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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:16:49 GMT -5
This one is almost exactly like the Room Of Hell from LSOH1. A glistening row of meathooks adorns each of the walls, and all sorts of insane weaponry has been strewn about the floor. Ridley looks around briefly---but then hits the floor hard, as AK drops on him from above. The two briefly roll around for a second, punching, gouging, biting, until Ridley grabs a screwdriver off the floor next to him and jams it into AK’s ribs, causing her to cry out in pain and jerk away. He crawls back towards her, intent on doing more damage, but AK’s grabbed a weapon of her own, and Ridley’s approach is stopped by a sudden shot directly to the face of the head with a metal cleaver. Blood splatters onto the side of the cage, and AK slowly manages to stand while Ridley, his face completely masked in his own blood, continues to do that strange, raspy breathing that he does when he’s severely hurt.
As he takes his hand away, we can see that the eye’s still intact. However, a deep gash stretches down over the forehead and cheek on each side of the eye. He’ll most likely bear that scar until the end of his days.
AK goes to pick Ridley up, but he grabs both shoulders and throws her towards the meathooks on the wall closest to them. She grabs a pair of the hooks and does a handstand as he charges after her, shooting back over him, and he turns around to another shot from the cleaver. This one’s blocked, however; Ridley wrenches the cleaver away and throws it aside, then hits a spinebuster on a nearby bed of barbed wire that’s been obviously covered in curry powder. AK writhes as Ridley stands; glancing around for a second, he gets a demonic gleam in his eyes….
Ridley: Excalibur may be gone….
He produces a HUGE weedwhacker from one of the side walls, its foot-wide radial saw glistening, and begins revving it up.
Ridley:…but say hello to Masamune.
As Ridley swings Masamune inwards, AK takes a nasty gash across one of her arms, then a scrape to the thigh, but grabs the weedwhacker by the shaft and tries to wrestle it away from Ridley. The two jerk on it simultaneously, getting dangerously close to the meathooks, until AK gets in a kick to the midsection, wrenches Masamune away, and lets loose on Ridley’s back with the blade. Blood shoots up like Old Faithful, and Ridley bellows in agony; he drags himself forward with both hands like a man possessed, grabs the middle of the Masamune, and rams the “hilt” end back into AK’s stomach. She drops it, the deadman’s switch turning off the motor, and he smashes a lighttube star (which was next to them) over her back. By this time, AK’s previously white ringwear has turned almost completely crimson, both from her blood and from that of her opponent. Ridley’s about to follow up, but AK grabs a VCR off the floor next to her and hurls it at him. Rather than hitting flat, the VCR’s corner nails Ridley right in the temple. He wobbles, and drops to both knees, his eyes briefly becoming unfocused; for a second the fans are sure that it’s over. Another second, and they’re proved wrong when his head snaps back up.
The gore-soaked Ridley’s become like a man possessed; as he and AK are kneeling in front of each other, he rears back and nails her squarely in the side of the head with a roundhouse that nearly knocks her over. It doesn’t however; AK covers up and unleashes a punch of her own. And so they’ve come full circle as the two continue to whale on each other over and over, exactly as they’d been doing at the beginning. This time, it’s AK who comes out the better for it, as she manages to almost drop Ridley with an elbow strike to the face. As he reels, she pulls herself back up and leans back against the cage wall for support.
Staggering to his feet as well, Ridley tries for a standing clothesline, but AK blocks it (he’s sufficiently weakened to the point that a block stops it entirely) and turns, Irish whipping him into the meathooks. Ridley stops short as one of the hooks jams into his back, stopping his trip into the wall. He snarls, places a hand on either side of him, and bodily tears himself off the hook, THEN hits the clothesline he was going for and slams a nearby cinderblock down on AK’s back (right on the spine), breaking the block and dropping her to a lying position.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:17:19 GMT -5
Ridley does the throat-slitting taunt, and the audience, while cheering, is understandably a bit shocked by the sheer brutality of what they’ve been seeing. He hoists her in the air as if for a brainbuster, and a huge scream from the crowd of combined shock, horror, and delight nearly deafens everybody in the arena as Ridley, his body pushed to its maximum possible limit, holds AK up in position for the Ejaculator. He does the requisite jump at the beginning, and the two crash through what seems like the fabric of space itself.
But actually, it’s just the floor of the cage, which AK goes through headfirst. She lands back in the third tier (alongside a sickle and an electric drill that fell with her), surrounded by flames, completely unconscious. Ridley looks down through the floor at her, and suddenly it occurs to him that he’s got to escape the LSOH in order to win. His vision immediately snaps up to the ceiling, where he can slide through the one opening and skim down the side of the still-flaming cage. Immediately, Ridley is up and onto the wall, still running on adrenaline despite his massive blood loss, and he climbs to exit the cage----
Suddenly, he stops, as if focusing on something off in the distance. The Lord of Hardcore cocks his head to the side, and listens carefully; off in the background, he can slowly hear the building chants:
Crowd: ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!
There’s no way in hell AK can prevent him from getting out of this cage. He’s got the victory as good as won; all he has to do is climb out and touch the floor…….but with a look of “give the people what they want,” Ridley shrugs, drops down off the wall, and steps through the hole that AK left in the floor, drawing a huge pop. He lands in the third tier as well, and with a sigh, motions for another Ejaculator, then picks AK up. Ridley gets to about the point of starting the flapjack when he realizes something’s wrong. His realization becomes concrete a second later when AK twists to the side and elbows him once, then twice in the stomach. Ridley stays doubled over her, stunned, and then AK goes for her last resort. She reaches next to her, grabs the massive drill that fell next to her, pulls the trigger, and rams it straight into Ridley’s abdomen as he claws for her.
Ridley’s eyes almost pop out of his head as he bellows again, this time falling to both knees. AK lets the drill go; it falls to the ground and the newly opened wound in Ridley’s stomach spurts blood. However, it doesn’t give out nearly as much as his mouth, which spews forth a crimson torrent as Ridley clutches the drill wound and coughs up a ton of his own blood. AK sees her chance and scrambles away to the side of the chamber, amidst the flames, and Ridley’s way too out of it to prevent her from reaching her goal: the door. She throws it open, and with no time to climb down before being overtaken by the flames, AK leaps off the side into eternity.
What happens next is not remembered well by either participant. Ridley barely recalls anything after the first weedwhacker shot, and AK lost consciousness in midair for a few seconds. However, those who watch the tape of the show agree that she was excruciatingly lucky to have landed in the arms of the security guards who were waiting for just this purpose, and they set her down and help her to stand.
Phillip: The winner of the finals….and your 2004 King Of The Deathmatch winner….Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!!!!!!!!
AK’s only semi-conscious as Chairman Gingerdude and the special guest presenter, deathmatch legend Abdullah the Butcher, present her with a massive trophy, “In The Shadows” playing over the sound system. The crowd is berserk with affection for the new KOTDM, who is hoisted onto the shoulders of the two presenters and paraded around the arena as security puts out the fire on the cage with a pair of massive hoses.
AK nearly slips off their shoulders once, as she’s covered in blood, but they put her down and she holds the trophy up high, basking in the “Kitsune” and “A C Dub” chants. She’s got a huge grin on her face; never in a thousand years would she have thought it was possible to win this big. The entire 40,000-man crowd is screaming for AK as she raises an arm, a picture of achievement.
On the opposite end of the spectrum Ridley, still inside the third tier, rolls over and stares down at her, his blood dripping in almost a small waterfall from the chainlink floor below him into the second tier. He hears the EMTs coming for him, and feels around with an arm until he finds a spot on which to pull himself up. Slowly, Ridley stands one-handed (the other hand on the quarter-sized hole in his stomach) and continues looking out the side, disappointment in himself evident in his eyes. He could have taken it for the second year in a row, if he hadn’t listened to the fans and gone for a second Ejaculator……
EMT: Sir, we need to evacuate you to a local medical facility immediately.
Ridley sighs, murmuring “next time, Alicia” under his breath, and turns from the wall, letting the EMTs lead him off without an argument. One of them examines the weedwhacker injury to his back.
EMT: That’s an incredibly bad cut, sir, it’ll probably require extensive stitching. Does your company cover work-related----
Ridley cuts him off with a glare. While now very weak and rheumy-eyed, he still has a gaze that makes you stop and listen.
Ridley: Stitches are for bitches, kid. Just get me some blood.
He opens the door to the ambulance himself and steps in the back, then closes it behind him. The EMT shrugs and gets into the driver’s seat, and the ambulance speeds off towards the local hospital as the cameras pull back and fade out.
The Atomic Kitsune has won the title of being the King of the Deathmatch…but in the future, will she have what it takes to prove that she still deserves the title? Will she still be willing to shed the blood, spill the sweat, and stifle the tears in order to maintain her status as one of the best that ACW has to offer?
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:21:27 GMT -5
The scene opens with a shot of Dwight and Kevin on a stairway.
Dwight: Meltdown originated as a show to keep the folks at home like you, watching our ACW product. It continued various storylines throughout the week instead of having one show per-week and having you wait and anticipate for another. You may look at Meltdown and say "Hey, its just another warfare" Well there is a big difference..
Kevin: Yeah like one's on Monday and one's on Thursday...
Dwight looks at Kevin.
Dwight: Yeah orrr that our ACW superstars IMO worked harder on this show to end off the week with a bang.
Kevin: BANG!!
Dwight: Yes..bang. Just like this match that came into 5th place, these two superstars may have not been the best champs of their time. May have not been the top superstars of the pack but they put on one hell of a match.
Kevin: Wait..these two actually made it on the top 5.
Dwight: Well the fans at home voted it.
Kevin: I guess.
Dwight: In one of the best matches of Meltdown, Angelo Giovanni vs Kross !!
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:22:18 GMT -5
#5 Meltdown: Kross v Angelo (Credit: Ridley, Ending Credit: Latino)
Phillip: This next match is a traditional singles match. It is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first....
"No Sleep Till Brooklyn" (the FBI's theme) hits, and is privately greeted with a shower of boos.
Phillip: From Venice, Italy, the don of the Italian Mafia...Angelo Giovanni!
Angelo shouts more abuse at the fans than they do at him, adding in several incomprehensible Roman-accented slurs and a chin flick when he reaches the ring for effect. He pops his knuckles and puts out the expensive cigar he's smoking as "Vater Unser" plays.
Phillip: And his opponent....from the Vatican City, weighing in at 202 pounds...Michael Kross!
Kross walks down the ramp, bestowing blessings on the fans in a sharp contrast to Angelo's behaviour. He reaches the ring and discards his extra clothing, setting his cross on the apron next to the turnbuckle. The two men face each other for the first time, but each is sure it'll be a hard-fought match.
Bell rings.
Angelo and Kross aren't planning on messing around; they rush each other right at the outset. The mutual shoulderblock doesn't knock over either man, so Don Giovanni gives it another try. Kross changes his game plan mid-move and catches Angelo with an armdrag on the way back. Angelo springs to his feet, charges again, and eats another armdrag. This time, it's Kross who goes on the attack, but his foe turns the tables on him and does an armdrag of his own. The two come up simultaneously and stare at each other, both impressed. It looks like their suspicions about each other have been confirmed.
With a new strategy, Angelo knees Kross in the gut and slaps on a headlock, bouncing off the side ropes for a running bulldog. The priest, however, manages to shove Angelo off and roll. As Angelo comes back on the rebound, he's met with an attempted wheel kick. He counters with a sliding shoulder tackle, and Kross passes over his head without either man actually hitting the other. Not to be deterred, the Mafioso wheels around, but he finds an unexpected surprise: Kross has done a front cartwheel onto the ropes, and uses that to rebound and attempt a handspring elbow. The bigger Angelo catches him and hurls him for a German Suplex, but Kross flips in midair and lands on his feet. Giovanni's lariat is met with a flapjack, and Kross leaps into the air after his foe, dropkicking him away in midair. He dives onto Angelo and hooks the leg, but is forcibly thrown off after one.
Angelo slides out of the ring, cursing in Italian, and retreats to the floor for a second to recuperate. As he looks up, however, he sees Kross dashing across the ring for a suicide dive. He jumps onto the apron, but Kross has anticipated this counter; he slides under the bottom rope and through Angelo's legs before leaping onto the guardrail and attempting a springboard crossbody. Giovanni's a step ahead of his adversary, and has already bounced up onto the top rope; he kicks the just-landing Kross off the apron, bounces again, this time landing on his feet with excellent balance, and hits a sky-high Asai moonsault, knocking both of them to the floor.
By the time they're back up and brawling into the ramp (which isn't too long; both men are stoked as hell), the countout limit has already expired. The fans boo, expecting the match to end in a draw...but the ref simply shrugs as if to say "I'll allow it", and the match continues, drawing a huge pop.
Meanwhile, Angelo gives Kross a neck-snapping tiger suplex off the runway, then grabs a chair out of the front row. He jumps off the ramp onto the floor with the chair held under him, intending to splash Kross. However, the priest has rolled and grabbed a chair of his own; as Angelo comes down, he's met with a shot to the face in midair. Angelo flops backwards and flails like a fish out of water, clutching his face; another two chairshots fall on him and Kross reaches under the ramp, producing a nightstick. He takes a swing, but Angelo's ready; he rolls to the side and snatches up a baseball bat from the same spot just in time to block Kross's next swing.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:23:21 GMT -5
Angelo now takes a swing of his own; the nightstick and the bat crash against each other with a loud THUNK. His next swing is parried by Kross, who leaps into the air, kicks off the wall, lands on Angelo's shoulders, and jumps up onto the stage. Angelo is momentarily stunned by this, but he quickly recuperates and chases Kross up. Their weapons clash again and again until Kross goes for a thrust with the nightstick, and Angelo catches his attack. With a quick spinning motion, he wheelthrows Kross headfirst into the neon "MELTDOWN" on the side of the set.
The entire crowd is on their feet by now, and a resounding chant of "THIS IS AWESOME *clap clap clapclapclap*" has been roaring over the arena for a full two minutes now. It's not showing any signs of slowing up as Kross returns the favor of slamming Angelo's head into the side of the Titantron. He finally makes a cover, and the referee (who's followed the two up to the stage) counts to two before Angelo forcefully thrusts a shoulder up, breaking the count. Kross is somewhat frustrated, but it only serves to fuel his desire to win.
The priest moves to the side and reaches into the back, coming out with first one wooden table, then another. Setting them both up next to the Titantron, he goes back to get Angelo, but the wily crime boss has been playing possum, and he nails Kross with a low blow as he's about to be picked up. This doubles Kross over, and Angelo sees his opportunity; he signals for the Italian Decimator, and hoists his adversary into the air. Showing phenomenal strength, Angelo holds Kross on his shoulders with one hand and points to the tables with the other, then runs forward to put him through both.
As Kenta Kobashi, Dan Maff, and Justice Pain have learned many times, however, if the opponent is given long enough to recover, he can easily backslide out of a burning hammer. So it is that Kross pushes off Angelo's shoulders, hits the steel stage, and rolls away from the tables as Angelo's momentum sends him crashing onto them. Neither table breaks, however, and Don Giovanni hops back to his feet. He has no time to counter, however; Kross comes running and leaps a full four feet into the air, hitting him with a Redeemer kick in midair. The fans go wild as Kross makes the cover and the ref counts one, two---NO! Angelo somehow manages to get a shoulder up. The crowd, Kross, and the referee are amazed that he kicked out of the Redeemer, and it's beginning to become questionable as to what it'll take to put the mafioso away.
Kross, shaking his head in disbelief, picks Angelo up to work him over some more, but the Italian hoss rams him in the stomach with an elbow, then hurls him up against the side of the Titantron. Out of instinct, Kross hangs on upon impact (rather than falling to the floor), and Angelo grabs him by the ankle to pull him back down. He's met with a kick to the face, however, and the priest climbs higher to escape his assailant. In hot pursuit, Angelo leaps up after Kross and grabs at him again. This time, Kross simply drops his weight and hits Angelo full in the chest with both feet, knocking him off the side of the Titantron, four feet onto the tables.
Kross looks down at his opponent, lying on the pair of tables, and then makes his decision; with the agility of a spider, he darts up the side of the Titantron until he stands poised twenty feet above the prone Angelo. Kross is silhouetted against his own image on the screen as he spreads both arms, and the noise level hits maximum as he makes the sign of the cross, shouts "In nomine patris et fili et spiritus sancti", and leaps off the Titantron into the Divine Wrath, crashing down on Angelo, breaking both tables, and actually causing the stage to sag in a cataclysmic impact. The "holy shit" chants start up really fast as Kross manages to drop an arm over Angelo's shoulders for the one...two...three.
Phillip: The winner of this match...Michael Kross!!!
Kross has to be assisted from the wreckage; as the referee holds his hand in the air, he grins widely, thrilled with the giant pop he's gotten. A second later, when Angelo starts motioning for someone to come from the back. A huge pop is heard as Latino comes out with a reluctant look on his face. Angle starts yelling at Latino to do the job. Kross now notices Latino and smiles offering to shake his hand. Latino still with a reluctant look on his face glances at Angelo then back at Kross. He throws a punch at Kross and pulls off a Diamond Cutter. Latino turns to leave but Angelo stops him and tells him he’s not finished.
Angelo: Hey! You didn’t finish the damn job! Now finish it now!
Latino climbs the turnbuckle and delivers a frog splash to Kross’ unconscious body. He picks up Kross and gives him an inverted piledriver slamming his head onto the ring floor. Latino rolls out of the ring wanting to get as far away from the ring and Angelo as he can.
Latino: There it’s fucking done!
The camera performs a close up on Angelo and catches his final words right before the commercial break.
Angelo: You’re not even close to being done Laureano.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:24:31 GMT -5
#4 Meltdown: BK, Angelo, and Vinnie vs Latino, AK, and Yoko - Elimination Rules (Credit: BK)
It’s at last time for the main event, and Philip has to circle the ring several times with his mic poised before there is sufficient quiet for him to speak.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s main event is a 6 person Tag - Elimination match, which will continue until all the members of one team have been eliminated by pinfall or submission. Introducing first, from Lansing Michigan….Vinnie Dulario!
”For whom the Bell Tolls” plays, and Vinnie heads out to a chorus of boos. He shrugs this off and heads down to the ring, pacing around and flexing his muscles to warm up, just the merest hint of a preoccupation with other events apparent in his eyes.
“I’m a Bomb” replaces Metallica, and the fans perk up at once as AK paces out into the spotlights, all smiles at the thought of the match to come.
Philip: The first competitor for the opposing team…….from London England, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
AK zig zags across the walkway, greeting the audience and admiring the various works of art masquerading as banners. She slides into the ring and gives Philip a nod before taking up a position on the opposite side of the ring to Vinnie. The two make eye contact for just a fraction of a second in acknowledgement of one another, and then turn their attention back to the stage.
Philip: Next, from New York…….Angelo “The Venom” Giovanni!
”The way I am” heralds Angelo’s entrance, along with a crescendo of boos. Angelo succeeds in chin flicking most of the fans as he strides to the ring; he jumps over the ropes and stalks around, and then starts to get in AK’s face until the ref warns him off. AK just raises an eyebrow, but when the ref’s back is turned she can’t resist giving Angelo the “Loser” forehead signal. Angelo practically explodes on the spot, but then “Lowrider” blasts into the arena and Angelo thinks better of it as Latino comes out at a run.
Philip: From New York City……..Victor “Latino” Laureano!
Latino doesn’t waste time in getting to the ring; he rolls inside and thumps his chest, firing up the fans. Angelo smirks; Vinnie ignores the testosterone fuelled display.
The music switches to “Public Service Announcement”, and the booing’s back with a vengeance as BK swans out into the limelight.
Philip: The final member of his team, from Brooklyn New York, the “Boy Wonder” BK London”!
BK stalks to the ring, and Latino watches him like a hawk; there’s no shouting and posturing between the two, just a silent glare of mutual dislike. They continue their staredown as “Flower of Carnage” hits, and the World Champion enters to a large pop.
Philip: And last but certainly not least, from Okinawa Japan, the current ACW World Champion…….Yoko Satoshi!
Yoko carries her belt down to the ring; she holds it defiantly in front of her three opponents before handing it to the referee. She and Vinnie shoot eyeball daggers at one another, and just as the ref’s about to call for the starters to come forward, Vinnie dispenses with protocol and throws a punch at Yoko. She ducks, but this seems to be the signal for everything to kick off, and the fans cheer enthusiastically as the match, or rather brawl, gets underway.
Bell Rings.
The two teams are exploding in the center of the ring as the crowd cheers for this competitive action, Vinnie and Yoko are exchanging blows, AK and Angelo are, and so are Latino and BK. The faces begin to get the upper hand in this battle and Vinnie is clotheslined over the ropes by Yoko, but soon after Angelo is sent soaring over the top rope to the outside leaving BK in the ring alone. Latino throws a right hand to BK and BK holds his jaw turning around only to receive another punch by AK on the outside. BK holds his jaw again and turns around before being laid out by the ACW Champion Yoko. Yoko indicates that she’s good to carry on, and picks up BK by his head as the ACW Couple of Latino and AK head to their corner. Yoko chops BK in the chest and BK holds his chest in pain, Yoko hits BK with another knife edge chop to the chest and BK now falls back onto the ropes. Yoko whips BK off the ropes and as BK bounces back he receives a Backbody Drop for his troubles. BK holds his back in pain before rolling out the ring to recover from Yoko's onslaught. BK is pissed and he kick the steel steps, the count by the referee begins and Angelo and Vinnie begin to talk to BK. The three huddle up and by the count of 5 the huddle is broken and BK returns into the ring. Yoko seems puzzled at what the two were planning but she wastes no time taking it to BK to several kicks to the abdomen. Yoko attempts a Swinging Neckbreaker but BK counters it in mid-turn into a Backslide Pin. As Yoko's shoulders are pinned to the mat the referee counts one, two, th-- but Yoko kicks out before Latino can come in and make the save. The referee instructs Latino to get back to his corner and Angelo and Giovanni quickly enter the ring and Double Team Yoko with a Double Suplex before heading back to their corner. The referee turns around and BK slyly hooks the leg of Yoko but Yoko kicks out before three. BK begins to grow frustrated but he picks up Yoko by her hair and tags in Angelo Giovanni.
Angelo enters the ring and quickly takes Yoko down with clubbing blows to the back, he then begins stomping away at Yoko before placing her head on the ropes and driving his knee into the back of her neck, choking her. The referee begins the count and Angelo releases at 4 right before he can be disqualified. Angelo argues with the ref and then he continues to work on Yoko. As he goes to pick her up she hits him with a Jawbreak out of nowhere. Angelo holds his jaw and Yoko follows up with a Standing Dropkick to take down the Italian superstar. Yoko slowly begins to stagger to her feet knowing she needs to make the tag but as she begins to walk over to her corner Angelo trips her and locks his leg around hers so she can't escape. Yoko begins to still try to crawl toward the corner but Vinnie quickly enters the ring and drops on elbow on the back of her neck before heading back to his corner. Angelo drags Yoko by her leg to the corner and Yoko begins to get to a vertical base on one foot. As Angelo is about to make the tag Yoko drops him down to the mat with an Enziguri. Angelo holds the back of his head in great pain and Yoko slowly crawls to his corner and AK is extending her hand far to get a piece of Angelo. Yoko dives and makes the tag to AK and AK bursts into the ring. As Angelo gets up she takes him down with a clothesline, Angelo gets up again AK this time takes him down with a Armdrag. When Angelo gets up he is so taken by this barrage of attacks he heads to the turnbuckle, AK runs up to him and tosses him across the ring with a Monkey Flip. Angelo lands on his back and AK picks him up and whips him into the ropes. AK attempts a clothesline but Angelo ducks and as Angelo rebounds off the ropes AK takes him down with a Harley Race like knee.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:25:36 GMT -5
Angelo holds his nose in pain and AK covers him but he kicks out right before three. AK picks him up and takes attempts a Atomic Drop but Angelo flips over AK's back and pushes her into the ropes. Angelo rolls her up and it looks as if he is about to get the elimination but the referee sees Angelo holding on the ropes. The referee swiftly kicks Angelo's arm to release the grasp off the ropes and AK counters the roll up with a roll up of her own but Angelo kicks out, launching AK into the ropes. Angelo quickly gets up and as AK bounces off the ropes Angelo rebounds with a Swinging Mobsters (Black Hole Slam) driving AK's back into the mat. Angelo hooks the leg of AK but the count is interrupted to Latino to a good reaction from the crowd. Vinnie and BK step into the ring and they knock both Yoko and Latino off their apron and they head to the outside. Angelo and AK are left in the ring and AK begins to stagger to her feet. Angelo catches AK from behind and locks in the Glock Lock, AK counters by hitting Angelo with a jawbreaker and then she hits the Falling Star. Both Angelo and AK are out in the middle of the ring and AK slowly begins to crawl to cover Angelo but Vinnie breaks up the count before the three is hit. Angelo is out cold still and Vinnie picks up AK and attempts to hit her with the Dead Enough but she counters that into an arm wrench and then a clothesline. Vinnie holds his head in pain and the referee checks on him, at that moment BK rolls into the ring and lays out AK with the real World Title over the head. BK then places Angelo's arm over AK's chest before rolling out the ring. As the referee turns around he counts one, two, three. Bell rings.
Phillip: Atomic Kitsune has been eliminated.
Latino enters the ring and he covers the almost unconsious Angelo but Angelo kicks out right before three. Latino picks up Angelo and puts his head between his legs, Latino stretches his arms out side to side, Razor Ramon style to set up for the Macana's Blade. Latino hoists Angelo in the air and Latino drops him down into the mat. Angelo is motionless in the ring and he rolls toward the ropes, Latino covers Angelo but Vinnie quickly runs by putting Angelo's bottom foot on the bottom rope breaking up the count. Yoko steps toward the outside and she takes down Vinnie and begins laying into him with blows to the face. The referee now goes to the outside trying to break up the two, BK rolls back into the ring with Yoko's title and he takes out Latino too. BK sees that the referee is about to enter the ring again and Angelo begins to stagger to his feet. BK quickly tosses the belt to Angelo and Angelo doesn't know where he is but he sees the belt and picks it up. BK hops onto the apron and the referee enters the ring and looks at Angelo, then Latino, then BK who is whistling a mean tune. Angelo looks at the belt and then to the referee and his eyes open up. Angelo tries to explain to the ref that he didn't do it but the ref isn't hearing it and he signals for the bell.
Phillip: Angelo Giovanni has been disqualified via DQ.
Angelo can't believe it and the referee orders him to the back and Angelo still doesn't know what happened. Vinnie enters the ring as Angelo leaving he screams curse words toward BK as BK is "shocked" and "appalled" at what has happened. Vinnie picks up Latino in the sitting position and begins to wrench the neck of Latino, Latino begins to show signs of pain and he can't take much more of it. Suddenly the arena begins to chant," Latino....Latino....Latino....Latino", Latino feeds off the support of the ACW fans and begins to slowly rise. He elbows Vinnie in the abdomen once, then twice, and then a third and final times and Vinnie releases the hold. Latino runs toward the ropes and as he bounces off Vinnie hits him with a Powerslam and hooks the leg but Latino kicks out. Vinnie gets up and he picks up the leg of Latino and begins stomping away at it, he then drops his knee into the knee of Latino before applying the Figure Four Leg Lock. Latino screams in pain and Vinnie shows an aggressive look on his face, Yoko begins to hit the turnbuckle to get some support for Latino from the crowd and it works. Latino finally gets the strength to turn over the hold, which reverses the pressure. Vinnie slips out of the move and Latino holds his legs in pain, Vinnie begins to get to his feet and he picks up Latino. He whips Latino into the corner but Latino runs up the ropes and he flies off with a Moonsault. Luckily Vinnie side steps the move and Latino lands hard, almost jamming his knee. Latino holds his knee in pain and Vinnie comes from behind and kicks the legs from under Latino dropping him to the ground. Vinnie picks up the leg of Latino and attempts the Figure Four again but when Vinnie turns around Latino kicks him into the corner which sends him down to the mat.
Latino rolls to his corner and he tags in Yoko, Yoko enters the ring and begins wildly stomping away at Vinnie. Yoko picks up Vinnie and takes him down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Vinnie holds the back of his neck and Yoko gets up and bounces off the ropes before hitting a Handspring Moonsault. Yoko hooks the leg of Vinnie but Vinnie kicks out, Yoko picks up Vinnie and attempts to hit the Jumping Piledriver but BK London enters the ring and attempts to clothesline Yoko but Yoko ducks. BK is sent into the ropes and Latino pulls down the ropes sending BK over the top and back first into the front of the announcing tables. Vinnie, in the ring, tries to roll up Yoko with a School Boy but Yoko kicks out. Back on the outside Latino throws BK over the announce table to the other side, Latino then begins to walk around to the other side of the table to pick up BK but BK clocks him over the head with a steel chair. Latino is out on the outside and it seems blood begins to come from his head. BK then reaches into his tights and pulls out something, Kiley now runs down to ringside for the match and she climbs on the apron. BK tosses the object into the ring and Vinnie puts it on, it appears to be some brass knucks. He gets up and tries to clock Yoko but to no avail as Yoko ducks. She then takes down Vinnie with a Double Leg Takedown and now wants to apply the Old Ball and Chain. Vinnie pulls his upper body up before she turns him over and pulls down the head of Yoko closer to him and then clocks him with the brass knucks. Yoko drops down to the mat like a sack of bricks and Vinnie rolls to the side of the ring where he tosses the knucks to the outside. Vinnie then fakes a knee injury as Kiley hops down from the apron, he begins wailing in pain getting the referee's attention and he does. The referee checks on him and while that is happening BK hops up on the apron and climbs to the top rope like a cat. BK hits Yoko with a From Brooklyn to London (SSP), perfectly and rolls out the ring. Vinnie takes this opportunity to roll over and cover Yoko for the one, two, three.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:25:51 GMT -5
Phillip: Yoko Satoshi is eliminated.
The crowd is angry as hell and a heelish smirk grows on the face of Vinnie. BK rolls into the ring and they now realize the two of them have a bloody Latino left to take out. The two smile at each other and Latino rolls into the ring with blood still dripping from his head. Latino staggers to his feet and he gives both superstars the middle finger to a huge response from the crowd. Vinnie and BK make their way toward Latino and Latino takes BK down with a right hand, and Vinnie with the same. Latino is taking out both superstars at the same time. Latino kicks Vinnie in the abdomen and grabs his head in bulldog position, Latino then jumps and his legs land on the shoulders of BK. Latino then shifts his weight to the side taking Vinnie down with a Headlock Takedown and BK with a leg scissors takedown. BK slides out the ring to the outside which leaves Vinnie in the ring alone. Vinnie gets up, almost dizzy, and turns around to get a kick in the abdomen. Latino then puts Vinnie in Suplex Position and hoists him in the air. Latino holds the move for about 7 seconds before dropping him down with a Brainbuster. Vinnie is out cold and Latino climbs to the top rope, he beats his chest in a fury before hitting Vinnie with Coqui's Flight. Latino hooks the leg of Vinnie to get the one...two...three.
Phillip: Vinnie Dulario is eliminated.
Latino rises up and BK takes him down with a blatant choke, squeezing the life out of his foe. The referee begins the count and BK releases the hold around 4. BK picks up Latino and he quickly sets him up for The Revolver but Latino pushes BK into the ropes. As BK comes off the rope Latino takes him down with a Backbody Drop, BK gets up holding his back and Latino follows up with a Russian Leg Sweep with a Float over Pin combo but only gets a near fall. Latino gets up to his feet and he waits for BK to get up and BK finally does, Latino capitalizes with a kick to the abdomen and then he puts him in suplex position. Latino begins to hit the Three Shots on BK and the crowd is going absolutely wild, Latino attempts the third Suplex but BK trips Latino and grabs the ankle of Latino and turns him over for the Corporate Lock. Latino is screaming in pain as BK torques the leg that was worked on earlier by Vinnie. Latino desperately tries to crawl to the ropes but BK pulls him back to the center of the ring and the crowd begins to boo BK. Latino is about to tap but finally he rolls forward launching BK into the corner. Luckily BK stops himself before he collides with the turnbuckle. BK turns around and charges toward Latino as Latino staggers to his feet but Latino ducks any attempt at a move by BK. BK turns around and Latino hops off his injured leg and hits the Switchblade Cut on BK. Latino hooks the leg of BK and gets the one..two...three. Bell rings.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, the team of Victor "Latino" Laureano, Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune, and Yoko Satoshi !!
"Lowrider" by War hits and the crowd is on their feet for the display of wrestling skill by their fan favorite Latino. Latino rises to his feet with help from the referee and the referee raises Latino's arm in triumph. Latino rolls under the bottom rope and begins to make his way from ringside to up the ramp but BK London attacks him from behind to get more heat from the crowd. BK picks up Latino and thrusts him back first into the apron and Latino wails in pain, BK then carries the still bloody Latino around to the other side of the ring and smashes him head first into the announce table. Latino is out of it and BK takes off the protective covering on the announce table. BK then goes under the ring and pulls out a Ladder and heelishly smiles as the crowd knows what’s coming next.
BK sets up the ladder between the two announce tables, but there’s a loud reaction from the crowd, and as he turns around to pick up Latino out of nowhere Jake Cheng appears and lays him out with a Spinning Heel Kick to a huge pop from the crowd. Jake then mounts over BK and begins punching him wildly in the face. Jake stands up over BK on the announce table and he looks up to the top of the Ladder where Latino is climbing. Jake hops off the tables and Latino stands on the second to top step on the Ladder and beats his chest in a fury. Latino quickly climbs to the top of the Ladder and breaks the table with the Last Night's Hangover on BK. The crowd begins to chant "Holy Shit" and Jake helps up Latino and they begin to walk to the back as the sounds of "Lowrider" opens up again, leaving BK out cold in the debris of the announce table.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:26:13 GMT -5
:#3 Meltdown: The Macho Man RDK vs BK London – ACW Word Title Tournament Final
After a night of riveting action, the fans have exhausted themselves with cheering; but they rally and find new energy so that the atmosphere is incredibly charged as Philip comes to introduce the most important Meltdown Main Event for many months.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is finally here…. This is the final and deciding match in the ACW World Title Tournament, and the winner will be crowned ACW World Champion! So are you people ready?!
The fans scream their response, and Philip grins.
Philip: All Right! Then… Introducing first, the winner of the first Semi Final Match, from Brooklyn, New York…. “The Prodigy” BK London!
”Breathe” hits, and the fans explode with enthusiasm as BK enters, fully kitted up and already flushed from being hyped up for this match. He slaps hands with a few fans, but his mind is already in that ring, and it doesn’t take long for his body to join it there.
Then, “Macho Man” booms into the arena, and an equally loud ovation is given to RDK upon his appearance at the stage.
Philip: And the second challenger, advancing from the second Semi Final Match, from Yellowknife, Canada……the Macho Man RDK!
RDK takes off his shades to stare directly at BK; the fans pop again, and he raises his arms to them, stopping to point out an “OoOoOoOoh YEAH!” sign being held up by a group of around 12 people in a line. He slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles, pumping up the crowd as much as he can. The noise is phenomenal, but in the ring the ref is satisfied that all is well, and the fans surge again as the match gets underway.
Bell Rings.
BK and RDK circle slowly; there’s too much between them now for either to risk a headlong charge into battle, and they trade verbal shots for a few moments, edging closer, before they finally meet and lock up. Even this most basic of grapples is charged with meaning and intensity, and both men seem riveted in place, their huge efforts cancelling each other out, until finally they break off and take a couple of steps backward. BK breaks first; he runs to the ropes and builds up speed, evidently deciding to go for an all – out attack, and RDK prepares to meet it. The timing is critical, and RDK holds out his arms as if for a lift and toss move, but as BK readies to counter that RDK swings out a foot and BK runs on to it. The impact winds him, and RDK grabs BK for a DDT, staying down for a cover – BK kicks out at 1, which does not surprise RDK in the slightest. Both men find their feet quickly, and now they move around the ring, trading crushing punches and chipping away, little by little. Both know that no one “super move” will win this match, and so they adopt a more cumulative strategy. For at least 10 minutes the pair exchange suplexes, DDTs and slams in a variety of flavours but all with one goal – slowly sapping their opponent’s strength. Everyone realises that the match is shifting up a gear, however, when RDK produces his Macho Slam – even more so when BK kicks from it at 2. BK immediately goes for the Revolver, and he also only gets a 2 count from his finisher. It’s going to take something special to win this match, and the search for that something begins as the match enters a new phase.
BK decides that he needs to apply his strength in a more intelligent manner. He starts to target RDK’s right knee and calf, tripping RDK to the mat and stomping on the joints and muscle as hard as he can. RDK recovers to his feet and a few more bows are swapped, but BK brings RDK down again and repeats the technique. This time when RDK gets up, he winces a little putting pressure on the leg, and BK sees his chance has arrived. He tackles RDK back to the mat, and after a few moments of struggle he emerges from the tangle of limbs, placing RDK into a single leg crab with the pressure all concentrated on the weakened limb. The hold serves a dual purpose – not only does it build up lactic acid in RDK’s leg, but it allows the same acid to be broken down in BK’s body, helping him to recover from the match thus far. RDK knows that he is in trouble, and stuck in the centre of the ring he’s a long way from being able to break the hold. But his fans are still with him, and their encouragement lifts RDK to a new mental level. With a yell of determination, the Macho Man breaks out, and the fans go mental as he stands back up, looks all around him, and starts to “Macho up” in a major fashion. BK comes forward to meet him again, but now it’s RDK who is on a roll; he seemingly can’t miss with his shots, and BK starts to stagger as dizziness overcomes him. RDK whips BK to the corner, and the dazed Brooklyner has enough ring sense to try and divert himself. He does so, and runs into the ropes…. But in doing this he somehow collides with the referee, sending him out over the top rope to land head first on the outside. RDK runs forward, grabs BK, and signals for the Rockbottom. The crowd goes insane as RDK nails it at 110% power, BK is well out of it – but so’s the referee, and there’s no one to count the pin - or is there?
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:26:30 GMT -5
From the back hurries Chairman Gingerdude; he throws aside his jacket and slides in, directly into a count. 1,2, - BK just kicks in time, thrilling his fans but disappointing RDK’s. With the ref in no state to continue, Ginger stays in the ring as BK and RDK lock up once more. Both men are rapidly tiring now, and a critical hit might swing things either way…… and BK gets it with a second revolver. He drops and pins, and Ginger counts – but again, RDK manages to kick out in the nick of time. With RDK still on the mat, BK jumps up – he shouts angrily at Ginger, accusing him of counting slowly. Ginger strenuously denies this, but the pressure of the match seems to be getting at BK – he slides out of the ring and grabs a folded chair, and Ginger yells at him as BK waves it first at RDK, then at Ginger himself. With the chairman threatening to disqualify BK on the spot, BK finally sees reason and drops the chair in the corner; he returns to RDK, who is just about up on his feet again, and tries for a third revolver – but RDK adds his own momentum to the swing, turns BK over in the air, and makes him take the impact instead. RDK pins, 1…2…thr – no! BK’s shoulder is up, and RDK shakes his head in disbelief. He pulls BK up again and prepares for another Rockbottom, but BK resists, pushes him away and suddenly – diamond cutter! BK drops and rolls RDK up, 1……2…… kickout again! BK screams a torrent of swearwords at Ginger, and has the chair in his hand before anyone realises what’s happening. Ginger grabs on to the chair to protect himself; they struggle,, but BK has greater strength and the crowd screams as he raises the chair, ready to smash it over Ginger’s head. Behind him, RDK is trying to get up and help Ginger; Ginger glares defiantly at BK, who smiles…….
….And then, incredibly, Ginger smiles back. RDK doesn’t stand any chance of evading the chair shot as BK turns around; the crowd yells in amazement as RDK drops to the floor. BK throws the chair aside and runs to the turnbuckle; with the crowd still not quite able to believe it his climbs up, and smirks with huge cockiness before delivering the Brooklyn to London (Cannonball SSP.) BK remains in place for the formality of the pin, and the timekeeper has no choice but to obey Ginger’s order to ring the bell for the end of the match.
Philip: Here is your winner……and NEW ACW World Champion……BK LONDON!
The sound is quite unlike anything ever heard in the arena before….the sound of thousands of fans’ hearts being broken at their hero’s apparent treachery. They boo BK, their disapproval mixed with sadness, but as the camera shifts to show a smirking Gingerdude, the sound gets more angry, the fans recognising the person who orchestrated the piece. Ginger presents the belt to BK, who holds it up; the fans watch to see is reaction as the booing continues, but it doesn’t seem to bother BK in the slightest, and as they realise this the fans’ sadness turns to rage. BK just laughs and puts the belt around his waist, and then seeing Philip close by he snatches his microphone from him.
BK: Oh, you people disapprove? Well screw you! If you want to boo, I’ll give you something to boo!
BK throws down the mic; RDK is just about finding his feet, but BK grabs him and throws him into the corner so that he strikes back – first and slumps down. BK slides out of the ring and grabs something from underneath it – there’s a gleam of metal, and as the camera gets closer, the item is revealed as a pair of handcuffs. BK pulls RDK’s hands behind him and cuffs him so that he’s restrained by the ring post, and Ginger has already picked up the steel chair as BK re – enters….
BK takes the chair, and smirks at the crowd; the camera shows the first head – splitting shot, but as BK’s fury mounts up it has to cut away. The look of utter shock on the faces of the crowd tells the story, and blow after blow is heard – but then the crowd roars, and the rest of the Nation comes rushing out from the back. Ginger, however, is ready for them, with BK’s discarded mic in hand.
Ginger: I suggest that if any of you want to hold on to your jobs, you stay well back from this ring.
BK laughs and lays down 2 or 3 shots in plain sight of Bob, Amo, and Kross, though by now RDK is totally senseless. BK finally throws the chair aside, and everyone watching is sickened by the bloody form of the Macho Man, unable to defend himself from the assault. BK steps out of the ring, and Ginger follows; they pass by the Nation on the ramp, and it’s clear that all of them, even the normally placid Kross, are struggling to contain their anger. BK rubs it in one final time, posing on the ramp as an equally cocky Kiley joins him.
The Nation hurry to RDK’s side as the EMTs are at last able to reach the ring; the final show of the show captures both their anguish, and BK and Ginger’s triumph as they watch from the stage.
ACW has a new champion…. But his manner of victory has cast a dark shadow over the entire federation.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:27:18 GMT -5
:#2 Meltdown: The Senator vs. Hunter
As the fans are thinking about the last segment, Philip enters the ring and all eyes return to him.
Philip: This match is set for one fall……Introducing first, from Rochester NY, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable…….Hunter!
”Thunderstruck” hits, and there is a loud reception for Hunter as he approaches the ring. There’s a great deal of debate as to who is likely to come out on top in this match, and Hunter’s supporters make themselves heard. Hunter looks pleased at the reaction, and walks around the ring with his arms raised before turning back toward the entrance.
“Hail to the Chief” plays, and there’s a second largely positive welcome for the Senator as the tickertape comes down.
Philip: And his opponent, he is the leader of the Senatorial Stable…..”Senator” Steve Philips!
The Senator gives his victory pose as he gets up on to the apron; Hunter rolls his eyes, gently mocking the Senator for his presumption. The audience settles a little, and the two men shake hands firmly before backing off just a little in readiness, as the referee confirms that he’s ready for the match to begin.
Bell Rings.
Hunter and Senator start to circle, keeping each other in their sights; they’ve watched enough of their opponent’s matches to know that a rash attack is seldom successful. The sound of the crowd gets louder as they inch closer, and then some critical mark is passed as they launch at one another into a grapple. The Senator swiftly gets the better of Hunter and twists him into a crossarmbar; Hunter grits his teeth and powers out, aware of the danger of letting the Senator wear any part of him down too quickly, and initiates a head to head exchange of open handed punches and chops. Both men are fairly evenly matched, and the Senator slowly starts to make ground, pushing Hunter back toward the ropes. Hunter stays calm, and just when it looks like the Senator has him on the back foot Hunter hops up to the second rope and uses it to launch into a spinning kick. The Senator has the speed to dodge it, but it achieves Hunter’s aim of giving him some space to work in once again, and as the Senator goes for a rapid clothesline Hunter also charges, and connects with the kick to the stomach to execute the Dynamite. The crowd shouts excitedly as Hunter makes a cover; the Senator’s up and away before the 2 count, but Hunter’s shown his mettle by securing the first opportunity of the match. The Senator’s response is immediate and unambiguous; Hunter is distracted for less than a second by the cheers, but in that time the Senator is next to him, has a hold of Hunter by the hair, and starts kneeing him repeatedly in the gut until Hunter is in quite a lot of pain. Aware of the risk of remaining bent forward, Hunter straightens up as fast as he can – and is promptly floored by a running Enziguri. The Senator evens the score with a 2 count pin, and the crowd buzzes as the intense battle continues.
The Senator wants to press his advantage, and he decides to keep working Hunter’s upper body and arms. Hunter is aware that the Senator has few equals on the mat and so tries to keep the match mobile, but as he runs forward the Senator armdrags him down. Hunter tries to pull away but the Senator retains a hold of his arm and wrenches it behind him, moving with Hunter so that he can’t free himself easily. In his urge to get away Hunter fails to keep his other arm out of range and soon the Senator has a hold of both; he pushes Hunter into the corner, and uses a foot to apply pressure to Hunter’s back while continuing to extend the arms, letting the lactic acid build up and do the work for him. The rising pain is evident on Hunter’s face, but he clears his head; he can feel the Senator’s foot and works out that this must mean that the Senator has little traction on the mat itself. In an impressive show of skill, Hunter jumps up and dropkicks the post in front of him – this sends him backward, and he pushes the Senator over at the same time, landing on top of him. The crushing of his chest disrupts Senator’s concentration for a split second, and Hunter rolls clear; his arms are aching badly, but Hunter compensates and gives Senator a stomp or two before backing off, shaking his arms to bring them back to life. The Senator won’t let his work goes to waste and ties up with Hunter over by the ropes, and knowing that he’s in a weakened state Hunter gathers his energy and throws both the Senator and himself to the outside through the ropes. The drop and landing hurt both men a little, but they quickly rise up again and face off.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:27:52 GMT -5
The slight change in location doesn’t alter the complexion of the match; more chops and forearms are traded, and after the previous exchanges neither man wants to be caught out with a sly move. The pair track around the ring, giving the fans at the front a chance to see the action at unusually close range, and for one group this is almost too close for comfort as Hunter whips Senator toward the barrier. The Senator kicks up and flips off the barrier to land on his feet, and as Hunter goes for a spear he sidesteps; Hunter shows that he can match his stable leader by turning the spear into a roll and ricocheting off the barrier like a pinball to prevent any serious damage. He isn’t quite so lucky as he rolls out of it, however, as Senator pulls out one of his trademarks and lifts him straight into the Polarizer. The fans wince at the impact, and on hearing the referee’s count at seven the Senator pulls a dazed Hunter back into the ring. The fans are impressed at the sporting gesture as Hunter looks unlikely to have beaten the count on his own; this of course doesn’t prevent the Senator from trying a pin, and Hunter has to delve deep to respond at the 2.5 mark. Pleased as he is with the level of competition, the Senator is ready to end the match, and there’s a rising sound from the crowd as he lines up the Partisan Kick; Hunter staggers up, and the Senator moves – but Hunter ducks it crisply, and the fans cheer loudly as the Senator is greeted with Poetic Justice! Hunter drops, hooks the leg and pins, 1…….2…… kickout! The Senator forcefully frees himself, and now the whole arena reverberates with excited cheers and shouts; this match most certainly is not over yet, and with both competitors tapping into inner reserves, the outcome is anyone’s guess……
The crowd and cameras have trouble keeping up with the blistering pace as Senator and Hunter throw everything including the kitchen sink at one another; suplexes happen in the blink of an eye, there are more chops than are seen at the ACW barbecue, and still neither man looks like being ready to throw in the towel. The Senator does his best to execute the Filibuster, but Hunter won’t let himself be worn down sufficiently and keeps escaping; at one point the crowd is on its feet as Hunter gets the Senator down face first and tries to apply the eighth sin, but the difficulty of setting up the move gives Senator enough time to recover and struggle free before it locks. With sweat pouring from both men, something out of the order is needed, and the first indication comes as Hunter elbows Senator in the head and lifts him into vertical suplex position; he starts to shift for the Magnum Driver, and the Senator has to fight with all his strength to take Hunter off balance and bring the pair of them down before the move completes. They land hard, and Hunter looks to be dizzy; the Senator hauls himself up and the crowd yells as the Senator tries to pull off his rarest and most devastating move, the Victory Driver. The fact that both men have resorted to their match – killing moves is testimony to their combined skill, and the fans hold their breath…… but Hunter has done his research, and as soon as the Senator starts the Brainbuster lift, Hunter flails furiously and the Senator is unable to complete it. With Hunter halfway up, the Senator slams him down, and signals for the Victory Lock instead; the crowd is yelling itself silly as the Senator sets up the move, but just as he shifts into the final lock Hunter rolls the dice, and with all that remains of his strength takes the Senator over into a roll – up. The ref is there at once, and the crowd goes nuts as Hunter, almost by sheer will, manages to hold the Senator’s shoulders to the mat just long enough to secure to 3 count before Senator kicks out. The bell rings, and the pair split apart and lie on the mat.
Philip: Here is your winner……..Hunter!
The fans cheer loudly for the result and for the quality of the encounter. Hunter jumps up, deservedly very pleased at his victory; this doesn’t make him forget his opponent, however, and he assists the Senator to his feet before they shake hands again. He exits the ring and walks to the back, a grin plastered across his face.
Hunter isn’t around long enough to see that the Senator hasn’t left the ring; instead he remains where he is, and some of the more alert crowd members become aware of the new arrival, who has materialised out of the masses at the conclusion of the match.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:28:24 GMT -5
After Senator and Hunter we come back to complete and total darkness.
Dwight: Hey I think we're back on..
Kevin: How can you tell?
Dwight: The red light is on..Sorry folks for speeding through the matches. We seem to be having technical difficulties. It appears Kevin forgot to send out the bill for electricity in ACW..
Kevin: I sent it out....
Dwight: Sure you did..So we are forced to do the show in the dark..
All of a sudden a tall really muscle toned CHIPS looking like security officer with a flashlight appears behind the two.
Officer: Um..do you guys have a permit or permission to shoot here?
Kevin: Uh...yeah here it goes.
Kevin searches himself for it.
Dwight: Hurry up and get it out.
Kevin: Got it..
Kevin hands it to the officer and he looks over it.
Officer: 300,287 dollars in expenses for light bills?
Kevin: Oh God..
Dwight: Tell me you didn't send in the permit instead of the bill?
Kevin: Uhh...
Officer: I'm afraid you two are under arrest...
The officer cuffs both Kevin and Dwight.
Dwight: I am going to kill you...
Kevin: Um...roll to the top match featuring Yoko and Ridley. I QUIT MATCH...
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:28:42 GMT -5
#1 Meltdown: Ridley vs Yoko – “I quit” match
The night’s main event has had ACW’s fans babbling on the net message boards since it was hinted at during Hellbound Heart, and now it’s time to find out if the protagonists can live up to the insane amount of hype surrounding the encounter. It looks promising; not only are there a whole range of different weapons in and around the ring, but the addition of barbed – wire wrapped tables suggests a truly brutal contest is on the cards. Philip steps carefully around all the toys and calls the crowd to order.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the main event of the evening….this will be a no disqualification “I quit” match! No pinfalls, no submission….the one and only way to win is to so dispirit your opponent that they cry “I quit!”
The fans pop again.
Philip: So, introducing first, from Okinawa Japan……the Flower of Carnage, Yoko Satoshi!
Yoko’s titular theme hits, and the fans go nuts as she heads to the ring, with a snazzy new, pitch black croquet mallet in hand. She still looks just a fraction nervous, but this is almost certainly a wise and good thing – she’ll need every drop of adrenaline her body can produce if she’s to hold out against her troubled mentor.
Once Yoko’s reached the ring, she looks under the apron and pulls out a large plastic box. On entering the ring she waves Philip aside, puts down the mallet in one corner, and makes several people feel quite ill as she spits out a mouthful of thumbtacks on to the mat. Obviously she can’t hold more than a few dozen in her mouth at once, hence the box; a few dozen becomes a few thousand, and Yoko spreads these around with her feet for maximum coverage.
As Yoko throws the empty box to the outside, the lights dim and then fail, and the crowd is roaring with an extraordinary sound….
GONG……
GONG…..
“Monochromatic Stains” hits, and Philip has to roar like Asmodeus himself to stand any chance of being heard, even with a mic.
Philip: And her opponent, from Southeastern Birmingham, Alabama……Ridley!
Ridley comes out into the arena at a quick pace; despite all the noise he pays no attention to the fans and is clearly still struggling to keep Asmodeus under some sort of control. Nevertheless he vaults up on to the apron and performs his customary flip into the ring; the lights come back on and Ridley discards his arcane cloak (no mask this time) before walking up to Yoko. Despite him being considerably taller than her and much heavier, Yoko shows no fear to either Ridley or the demon trapped within him; instead, she sticks out her tongue, pulls out an impaled thumbtack, and casts it aside. Ridley smiles…..and then throws a massive punch; Yoko jumps back to avoid it, and the match is on.
Bell Rings.
Yoko starts as she means to go on; she moves just enough to dodge Ridley’s blow and then stuns everyone by smashing Ridley face – first into the pile of thumbtacks with the flying guillotine. Ridley kips up almost immediately, his face dotted with impaled tacks, and leers; he’s collected a big handful of tacks as he got up, and he hurls these at Yoko, who has to shield her eyes just for a moment. That’s all Ridley needs; he dashes forward and Yakuza kicks Yoko to the mat before grabbing a handy lighttube and busting it over her head. Ridley starts shouting in another bizarre language, and taking hold of a lighttube shard he tries to stab at her exposed neck. Fortunately, Yoko grasps the sharp shard (cutting her own hand a bit in the process) and disarms him before rolling the pair of them over. With Ridley still screaming and clawing, Yoko holds him down with her hands and drops her knee on to his crotch forcefully; Ridley yells with two voices in pain, and Yoko lifts herself up a bit before repeating the exercise. Finally, with Ridley now rather stunned, she stands up, holds his legs apart and does a final knee drop, wriggling her knee about for good measure before letting go and backing off. Ridley takes a moment or two longer to rise this time; the concerted attack seems to have had more effect on Asmodeus than on Ridley himself, and Ridley gives her a small nod before moving forward to attack once more. Both are now adorned with thumbtacks all over, but this doesn’t seem to bother either of them as they trade blows, each searching for an opening to do some more damage.
Yoko’s made a strong start, but Ridley has much more in store as he begins to take the upper hand. Yoko has to retreat toward the ropes, and Ridley starts to choke her against them. Yoko tries another kick to the groin, but this time Ridley just jumps vertically while maintaining the hold so that Yoko doesn’t connect. With Yoko becoming oxygen deprived, Ridley spots something on the floor and grins; the crowd cries out as he snatches up the cheese grater, holds Yoko around the neck with one arm, and applies it to her head. The kitchen implement makes light work of shredding Yoko’s forehead, and the blood streams down her face; when it gets to her neck, however, the slipperiness makes it harder for Ridley to maintain his grip, and Yoko struggles free. She knows exactly what she wants to do; the back mallet is in her hand before most people can follow her movement, and as Ridley whirls around to face her she smashes the handle into his chin, twirls the mallet in her hands and then takes a golf swing at the only balls in range. One bloke in the front passes out at the impact; Yoko smiles and tries to take another shot, but Ridley holds the mallet between his legs, grins, and headbutts Yoko before she can get far enough back. Yoko staggers, and moves close to the ropes; Ridley lines up and then dashes forward to clothesline her over the ropes. Yoko ducks and lifts, sending Ridley to the outside instead; the crowd is bellowing, and perhaps encouraged by the noise Yoko backs up a bit before making a huge dive over the ropes to try and hit Ridley. Her aim’s off, though, and she smacks head – first into the barrier; she rolls so that she’s partly obscured by the apron cover until Ridley drags her back to her feet.
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Post by BK London on Jul 7, 2005 13:28:59 GMT -5
Ridley climbs back on to the apron and signals for the ejaculator; the crowd yells in excitement, but as Ridley’s about to hit the move he sees Yoko purse her lips. Instinctively he covers his eyes, but there’s no mist attack, and he hears Yoko laughing at him. His response is swift; he changes his plan and instead hits Yoko with the Drop To Hell, which gets a major nostalgic pop. Yoko takes a few seconds to rise; the blood is still slowly seeping from her forehead wounds, but this clearly isn’t enough for Ridley. Smiling nastily, he reaches under the apron and pulls out another lighttube; Yoko is still dazed, and the crowd shrieks as Ridley jams the tube into her mouth and then immediately hits a stunner before she can get rid of it. The tube shatters and Yoko screams in agony; crimson flows from her mouth as she spits out shards of glass, and her eyes darken with rage as Ridley laughs…..or is it the demon taking pleasure from her suffering? Either way, Yoko has a response; Ridley is back in the ring, looking for something else vicious to play with, and the still screaming crowd just gets louder as Yoko searches under the ring and grabs hold of a length of chain. She hops back into the ring and the chain unravels until a solid metal ball appears at one end, and swings it about skillfully as Ridley backs off, wary of the damage he knows such an implement can cause. Yoko swings the chain outward, and Ridley has no trouble dodging it – but Yoko’s plan isn’t to bludgeon him; instead she flicks the chain in mid – air so that the ball swings around, wrapping the chain around Ridley’s throat before tangling up. Yoko leans back and starts to pull, cutting off Ridley’s air supply; Ridley claws at the chain attempting to break it or untangle it, but he has no success and Yoko’s eyes brighten as he starts to weaken. But something flares within Ridley, and it’s not happy; snarling, Ridley grabs the chain and drags Yoko off her feet, reeling her in until she’s in reach. Yoko goes eye to eye with the devil within for a moment before Ridley uses his black hole slam, on to the tacks and broken glass; as Yoko slowly gets up he untangles the chain and casts the whole thing aside.
With eyes blazing, Ridley grasps Yoko by the neck; he lifts her and stalks over to one side of the ring, and eyes up the barbed – wire table. In a single motion he hoists Yoko up and throws her at the table; there’s a cracking sound, but her light weight means that it doesn’t break. Ridley puts one hand to his head, obviously fighting to get back in control; his movements become more controlled again, but as he straightens up it’s obviously too good an opportunity to miss. With the fans beside themselves, Ridley takes a run up and springs from the top rope into a plancha; he seems to hang in the air for a moment or two before he crashes down, obliterating the table. The camera rushes around to get a clear shot; nothing moves in the wreckage for a few moments, and then together the adversaries pick themselves up and face one another again. Both are now bleeding from a multitude of small wounds as well as a few notable larger ones, and Ridley raises an eyebrow at Yoko, asking her without words if she’s had enough. Yoko looks back at him and beckons; Ridley walks a few paces forward, and Yoko suddenly blows a mist at him. Ridley shields his eyes again, but it’s another trick – it’s just water, Trips – style, and this time Yoko follows through with another flying guillotine. Ridley recovers quickly, and Yoko’s back in the ring waiting for him; Ridley brings a long strand of barbed wire and drops it on the floor in one corner before closing down the gap to his foe.
Ridley attempts to grab Yoko, but she slips aside and kicks him in the back of the leg at the knee joint. Ridley swings around and kicks out, but Yoko avoids it by millimeters and goes for the other leg. This time she manages to unbalance Ridley, who ends up on his knees; with the crowd going mental, Yoko goes for her Pop from Okinawa. But Ridley’s far too familiar with this move to be caught out by it; he grabs Yoko’s leg, stopping the move, and then compounds this exponentially by snatching up Yoko’s own mallet and smashing it repeatedly into her leg. Yoko wails in pain, but worse is to come; unable to stand quickly, Yoko can’t get away before Ridley has wrapped his arms in the barbed wire he retrieved earlier, and he applies the straightjacket. Always a terrible move, the wire makes it ten times worse; Yoko can’t stop a bloody tear running down her face…..but she bites her lip and stays silent, determined not to give in. The fans are amazed and her physical and mental fortitude, and the camera shows that for the first time, even Ridley himself has an expression that suggests he’s just a bit impressed. After 2 and a half minutes Ridley releases the hold, to see what state Yoko’s in; he gets his answer without delay as Yoko rolls on landing, grabs her mallet, and hits Ridley so hard that she breaks it at the handle. Ridley staggers, and Yoko pulls out a little bottle from her clothes to “fuel up” before she hits him with another mist…..but this time Ridley doesn’t even block the fake attack, and he smiles and nails Yoko with his T Bone Suplex to prove he’s not going to fall for that one any more. Yoko is very dazed as she tries to stand, and so she can’t protect herself as Ridley picks her up and drops her on to the apron before leaping over himself. The move comes swiftly; Ridley runs along the apron and uses the ropes to launch into the ejaculator, taking Yoko down to the outside again. The fans are making a huge amount of noise, astounded by the intense action, and they’re even more amazed when Yoko is the first to rise. She looks at Ridley, who is also finding his feet, and thinks better of engaging him on the outside; instead she returns to the ring, and once again Ridley follows her.
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