaps his arms together above his head, breaking the handcuffs in a single motion, before nonchalantly removing the bolts from his chest.
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:44:22 GMT -5
Ridley: Oh, my dear BK, you really do have no idea what it takes to defeat me, do you?
And then in a split second Ridley is attacking BK again with his roundhouse kicks; his feet are almost a blur, and London takes the hits before he can block. However, Ridley is using the same technique as previously, and London has a response – he catches Ridley’s final kick, spins him around and goes for a lariat. Unfortunately for London, he has not seen Ridley quietly producing something from his clothes and palming an item in each hand, and Ridley ducks the lariat; London whirls around, and there is a huge roar from the crowd as Ridley unleashes a fireball in homage to the Sheik, complete with a Sabu sky – point which gets a major pop. London goes down, and Ridley has his final masterpiece to show the audience; with London on his back Ridley turns him over, holding London’s right arm with his own right leg and kneeling on that knee. Some of the more knowledgeable fans see where this is going, and they start to get noisy; meanwhile Ridley sets up London’s legs and completes the Tsubasa Deathlock, impressing everyone in the arena with his skill. London is put under incredible pressure, and he face is etched with extreme suffering; his one free hand wavers in the air, but his pride is still strong after everything he has been through, and he puts it back down on the mat. London does not have enough energy left to break out of the hold, so he does the only thing he can; after 2 and a half minutes he passes out from the effects of the hold. The official at the side moves around, and seeing that London is out cold he motions to the security, who approach the ring. Ridley sees them from the corner of his eye, and releases London; he stares at his opponent, and looks a little peeved that London refused to submit to him.
Philip: Here is your winner………Ridley!
The EMTs are arriving to attend to London; Ridley is victorious, but the fans are still chanting for London, and his failure to make London actually tap needles him as he stalks away. London is very slowly starting to come around, but he waits for Ridley to be well out of earshot before he whispers to one of the medics, who gives him a shot of powerful painkillers to ease the incredible pain that London is in from the multiple wounds. As London is carried away, the thought occurs to him that Ridley wasn’t even actually angry with him before the match, and he shudders as he thinks about what the lord of hardcore might do to someone whom he really had a dispute with………
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:45:43 GMT -5
The camera cuts to a commercial with BK London getting pinned for the three in a match against an unknown superstar, and he is now celebrating on the top rope. He turns on his stomach and his face is obviously disappointed. Suddenly a jingle plays:
'Doo doo doo doo, doo-doo, do-Wah!'
It doesn't matter what comes, fresh goes better in life, with Mentos, fresh and full of life.
BK goes into his tights and pulls out some mentos. He pops one in his mouth and begins to smile as he gets up.
Nothing gets to you, staying fresh staying cool, with Mentos, fresh and full of life.
Fresh goes better, Mentos freshness, fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life!
BK then sees the person celebrating on the middle rope and he pushes him off to the outside. The unknown superstar falls and injures his ankle on the outside. BK then goes up on the middle rope and holds up the mentos and does a wink-thumbs up combo.
Mentos, the freshmaker!
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:46:51 GMT -5
Match #2: Rose vs. BK London vs. Surion vs. Yoko vs. RDK vs. BladeShadow – ACW World Title Match – HIAC Evolved
The fans have enjoyed an eventful evening of top quality action, but as the centre of the arena is flooded with stage crew and technicians, the atmosphere is changing. There is a definite feeling in the air that a truly classic match is about to unfold, one of those rare events that those lucky enough to witness it in person will be boasting of and remembering for many, many years to come…….
The crew has been expertly drilled, and everyone knows their place as they swing into action. The protective mats on the floor are raised to reveal fixings previously concealed; as one set of personnel prepares these, a second team unbolts the main ring from the ground and then both groups unite to carefully shift the ring to the right. Once it’s been positioned, it’s quickly secured again into place, and a crew member with a two – way radio gives the ok for stage 2.
From the roofspace above, something begins to descend, and the crowd is impressed to see a second, fully constructed ring being dropped slowly to the floor. It is lowered to sit next to the original ring, so that there is about 6 feet between the two, and then the crews also bolt this firmly into its moorings.
Finally, most of the staff leave the ring area, leaving just a few to supervise the huge, custom built Cell as it is brought down gently, accompanied by a wave of camera flashes. As it reaches ground level, the crowd and the cameras can see that as well as being much wider than normal it is also a few feet taller; the reason for this is obvious. In each corner there are small triangular platforms, with just enough clearance above them for one or two people to stand up straight. The fans are already visualizing the sort of things these might be used for, and as the head of the crew confirms that all is prepared Philip steps through the door of the cell and climbs up into the ring on the right hand side of the camera shot.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached tonight’s main event – the six way contest for the ACW World Title!
The crowd whoops and cheers, and Philip pauses to let them finish before continuing.
Philip: This is a first for ACW….it is not only the biggest title match ever held, but it is the first to feature two rings. The competitors will need all their wits and skill if they wish to be victorious, for all six will compete together, and the only stipulation is that the first fall, anywhere, wins it – no count outs, no disqualification, and the champion does not have to be involved in the pinfall or submission to lose their title.
There’s another rise in the noise level as the fans consider how the participants will cope with trying to watch two rings and several battles at once; but Philip quickly brings them back as he starts the introductions.
Philip: So, without further ado……the first challenger………the Hand of Albion, Surion!
”Fuel” hits, and the crowd makes an enormous sound as Surion walks out, looking around him at the great swathes of fans in the famous venue. He greets several of them as he walks to the cell, and he only pauses briefly to look upward at the structure before stepping through the door to enter. He heads over to the ring where Philip is standing and slides in, carefully checking the distances from ring to ring and from the rings to the cell walls.
Philip: Second, from Okinawa, Japan………the Flower of Carnage, Yoko Satoshi!
Yoko’s theme music fills the arena, and the crowd boos as Yoko makes her entrance. She pays little attention to them; clearly there is much running through her head, and she continues to look very distant as she walks into the cell and comes to join Surion and Philip in the ring.
Philip: Next, from Brooklyn, New York…..BK London!
”Breathe” hits, and the fans cheer the hometown hero as he returns to the arena, now fully prepared for action. He takes a little while reaching the cell, and he tests the wall of the cell with a kick before entering; he glances at both Yoko and Surion, and opts to take up position in the second ring, where he continues to walk around hyping up the crowd until “Dragula” hits, and the fans start booing furiously.
Philip: The fourth challenger……….from Upstate New York, Bladeshadow!
Blade’s eyes are bright enough to be visible even in the darkness of his entrance; he stalks to the cage, and smiles with evil intent at the three people already there. He reaches the door, but two referees block his path; they demand that he remove the sword which is strapped to his back. Blade smiles at them and draws the sword with frightening speed; the refs look very nervous, but as Blade is considering what to do a voice rings out from inside the cell……..
Surion: BLADE! Don’t tell me you’re so useless that you need a damn great knife to face us?
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:48:01 GMT -5
The crowd cheers Surion’s challenge; Blade glares, but then slowly puts down the blade on the floor, where it pulses a little with light. He enters the cell and looks at both rings; after a moment or two he chooses to face BK, who maintains his distance but does not take his eyes from those of his opponent. Philip is secretly very glad of this, as being with 100 feet of Blade in his current condition makes him very nervous indeed.
Philip: The fifth and last challenger…..from Yellowknife, Canada, the Macho Man RDK!
”Macho Man” hits, and the fans almost drown the music out with their yells and cheers as RDK storms out, well and truly ready for the greatest match of his illustrious career so far. The fans crowd at the barriers, desperate to get close, and RDK can only slap hands with a small number of those trying to reach him. RDK approaches the cell and steps through the door; he also has a choice of where to start, and for him the choice is simple – he goes to the ring containing Surion and Yoko, and jumps over the ropes. He and Surion face one another, and then they shake hands. Yoko doesn’t seem too bothered by the prospect of facing the two friends, and still her mental state is difficult to discern.
Everyone waits for “Scars of Time” but a very different piece of music begins to play and with the arena darkened the fans listen to the haunting words…… The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But no, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty as We shall see...
The fans are hushed by the new melody, but they start to react noisily as Alexandra Kaesar steps out on to the stage and slowly begins to walk down the ramp, her hair still stained with her own crimson blood.
She was divinity's creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare...
Whether they’re booing or cheering, everyone in the arena rises to their feet as the reigning Champion walks by; her expression is utterly cold, and she has an almost “robotic” gait as she continues on, with “Her Ghost in the Fog” by Cradle of Filth still playing…….
Philip: And finally, from St Petersburg Russia…..the defending ACW World Champion, Alexandra Kaesar, the White Rose!
Rose stops just short of the cell, listening to the crowd; she wears the bloodied title around her waist, and it looks as if it were cast just for that purpose. Her eyes move to each of the challengers in turn, and whatever else is conveyed by that stare, one overriding message is crystal clear; she intends to destroy every single one of them. Entering the cell, she pauses as she considers her position; then, again with complete calm, she steps up to the left – hand ring and stands on the apron. Blade flexes his arms and smiles darkly; Rose recognizes the direct challenge, and unhesitatingly steps through the ropes to meet it; her determination to obliterate the once – gentle ninja has only been strengthened by his earlier actions.
With all 6 people in the cell, Philip comes out; a referee enters and takes the Championship belt from Rose, who relinquishes it without so much as a second glance, and passes it out to an assistant on the outside . He’s joined by a second referee to deal with the extra ring, before the door is closed and sealed. The crowd gets extremely loud, and the refs confer, standing between the two rings; now everyone is staring at one another, and it’s BK who strikes first. Without warning he runs forward and knocks both Blade and Rose over as they move toward one another, and the refs divide and one calls for the bell to get things officially underway.
Bell Rings.
Everyone springs into action, and two three – way fights break out. Blade and Rose are quickly back up on their feet, and Rose finds herself the centre of unwanted attention. She has to defend against a barrage of punches and kicks from both BK and Blade, and the crowd is surprised to see that she’s struggling to control things, even at such an early point in the match – her mental agitation makes her stronger but less precise, and her foes punish her for it. She manages to duck a spinning kick from BK so that he hits Blade instead; Blade is only stunned for a moment, but Rose grabs this opportunity and forces a kiss upon BK before he can resume his own attack properly. Rose smiles, but BK wipes his lips and nails her with a standing Superkick. Blade whips BK into the corner and drops his knees on to Rose, pinning her; the referee in their ring starts a count, but BK comes rushing back and baseball slides into both of his opponents to stop the count before 2. In the second ring, things have started with just as much intensity; Yoko, like Rose, is having to deal with both RDK and Surion at once but she seems to be making a better fist of it, using her small stature and speed so that the two friends end up hitting each other as much as they hit her. This only works for a limited time, though; RDK and Surion start to work more intelligently, and as Surion draws Yoko’s attack RDK gets behind Yoko and lifts her up, positioning her perfectly before completing his Samoan drop. Yoko is down and RDK pins, but Surion pulls him off almost before the count gets started. Surion whips RDK to the corner, close to the 1st ring; he runs in for a splash but RDK blocks, takes hold of Surion, and ascends the post. The crowd yells as RDK launches himself and Surion into a superplex to the outside; they crash to the mats, and the noise alerts BK. Without wasting a second, he leaves Rose and Blade to fight and rushes to the ropes of his ring; he springboards into a magnificent lionsault from the top rope and strikes RDK. BK pins and one of the refs runs in to count; he gets 2 before RDK kicks. Undeterred, BK hops up to the apron and lionsaults again, this time on to Surion; the result is a second 2 count before Surion frees himself, and the three men start to fight together. BK is spirited, but against RDK and Surion together he is at a disadvantage. RDK lands a mighty punch on BK, and Surion raises his arms to the crowd; they cheer as Surion and RDK give BK the Last Call. It’s
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:48:59 GMT -5
effective, but problematic when both men go for the cover; they try to push each other away, and BK is given enough time to recover so that when Surion tries for a lone pin, BK breaks out before 2.
Meanwhile, Yoko is back up and fully recovered – she looks for BK, but seeing him fully engaged with RDK and Surion she realizes that she stands little chance of getting a cover at this precise time. In the other ring she sees Rose still struggling to find her form; she has a few bruises beginning to show through, and despite their furious argument Yoko decides to attack Blade herself. She runs to the ropes of the ring she’s in and performs a twisting jump, arcing right over the heads of the three men on the outside; she lands in the other ring and immediately pursues Blade, who is running to the ropes. Rose is also chasing him; Blade reaches the ropes and springboards up into a long, reverse split legged moonsault which smacks both Yoko and Rose on the head, in effect giving them both a reverse springboard Thor’s Hammer. Blade also comes down quite hard, and the bang makes Surion prick up his ears. Leaving BK and RDK to battle one another, he slides quickly into the ring and moves to set Blade up for a powerbomb. Surion lifts Blade up, and the crowd cheers, but Blade’s eyes snap open and he busts out, dropping down to land behind Surion. Blade sets up a reverse DDT, but instead of delivering it he flips up and over Surion, to execute a standing diamond dust. The crowd gasps at such agility, and Blade makes the pin; Yoko is just awake enough to tackle him off, and she is already working over Blade’s gut as Rose and Surion pick themselves up and rejoin the fray.
Elsewhere, BK and RDK are oblivious to this – they have re – entered the other ring, and a chop contest is now taking place, along with the requisite “Wooooooo!” cries at each blow. This goes on for quite a few moments, but rather than getting worn down, RDK just seems to find the whole thing quite amusing.
RDK: BK, are you kidding around here or what? You’re not Macho enough to take on the people’s champ!
BK flushes red with anger at RDK’s slight; he charges forward, going for a clothesline, but RDK steps aside. BK hits the ropes and comes back at speed, but RDK is waiting and he hits him with a Jabroni buster. The concluding pin is good for 2 before BK kicks out hard. BK flips right to his feet, delighting his fanbase, and superkicks RDK; BK moves forward for a cover, but now RDK’s fans are warming up, and they chant “Macho Man, Macho Man!”, which pisses BK off no end. Encouraged by the support, RDK also kips up in a single movement; He and BK face one another, their respective fans battling to be the loudest, and BK steps forward and gives RDK a shove. RDK pushes him right back, pushes turn into punches, and soon the pair are trading blows at full power, each making the other reel back only to receive the same treatment in return. RDK seems close to “machoing” up, but just as he’s beginning to feel it both he and BK are struck with amazing force in a double clothesline from Blade, who deciding that the fighting rivals offer a greater opportunity to steal a pin has opted to change rings before they notice the danger.
The group Blade has left behind are still engaged in fierce fighting; Yoko and Rose are fighting bitterly, though Yoko is far less keen to attack Rose than Rose is to try and batter her senseless, and Yoko simply tries to defend herself as best she can. This plays into Surion’s hands; he manages to avoid the worst of their attacks, and then when Rose misses with a strong kick he turns on Yoko and delivers Surion’s Revenge (Sternness Dust Alpha), practically knocking her out on the spot. As he gets up Rose tries for her Dragon Suplex, but Surion spins around, pushes her back, and then executes his Hand of Albion (Double handed Chokehold into a sit out powerbomb finish). The crowd goes bananas for the stacked finishers, and Surion pins Rose….he gets just past 2 before Rose kicks, and he is simultaneously attacked by Yoko with a high knee strike as he kneels. Rose jumps up; Surion finds his feet quickly, but Rose and Yoko both have the same idea at once and kick out, connecting directly with Surion’s head. Yoko has dropped into a pin without even thinking about what she’s doing; it only takes a moment for her to realize and she scrambles to get off, but Rose is blind to this and only sees Yoko trying to take her title. Deaf to reason, Rose drags Yoko up, and before Yoko can offer even a single word in her defense Rose nails her Dragon Suplex properly this time. Rose pins Yoko; Yoko looks up at her and the ref counts, 1………2……. the fans are about to explode when Surion dives in and breaks the pin milliseconds before 3. Rose and Surion struggle on the mat, and Yoko sits still for a moment, considering what just happened, before she stands back up and returns to the match.
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Post by BK London on Jan 20, 2005 17:50:05 GMT -5
While all this has been going on, things have been just as manic in the second ring. RDK has been put out of commission for a few moments by a particularly hard powerslam from Blade, and now Blade and BK are engaged in a fierce bout of kickfighting. Neither seems able to land a telling shot, until BK remembers the No dq stipulation and low blows Blade, following up with a beautiful shining wizard. Blade sprawls, properly dazed for the first time in the match, and BK runs to the nearest corner. He raises his arms before taking flight for his SSP, but Blade springs back to his feet and catches BK on his shoulders. There’s nothing BK can do as Blade hits his Lights of Orion. Blade smirks and the crowd boos furiously, but this changes to cheers as RDK approaches from behind, and lightly taps Blade on the shoulder. Blade turns around – right into an earth – shaking punch from RDK; RDK throws Blade to the ropes and prepares for a back drop, but Blade produces an amazing counter into a Canadian Destroyer, which he delivers on to the still – floored BK. Cockily, Blade tries to pin both men at once – but they kick strongly at 2, and Blade has his hands full once again as RDK and BK both seek retribution……
Back in the 1st ring, Yoko is fighting back to her feet from a DDT, courtesy of Surion. Rose is finally getting into her stride; with cool, methodical stamps and kicks she works over Surion’s left leg, preventing him from rising from the mat as she tries to handicap him. But she can’t hold him forever; Surion does roll back to his feet, and sends Rose across the ring to the corner with an irish whip. Surion lowers his head, preparing for a powerful spear; Yoko sees this, after a moment’s thought she jumps in the way as Surion charges. She takes the full force of the blow, and Surion holds her down for a pin – it barely gets one. however, as Rose is easily close enough to drag Surion away. Rose looks at Yoko and looks thoughtful, but only for a moment – she can’t afford to give Surion time to recover, and the crowd roars as she delivers the Mark of the Rose…..She covers, and Yoko does not interfere, but Surion kicks hard at the 2 count, and the three resume their epic conflict. Across the way, Blade is once again being double teamed by BK and RDK; though his strength is enhanced Blade cannot shrug off the double assault, and BK hits a Fisherman’s suplex before RDK uses his own Rock Bottom. Blade is down, and RDK and BK face one another once more; a few blows are traded before RDK manages to get BK back against the ropes. BK’s head spins, and RDK backs up before rushing forward to clothesline him out of the ring. But BK counters it into a backdrop over the ropes – somehow, RDK manages to grab the ropes of the other ring with his hands, while his feet lie across the ropes of the first one. BK doesn’t waste the opportunity – he leaps up to the corner post, and there is a huge wave of camera flashes as BK jumps off, hitting RDK with a body splash and driving both of them to the ground between the rings.
Neither man moves for a moment, and Rose’s innate ring sense picks up their weakness. She leaves Yoko and Surion grappling, and slides out of the ring – Rose pins BK, and gets just past the 2 count. BK throws an arm up, and Rose lifts her head to see Surion making a cover on Yoko – Rose is too far away to act, and her heart is in her mouth as the second count proceeds 1…..2- Yoko gets a shoulder up, and Rose breathes a sigh of relief. Alone in the second ring, Blade has been biding his time, allowing the others to fight; but he sees that those on the outside are vulnerable, and readies himself to attack. As Yoko stands, she sees Blade tense; Yoko has to decide what to do, and she opts to hit a crushing Evenflow DDT on Surion before rolling to her feet, rushing across the ring and performing her second – midair ring to ring jump of the night, passing cleanly over the heads of those on the outside, getting an extra spring from the ropes of the second ring, and hitting Blade in the air with a missile dropkick as he tries to ambush those below. Blade jumps back up without ceremony and raises an eybrow; he looks far less tired than Yoko, but the young woman will not back down, and they circle closer and closer before moving in to trade punches and kicks. Rose and RDK are momentarily diverted by the overhead traffic; BK takes advantage and kicks RDK down to the ground, only to then get a taste of Rose’s legendary left hook. RDK and Rose glance at Yoko and Blade, and then at BK; the crowd goes wild as Rose and RDK deliver a huge double powerbomb to BK on to the thin outer mats, and BK is in cloud cuckoo land. Back in the second ring, Blade seems to have the upper hand; he knocks Yoko to one knee with a tornado kick and smiles nastily as he grabs her by the hair – but he hasn’t seen Yoko palming a little bottle she had concealed in her shirt. As their eyes meet, Yoko lets rip with a blast of poison mist, and the crowd cheer enthusiastically as Blade staggers back, coughing and spluttering from its effects. Yoko casts the bottle aside; realizing that this might be their only chance to put Blade out of commission, Rose and RDK jump into the second ring, and all three are briefly and unintentionally united by a common purpose as Blade recovers with worrying speed, and gestures to his foes to bring it on.
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