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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 15:57:27 GMT -5
Raw Fucking Deal (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Jake: This blows. I can’t believe we have to do this again.
If you have never watched (or read) one of Jake Cheng promo’s before you would think he was talking to himself, as no one else is in his locker room with him. But since that isn’t the case, you all know Jake is talking to the one and only, Stan the Cameraman.
Stan: Hey, don’t worry about it. Just say what you did last time.
Jake: Damn, we got the raw fucking deal this time. And later tonight, I have to wrestle the “Real Fuckin’ Deal.” I...
Stan: Whoa, hold up. You are having a match against the “Real Deal?” I can’t believe it this is great. The “Real Deal” D’Lo Brown here, in ACW. He totally kicked ass in WWE. His finisher, the Sky High, was devastating. But it will never be as good as his other move, the Shaky-Shaky Leg Drop. I mark out every time I see that. Jake, do a Shaky-Shaky right now, for kicks.
Jake: Uhh, no. I refuse.
Stan: Ok, party-pooper. D’Lo ruled. I loved watching him on Sunday Night Heat in the main event against Stevie, Val Venis or Raven, because they were the only big names on Heat back then. I can’t believe he is coming to ACW. I need to get an autograph.
Jake: Sorry to burst your bubble Stan, but D’Lo isn’t coming to ACW. The “Real Fucking Deal” is actually how TNT describes himself. God he pisses me off. I have had 4 matches against him, and he has won every single one.
Stan: Well, if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have gotten the LW title back from Hunter.
Jake: Oh well. I lost on my first defense after that to Daredevil, thus letting that tricky little Welsh beat my record. Today will be different. I will beat TNT. The will be no RKO. And I will WIN.
Stan: TNT? Pfff. What kind of name is that? Is his ring outfit a stick of TNT? Does he go around “exploding” on people. That has to be the stupidest, errr scratch that, second stupidest wrestling name ever.
Jake: Heh. I think I know who you are talking about. Stan, I have a question for you. What music did you use for the match against Davey a week ago?
Stan: Well, I used TNT by AC........oh.
Jake: Exactly. In this great moment of silence, I am going to announce a match. This match is big. My opponent is big. Monday, I have a match against Cernunnos!!! Oh yeah, and I have decided to accept Davey’s request, so at Seven Deadly Sins it will be me vs. Davey. And the stipulation.......will be revealed at another time. Bye.
Stan: I wish D’Lo was coming to ACW.
Fade Out
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 15:59:55 GMT -5
Cernunnos vs. Hitman of the Gods (Credit: Wyvern)
Never before has a match on the midcard been so big….literally. The fans murmur to themselves, picking their favorites, their noses, and each other’s hair for lice and eating it…ummm, scratch that. All joking aside, the fans are genuinely interested in this “clash of the gods”-style match-up that is just about underway, as the ring technicians check on the rope tension during a quick commercial break. They finish up their duties, and are told to scatter to their previous positions, as the cameramen signal they are going back on the air. As the feed starts again, Phillip enters the ring to get the match started off proper.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from parts unknown, standing at an intimidating 7’2” and weighing in at 375 pounds, a former ACW Junior Champion, Cernunnos!
”The Phantom of the Opera Overture” hits to a less than favorable reaction from the crowd, as the menacing Cernunnos makes his way down the ramp. His black robe blends in with the darker setting of his entrance, and as a result, he looks gigantic as he heads down to the ring. He climbs up the ring steps to the apron, entering the ring shortly after. He peels off his hood, and disrobes (not fully, mind you) as he waits for his opponent.
Phillip: And his opponent, hailing from Mount Olympus, standing at an unfathomable 8’0” and weighing 520 pounds, in his ACW debut, the Hitman of the Gods!
As “I Love It Loud” hits, the crowd leaps to its feet – it’s not every day that you see a living giant. Hitman makes his way out of the entranceway, and one could imagine he had to keep an eye on the top of the entranceway to avoid bumping himself on the way out. Nevertheless, the Hitman of the Gods storms down to the ring, determined to send Cernunnos cruising for a bruising, deity style. He climbs into the ring, as everyone leans to see if the ring quivers at all – which people should know that the ACW at least manages to get stable rings. Hitman walks right up to Cernunnos, as the crowd roars in excitement, as the ref calls for the bell.
The bell rings.
Cernunnos and Hitman stare each other down for a little bit, and either Hitman’s neck is sore from looking down, or Cernunnos is tired of looking up, as the two start brawling. The two men throw their weight around, nearly 900 pounds at that. Cernunnos soon starts to lose the battle against the momentum of Hitman, as he reels back into a corner. Hitman rushes him with a flurry of chops that sound like full-sized hams being bluntly slapped against a mahogany table, as Cernunnos hollers in pain from these said chops. As Cernunnos tries to recover, the Hitman of the Gods rushes back to the otherside of the ring, and charges Cernunnos. However, Cernunnos quickly moves out of the way, narrowly avoiding a hefty collision. The ring rattles a bit from Hitman’s missed attempt, and he reels back, hitting the upper turnbuckle with his mid torso region. He turns around, as Cernunnos connects with a brutal lariat, as Hitman flops to the ground harder than perceived, a harsh “wham” echoes through the arena, as Cernunnos makes the cover. 1…2…kick out by Hitman! Cernunnos pulls Hitman up by the hair, and tries to go for a DDT, but Hitman reverses it into a hanging suplex, and the crowd roars as a 14’2” tower of power is erected, if only for 7 seconds, before Hitman drops Cernunnos down for a tremendous crash. Hitman watches as Cernunnos holds his back following the suplex, as he starts to move in on Cernunnos. He picks him up, and whips him into the ropes. Cernunnos rebounds, and quickly is given the facewash of his career, as Hitman of the Gods raises his leg and blasts him with a big boot. He goes for a cover. 1…2…kickout by Cernunnos!
Hitman didn’t expect a kickout, as he’s visibly disappointed. He picks up Cernunnos, and tries to go for a powerbomb. To his disbelief, he’s not making progress. He lands some hammer blows on Cernunnos, wracking his already sore back, and tries again…no! Cernunnos manages to back body drop the massive man and escape the powerbomb attempt. However, his back is definitely sore – he’s not used to dealing with anyone larger than himself, as he once was the largest man in the ACW. And this said largest man in the ACW is already back on his feet, as Cernunnos quickly scrambles to think of a point of attack on the big man. However, Hitman closes in on him, and the two grapple. As they do so, they try to rush each other around the ring to win the grapple. Cernunnos plows Hitman into a turnbuckle, but Hitman quickly pushes off of the turnbuckle, wracking Cernunnos even harder. He then takes Cernunnos and gives him a chokeslam, rattling the ring before he makes another cover. 1…2…NO! Cernunnos refuses to give up against the mass of man. As Cernunnos kicks out, Hitman springs to his feet, calling for the Wrath of the Gods. The crowd rises to their feet, as Cernunnos gets up and is pulled in. Hitman lifts….he gets Cernunnos up! He drops him once…WHAM! He tries to pick him up again….yes! He drops him a second time…BAM! Hitman lifts him up again, his face reddening from the massive amount of exertion, and drops him a third time…BOOM! However, that’s not it – he defies the logic of most mortal men, as he lifts Cernunnos onto his shoulder, and rails him with the final part of the finisher, a devasting Death Valley Driver! He goes for the cover, 1…2…NO, IT’S IMPOSSIBLE! CERNUNNOS KICKS OUT!
The crowd is in a state of shock, as Hitman clasps his hands on his head, shaking with a lack of understanding of how Cernunnos could possibly still be able to kick out. He takes a breather, as the Wrath of the Gods is an exertion amongst exertions. After a few moments, he picks up Cernunnos once again, and whips him into a corner. Cernunnos slumps upon impact, but draws a pop from the crowd as he powers back, despite making it no secret that his back is nowhere near 100% following all of the power that Hitman has brought here today. Hitman looks on, very impressed with Cernunnos’ ability to overcome such adversity, as he rushes him for a clothesline from hell. Cernunnos ducks it, and rushes Hitman from the back, into the same corner. As the momentum shifts, Cernunnos uses the inertia to assist him with a beautiful German suplex, as the crowd goes wild. Despite having such momentum, it still racks the back of Cernunnos, as he drapes over the turnbuckle. Hitman gets up slowly, finally not being fully able to shrug off the blows of Cernunnos. He rushes Cernunnos into the corner, but NO! Cernunnos meets him on the way, and slams him into the corner! Cernunnos utilizes the momentum, as well as the ropes to swing Hitman’s feet up , and is he going for what everyone thinks he is? YES! He lifts Hitman onto the ropes, and uses the ropes as a starting base for the Furor Celtica. He pulls Hitman off, and the crowd wonders if Cernunnos can land the move….HE CONNECTS! Hitman crashes to the mat with unprecedented impact following such a move, as Cernunnos collapses on top of the Hitman of the Gods. 1…2…3! The bell rings.
Phillip: And here is your winner via pinfall, Cernunnos!
Despite the crowd’s lack of appreciation for Cernunnos himself, they laud him with appraise following the very impressive Furor Celtica. He slowly gets up, clenching his back, trying to massage the soreness out of it. The ref raises his hand, but he quickly resumes his heelish ways, throwing the ref’s hand down, and stomping on the Hitman of the Gods a few times before grabbing his robe and heading backstage, sore but victorious. As Hitman stirs in the ring, disappointment clouds his demeanor, that is until the fans slowly rise to their feet, giving him a ovation. He smiles – it’s clear with such fan support as this, even a loss doesn’t feel as bad. He shows his appreciation, as the P.A. plays “I Love It Loud” once again, as he heads to the back, looking to figure out how to improve next time, as the camera fades.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:02:09 GMT -5
Segment: Deep Resentment (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera opens to the locker room of Wyvern, as Kevin Anderson is standing next to a very irritated Wyvern. He appears to be reluctant to do an interview, but perhaps, this is the best way for the man to speak his mind. Kevin breathes in deeply, as he initiates the interview.
Kevin: Wyvern, as of late you’ve been on a rampage, if you will. Could you do all of us a favor and enlighten us a little bit more on your rationale as of late?
Wyvern: Kevin, Kevin, Kevin…you don’t understand. Can’t you see I’m being screwed left and right here in the ACW? Now, I won’t go on like a broken record about the events at transpired at Omega Effect, but I can definitely say that what that Italian bean fart has proven to me once and for all, that he’s completely unworthy to hold my International title.
Kevin: Your International Title? It was stripped from you.
Wyvern moves in a threatening way to Kevin, looking to strike a sense of fear into the interviewer, which seems to be working judging by a quick gulp from Kevin.
Wyvern: Don’t say that ever again… We all know I never lost it, we all know I’ve defended it against all comers. Hell, we all know I was unbeatable with it around my waist. Angelo is DEFINITELY not even a candidate, yet alone a possible champion.
Kevin: Well, Wyvern… What makes you feel this way?
Wyvern has an expression of pure hatred, as he speaks while seething at the mere thought of Angelo.
Wyvern: It’s obvious to me that Angelo hides within his clusterfuck of a stable, politicking left and right, pardon the pun, to the management whenever they see fit. However, notice how I was able to defeat each and every one of them when it came down to it, so none of them are fit for the International Title, in my eyes. With that as well, Angelo has only beaten me via disqualification, but I’ve defeated him twice before cleanly. Does THAT make him a champion, do you win titles by disqualification? I rest my case.
Kevin: Well…let’s shift gears, shall we?
Wyvern quickly retorts back.
Wyvern: Actually, let’s not. Angelo, I know you’re the person who wrote the word “greed” in my locker room. Why? Because of the simple fact you’re afraid to say such things to my face, you know I can beat you. To tell you the truth, I deserve that title more than you could possibly imagine, and just the sheer fact seeing you with it around your waist, is a disgrace to each and every person that aspires to hold a championship belt. You didn’t work for it, Stanton essentially handed it to you. Also, you showed a great display of cowardice when you had to resort to clocking me with help from a chair, costing me my match with Alger. You want a fight, Angelo? I’ll tell you what, how about we bring this up to the management, me and you at Seven Deadly Sins, for the International Title. Actually, on second thought, scratch that. I know you’ll politick your way out of it anyways. I’ll find you soon enough, and make you pay.
Kevin: Well…do you have words for your opponent tonight, who happens to be BK London?
Wyvern thinks for a moment – he’s clearly been so fixated on his hatred of Angelo that he’s completely forgotten about BK London. After a few moments he speaks, slightly seething compared to before.
Wyvern: Actually, yeah I do. BK London, you’ve wanted this match for a long time…and so have I. However, you’re going to come face first with the harsh reality that I’m no longer in your league or I ever was, much to your dismay. I know you well enough, you requested this match for months, underestimating me and assuming me to be the pushover win that you crave. Actually, I was looking forward to facing you at Omega Effect, until you had to go and become yet another victim to the rapport that Yoko has with the ACW management. However time has passed and I’m here to say, BK, that there’s not a shadow of a chance that you can stand with me. First off, do you expect yourself, a man who couldn’t tell it was Angelo wearing a chef hat at one time, to be able to stand toe to toe with me, who has proven to be the most unpredictable talent here in Alpha Championship Wrestling? I believe that answer is a resounding “NO”, and tonight, you’re going to regret making this challenge. Expect the unexpected BK, or you’re going to end up just another broken man, like that waste of sperm Tracy Finn.
Wyvern slowly calms down, and is now in a state of apathy, trying to ignore Kevin as he speaks.
Kevin: Wyvern, it has been rumored that your contract with Alpha Championship Wrestling is running up, the final date being August 13th, 2005. That date coincides with Seven Deadly Sins as well. What does the future have in store for Wyvern staying in the ACW?
Wyvern responds quite condescendingly.
Wyvern: Do you really think I’m going to stay? I’ve busted my ass for this promotion, and I get shit on left and right. The biggest night of the year, I fall prone to the politicking of everyone, and the fans turn on me. Would YOU stay Kevin, if they treated you like that? No, you wouldn’t. I’ll tell you one thing though, it will take an act of God to even see me set foot in the ACW, be it as a fan or participant, following Seven Deadly Sins…an act of God, Kevin.
Kevin: Well…I personally hope that you decide to stay, but it’s between only you and the management to decide such a fate. Good luck with your future endeavors Wyvern.
Before he can even finish his last sentence, Wyvern has already walked off, not caring for the sincere comments of Wyvern. Is this the beginning of the final hoorah of Wyvern? Only time will tell.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:05:08 GMT -5
Segment: Sisterly Love! (Credit: Yoko)
As the camera fades in, we see Yoko Satoshi logging onto her laptop and signing onto AIM. To her surprise, she's unblocked by Yuki. Before she can message her, Yuki does it first.
Charichu006: Yoko!
I Am Meta Knight: You're actually talking to me, huh?
Charichu006: I know you must be mad, I'm so sorry! I just thought you were trying to...well, have sex with one of my friends. That sounds more disgusting than I meant.
I Am Meta Knight: Thought? What changed your mind?
Charichu006: Rumors got spread that you molested Hitomi on that car ride! It was very depressing.
I Am Meta Knight: You didn't believe it did you?
Charichu006: No, I believed Hitomi's story about what you said, but this was too much. I traced the rumors to their source though!
I Am Meta Knight: What was the source?
Charichu006: It was...Hitomi. She added to her story to make it worse. I had confronted her and asked her why she changed her story. She didn't want to answer, and I threatened to beat her up. Then she told me the truth, and the truth was your version of the story.
I Am Meta Knight: So did she tell you why she lied in the first place?
Charichu006: No, but I found out. Her family is against gay people, and so is she. I think she wanted to destroy your reputation when she found out what you were. We're not friends anymore. And now everyone knows she was lying, only the idiots believe you did anything to her.
I Am Meta Knight: Good, you don't need friends like that.
Charichu006: Are you mad at me?
I Am Meta Knight: Sad that you didn't believe me, but not mad at you.
Charichu006: I'll believe you from now on, I promise! But hey, I need to do chores, so I'll talk to you later. Good choice for choosing Ginger over Stanton, by the way! Love you big sister!
I Am Meta Knight: Love you too, Yuki.
Charichu006 has signed off.
Yoko signs off and breathes a sigh of immense relief now that this ordeal is over. She can focus 100% on Senator now.
End Segment
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:06:31 GMT -5
Segment: Punish? (Credit: ??)
The scene fades in from black as it shows Ginger walking around his office. He’s just heard the news of more of his roster receiving cryptic messages. He walks around to his desk trying to organize his multitude of papers and essentials. The distinguishing “ding” is heard from his computer. He looks up at it and the look on his face obviously shows that it’s not what he needs right now. He sits down on his chair and accepts the incoming message.
Coolbot666: hello again
YesmyHairisonFire: What do you need? I’m very busy at the moment.
Coolbot666: remember those bad ones i told u about?
YesmyHairisonFire: Yes I do. It’s been on my mind lately.
Coolbot666: if u want to stop the crisis u know what to do
YesmyHairisonFire: What do you mean?
Coolbot666: punishing the guilty. in a match.
YesmyHairisonFire: Who are the guilty?
Coolbot666: u already know. just put them in a match. everything will be solved
YesmyHairisonFire: No I won’t. There has to be a better way.
Coolbot666: justice must be done
Just as once before, Ginger tires to type a response but is only welcomed by the message “Coolbot666 is not signed in” His face is obviously not happy but he closes the window. There is already a knock on his door. He calls in the next visitor but the last message stays in his mind as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:07:57 GMT -5
Match: Jake Cheng vs TNT (Credit: Yoko)
Philip enters the ring to start off the next match of the night.
Philip: The next match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Hong Kong, China, Jake Cheng!
Black Magic plays as Jake makes his way to the ring. He's confident that he can defeat TNT and then perhaps make his way to the world title scene.
Philip: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, TNT!
Blood Brothers begins over the sound system and TNT emerges to the applause of the audience. In his mind, this is just a minor speed bump on his road to becoming number one contender.
Bell Rings
Jake doesn't give TNT any time to strategize, he begins the match by rushing him with various strong kicks. TNT blocks some of them, but not all of them, and receives one in the side of the head. He stumbles but doesn't fall. TNT takes this pause in Jake's offense, caused by him thinking TNT was about to fall, to lunge at Jake and give him a European uppercut as he regains his stability.
He grapples Jake and pulls him into an armlock. Jake wiggles out of it however, but to no avail, as TNT kicks him in the stomach and DDTs him. He then picks Jake up and moves behind him and grabs him. He lifts him for a German Suplex, but Jake struggles and stays level. TNT lifts again, and Jake does the same. TNT finally lifts with all of his might, which is what Jake wanted. He uses the power of the lift to successfully flip behind TNT and land on his feet. He grabs TNT's head and uses the Edgeomatic, drilling him into the mat.
Jake does a spinning leg drop, then quickly hops onto the top rope. He signals to the crowd, then jumps off with a top rope legdrop. It nails TNT perfectly across the throat, and Jake pins. 1, 2, kickout. Slightly frustrated, Jake runs back toward the corner, hops at the turnbuckle, and quickly bounces off backwards, performing a moonsault to TNT. 1, 2, another kickout. TNT's not moving, he has just enough strength to keep kicking out. Jake signals again and goes to the top rope one last time, intending to use his Final Chapter to finish this off. TNT rolls away at the last second, causing Jake to crash down hard onto the bare mat. The referee begins the 10 count. TNT is still unmoving, but Jake is up by about 6. TNT begins to stir, and Jake knows he won't be down for the count, and lifts him up. He then runs backwards toward the ropes, and springboards off of them back toward TNT, with a flying clothesline. Out of nowhere, TNT leaps into the air as Jake approaches and grabs his head, hitting him with a picture perfect RKO. He immediately covers. 1, 2, 3.
Bell Rings
Philip: The winner of this match, TNT!
TNT rolls out of the ring and raises his arms in victory, though still staggering a little. He's continued his path to number one contendership for the world title, a goal he knows he WILL accomplish.
Jake meanwhile is recovering in the ring. He's not angry at himself, he did his best. He couldn't have foreseen that RKO. He'll get him next time. The show cuts to commercial.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:09:18 GMT -5
Where have you been? (Credit: Latino)
The scene opens once again to Ginger’s office as he is talking on the phone to an associate for the next PPV 7 Deadly Sins. He hears a knock on the door and see his secretary come into the office. He nods to her to let the person in as he knows this is a very important meeting. The person walks in but the camera won’t reveal whom it is.
Ginger: Yea I want the entire set up two days before the ppv. ….Yes ring, pyros, entrance…everything…Ok, yes I have to go now….Yes, Thank you.
??: You wanted to see me?
Ginger: Yes, well it seems you have missed a lot of shows.
??: Well….I have had personal obligations…
Ginger: Regardless you do have a job here. Skurai, I’ve sent many, many notices to you and called you personally.
Skurai: I’ve been busy an-
Ginger: I don’t want to hear any excuses. You have been excessively lazy and seem to have no motivation. I don-
Ginger stops talking as his office lights go off. Nothing can be seen in the office besides Ginger and Skurai’s figures. The lights come back on and now Ginger and Skurai look side to side. Ginger’s eyes widen as he looks at Skurai, but then upon closer look he is actually looking past Skurai. Skurai slowly turns around and carved into the door is the five letter word “SLOTH” Skurai’s eyes widen as well as he can’t really believe why this is shown. Ginger calls security quickly but Skurai doesn’t move as he seems surprised and even a little scared as to what he sees. The scene fades to black as security comes in searching the office.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:12:47 GMT -5
Segment: Crowd Control (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, the Senator is in the ring, with a microphone, and with a mixed crowd, about one quarter of which are cheering the man, while most of the rest are solidly booing and jeering. The Senator attempts twice to hush the audience, mainly failing both times, before finally speaking.
The Senator: Well, now, several days closer to Seven Deadly Sins, and I find out that I have an ACW World Title shot, my first one. Oh if it could have come under different circumstances…but it did not. Miss Yoko Satoshi is not a pushover, in fact, she is the longest reigning ACW champion as of yet! A rare breed, indeed, is Miss Satoshi! I have my “honorable” work cut out for me if I am to succeed here! Only a short time in which to train and study for the match, under the control of someone I despise…oh yes, my chances are looking wonderful for this match! I do know, though, that I will certainly have one thing…my usual constituents. You know who you are. You are the loyal fans who have stuck by me since the GFWWE days, perhaps even the DCW days. You have purchased my shirts, bought my action figures, illegally downloaded videos clips of my early matches.
The Senator emits a brief laugh before continuing with his speech, and the crowd responds likewise.
Senator: You have started chants for me in my matches, shouted down the drunken sports entertainment mark down in the crowd when he booed me, and have often told the kiddies on the message boards that neither BK, or RDK or Froggy are the best wresters, but rather that I am. Maybe, perhaps, you have even voted for me! You flatter me, you really do.
The Senator’s expression turns from a rare(at least after the “Blackthorne” incident) pleasant smirk, to a grim frown as he speaks again.
But now, I wish you people would all just go away. You may thrill at my wrestling ability in the ring, but have you not seen what I am doing outside of it? I have been mired in a minor scandal as of late, I could have easily seen why you would have forgiven me for that, and I was appreciative when you did. However, now, now, I can no longer accept that. I deserve no fans in the crowd. I deserve no fans at home on television. You know why. I have been forced to make a deal with the serpent himself, Mercer Stanton. My reasoning has been selfish. One should never have to make bargains with thugs and criminals, yet that is what I have done. He has information that will ruin my career, certainly in politics, and most likely as a whole. Will it hurt the general population if it gets out? Yes. Is that the true reason that I decided to work with Stanton? As much as I would like to say otherwise, the answer is no. Nope, I just did so to save my hide. So I ask you now, lend Yoko your support at Seven Deadly Sins. Do not just do it for my sake, do it for your own. You saw what Mercer Stanton did at Omega Effect in handing out gimmick matches by the dozen. You think that he is going to let us put on pure mat wrestling classics night after night? I think not. All Stanton wants is to see sheer, mindless, artless brutality, and make money. So I ask my fans, desert me. I will be just fine without you in this case.
Well, then, it felt good to get that out, as I now prepare myself for the most difficult challenge in my career. This is it, my one big shot at making it to the pinnacle of this industry. I am not getting any younger here, and I can not remain in my physical prime for all that much longer. I sincerely doubt that I will ever get a chance to compete for a true World title ever again. If only it could have been under more favorable circumstances…but that is not the case, so I will just have to take what I got. One last chance to prove myself to the ages…one last time to show that I can be the best. I may not want to help Stanton, but for myself, for myself, this is it. I can not refuse this opportunity. It is truly now or never. The moment of truth is upon Steve Phillips, will I be ready for it? That will be all.
The Senator shuts off his microphone, handing it to a ringside official as the crowd remains hushed to a level that only one of Wolf’s commands usually brings about. Will the Senator be able to make the best of a flawed situation? Order Seven Deadly Sins to find out!
Fade Out.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:15:02 GMT -5
RDK vs. Davey (Credit: Latino)
Phillip: This next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Yellowknife, Canada…RDK!!
Macho Man by the Village People start playing as RDK comes out to a huge ovation. He slaps hands with many lucky fans and stops to admire a sign that says “RDK > BK & TNT” RDK gives the fan a high five and then runs towards the ring. RDK climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arm to the fans as they pop even louder.
Phillip: And his opponent from Ann Arbor, MI…..Davey Marvel!!
Mouth for War by Pantera starts playing as Davey comes out to another pop by the crowd. He points to his many fans around the arena. Then his attention turns towards the ring and he sees RDK standing in the ring playing off to the fans in the arena. He runs down and slides under the ropes. Taking off his hood the fans give a more big pop as he climbs the turnbuckle raises both arms to the crowd.
* The Bell Rings *
The match starts off as Davey and RDK get locked up in a grapple. Each man works to gain the advantage. Davey takes the lead and whips RDK to the ropes. On his return, He welcomes RDK with a clothesline to the neck knocking him down his back. Davey runs up the turnbuckles and jumps back off with a roaring elbow. He hooks the leg for hopeful pin One…Two..- kickout by RDK. The fans pop big as Davey gets up dragging up RDK along with him. He whips RDK into the corner and follows at him with a big clothesline. RDK gives him a big boot to face. Davey spins around and then stumbles a bit across the ring holding his face. RDK sits on the top turnbuckle and starts playing off to the fans. They start chanting his name “RDK! RDK! RDK!” A few others start chanting for Davey. He turns back around at RDK and looks up. RDK jumps off with an axe handle smash. Davey flies back and leans against the ropes with one arm over it. RDK walks around the ring as the fans are chanting more and more for him. He then runs straight at Davey with a clothesline but Davey ducks and flips over RDK sending him off to the outside mats. Marvel falls down on the mats and the fans are now chanting for him “Davey! Davey! Davey!” RDK is on the outside holding his arm that got banged up in the fall.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:15:22 GMT -5
As the camera pans around now many signs are now in clear view some say “It’s Time!” and others say “OOooh Yea!” The camera also tries to pick up some chants but by now it’s become very mixed between RDK and Davey. Back in the ring, Davey gets up with help from the ropes. RDK on the outside is moving around trying to get up. Now in the ring, Davey is finally backed up and he raises one arm to the fans garnering a nice pop. He then runs towards the ropes, on RDK’s side, and springs off ropes. He comes down to RDK whom is now bent over and grabs him by the head. Davey slams him down with a DDT and pulls off the Midnight this time to the outside. Both men are now laid out in the outside as the ref is now starting over with his count. The fans are cheering their heads off for both men. No one is sure who is getting the most cheers now. The camera centers on the two men now and Davey is the first to roll over and try to get up. RDK is moving but barely able to get up. He grabs RDK by the head and rolls him back into the ring. Davey follows him and at first goes for the pin but backs out. He stands back up and drags RDK to the middle of the ring. He grabs a hold of his legs and tries to lock on the Garrotte. RDK though is working not to let this happen as he moves his leg. He starts twisting and turning but Davey has a firm grip. Finally, RDK rolls over and sends Davey to the ropes. Still using the momentum from turn he spins back up on his feet. Davey bounces off the ropes and charges at RDK. RDK ducks Davey’s attack and lifts him up in the air with both arms. He holds him up briefly and them slams him down completing the Macho Slam. RDK hooks the leg One…Two..Three!! Davey kicks out one second too late as he hears Phillip’s announcement.
Phillip: Here is your winner…RDK!
RDK climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arm to the fans are they keep cheering non-stop. He jumps down to the mat and walks over to Davey, whom is still getting up. He reaches his hand down and Davey accepts as the fans are cheering louder for the two superstars. RDK raises his and Davey’s arm as both receive great pops.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:16:29 GMT -5
Segment: A Sweet Romance (Credit: Rena)
*Earlier Today*
Alexis: Oh, Okay…Thank you. I’m sure Miss Rena will absolutely enjoy that! See you next month…mhm…oh yeah…mhm…okay…haha, deal. Bye.
Alexis hung up the telephone, and relaxed in her leather swivel chair she had received as a gift from the Senatorial Stable, along with her new dangling diamond earrings she wore tonight. She smiled, and flipped through a small booklet that had a bunch of numbers and dates, obviously Rena’s personal date book which Alexis was in charge of keeping up-to-date records in it. She closed her eyes, but she popped them open the minute someone knocked on the door.
Alexis: C-Come in!
Angelo’s head popped in, and smiled. She smiled back, and fixed herself quickly without making it look to obvious. She nodded and he stepped into the room.
Angelo: Hi, how are you?
Alexis: I’m fine. I’d ask you to sit, but I am just about to leave. Would you like to come along with me? It’s still afternoon and I haven’t ate lunch yet…
Angelo: Sure, I’ll come along. Where are we headed?
Alexis stood up and they both headed out of the room, walking towards the large parking lot where she kept her black limousine.
Alexis: I was thinking Sushi.
Angelo made a puking sound, and put his finger in his mouth.
Angelo: That shit is disgusting…Raw fish…ugh…
Alexis back-handed him in the stomach lightly, and giggled with warmth.
Alexis: It’s not all raw fish…but I suppose we can go where you want to go…And that would be…McDonalds? You look like you would like the kiddy toy.
Angelo: Very Funny. How about an Italian Restaurant? I know a great place with a killer lasagna…but you look like a salad-only girl.
Alexis: Are you kidding? I eat like- I mean…well occasionally I dine without the comfort of salad…
Angelo: How the hell do you keep that body without salad?
Alexis: I have no idea…that’s why every woman hates me.
They both laughed and popped into her car, both sitting in the back as a man in a tuxedo sat in the front. He turned the ignition and sped away. Madonna played lightly on the car radio in the back, singing the song “Crazy For You”. Alexis hummed, and quietly sang to the song as Angelo strained to listen to her sweet voice.
Man: Where to, Miss Alexis?
After she instructed where to go, she pressed a button which put up a large black piece of glass in between the back and front seats.
Angelo: Privacy?
Alexis: can’t live without it…
Madonna (singing): …Swaying room as the music starts, Strangers making the most of the dark. Two by two their bodies become one…
Alexis: I love this song so much…
She began singing it softly. He smiled at her, looking towards her. She stopped and blushed, looking at the tinted window beside her.
Angelo: Don’t stop…I like it…
Alexis: I’m too embarrassed.
Angelo: Don’t be…you have a beautiful voice…among other beautiful qualities.
Angelo and Alexis paused, looking at one another. And just as the song started picking up again, he pulled her close and began kissing her with such passion.
Madonna (singing): Slowly now we begin to move. Every breath I'm deeper into you. Soon we two are standing still in time. If you read my mind, you'll see…I'm crazy for you. Touch me once and you'll know it's true. I never wanted anyone like this. It’s all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss, you'll feel it in my kiss because. I'm crazy for you…Touch me once and you'll know it's true. I never wanted anyone like this. It’s all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss…I'm crazy for you, crazy for you Crazy for you, crazy for you.
As the song ended, the car stopped. She smiled and moved off of him, opening the door.
Alexis: Let’s go.
Angelo: Wait.
He pulled her into the car, looking into her eyes.
Angelo: Do you think you’d like to go out later?
Alexis: You mean, on a date Mr. Giovanni?
She giggled, obviously teasing. He smiled, and kissed her again.
Alexis: I’d love to…Now let’s go eat.
He laughed, and slapped his stomach, showing he is hungry. They both flew out of their opened doors as if they had wings attached to them. As they walked down the streets, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly in his.
((Fade))
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:18:18 GMT -5
Segment: Russian Roulette (Credit: AK)
There is little illumination as the camera fades in; the room revealed is lit by just a single bulb, and appears to be some sort of storage area. There is a gentle purring sound, and the audience knows what it will see next; Richard Parker is leaning up against Alicia, who is sitting on top of a packing case, her knees drawn up to her chest. She remains quiet for several moments; the events from earlier tonight have clearly affected her deeply.
Alicia: How could they know? I mean, nothing actually happened…….. but I can’t deny that the feeling was there, for a little while.
She seems to struggle with her emotions; Richard Parker looks up at her.
Alicia: I love Victor more than anything in this world, but then love and lust are two different things, aren’t they?
Another pause. Alicia’s expression becomes firmer.
Alicia: No, no, get a grip girl. This is precisely what Mbeke warned me about….. this entire thing could be a trap, a cover to make me vulnerable. And if that’s true, the person doing it doesn’t care who else they have to harm in order to play this little game out to its conclusion.
She thinks about this a little more, the seriousness of the situation slowly becoming clear to her for the first time.
Alicia: It’s too much of a coincidence, Richard Parker. Even if I have no lead as to who is responsible for all these messages, or why they’re doing this, I think that I have to assume that we’re heading for a worst case scenario. So……..
Alicia picks up something from the crate next to her; the notebook is immediately recognisable.
Alicia: …this might have begun as a sort of soul – searching exercise, but right now my past memories are all that I have to work on to try and prepare to meet this potential threat. The answers might very well be in here, if I can only recognise them. So let’s continue.
Richard Parker gives a non – committal yawn as Alicia starts to read, this time with fresh purpose.
There was no denying it; as well as being painfully cold, rugged terrain, Siberia in winter was beautiful. As we proceeded quietly over a ridge through an evergreen forest, it looked almost exactly like a Christmas card scene, one from which we had been almost completely airbrushed thanks to our white camouflage suits. Not everyone was concerned with its majestic appearance, however.
I could hear Mbeke shivering even through all his layers, about 2 metres behind me. I smiled; as far as I was concerned it served the conceited man right. Mbeke and I had taken an almost instant disliking to one another upon our meeting in Piper Alpha; he thought I was a spoiled little rich girl, which I suppose made some sort of perverted sense given the background of extreme poverty he had come from. For my part, I considered him a classic male chauvinist; time would come to mellow and refine our attitudes, but for now we conversed only when necessary to carry out our roles.
Bioletti was of course in the lead of our little party; apart from Mbeke and myself there were six others. Chase I’ve already mentioned a little; suffice to say he was on cloud 9 thumping about in the snow with a range of weaponry and other kit stowed on his person. Sverdlov and Bruckner were both older than me, probably somewhere in their early 30s; both came to the party with substantial combat experience, and although neither talked openly about their previous lives I’m fairly sure that Sverdlov was ex – secret service somewhere in the breakaway soviet republics. Bruckner was mixed race, and his knowledge of narcotics and other chemical substances hinted at a less than shimmering past probably spent somewhere in South America. Crystal was the only other woman in the party; her name did not fit her serious nature, and her fierce intellect was borne out by the fact that she was a trained doctor. She hailed from northern Canada, and more than that she would not reveal to any of us.
The other two people in the party had not been present when I underwent my original training, and I had just met them at our rendevous two days previously. Boro was the polar opposite of the other males in the group; the quintessential surfer dude from Australia’s gold coast, he had been on a gap year travelling in Europe when Syndicate representatives had seen something to pique their interest. I found it reassuring that there was at least one other person who seemed close to “normal”, and Boro was my closest friend amongst our select gathering. And last was Mistry…..
Alicia pauses; her eyes are reflecting back the dim light more than normal, and she takes a deep breath or two before going on.
Kemal Mistry. I don’t suppose most people would have thought him to be anything out of the ordinary; he was a tall, rather lanky man, about twenty three when we met. Second generation Indian – British, he was a quiet character who nevertheless had a smile that lit up the room, at least from wherever I was standing. I wouldn’t say that we hit it off as friends in the same way that Boro and I did; our first couple of conversations were slightly stilted affairs, and perhaps this wasn’t all that surprising given the situation that we were about to go into. But there was something between us the moment we set eyes on one another, and even as we tramped through the snow now I kept looking back over my shoulder, wondering if he could see me…….
“Ok, we’re here. Get low and then crawl forward so you can look over this rise.”
We all obeyed Bioletti without so much as a conscious thought; as we looked down into the steep sided valley below, I took a sharp breath at the sight before me.
The buildings were a dark, weathered grey where we could see them above the snow line. There was razor wire all around the perimeter fences, and tall cinderblock walls beyond this. We could see what looked like an exercise yard, and in it…… about 4 bodies, all frozen and at least partially devoured.
Bioletti whispered his next words. “Do you see the kneeling figure?”
We all looked again; there was indeed a hunched shape, bent over one of the corpses. It wasn’t moving.
“Who can tell me what that is?”
Boro’s voice was equally hushed. “Is it……..a ghoul? A frozen ghoul?”
“Excellent, Boro. Absolutely correct.”
Crystal’s whisper was next. “I think I see….. no circulation means no ability to generate heat. If the temperature were to rise, would it defrost and start moving again?”
“Yes. If we were operating in a more marginal environment, we would need to be exceptionally aware of such hazards. As it is, that ghoul is about as safe as it’s possible to find one; a retrieval team will take it back to add to the study pool.”
We waited; we knew what Bioletti would say next.
“As I’m sure you have all worked out by now, this is a prison; it is the site of a class 2 outbreak. Our mission is to clear it out, destroying all ghouls and rescuing any uncontaminated survivors, removing all possible remaining sources of infection.”
His language made it sound almost clinical. I shuddered a little, nonetheless.
“Hopefully, the direness of their situation will make any survivors receptive to our efforts to help them. However, this gulag houses many violent criminals, and so I would advise extreme caution at all times. Don’t go looking for a fight – but if you find yourselves threatened, our Russian government contacts have assured me that you may defend yourselves with whatever force you deem necessary. Do you all understand?”
We all replied in the affirmative.
“All right. Divide into your operative optimal groups, check kit, and then proceed; all the gates are already open where some prisoners and guards tried to escape earlier. Any survivors will most likely be trapped by reanimated ghouls, keep that in mind. Bruckner, Crystal, you’re with me on this one. Mebeke, Sverdlov, Chase, take the western side. Kitamura, you get the new boys.”
“Bonzer! Nice one mate.”
“Er……..thankyou, Bioletti.”
I felt a small twinge of pride that Bioletti was entrusting me with the care of the two newest team members, especially since this was my first full mission. Any excitement was kept contained by our knowledge of the potential threats ahead; we all put on our working faces and crept slowly around to the eastern side of the main block. Part of the wire fence as down, and that left only the main wall to ascend; Boro went first, and as he popped his head up over the top and looked downward-
The camera is on Richard Parker, who is licking his fur; he pricks up his ears, aware that Alicia has suddenly fallen silent. As the camera pulls back, she is nowhere to be seen.
Alicia (whispered): Richard Parker! Get out of there, now!
Richard Parker bolts for the door, probably cued more by Alicia’s tone than her words. As he dashes through, Alicia pulls the door shut, almost trapping his tail. She fights to control her breathing.
Alicia: I heard something, Richard Parker. Someone is here….
Her expression is becoming darker and more angry by the moment. She picks Richard Parker up.
Alicia: I think the rest of this instalment will have to be put on hold. I’m not going to put up with this for a second longer; if the person who left that message is still here, I’m going to find them and deal with this before things get even more out of hand.
Still holding Richard Parker, Alicia strides away purposefully, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:19:23 GMT -5
Segment: Tides have turned (Credit: DD)
A shot of the ACW backstage area creates attention to the fans, who turn to the Alphatron. It shows a corridor with nobody around, but a faint whistle being heard in the background. The whistling gets louder, and louder still, and footsteps are heard. The camera points to the left, and immediately many jeers are heard from many sections of the crowd as Daredevil is seen whistling, and holding a steel chair. He's in a very happy mood, with almost a leap in his step as he turns the corner, bumping into his friend.
WCW 98: I was just looking for your Dan! And why may you be holding a steel chair?
Dan: Oh, just protection against certain people. You know how it goes.
WCW 98 glances at the chair again, before putting his arm on Dan's shoulder
WCW 98: Come on, in celebration of our first win last Monday I've had our locker room redecorated. Oh and by the way I'm really sorry I didn't get in earlier. The traffic outside the arena was unbelievable...
Dan: I agree. But to be fair I easily won the match anyway. I mean come on, it was Rena, and I completely destroyed her.
They continue walking down the halway
WCW 98: Yes, fortunately I managed to get in to see the end. But may I ask if you were so angry about Angelo and the International strap not half an hour ago, why are you in such a cheery mood now?
DD smirks
Dan: Oh, just things...
They stop at their locker room door. But before they enter DD makes one final comment
Dan: Oh and did you hear about Latino and Alicia? That's too bad...
He smirks at WCW 98, who is smirking back. He then turns to the door, unlocking it and pushing the door open; however the site is unbelievable.
Dan: Uh nice decorating?
WCW 98 turns around and sees the room in a complete state that is likened to Latino and AK's room of earlier on. The bench is split in half and the television is in a complete mess over the floor. Pieces of glass cover a large part of the floor area, but the most noticable piece of destruction is red, white and green material covering the floor. The camera closes in on one piece of the material, showing a red dragon's head.
Dan: THOSE BASTARDS!
WCW 98 walks into the bathroom and suddenly freezes. His eyes remain fixed at the site he sees as he calls DD to the room.
WCW 98: Um Dan, there is something in here that you have to check out.
DD hurries to the bathroom, rage filled in his body. But when he looks in the bathroom he also sees what WCW 98 is seeing. The bathroom is a complete tip, being completely tee-peed and the shower door smashed across the floor. The sink had also been running, and for quite some time as the floor slowly starts to flood. But that's not what the two are staring at. The camera then points to the side of the bath, where the is a word spray painted in red/purple spray paint. DD then analyses the word through his head, and the outcome has him confused.
Dan: What the...? This makes no sense whatsoever!
WCW 98: I know! This is absurd!
Dan: Why word the word 'envy' have anything to do with me? It's complete bullshite!
WCW 98 rests his head on his hand, whilst DD goes over to the spray, rubbing it.
Dan: And it's still quite wet! Who would do such a thing!?
The two talk over it, before DD notices the cameraman. Enraged, he side-shuffle kicks it out of the room, knocking it out as the scene fades. But it leaves the ACW fans wondering what these messages that keep appearing are about, as we cut to commercials.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:20:21 GMT -5
Wyvern vs BK London (Credit: BK)
Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at 220 pounds, from Tacoma, Washington, Wyvern.
"Getting Smaller" by Nine Inch Nails hits and the crowd boos the hell out of Wyvern. Wyvern walks out onto the stage and he stares at the crowd as we cut to the reaction by some fans in the crowd. As they cut back to Wyvern he is already making his way up the steps and he slides his feet across the apron before hopping over the top rope into the ring. Wyvern hops onto the ropes and raises one arm in the sky as he moves up and down due to the springiness of the ropes. Wyvern hops down and he begins to wait for his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, making his way to the ring weighing in at 225 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York, B-K London.
"Diamonds" by Kanye West hits and the crowd gives BK a booing reaction also. BK walks out onto the stage with his sunglasses on and a toothpick in his mouth. He walks down to the ring and he takes the toothpick out of his mouth and throws it at the people in the crowd. He slides into the ring and hops onto the middle turnbuckle and taunts the crowd. He then hops down from the top turnbuckle and takes of his sunglasses to see Wyvern staring from across the ring.
The bell rings for the match to begin and the two superstars stare at each other from across the ring, this is their first singles meeting ever in ACW History and they plan to give the people a show tonight. The two slowly begin walking around the ring and finally they lock up, Wyvern locks in a side headlock and then takes BK down with the headlock takedown. BK uses his legs to wrap a leg scissors around the neck of Wyvern but Wyvern shifts his body around and flips forward onto BK for the bridge without hooking the leg. The referee begins to make the count and just then BK is seen rising up from the mat while holding Wyvern who is over him. BK now manuvers the hold into a Backslide Pin that only gets a two count. As soon as the two get up Wyvern hits a Fireman's Carry on BK and then locks on a grounded side headlock. BK rises up and he pushes Wyvern off of him but then pulls him back using the back of his pants into a headlock of BK's own. Quickly BK switches into a Spinning Drop Toe Hold made famous by Funk family. BK quickly tries to latch on the Corporate Lock..
Edison: CORPORATE LOCK! CORPORATE LOCK! McNally: This one could be over quicker than a hiccup.
...but Wyvern rolls forward and hooks the leg of BK into a roll up. The referee quickly counts one, two, thr-- but BK kicks out. As both wrestlers get up Wyvern levels BK with a clothesline. BK holds the back of his head and Wyvern covers BK but BK kicks out at 2. Wyvern covers BK again with the same result. Wyvern picks up BK and smashes his head into the the top turnbuckle, he then turns BK around and chops him in the chest to a "WOOOOOOO!!" from the crowd. Wyvern begins to blatantly choke BK in the corner and the ref begins the 5 count but only gets to a 4 before Wyvern breaks the hold.
Wyvern then brings BK out the corner and drives his knee into the back of BK with a backbreaker, and following up with a backbreaker stretch as he presses on the face of BK. BK seems to be in a lot of trouble as the camera closes in on the look of aggression on Wyvern's face. BK then begins kicking Wyvern in the side of his face repeatedly which leaves Wyvern no choice but to release the stretch or feel more of the wrath of BK's feet. Wyvern holds the side of his head and BK begins to get up. As BK gets to a vertical position Wyvern charges toward BK and attempts to clothesline him but BK uses his own momentum against him and tosses him over the rope. BK drops down to one knee to try to catch a breather and Wyvern is seen hanging onto the top rope on the outside. BK turns around and he sees Wyvern "skinning the cat" ,but before he can land on his feet in the ring BK runs up behind Wyvern. He then locks Wyvern's legs around his waist before hitting the Wheelbarrow Suplex.
McNally: Ouch what a toll on the neck that must take. Edison: Thats gonna hurt tomorrow morning.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 4, 2005 16:20:55 GMT -5
Wyvern then holds the back of his neck in pain and BK continues to lie on the mat due to the exhaustion so far in this match. BK rolls over to Wyvern and he covers him and even hooks the leg but Wyvern kicks out. BK can't believe it and he sits up Wyvern and locks in a modified sufboard stretch as he places his boot in the back of Wyvern while stretching his arms. Wyvern is obviously in a lot of pain and BK is loving every moment of this.
Wyvern begins to start getting up and BK drops his foot to the ground and Wyvern turns himself around releasing his arms from BK's hands and he kicks BK in the gut. He punches BK in the face which sends BK reeling into the corner and then with great velocity he whips BK into the opposite corner. BK ricochets off the turnbuckle and he lands chest first on the ground before holding his back in pain. Wyvern walks over to BK and as he is getting up he slaps him in the face and then kicks him back down to the ground. Wyvern picks up BK and hits him with a Snap Suplex before covering him, only to get a two count. Wyvern begins to get up and he can seen to be having some trouble thinking up his next move. BK begins to get up also and Wyvern soccer kicks him in his lower back sending him back to the ground. BK wails in pain and Wyven picks up BK and tosses him to the outside. Wyvern makes his way to the outside and the referee begins to count both of them, Wyvern picks up BK and suplexes him on the very thin mat on the outside.
McNally: Take it back in the ring Wyvern. Come on, lets have a fair match. Edison: I wouldn't make him angry if I were you Maxie.
He then makes his way over to the announce table where announcers Maxwell McNally and 'Fast' Eddie Edison, who were once commentating begin to move. Wyvern throws the protective covering off the announcer's table and then he takes out each of the monitors. Wyvern turns around and he rolls back into the ring to break the count and the referee restarts it. Wyvern picks up BK and throws him on the table and then he too jumps up on the table also. The former International Champion picks up BK and it looks like he is looking for the Corrosion but BK elbows his way out of it.
Wyvern bend over after being elbowed in the abdomen so many times and BK follows up with a Swinging Neckbreaker on the table. There is a pause and then the table breaks, more breaking due to the weight of the two men combined more than the actual impact of the move. The referee is up to 4 and both men show signs of life after the move and by the count of 9 both men are seen crawling into the ring. BK and Wyvern make their way toward each other and they stare at each other from the ground as the beads of sweat drip down their head onto the mat. They begin to get up and they use each other to hold the other one up and BK is the first to hit Wyvern with a right hand, Wyvern fires back with one of his own and then BK returns the favor. Wyvern kicks BK in the abdomen but BK returns back with an european uppercut to the face and the battle continues to wages on....
McNally: This match is turning into an all out brawl. Edison: This could get DAANNNNGERRROUSSS!!
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