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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 20, 2005 16:07:37 GMT -5
Segment: Charity Fight (Credit: Latino)
As the show comes back from commercial the viewers at home can finally see the inside of the building shown earlier. The camera pans around showing many different stations where many different alcohol companies have been set up. Off to the side is a mascot Beaver walking around talking to various people. Towards the back of the room is a stage set with a small band getting ready for a small intermission later in the day. The camera finally stops on Latino as he is still looking around unable to believe his eyes. A man carrying a tray of bottle of beers walks right past Latino as he follows it with his eyes tempted to chase the man down and fight him for the tray.
Latino: Aye Santa Maria dame el duro. Excuse me…yea you. I’m….I’m here to do some speech. I don’t even remember anymore.
Event Coordinator: Ah yes, you must be Mr. Lau…Laureen?
Latino: Laureano.
Event Coordinator: Lorena?
Latino: Laureano.
Event Coordinator: Lau…Lor….Is that Mexican or something?
Latino: …..Where the hell do you want me?
Event Coordinator: Oh right between Bacardi Rum and Absolut Vodka.
Latino walks over to his “post” as he makes the sign of the cross on his forehead. He looks at the two people running their stations and then takes a seat. After a few minutes of doing nothing a large man barely able to fit into his shirt comes up to Latino.
Large Man: Hey! HEY! HEEEEEEEY!
Latino (muttering under his breath): Dammit what the hell…… Yes what do you want?
Large Man: Are you…..that…..that guy!?
Latino: Ah idiot. Yes I’m that guy.
Large Man: I KNEW it was you! You’re…..George Washington!
Latino gets up not wanting to deal with anything. As he passes the stage suddenly a loud bass and beats starts to play. Latino stops looking around wondering what the hell is going on. The room suddenly goes dark and a spotlight appears at the stage. The bass gets louder and louder as a man with a cape and sunglasses walks onto stage. He grabs a microphone and begins to talk.
Speaker: Hello everyone! First, I would like to introduce myself as Jesús.
Large Man: Yea go Jesus! I got some water you can turn into wine!
Jesús: ….Second, I’d like to thank you for coming to this charity event. Already we have raised $1,500 from ticket sales and merchandise being sold. Now I’d like to introduce out guest speaker and advocate of alcohol….Victor Laureen!
Latino walks on stage and grabs the microphone slightly pushing Jesús abruptly.
Latino: It’s Laureano jackass. No-
Jesús: Hey man. Don’t mess with the J-Man.
Large Man: Yea! Don’t talk to Jesus that way! Kick his ass!
Latino turns around to say something to Large Man but Jesús doesn’t give him much chance as he lunges at Latino. The two start getting in a fight as Latino throws a punch and Jesús does the same. Security rushes the stage trying to break the two apart. Latino starts yelling out at him as Security struggle to hold him back.
Latino: Ok! Ok! I’m fine! Let go of me!
Latino breaks himself from Security’s grasp and turns around. He looks back at Jesús and then as he turns around a drum symbol smacks him across the forehead. Latino falls down and looks up to see the Beaver Mascot staring down at him. He lunges at the Mascot and starts punching repeatedly at him showing no signs of slowing down. Security once again charges pulling the two apart. Latino yells out various Spanish Profanities. The Beaver Mascot takes off his mask revealing who is behind the mask.
Latino: Fallen Souls?
Fallen Souls: Yes, that’s right, how else do you think you got sent here?
Without another word Fallen Souls pushes the security out of the way and grabs Latino. He throws Latino into the band set with a loud crash. Fallen Souls walks over still in a Beaver Suit strutting around in a very cocky manner. Latino grabs part of the drum set and throws it at Fallen Souls’ head. A loud BANG is heard as it hits him across the face. He stumbles around and Latino gives him a spear sending him off the stage. The crowd runs out of the way trying not to get hurt. Latino jumps off with the Last Night’s Hangover. Fallen rolls out of the way letting Latino hit the concrete hard. He climbs the stage and jumps off with a knee drop. The camera can barely catch the impact on the move but before it can get a close-up Security finally rushes towards the two once again. Fallen Souls gets up and breaks through the crowd as he leaves. Security helps up Latino as his nose is already bleeding profoundly.
Latino (Pushing Security away): Get the hell away!
He stomps off, his voice sounding seriously pissed off even as it recedes.
Latino: You think you’re the only one who can play mind games Fallen? Yea we’ll see just how good you think you are.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 20, 2005 16:11:55 GMT -5
Match 6: Jake Cheng vs. Jearus
The Untouchables are having a busy night, and next it’s Jake’s turn to see what he can do as he takes on a member of his stable’s Armada rivals.
Philip: The next match is a singles contest, set for one fall. Introducing first, he is a member of the R3 Armada… from somewhere in the western hemisphere, Jearus!
”Reach for the Sky” by Social Distortion hits, and Jearus gets a decent pop as he emerges from the back. He slaps hands with a few fans on his way down to ringside, and climbs through the ropes before taking up a position a few feet away from Philip.
Philip: And his opponent, he is a member of the Untouchables… from Hong Kong, China, Jake Cheng!
”Through the Iris” by 10 years plays, and the fans are much less welcoming to Jake as he stalks to the ring. Not bothered by the reaction, Jake ascends the steps, and paces around the ring eying up his opponent, until the referee decides to get the ball rolling.
Bell Rings.
Jake isn’t shy about taking the fight straight to his foe. Jearus has to react quickly, as before the bell’s sound has even faded away, Jake is laying into him with a blistering array of kicks, targeting his opponent’s ribs and abdomen. Jearus taps into his agility and moves away on sprightly feet, but Jake is no slouch in the speed department and keeps pace, so that Jearus finds himself rapidly acquiring aches and pains in his central body. Understanding that he’s got to break the pattern, Jearus keeps moving backward, and then converts Jake’s momentum to deliver a backbody drop out of nowhere. Jake hits the mat with a loud thud, and rolls back up to his feet without suffering significant damage, but Jearus has bought himself enough time to reassess the situation, and Jake turns around into a powerful clothesline that gets a pop from the fans. Jearus drops into a pin, which barely reaches the 1 count; the Armada member switches into a grounded headlock and starts to smack Jake in the face, but Jake forces his way slowly back to his feet, and then gets hold of Jearus by the legs, pulling him off his feet with a swift movement and teaming up with gravity to drop Jearus on to his tailbone. Jearus’ hold is broken, and he grimaces as he gets up; as soon as he’s vertical, however, Jake sends him to the canvas once again with one of his trademark hurracanranas launched from the nearby ropes. Jake makes a swift pin, and gets a 2 count, but Jearus kicks with a strength that suggests he’s far from ready to admit defeat. The two men get back up, and regard one another silently for a few seconds as they circle, trying to figure out their opponent’s key weaknesses.
Though Jearus has a slight height advantage, in terms of weight the two men are very closely matched indeed, and so as they advance upon one another and lock up it’s impossible to predict who will come out on top in such a situation. At first, it looks like a stalemate, with neither man able to budge his opponent; but gradually Jake’s greater experience starts to tell, and he pushes Jearus back across the ring. As they approach the ropes, Jearus gathers his strength, and braces before kicking Jake hard in the shin; Jake’s concentration is broken, and Jearus wastes no time in grasping his foe and executing a mighty belly to belly suplex. Jake takes flight, and is on his way out of the ring… but he snatches at the top rope in the nick of time, and comes to land on the apron. Jearus spins around to see Jake launching himself into a flying tackle; he tries to reach Jake and knock him backward, but Jake is marginally too quick, and he strikes Jearus, driving both men down to the mat. Jearus, thinking fast, rolls the pair of them over on landing, getting a crossface hold in place; Jake struggles, but Jearus is determined, and shifts along until he can wrap one leg around Jake’s neck to complete the Ecuatorial stranglehold. The crowd is shouting and cheering, firmly behind Jearus as he strives for the upset; the hold is like iron, but in going for the hold as a counter, Jearus has managed to set things up so that Jake’s outstretched arm is only a couple of inches from the ropes. Both men pour all their strength into the fight, and the referee watches closely; Jake’s arm wavers, as time and again he grasps for the rope that is so near and yet so far…. And after 45 seconds or so, he at last makes the connection. The referee breaks the hold, much to Jearus’ dismay; Jake gets up, smirking at his foe’s failure, and is about to strike with a vicious enziguri when...................the arena lights shut off.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 20, 2005 16:12:59 GMT -5
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Son of a...Come on! Somebody backstage better get their asses in line here! Get these lights back on, we gotta finish this match!
Maxwell McNally: Well Jake just went up for that enziguri looking to finish Jearus off, but it could all go to waste unless this is sorted out quickly….
The crowd begins to boo as they want to see a wrestling match and just then the titantron comes back to life.
A Revolution Begins in....
"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins to play as the first beats of the song go along with the countdown.
10 boom
9 boom
8 boom
7 boom
The crowd begins to join in and count along.
6 boom
5 boom
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Do you think this could be linked to that mysterious message last week, Max?
4 boom
Maxwell McNally: I’d say we’re about to find out one way or another, Eddie.
3 boom
2 Guitars start playing.
1 Boom, and guitar
0 Boomb
I AM IRONMAN!!!
The guitars burst more into life as they fill the arena up with electricity. Lights flash all over the arena and Jearus and Jake are now seen in the ring looking confused, and pissed off.
McNally: Well this is getting interesting folks!
A man in a shirt and what look like baby blue shorts begins to slowly walk out from the back and Jearus immediately looks concerned, along with Jake, but then Jake just goes back to being angry. The camera turns back to the man revealing how muscular he is and why Jearus is wary. He stands on the top of the stage and poses doing a somewhat AJ Styles pose. He slowly spins around and flexes his muscles for the crowd who are amazed already with this man. The guy flexes his muscles down and the back of his shirt begins to rip. He then takes his shirt with one hand and completely rips it off. He throws it into the crowd and begins walking to the ring staring down Jearus and Jake Cheng.
The crowd begins cheering, although some are hostile and others do not appear interested. One person yells out "Get outta here!" as another yells out "This is much better than a Jake Cheng match!"
The man walks up the steel steps and then walks on the apron. He steps in between the middle and top rope and Jearus slides out of the ring, but Jake Cheng stays. The man looks at Jearus, who has decided that he wants none of this and begins walking around the ring and heading towards the ramp as Jake is completely set on staring this man down. Jake puts his hand up behind him and kinda waves Philip on. Philip doesn't know what he means until Jake finally gives in and yells.
Jake: Give a damn microphone, you idiot!
Philip rushes and walks up the steps and hands Jake a microphone as the referee doesn't know what to do as Jearus has left and there is another man in the ring. Jake looks from the feet of this man to his head.
Jake: Who the hell are you?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: He's one magnificent looking guy if you ask me.
Maxwell McNally: Shh.
Jake: Who do you think you are coming out here and interrupting a Jake Cheng match? I was just about to beat that asshole Jearus back there.
Jake points to Jearus who is now on the stage watching.
Jake: I mean look, he's afraid of you. OOH! He's got muscles run away!
Jearus now has a mic.
Jearus: Yeah, unlike you!
The crowd begins to laugh as Jake gives him an evil look.
Jake: Okay, whatever. But seriously. I think you should just turn your ‘roided up self around and leave now.
The crowd boos; a few laugh. Jearus just shakes his head at Jake’s bravado in the face of such an unknown quantity.
Jearus: Oh Jake, what are you gonna do about it?
Jake: What am I- what am I gonna do about it? I’ll show you!
Jake begins swinging and punching the man but the punches don’t move him at all.
Jearus: Oh, I’m SO impressed.
Jake goes for another punch but with his left hand this time. The man grabs his arm and twists it as hard as he can. Jake starts screaming like a little girl. He begins to kick the man as he moves his leg and quickly sweeps Jake's leg and he falls to the ground. The man backs off and poses some more. Jake slowly gets up and runs towards him. The man goes down and Jake jumps over and rebounds across the ropes. The man hops up then backflips over Jake as he runs by. Jake runs against the other ropes as the man charges towards him. He nails a huge clothesline with makes Jake flip in the air Paul London style. The man walks over and leans on the ropes as he yawns. Jake slowly pulls himself up holding his head as he does a little karate pose and the man walks over. Jake quickly kicks him in the back of the leg, making it buckle. He pulls himself up as Jake jumps and nails an enziguri. The man goes down and Jake begins to celebrate....a little too early though as the man rolls over onto his back and nips up. Jake is still showing off and taunting the crowd as the man is already up, behind him. The crowd begins to cheer and Jake thinks it's for him. Jearus decides that he’s seen enough, and heads to the back; Jake turns around to get a toe kick then to get lifted up onto the mans shoulders. The man walks around the ring and then lifts Jake up even move and slams him into the mat with a powerbomb. Jake gets about 4 feet of air from when he bounces back into the air after hitting the mat. When he bounced up, he spun in the air and is now on his stomach. He begins kicking his feet in the air holding his back. He walks over and picks Jake up. He whips him across the ropes and throws him up into a back body drop. Jake gets a lot of air before crashing down to the mat. He holds his back as the crowd begins to boo. The man turns to see Jonny Spade and Daredevil running out. He picks Jake up and walks over to the ropes. He has his back to them as he lifts Jake and throws him in a belly to belly suplex. Jake goes flying out of the ring and lands on Jonny and Daredevil who "catch" him from hitting the ground as all three fall. The man raises his arms in victory and flexes his muscles to the Untouchable members. Daredevil begins to lifts Jake up and walk him to the back as Jonny stares at the man then shakes his head and walks off with Jake and Daredevil.
The man walks over to Philip and is handed a mic. He then goes back to the middle of the ring as the crowd quiets down and the Untouchables are gone.
Man: Now that that’s over with, please allow me to introduce myself........last week you all saw my message. A revolution is coming. Well, wait no longer. The revolution is HERE! My name....is Santiago "Ironman" Rivera, and I guaran-damn-tee to everyone in the back that I will be one of the biggest threats you will ever have to face in ACW! There are some people that you face who may say that they're a brick wall and won’t be torn down, as for me, I'm the damn Great Wall of China! Good luck trying to take me down. Well once you all heard my name you probably thought of, "oh he's Spanish." No not really, I'm American with a little Mexican descant. MY parents just always liked the name Santiago.
Santiago: Jake, you were my first victim. You were the first person who was stupid enough to try to mess with me. Jearus was smart ‘cause hell if he didn't leave I WOULD have taken both of you on. I WOULD have massacred you both, and Jake you're just lucky that your little friends came out here to save you. You didn't even get to feel the Mexican Destroyer or better yet, the 100th Trip to Hell. But step into a ring with me again, and you will feel the pain. You will cry for mercy. You will succumb to the Iron Man. My name is Santiago Rivera, and with me Impossible.....is nothing!
He drops the mic as "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins playing. He steps out of the ring and begins walking up the ramp to the back.
Maxwell McNally: Well everyone, I truly think that this man WILL revolutionize ACW as we know it.
Edison: He's definitely gonna prove himself here, and soon!
McNally: Indeed!
Scene fades to black as the music continues playing.
OOC note: Ending events credit to "Santiago".
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 20, 2005 16:14:24 GMT -5
Segment: Light On His Feet (credit: Bre)
The screen fades in from the incredible ACW action we just witnessed to an image of the Original Asshole, Bre Double T. He appears to be jumping rope and looks a bit lighter on his feet than usual. He finishes jumping rope, and begins to speak.
Bre: WOO! What a workout! That's good stuff.
Bre points to someone off screen.
Bre: YOU! Get me a towel.
YOU!: Sure, here you go.
Bre takes the towel and wipes his brow. He finds a seat and takes a breather.
Bre: I know that the ACW fans are just dying, wanting to see me back in that ring. Well, have no fear, because Bre Double T has been working off the pounds, and by Samhain don't be surprised if I surpass my weight loss goal.
The next time I step back through those ropes, I'm gonna be light on my feet, and don't be surprised if I start trying some moves that are a bit more high risk.
I can't wait to get back to ACW and the Armada, and when I do get back, me and Jearus are prepared to become the NEW! ACW Tag Team Champions.
Bre stands up and walks out of view of the camera.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 20, 2005 16:16:59 GMT -5
Match 7: RDK vs. Jonny Spade
The show has delivered a few surprises already… are there more to come? It’s time to find out, as Philip returns to the ring.
Philip: This is a non – title match, set for one fall… introducing first, from Toronto Ontario, he is a member of the Untouchables… Jonny Spade!
”Bodies” hits, and Jonny appears on the stage flanked by Damien. The pair are roundly booed as they walk along the ramp, and Damien still looks a little uncomfortable at this, but Jonny couldn’t care less about it all. He gets into the ring, leaving Damien on the outside.
Philip: And his opponent, from Yellowknife Canada… he is the reigning ACW World Champion, the Macho Man RDK!
The sound of the fans is immense as “Macho Man” plays, and RDK comes out with his belt on his shoulder, slapping it and getting the fans even more pumped up than they already are. People lean forward over the barriers to get as close as they can, and RDK doesn’t hurry; he takes time to work his way to the ring, letting youngsters touch the belt and generally being an all – round hero to the masses….
….but when he’s only a few metres from the ring, to everyone’s shock and dismay the atmosphere is utterly shattered, as with no warning at all the rest of the Untouchables come storming out of the back. RDK’s reflexes are good, and he uses the title belt to excellent effect in defense for about 15 seconds, but then Damien blindsides him, and with the crowd booing and screaming at the conniving stable the group manhandles RDK to the ring.
Jonny joins in the assault; there are no stunts or other showboating, just a straightforward display of overwhelming power. RDK almost becomes invisible under the rain of blows, and when the chaos finally abates, he’s lying glassy – eyed in the centre of the ring. It’s clear that he’s no longer in any position to fight, and instead of refereeing a match, the official finds himself calling urgently for medical assistance. Their objective for the night achieved, “The Leaving Song part II” hits, and the Untouchables depart, leaving the fans apoplectic with fury….
After a few more seconds, RDK starts to stir. As his vision corrects itself, the first thing he sees is the alphatron – and at that very second, it switches from showing the arena to a darkened room. There is a figure there in the shadows, but his identity is immediately given away by his cold and loveless voice.
Valmont: Oh, how the mighty are fallen…. if I didn’t find it so delicious, even I might not have been able to watch that.
The crowd looks practically ready to launch search-and-destroy parties for RDK’s lowlife father; still too weak to rise, RDK just gazes at the screen.
Valmont: But it’s all right, my boy, it will all be over soon. On Monday….. I will end your misery. Depend upon it.
The alphatron switches back to showing the arena, and the camera shot shows the medics arriving to attend to the World Champion. RDK is clearly angry, but he lets the doctors do their checks; he wants to be 110% for whatever he’ll be facing come Warfare…
The show fades to a break while the ring is cleared.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 20, 2005 16:18:49 GMT -5
Segment: “Twin” trouble (OOC: This isn’t strictly relevant to anything…. but it was just asking to be written. So I did. ) On return from the break, a shot of the parking lot is shown; Edge and Lita are on their way back to their rather swish set of wheels.Edge: So… he wasn’t as good a kisser as I am, right? Lita: Uhh, of course not honey. Every woman in the audience has to resist the urge to shout “Oh, REALLY?” at this blatant lie.Edge: Well, it’s still not right. I think I should make it up to you. Lita smiles.Lita: What if someone sees? Edge: This place is deserted, we have all the privacy we need. Moving behind an SUV, the two shadows become one; the audience can’t help but let out an “awwww” as they kiss. Caught in the moment, neither lovebird hears the sound of someone approaching on foot, but the camera does, and turns to point in that direction.
Latino has his head down as he heads toward the building.Latino: What a night…. well, at least it can’t get any worse- He stops dead in his tracks. The SUV partially blocks his view, but from what he can see through the windows coupled with the silhouettes, Latino’s jaw drops.Latino:……….mami?.....Wha…how…..with HIM? With HUNTER?!! Latino is visibly shaking as he storms toward the oblivious pair; the audience yells out in warning regardless of the fact that they can’t be heard outside. But as Latino comes within about 10 feet of the car, he slows, and then stops.Latino: Wait, wait…. calmase Laureano. This can’t be right. The cogs are clearly ticking over in Latino’s brain. Slowly, a triumphant smile creeps across his face.Latino:…..aaaaahhh, I’ve got you now, Fallen! Very clever, that costume and wig almost fooled me…. but you won’t fool ME twice! I’m going to beat you at your own game! Latino puffs up his chest, and strides around the SUV. Without pausing, he pulls Lita out of Edge’s embrace.Latino: Excuse me, I believe that’s MY privilege. The crowd almost melts down as Latino draws Lita close, and passionately kisses her. Lita is shocked and tries to get free, though she actually doesn’t seem THAT distressed; Edge can’t even speak. She eventually re – establishes a gap between the pair of them, though Latino is still holding her tightly. Lita: What on EARTH are you doing? Are you crazy?! Latino furrows his brow; in the dim light of the parking lot he hasn’t yet realized what’s wrong.Latino: Whoa Fallen, you’ve really got the Feminine voice off to a tee there! And those breasts almost feel- A ton of pennies drop all at once. Latino looks at Lita, then at Edge.Latino: Oh, shit. He looks at Lita a second time…. and then slightly over her shoulder.Latino: Oh, SHIT!! Edge is rolling up his sleeves… but that isn’t what Latino is worried about. Alicia has dropped her kit bag on the floor, and the audience half expects the sky to crack with dramatic lightning. When she speaks, her voice is very soft.Alicia: Pardon me… am I interrupting something here? Latino lets go of Lita and jumps back as if electrocuted. His mind races.Latino: Chula, she tricked me! It’s dark, I thought she was you! Alicia continues to stare at the pair of them, but her eyebrows are sharpening into a 45 degree angle, and she starts to walk forward.Alicia: Is that a fact? Well then, allow me to refresh your memory… Alicia seems to shift into an entirely new gear; she crosses the distance almost too fast for the camera to track, and almost knocks the cameraman entirely off his feet so that the shot swings wildly. It also backs away, so that by the time it stabilizes it shows Latino breathing hard, having run for dear life while his spouse is focused on beating the “husband thief” into the tarmac. Off screen, shrieking and what sounds worryingly like someone having their head driven repeatedly into a car door can be heard. The doors to the arena open, and some of the crew and roster come out, roused by the commotion, with appropriately enough Hunter and FSX in the lead.Hunter: What the hell is – holy shit! Is that what I think it is? Latino: Yea. You see what I have to put up with? FSX: Whoa… I didn’t think you could do that to someone’s leg. The noise continues; the crowd watches, half of them through their fingers.Random crew member: Hang on, I think Edge is going to break it up. FSX: Good, he should be able to handle – OOOOOOH, That’s GOT to hurt! There is a sudden flare of a dim light source from off – screen.Edge (Out of view): Jesus! Not the locks, please! YEAAAAAOOOWW! The light gets abruptly brighter, and a bit of smoke wafts past the camera.Hunter:…….. Wow. I didn’t know he tinted his hair. That stuff burns like a bitch. Someone with a touch of common sense runs in with a fire bucket; there’s a bit more screaming, and then the flickering light goes out.FSX: Good lord. Do you think we’ll get sued? Latino: Actually, I think they’ll be too psychologically messed up to ever mention this again. As the overworked medics rush past, Alicia strolls back into the shot.Alicia: Ah, I feel much calmer now. Do you think I over reacted a little? Everyone shakes their heads, quietly hoping that she won’t read their eyes and see fear. Alicia collects her bag, and walks away with Latino to their car, as the others go back inside to watch the end of the show.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 20, 2005 16:19:42 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW International Title Match – Blindfold Match BK London vs. Predator
Thanks to Kudo’s challenge, the main event promises to be intriguing, to say the least. Philip waits in the ring for the crowd to calm itself a little before speaking.
Philip: Tonight’s main event is a singles contest for the ACW International Title, with a “blindfold” stipulation applying to the defending champion. Firstly, please welcome the Challenger… from Winnipeg, Canada, Predator!
”Stay together for the Kids” hits, and Predator walks out to a mixture of boos and cheers; he knows that this is a real chance at a major title, and he seems to be focused and taking nothing for granted as he reaches the ring. He does a few stretches to prepare as he waits for his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, from Brooklyn New York, he is the current ACW International Champion… BK London!
”Diamonds” plays, and BK walks out looking confident, despite the blindfold that he holds in his hand. He raises up the title belt, taunting the fans with it, and strides to the ring; upon entering, he gets up on all the turnbuckles before returning to the centre of the ring. The referee takes the blindfold, and inspects it for any tampering; satisfied that all is in order, he secures the blindfold around BK’s head, and takes the title belt to hold it up before passing it to the outside. Predator bounces up and down on the spot as the referee signals for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Predator’s first instinct is to rush BK right from the bell; however, experience has taught him never to underestimate the international champion, and he still has some respect for his one-time mentor. BK, meanwhile, stands still, adopting a fighting stance; Predator cautiously passes a hand in front of BK’s face, and gets no reaction at all. Still not entirely convinced that BK really is blind, Predator bites his lip, and then gives BK the finger, jumping back half in expectation of an angry swipe. However, this just makes the audience laugh; BK turns his head, and moves his arms around, trying to find him opponent. Predator starts to look much more confident; as BK starts to walk around, he easily evades him every time, and makes the fans laugh again by imitating John Cena’s “You can’t seeeee meee” gesture right in front of BK’s nose. The rapid movement of air on BK’s Face, however, tips him off, and he manages to grab his opponent at last; the pair grapple, and BK surprises everyone by pulling off a suplex. Predator lands hard, and BK instinctively goes for the cover – but of course he can’t tell where Predator has landed, and has to grope around on the mat until he locates him. By the time he does so, Predator is well recovered, and the count barely reaches 1. Even so, BK holds on to Predator as the two men get to their feet; Predator attempts to break away, but BK hangs on, and uses a sort of bear hug, compressing his opponent’s chest. Predator has to work hard to elbow his way free, and even as he gets away, the fans are amused at how well BK is doing considering his handicap. BK even smirks a little, and taunts Predator… or rather, he ends up taunting one of the turnbuckles, as Predator has moved out of reach again to reconsider his strategy.
The crowd is enjoying the match, and they giggle again as Predator stands behind BK, and imitates his body language and gestures. Sensing that his opponent is near, BK whirls around and makes a rash charge, but Predator sidesteps, and BK thunders diagonally across the ring, crashing into the opposite turnbuckle. Sniggering, Predator moves as quietly as he can, and as BK staggers out of the corner, Predator taps him very lightly on the shoulder. BK jumps and spins around; Predator turns with him, and as BK clutches at thin air, Predator taps him again. BK pivots, this time with an arm outstretched, and Predator has to duck and roll to avoid it. He pops up behind BK and repeats the tap, and by now BK is whirling like a top; this time as he tries to strike his foe, dizziness takes effect and he ends up weaving around the ring almost as if he were drunk. Only now does Predator make his play; he closes in on BK and lifts him into a powerbomb, holding him for the cover, 1…2- BK kicks out, and Predator curses under his breath. He scrambles back to his feet, quickly breaking the crucial link between BK and himself, but BK is learning that there are other senses that he can use to compensate for his lack of vision. Springing back to his feet, he hears Predator’s boots moving away, and runs in that direction, his arms held up to protect him should he hit the turnbuckles again; Predator is a little freaked out by this, and only just avoids being struck. He still has a major advantage, however, and as BK keeps following the sounds and vibrations of Predator’s movement, he runs right into a standing dropkick from his foe. Predator tries to build on this by pulling BK up and going for the Simba Slam, but BK resists and pushes against his opponent, driving him across the ring. Unaware of where the ropes are, BK doesn’t slow down on the approach, and as the pair struggle, BK ends up shoving them both though the gap so that they tumble in an untidy heap on to the outside mats.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 20, 2005 16:21:09 GMT -5
As they both get up, Predator realizes that things are even more difficult for BK here than they were in the ring; the proximity of the crowd means that their shouting muffles any sound made by Predator, and the floor does not have the same vibrational qualities as the sprung ring surface. Predator goes for broke, and starts to batter BK with a flurry of punches; BK is unable to block them properly, and only manages to buy himself a little time by whipping Predator away from him. By chance, Predator is sent into the steel steps, disassembling them; BK however is disorientated and holds out his hands, trying to get a feel for what’s in front of him. Much to the fans’ amusement, BK manages to place his paws on top of a pretty woman’s chest; the laughter only increases as BK explores the “terrain” and starts to grin as he works it out. The woman, however, looks far from happy, and tries to push BK away; Predator, meanwhile, staggers back to his feet, and hearing the referee’s count at 7 realizes that he’s got to get BK back in the ring if he wants to get the pin and claim the title. Predator pulls BK away from the upset lady, and bundles him through the ropes; he drags him to the centre of the ring, and with the crowd roaring him on, he locks in the Predator crossface. BK’s in dire straights now; he’s nowhere near the ropes and has no idea which way to try and go to reach them. The referee asks BK if he gives up; however, on the outside, there is a commotion coming from the audience. The woman that BK has groped is no longer alone; her powerfully built partner has returned from picking up snacks, and as the distressed lady tells him what happened, the man’s face becomes like thunder. Security aren’t fast enough to stop him scaling the barrier, and as the referee sees the intruder get up on the apron, he rushes over and tries to prevent the man from entering the ring.
The sound of the argument carries over to Predator and BK; BK pretends to be trying to claw Predator off of him, but instead raises the corner of the blindfold just a fraction. The second he sees that the referee’s back is turned, BK wrenches himself free of Predator’s grasp, jumps up and pulls the blindfold off; Predator barely has time to register what’s going on before BK nails him with a huge Shades of Michaels. The crowd boos, practically baying for blood as Predator hits the mat; BK drops into the cover and pulls the blindfold back on in perfect heel fashion as security at last succeed in removing the protesting man from ringside. The referee, oblivious to the torrent of fury coming from the fans, drops and makes the count, and Predator is too groggy to respond as the referee gives the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner, and STILL ACW International Champion…. BK London!
”Diamonds hits, and BK slides out of the ring before Predator recovers sufficiently to take revenge. He smirks at his own sneak tactics and tosses the blindfold away into the crowd before strutting out of the arena; Predator practically throws a temper tantrum on the mat as he realizes that he’s been screwed out of the title.
BK has got one up on Kudo this time… but what else does the Entertainment Champion have planned?
Will the combined forces of Valmont and the Untouchables be too much for even the legendary Macho Man to overcome?
And are we going to get sued by the WWE for illegal character use?
There’s just one show to go before Samhain… you know it’s going to be explosive.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by scrawn on Oct 20, 2005 16:24:31 GMT -5
Untouchables > all.
Great show.
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Post by keenan on Oct 20, 2005 16:25:04 GMT -5
BLARRRRRGH! I....WANT...A...TITLE!
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Oct 20, 2005 16:26:19 GMT -5
Great show
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Post by BK London on Oct 20, 2005 16:26:26 GMT -5
Great Show. I especially loved BK vs Predator. Great stuff AK.
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Post by hunter on Oct 20, 2005 16:28:11 GMT -5
Awesome show! And once again I owned Edge.
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Post by Karate Master Kudo on Oct 20, 2005 16:28:31 GMT -5
A great read.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 20, 2005 16:33:47 GMT -5
Awesome show even though a little short but still a good show
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