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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:12:39 GMT -5
Segment: Making amends? (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera cuts to just outside of Latino's locker room. Latino is standing around, waiting for time to go by, it seems. He catches a glimpse of AK walking, and he notices she's heading in his direction. Latino seems a little jumpy as he looks around, but after a little bit, AK is right next to him.
Latino: Hey there AK. Como usted esta haciendo?
AK: I'm doing fine Victor. But you were right, it’s a no – go. Ginger won’t let me join your team for the main event – apparently I’m still “injured” after last week’s incident.
Latino nods; he appears to still be a little jumpy, as if he hasn't gotten around to doing something AK asked him to do.
AK: Speaking of that Victor, did you apologize to Wyvern? He didn't do anything wrong, and you do know that, don't you?
Latino:(In a shaky tone) Por supuesto, You know I wouldn't disappoint you! I'm surprised that Wyvern hasn't come around, we were about to play a game of cards or something...
At this time, Wyvern appears behind Latino and AK, holding two drinks in his hand. One is obviously an alcoholic drink, and the other appears to be coffee. Latino looks at him with a surprised stare.
Wyvern: Look Latino, whatever I have done that has made you so angry at me, I apologize. To show there are no hard feelings about you coming into my match against Torak last week, here's a drink, compliments of me.
Victor is stopped by AK, who appears to be a little agitated, knowing that Victor didn't do what he was asked to do.
AK: I think you two ought to have a little talk. I’ll be in the gym if you need me, Victor.
She rolls her eyes at Latino, and both Latino and Wyvern are puzzled as she turns and walks away. Latino turns back first, and sees that Wyvern is still looking at her. He approaches Wyvern, and speaks.
Latino: You could stop staring at her at any time now Wyvern! Good God! Gimme that!
He swipes the drink Wyvern offered to him out of Wyvern's hand, and takes a large sip. His face puckers a little bit, and he spits it all over Wyvern.
Latino: What the hell was that drink, chico?! We all know I'm an expert on drinks, but that doesn't mean I like them all at once! Are you estupido?
Wyvern: It's Long Island Iced Tea! You know Latino, it's amazing how you really think I've got the extreme hots for AK! I can't believe you have someone that cares for you so much, that you go ahead and play the suspicion game... Childish, I tell you. Childish. You see this ring on my finger?! I'm freakin'...
Wyvern is interrupted as Latino slams him against the wall. Wyvern's coffee splashes against the wall, soaking some random 8x10's of Mr. T, Alf, and various other celebrities, that were left around by someone. Anyways, without going further into that mundane detail, Latino speaks again to Wyvern, seething with anger.
Latino: You're freakin' lyin', that's what you're doing chico! You're married, huh? To people like me, that means nothing! How dare you come around here and try your moves on my chica!
Wyvern: I swear that I don't have anything for AK! What do I have to do to prove that I'm not scamming on your love interest?
Latino: Just stay away Wyvern. I've beaten you in the ring, I can only improve on it outside of the ring. Stay away from AK, if you know what's good for you.
Latino storms off, leaving a slightly dazed and confused Wyvern alone. Wyvern takes a moment to reflect on what has just happened, and speaks aloud to himself.
Wyvern: Great job... Should've gotten him tequila.
The camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:14:23 GMT -5
Match 6: The Bob and Amo Show vs. Mestarruus
As the crowd wonders whether Latino will ever get out of his jealous streak, Philip is preparing to do the honours on the next match.
Philip: This is a tag team match, and it is for the #1 contenders spot for the ACW Tag team titles! Presenting first, from Cardiff, Wales and Parts Unknown……….Daredevil and Surion, Mestarruus!
”Fuel” hits, and Daredevil and Surion enter to a large pop from the crowd. They rise their arms to the fans as they walk to the ring; on entering it they stay close, evidently discussing tactics for what will not be an easy match.
Then the lights dim, and “Enter the Toad” hits to send the crowd overboard.
Philip: And their opponents, from Los Angeles, California……..Amo the Great and Bob Di’Las, the Bob and Amo Show!
Bob’s his normal effervescent self as he half walks, half dances to the ring. Amo’s more subdued, much in the vein we saw on Warfare, but he’s clearly intending to make the best of this match.
The two teams shake hands, and then Daredevil indicates that he will start for his team. Bob’s all ready to go too, and the former title rivals start to circle as their partners withdraw to the apron.
Bell Rings.
DD and Bob lock up; they grapple, pushing one another back and forth across the ring, until they both decide to change their tactics and break apart. DD runs to the ropes and hits them to build his speed – he flies back at Bob, who goes for a flipping dropkick, and DD drops into a baseball slide so that he shoots underneath Bob. The two men are on their feet simultaneously, and they throw a stream of punches at one another, clearly very evenly balanced. DD eventually breaks the deadlock by whipping Surion into his own corner – DD follows, tags to Surion, and then the two men use their 5 seconds changeover to administer a double beating to Bob. Amo glares but knows that if he tries to break it up he’ll only raise the ire of the ref, and give Mestarruus even more time to work as a team. Surion lifts and slams Bob, falling with him so that he can move quickly into a cover – the referee counts, and Bob kicks out at the 2 count. Surion isn’t put off – he stands back up and tries to lift Bob up for a powerbomb, but Bob struggles free of his grip and then uses his B Boy sweep to bring Surion to the mat. Bob then makes a diving tag to Amo, who’s all ready to go – he’s in the ring before Surion’s fully recovered, and he lifts up the Hand of Albion into a mighty military press slam, that makes the ring shake as Surion hits it. Amo tries a pin and Surion breaks it just before 2; not too concerned by this, Amo switches to his favoured punching style, and now the fans are able to read from his motion his boxing background. Surion, knowing he’s outgunned for sheer power, resorts to pure defence and speed – he shifts around the ring, making Amo follow him and trying to wear down the big man’s stamina. Amo plays along for about 90 seconds before halting; smiling, he taps his foot and gives Surion a “bring it on” gesture.
Surion has never been the kind of person to back down from a challenge – he alters his course and rushes toward Amo, but as he does this he passes by his own corner, extending his hand. DD understands – he tags, and suddenly Amo’s being charged by 2 people at once. Unable to prepare in time, Mestarruus knock Amo to the mat; he quickly starts to get up, and gathering all their strength DD and Surion lift and throw Amo into a double flapjack, a very impressive feat indeed. Amo lands heavily and DD rolls him over for a pin as Surion exits, and the count reaches 2.5 when Bob charges in to break it up. The referee shoos Bob back, but the confusion gives Amo the chance he needs to scramble to his own corner and tag Bob back in legally. Bob hurtles into action – he whips DD into his own corner, where Amo gives him a quick thump on the head before Bob executes the B Boy flip. The crowd cheers and a chant of “Bob! Bob” starts up, however it’s quickly matched by a conflicting chant in favour of Daredevil. Bob and DD clash again in the centre of the ring, and Bob swings up a lick that send DD back to the mat. Without hesitating Bob produces his crowd – pleasing Tornado, however the preceding spins give DD a chance to rest and brace himself. Thus, although the move hits, DD is able to kick out without too much difficulty at the 2 count. Bob seems surprised, and now DD commits all his resources – he batters Bob with a string of punches, and then whips him into the ropes – he steps forward so that Bob meets him earlier than he expected, and catches him, jumps, and sets up the Stunt Bomb in a single smooth action. The crowd roars as it hits, and DD presses with all his might to hold Bob down. Surion dashes past behind the referee to prevent Amo making a save, and the crowd cheers as DD holds out just long enough to secure the crucial 3 count.
Philip: Here are your winners………Mestarruus!
The crowd is genuinely surprised by the result; nevertheless they cheer DD and Surion, who accept the congratulations of Bob and Amo before celebrating together in the ring. Mestarruus have scored a big win tonight, but do they have what it takes to relieve G Unit of the tag title belts? The fans are already anticipating a classic match at Bloody Valentine……..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:15:20 GMT -5
Segment: An illuminating gift (Credit: Yoko)
As Bob and Amo's tag match ends, the scene shifts to the backstage area. Yoko is trying to catch Bob on his way back to the Awesomeroom. She heads them off quite easily.
Yoko: Bob!
Bob: Hey! Are you here to comfort me on our loss?
He notices she's holding a box.
Bob: What's that?
Yoko: This is for you. It's to let you know what I think of the letter you gave me.
She hands it over to him.
Bob: Can I go ahead and open it?
Yoko begins to walk away.
Yoko: Sure.
She leaves around a corner.
Amo: I don't like the looks of it Bob.
Bob: Don't be silly.
He lifts the cardboard flaps of the box, and pulls out the contents. A black and white Japanese lantern. Amo groans at the sight of it.
Bob: What's wrong?
Amo: She gave you one of her lanterns...You know what happens when she gives people lanterns.
Bob: But...She's been so nice to me, and it looks like an Oreo!
Amo: She's going to hurt you.
Bob: I think she was just giving me a gift! I'm going to hang it up in the Awesomeroom right away. She so likes me.
They head onward, Bob happy, and Amo wary.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:16:01 GMT -5
Segment: Predator’s gambit (Credit: Predator)
The camera view switches to another part of the building somewhere backstage. We see Predator, very smugly strutting backstage with Wolf in tow. He shoves a worker and the worker is about to get up and punch Predator but Wolf grabs the worker by the throat and pushes him to the ground, leaving the worker behind. Predator smirks and nods to Wolf as they continue to walk down the hall, they then see FSX with Will Anger, talking over something the viewers cannot quite hear. But that does not matter for very long as Predator cuts in and interrupts them, with Wolf beside him.
Predator: Hey I remember you, you beat me in a match!
FallenSouls looks at Predator and smirks.
FSX: Yep, what are you going to do about it? Whine and then job to Gary?
Predator goes red in the face as Will Anger begins to laugh, Predator then looks to Wolf.
Predator: WOLF! KICK HIS ASS!
Wolf nods and approaches the two, Will stops laughing and FSX gets serious for a moment as the towering figure of Wolf looks over both men.
Will: One move and FSX and me will beat your sorry-
Will looks behind him and around himself to see that FSX has gone running down the hallway. Will looks tense, but he stands firm.
Will: You realise, the rest of the Senatorial stable is probably only seconds away-
Will is cut off as Wolf grabs him by the throat and with his other hand begins to smack him senseless. Will isn't a coward though and he throws punches back at Wolf. The two exchange blows and Predator watches on. Will pushes Wolf into some boxes, making him fall over. Wolf sits up however and chucks a box at Will, making it land on his head...
Will: #$?!***
Wolf is about to administer a final blow to the head of Will Anger, but Predator hears the Capitalists along with Senator coming down the hall....
Predator: Oh shitberries, come on Wolf, we can't take all of them on.
Wolf snorts as he walks over to Predator and they make a quick turn down the hall, escaping the clutches of the Senatorial stable...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:16:37 GMT -5
Match 7: Ridley vs. FallenSouls - Cage Match
As the cage is being lowered into place for the upcoming match, the Titantron begins to buzz. It turns white, and the pink dollar sign appears on it again, just like it had on Warfare. The fans, and the technicians, are once again clueless.
The dollar sign begins to rotate slowly as the technicians desperately try to correct the problem. The Titantron shifts back to normal, and the two technicians fooling with the machinery give each other high fives. Philip shrugs, and standing on the outside of the ring goes to work.
Philip: This is a cage match; Victory goes to the first competitor to escape the cage and touch both feet to the floor outside. Introducing first, from Soul Universe, Korea…… accompanied by Will Anger, Fallensouls!
”Boldly going Nowhere” hits, and FSX walks out with Anger next to him. His wrists and hands are taped, and he has an intense, fired – up look in his eyes; the brief encounter with the Predators only seems to have sharpened his intent. He approaches the cage and enters it without hesitation; officials on the outside watch to ensure that Anger doesn’t try to follow. The crowd pops for FSX, his heel status temporarily overridden by the crowd’s appreciation of his willingness to take on the task before him, for their entertainment.
Then, static and darkness engulf the arena, and the crowd goes into overdrive as “Puritania” hits at ear – splitting volume.
Philip: And his opponent, from Southeastern Birmingham Alabama…..Ridley!
The lord of hardcore storms out on to the stage; instead of his usual, dignified approach to the ring, he almost runs, his cape billowing out behind him. With the cage in place his usual light – return gesture is impossible – so instead Ridley climbs up the side of the cage with astonishing speed, clambering up to stand upright on its edge. The crowd makes an inordinate amount of noise as Ridley flourishes his cape theatrically and raises his arms; the lights rise, and Ridley detaches the cape which falls to the outside and is collected by the ringside crew. With supreme poise, Ridley climbs down the inside of the cage a little way and then drops to the mat, landing between FSX and the door. The camera shows that Ridley’s pumped to the max, and his smile is deeply unnerving as he stares at his vict- er, opponent.
An official moves to close the door, and the timekeeper takes his cue.
Bell rings.
The bell tone hasn’t even faded when FSX makes his move – he charges past Ridley, and Anger on the outside throws aside the official to prevent him from sealing the door shut. Ridley, however, has a reaction time that would make a viper jealous; he grasps FSX’s hair as he dives for the door. FSX struggles to get the front half of his body out and Anger is ready to assist him, all they’re concerned about is getting the win and the prize of being able to say they defeated Ridley in a match – but Ridley has very different ideas. He grabs the door to the cage, slams it once against Anger to subdue him and then violently pulls it into FSX’s head before dragging him back into the cage, allowing the door to rest closed but not locked.
Realising that plan #1 is up in smoke, FSX won’t allow himself to be intimidated. He rips himself out of Ridley’s grasp and springs back to his feet – the pair stare one another down, and then simultaneously charge one another. FSX tries to anticipate which move Ridley will use, decides that’s a waste of time, and lowers his head – inadvertently ducking Ridley’s Yakuza Kick and ploughing right into him, driving Ridley back against the turnbuckle with considerable force. FSX goes right to the heart of the matter, kicking Ridley over and over again before suplexing him over his head; he’s already jumping up to the cage wall before Ridley hits the mat. Ridley flips to his feet in a second and rushes at the cage wall - he springboards from the top rope to dropkick the cage, juddering it so hard that FSX loses his grip and drops back to the mat, bouncing off of the turnbuckle in the process.
Everyone’s so busy watching to see if FSX damages anything crucial from the fall that they don’t see where Ridley manages to produce the screwdriver from. All that’s clear is the bleeding scrapes that it produces all over FSX’s back and forehead; it’s possible that Ridley’s trying to engrave symbols of some sort but the flow of blood makes it impossible to say for sure. To his credit, FSX does not howl or cry out – he sucks up the pain and stops the attack with a surging elbow to Ridley’s face that knocks him back just momentarily, but long enough for FSX to grab the screwdriver, make a long scratch of his own down Ridley’s arm, and then toss it out over the top of the cage. Ridley punches FSX in the face in retaliation, a little peeved at the loss of his toy, and FSX gives as good as he gets. Finding their feet again, Ridley and FSX exchange fierce blows for a good 30 seconds, testing one another out, and then FSX scores a powerful strike. Again it only distracts Ridley for a moment, but it’s long enough for FSX to lift him up and deliver the FSX Dynasty Slam. The ring and cage shudder, and the crowd shouts out for both parties; Ridley’s up again in a matter of seconds, but even managing to complete the move is an achievement for FSX, and now the challenger and the fans are starting to believe that a huge upset might just be possible…..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:17:40 GMT -5
This minor victory for FSX comes at a price, however; Ridley’s clearly looking for revenge on this one, and he blasts FSX with punches until he’s close to the ropes. With the fans going mental, Ridley goes for the Ejaculator – but FSX didn’t walk blindly into this match. He stuns everyone by countering the move into a release Northern Lights Suplex. Anger bellows at FSX, who scrambles for the door and pushes it open, but Ridley performs one of his famous kip – ups, belts over and scoops FSX up, throwing him practically across the ring. Anger is reaching the end of his tether and yells abuse at Ridley; Ridley eyes him with curiosity for a moment and then kicks the cell door straight into Anger, sending him sprawling backward. Evidently tiring of the interruptions, Ridley reaches behind the corner post and pulls out a new object, or rather two – lengths of reasonably thick chain. One is shorter than the other, and Ridley uses the shortened one to chain the door closed, thus preventing this being used as an escape route.
With a grin upon his face, Ridley turns back in the direction of FSX, with the second chain in his hand. He’s met, however, by his opponent charging him down – FSX makes the most of the element of surprise, and clotheslines Ridley down. Seeing the long chain, FSX grabs the free end and wraps it around his own fist – Ridley springs up, as everyone expected, and FSX immediately starts to pound upon Ridley, the chain giving his blows considerable extra force. The crowd gets loud once again as Ridley starts to bleed a little from the forehead, and Ridley back off, straightening the chain until it’s taut. Both men are holding on to considerable lengths of the chain and a tug of war ensues briefly – Ridley gets the better of it and whips FSX with the chain into the corner before attempting to Yakuza – Kick his head off his shoulders. Simultaneously, FSX goes for his own launch kick, but because Ridley’s moving so quickly he passes right over his head, missing the kick, and lands awkwardly on the mat.
In a flash, Ridley’s on top of him; he retrieves the chain in its entirety and then wraps one end around FSX’s neck. Ridley starts to laugh as he throttles FSX, and the crowd gets very worried – but not as worried as FSX himself. Realising he’s got to act NOW, FSX pushes Ridley back, gets up, and then kicks Ridley as hard as he can in the chest, sending him backwards and down to the canvas. With the crowd going berserk FSX breaks and rushes for the cage wall – he climbs faster than he ever has in his life, and Ridley clears his head just in time as he sees FSX jump outward from the top of the cage. Ridley slams a hand down on to the trailing end of the lengthy chain just before it’s out of reach, and the crowd screams in shock as FSX loses all momentum and is left hanging from the side of the cage…….
The fans are appalled, but Ridley’s amused; as he gets up, he almost playfully pulls on the chain, using FSX as a giant Yo – yo for a few moments. Quickly becoming bored of this, Ridley pulls FSX up so that he’s lying across the top of the cage, and climbs up the side until he’s next to him. FSX’s almost unconscious from the fall, so Ridley gives him a slap or two to wake him up – and FSX is not at all pleased. FSX hits Ridley with a strong chop; Ridley responds in kind, and quickly a full – on chopping battle’s in progress at the top of the cage. The crowd makes the now defacto “WOOOO!” sounds, and finally Ridley knocks FSX back so that he has to catch on to the outside of the cage to stop himself being “hung” again. With FSX’s head poking over the rim of the cage, Ridley delivers a mighty roundhouse kick straight to the head. FSX loses his grip, but he doesn’t fall to the outside – with a clean jerk, Ridley brings him back over the top of the cage and lets him fall to the inside, so that FSX ends up draped over the top rope facing the wall of the cage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:18:26 GMT -5
Ridley spider climbs back down the cage; with one hand to its wall, he balances on the top rope, staring at the prostrate FSX. Ridley shrugs, steps across, takes hold of FSX’s arms and nails a Flayer directly into the wall of the cage. Ridley hops off, letting FSX slump to the mat, and then raises his arms to the crowd, walking around and playing to the crowd. The fans make a huge amount of noise, and yet suddenly they get louder still…… Ridley turns, and sees that FSX is, incredibly, back on his feet, bleeding, bruised, but apparently no – selling the concept of the flayer as the end of the match. Ridley grins again, showing his forked tongue and razor – fangs, and then the pair charge one another, each determined to annihilate their foe…..
FSX loads everything he’s got left into trying to bring Ridley down; he pummels him and then kicks Ridley in the gut, before launching him straight at the cage wall through the ropes. Ridley, however, brings his feet forward and turns his motion into a quebrada that FSX has no chance to avoid. Ridley leaps back to his feet and returns the favour, throwing FSX against the metal – staying close, he collects him as he bounces off and repeats the treatment 2,3,4 times. Using the same spot over and over again not only makes FSX bleed more, but also weakens the panel. Tiring of this, Ridley applies a stepover anklelock – FSX howls in pain, but tapping out is not an option. Ridley closes his eyes and listens to the sound as if it were sweet music – but with his back to the wall he does not see Will Anger pull away the weakened panel. FSX sees the gap in the cage open, and he breathes deeply – then without further warning he hauls himself forward, grabbing the edge of the apron and actually getting about halfway out. He claws desperately at the floor, but by this time Ridley’s had a chance to regroup, and he mercilessly pulls FSX back in. FSX is now almost screaming in pain, for Ridley can make even the simplest holds agonising, and watching from the outside Anger can tolerate no more. Despite the warnings of the referee at the side, he rolls into the cage and tears Ridley away, throwing him to one side of the ring – the side he’s just come from. Quite by accident, Ridley passes through the ropes and falls out of the cage on to the floor outside. The ref sees Ridley stand up, and calls for the bell.
Philip: Your winner of this match….Ridley!
The cage starts to rise away, and Ridley has a mic in his hand as he gets back into the ring; he faces FSX and Anger, who are standing on the other side. FSX doesn’t seem too bothered about the loss at this precise minute, he’s just happy to still be breathing. Ridley regards the two men and thinks before he speaks.
Ridley: A lot of people said that Fallen Souls didn't have a chance at beating me. A lot of people said that Fallen Souls didn't have a plan. A lot of people said that Fallen Souls' faction wasn't as powerful as mine. A LOT OF PEOPLE SAID THAT FALLEN SOULS SIMPLY DIDN'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES.
He pauses, and everyone is silent.
Ridley: FSX....goddammit, I was one of those people....BUT NOW I'M NOT.
FSX: Really?
Ridley: Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you.
Without further comment, Ridley nails FSX with the microphone, and smashes Anger with a Yakuza kick, garnering a sizable pop. Then to top things off, he shows the crowd the Motherfuckin’ 1-8-7, a wheelbarrow capture into a Storm Cradle driver. With both men down, Ridley shoves their prone forms out of the ring, and the crowd roars again as “Puritania” hits.
Ridley’s music, however, doesn’t get very far before it’s faded out. No one’s quite sure what’s going on, but as trainers help Anger and FSX to the back, they’re passed by two familiar figures, and the crowd goes bonkers as Latino and RDK approach the ring. Latino’s got a mic of his own, and Ridley, assuming they’re here for a reason, leans on the nearside rope.
RDK and Latino stop short of entering the ring while Ridley’s in it, and Latino pauses to let the crowd settle a bit before he speaks.
Latino: ….Mira, I’m gonna cut to the chase. Ridley, you saw what el Jefe and his alliance has already done to me. We all know what he can do if he really wanted. He’s already made our match a damn handicap and –<br> Ridley’s expression shows that he clearly doesn’t give a fuck about Latino’s rambling. Wisely, RDK cuts Latino off; he grabs the mic and holds it to his mouth. He looks side to side towards the fans and then pauses for a few seconds.
RDK: OOooooooOOoOh Yea! You see bruda I think what the Latino One over here is trying to say is we need some help….specifically your help! We need to take out the Corporate Alliance. I know you could care less about any of this, but I do know YOU…... And I know you just love screwing over people in authority, and beating people to within inches of their lives. Well that’s exactly what we need.……so what do you say Bruda?
Ridley doesn’t answer straight away; he takes a few steps back to his original spot in the middle of the ring and looks side to side towards RDK and Latino. After a few more moments have passed, he gives his answer.
Ridley: …….All right. I’ll join your little team…but not to help you two or to get on anyone’s good side.
He turns and faces the camera.
Ridley: Mr. Chairman……consider this the ONLY warning you’re going to get. If your little “alliance” EVER crosses my path in anger, YOU’LL be first on my list, and this is just a taste of what I’ll do……
RDK and Latino enter the ring, and without further ado Philip prepares to announce their opponents.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:19:37 GMT -5
Match 8: BK London, TNT and Torak vs. Latino, RDK and Ridley
Philip stands to one side, wisely deciding not to get any closer to the men in the ring than he has to,.
Philip: This is tonight’s main event, a six man tag match set for one fall. Already in the ring, the team of the Macho Man RDK, Latino and Ridley!
The fans give a fresh pop, which is quickly overridden as “Two Words” hits.
Philip: And their opponents, from Blood Hill, UK, Chicago Illinois and Brooklyn, New York, Torak, the International Champion TNT, and the ACW World Champion BK London!
The corporate alliance team enters with BK in the lead, and TNT and Torak a little behind him. If any of them are nervous at the prospect now before them, they hide it well, and they step up to the apron, enforcing their will to enter the ring. The crowd noise surges as all six men face one another down, and the referee does extremely well to divide them before an uncontrollable fight breaks out.
Still clearly in a fighting mood, Ridley steps forward and challenges the opposition. Torak advances to meet him without hesitation; the crowd is absolutely fascinated to see what will happen when the pair collide, and Ridley seems interested by the fact that Torak is not in the least intimidated – and in Torak’s case, the feeling is mutual. Both men are used to having their opponents on the back foot, and the crowd surges with sound as they appraise one another while the referee sends the rest of the team to their corners.
Bell Rings.
As soon as the bell sounds, BK and TNT execute part 1 of their plan – they spin around, having just reached the ropes, and dash back to catch Ridley in a 3 on 1 attack. This is clearly designed to try and take out the most dangerous member of the opposition quickly, but it backfires as Ridley sends BK and TNT to the mat with roundhouse kicks. He also kicks Torak, who staggers a little but does not fall – Torak looks miffed more than anything else, and retaliates with a huge powerslam, from which Ridley quickly kips up. By now RDK and Latino are on the scene, and they throw BK and TNT to the outside, following them as the referee brings his attention back to the battle in the ring. Ridley and Torak are trading thunderous blows that would floor most of their opponents, however in this case both men stand firm and take the punishment with impressive fortitude. Torak then tries for a second slam, but Ridley slips aside and hits the ropes to build velocity. Torak readies himself for the attack, but Ridley surprises everyone by pulling up short, looking at Torak, and then promptly chopping his knee from under him with extreme force. Torak drops to one knee and now Ridley can use his Yakuza Kick; Torak is at last brought down and Ridley makes a pin. It doesn’t even make the 2 count; Form the apron Ridley hears BK taunting him, and deciding he’s had enough of Torak for now, Ridley whips Torak into his won corner, so that he makes contact with BK. BK goes pale, and quickly passes on the tag to TNT; TNT glares, but his pride means he won’t back down from anyone, and he enters the ring.
TNT moves forward and locks up with Ridley; they grapple, and TNT gets the best of it by hitting a strong suplex. TNT laughs, but then has to quickly duck as Ridley comes back with a huge clothesline. TNT is down and Ridley stomps on him ferociously until TNT rolls away; Ridley follows, but as TNT gets up he rakes Ridley in the eyes and hits him with a brainbuster DDT. It won’t keep Ridley down for long, but that’s not the idea – TNT rockets to the corner, and cameras flash all over the place as he nails the Air TNT. TNT pins, and is thrown off of Ridley at the 2 count; Ridley stands up, clearly very pissed off, and RDK decides that he needs a cooling off period. RDK calls Ridley back for a tag, and though he’s still fired up Ridley consents, tagging with his former partner and stablemate. RDK leaps straight into action – he dashes at TNT, who whips RDK toward the opposite ropes where BK holds them down so that RDK flies out and ends up on the outside. Torak and BK immediately start to attack RDK; TNT blocks the referee’s view, but this backfires as he then does not spot Latino rushing forward. Latino clotheslines TNT down, and climbs the post for Last Night’s Hangover – but BK, leaving Torak to get on with things, runs along the apron and shoves him off, sending Latino sternum – first into the announce table.
RDK manages to get away from Torak, and thanks to Latino’s action he is able to get back into the ring before TNT is able to set up any further sneak attacks. Things are now totally out of control on the outside, and Ridley steams in to join the four person battle, which the ref is ignoring in favour of keeping an eye on action in the ring itself (quite probably on Ginger’s orders). Latino, determined to get a high flying move in somewhere, is back at the post; Ridley has knocked BK down, and Latino goes for the suicide dive – but Torak intervenes, clotheslining Latino in mid air with incredible force. BK smirks, but then sees that things aren’t going so well in the ring – RDK has just delivered a Rockbottom to TNT, and TNT does well to kick out at 2.5. BK shouts for the tag, and TNT obliges him; BK spins RDK around as he’s getting up from the pin, and demonstrates his own variation on the move - the “Mockbottom”. On the outside, Latino and Ridley are holding Torak at bay, but TNT has a new idea up his sleeve – he springs from the top rope into a grand plancha that hits all three other men, and the crowd scatters as the fight spills over into the front rows. Surging with energy, TNT kips up and comes face to face with Ridley, who’s just done the same; TNT takes a huge chance and jumps forward and up, hitting Ridley with his RKO. The crowd gasps, and their surprise only multiplies when Ridley sits bolt upright in the wreckage of several flattened chairs, spots TNT next to the barrier exchanging punches with Latino, runs over, throws Latino aside (and straight into Torak, who wasn’t expecting a visit and is taken down) and executes a Stun Gun using the barrier in place of the ropes. Ridley jumps up on to the barrier, and raises his arms to play to the fans before joining Latino back on the apron as the match continues……..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:20:20 GMT -5
RDK and BK have been beating the hell out of one another for about 10 minutes – RDK’s tried a Macho Slam and a second Rockbottom, while BK’s failed to score with the Revolver and the Down and Out. Both are now starting to tire; RDK makes a dash and tries to tag the first hand he sees, but BK cuts him off and clotheslines both RDK’s allies off the apron. BK smirks, but he then misses Latino sneaking around the side of the ring. Ridley springs back up and this time the tag is successful – BK dashes back to his corner, desperate to tag out, but Latino’s beaten him to it and he pulls both Torak and TNT down. Realising Ridley’s upon him, BK has to stand and fight – Ridley has his arm outstretched for a clothesline, but BK catches it and twists into a Staightjacket position. Instead of copying Ridley’s submission (which would largely be pointless), BK pulls off a Straightjacket Lungblower and pins. He gets a 2 count, and a whole lot of trouble – Ridley’s having slightly less fun now, and so to redress the balance he nips over to the ropes and runs up them into launch for a Dragonrana, making the crowd pop massively. BK’s down, and Ridley only has to drag him a short way to a neutral corner before setting up the flayer. If it hits, BK’s out for the night…..so he’s extremely lucky that TNT breaks the move up. The ref orders TNT back; TNT protests, and while the ref’s back is turned BK hits a blatant low blow on to Ridley from behind. Ridley’s attention is diverted for just a second, and BK hits the revolver; TNT immediately forgets his protest, jumps over the ropes, runs along the apron, and in one motion jumps up to the ropes and springs into a split – legged moonsault. TNT’s on fire tonight, and the crowd’s loving it all – it’s him they cheer, putting Kayfabe aside momentarily, even as BK pins. 1,2 – Ridley throws BK off, grins, and charges the two men, knocking them out of the ring. As BK passes, Torak takes a swipe to touch his hand and then enters the ring as the referee signals that the tag was legal. Ridley’s about to follow his quarry, but then he notices that Latino and Torak are staring one another down. Ridley quickly makes a tag to Latino before executing a no – hands plancha to crash over the ropes and on to BK and TNT, and Latino waves RDK off to have fun with his original tag partner as he prepares to take care of some business of his own.
Latino and Torak ignore the chaos that’s engulfing the outside of the ring; they move closer as, in the background, TNT and BK can be seen executing a double – team move on RDK. TNT’s RKO leaves RDK a little dazed, but Ridley strikes back by using a buzzsaw kick on TNT. Torak makes a grab for Latino, who jumps aside and then whips Torak into the corner. Latino tries to jump up on to Torak’s back, however Torak turns around quickly and catches Latino, slamming him down with a huge spinebuster. Torak pins, and Latino kicks at 2.5; Torak looks a little annoyed, and decides to cut to the chase with his Medieval Driver. Latino sees the danger and thrashes to get free, but Torak’s just too strong – until RDK jumps up on the apron and shouts to get Torak’s attention. Torak turns, and he’s just a bit too close to the ropes – Latino hooks them with his feet and Torak can’t complete the move. RDK kicks Torak in the leg and Torak is finally distracted enough for Latino to get free; getting his feet to the apron, Latino uses the ropes to get the height and velocity needed for a springboard hurricanrana. Torak falls, and Latino covers – 1,2,- Torak shoves Latino away, and Latino has to move very quickly to avoid getting stomped flat. On the outside, TNT whips RDK into the steel steps – BK’s doing his best impression of a roadrunner trying to get away from Ridley, and so they both miss the sight of TNT lifting RDK on to his shoulders for a fireman’s carry. The crowd starts to get loud as they see TNT eye the announce table, and then it happens – TNT completes the Cradleshock, straight on to the announce table, crushing it utterly. RDK’s out for the count, but since he’s not legal a pin is useless…..
Latino, too, is being worn down badly; Torak just keeps attacking, and a single huge punch sends Latino crashing backwards to the mat. Torak stands over him, staring malevolently from beneath his mask, and then the crowd starts to boo even more ferociously; from the back comes Cordelia, evidently keen to watch her fiancé win the match for his team. As she strides down the ramp, Torak lifts Latino up for the Medievil Driver again, and this time Latino’s too dazed to fight back effectively. He waits for Cordelia to get closer, but then there’s another roar from the crowd, and Cordelia sees Torak’s eyes widen in surprise….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 17, 2005 17:20:56 GMT -5
Cordelia doesn’t see what hits her – all she registers is a massive blow to the back of the head, and then a second impact as she hits the metal ramp face first. She tries to get up, but someone pulls her arms behind her and puts a foot on the back of her neck; Cordelia is just about able to raise her head enough for her fearful eyes to meet those of Torak. Torak glares, and understands the stalemate he’s now in……
Alicia stares right back at him. She may not have the same experience with the curbstomp as Ridley does, but one thing’s for sure – even a rough execution of the move on to metal will mess up Cordelia’s good looks in a serious manner. Ridley hasn’t noticed any of this just yet; he’s found his screwdriver again, and is happily attacking TNT with it. The staredown continues, and finally Torak breaks – he drops Latino roughly to the mat, and makes straight for the edge of the ring. Latino, however, grabs Torak by the ankle and makes him fall forward – he rolls over and tags to RDK, who’s just about made it back to the apron. RDK stands on the post, and prepares for his legendary moonsault – but BK comes up behind him and knocks him down, crotching him on the post. He touches Torak’s hand as the big man throws himself out of the ring, and rolls in, throwing RDK down from the post and then leaping up it for the Brooklyn to London. BK leaps upward and lands the move perfectly; he pins, 1,2, th – RDK kicks, and the crowd goes wild. Torak charges up the ramp, straight for AK; he’s so furious that he can’t stop when AK whips Cordelia straight into him, and he knocks her back to the floor. Cordelia strikes her head, and Torak is oblivious to what’s happening in the ring; BK and TNT try to double team RDK, but Ridley Yakuza Kicks TNT down and Latino hits him with last night’s hangover. BK, finding himself surrounded, tries to flee – but RDK grabs him and almost Rockbottoms him through the canvas. The ring magically clears of extra people, and the referee counts the 1-2-3 as RDK pins BK. Philip: Here are your winners……RDK, Latino and Ridley!
Both BK and TNT are down as the victorious team briefly regroups. Ridley gives RDK a nod and then exits the ring; as he leaves, Alicia slides in and she embraces Latino with a broad smile. Latino looks over and sees Torak lift up Cordelia, who’s not badly hurt; his look is one of pure anger, and Latino and AK both know that things are bound to hot up when Cordelia recovers enough to complain to Ginger. But for now at least, they’re one up on their rivals, and they leave with RDK as BK and TNT start to stir.
The fans are cheering now, but what will the consequences be for everyone? Will they come to regret these small victories on the grand stage of Bloody Valentine?
Time, as they so often say in ACW, will tell.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by scrawn on Feb 17, 2005 17:22:11 GMT -5
Great show
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Feb 17, 2005 17:23:02 GMT -5
Nice Show
good job everyone who contributed to it
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Post by Wyvern on Feb 17, 2005 17:29:06 GMT -5
Grood show.
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Post by BK London on Feb 17, 2005 17:29:18 GMT -5
Great Show AK.
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Post by Fallen Souls on Feb 17, 2005 17:29:41 GMT -5
that turned out just as I had planned...note to self.....get better plans ;D great show
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