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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:39:31 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 8th December 2005
ACW Tour: Taipei, Taiwan
Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------
RedsOnlyFan vs. The Masked Gunman
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Vladimir & Partner vs. The Capitalists
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Rawt vs. Tornado
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The Spanish Boyz vs. The Santanas
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Daredevil vs. Scott Andrews
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Jonny Spade vs. Kudo
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ACW Light Heavyweight Title Match Bre Double T vs. Mystery Opponent
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Un-Sanctioned Street Fight RDK vs. Santiago Rivera
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:40:56 GMT -5
Taiwan is a small but proud country; its people remain strong despite the constant threat from China, which refuses to recognize their independence. ACW’s decision to hold a show here has probably put paid to any chance of a similar event on Chinese soil for quite some time… so it is with extra gratitude and fire that the Taiwanese fans applaud and cheer as the show starts, waving the banners in the manner of fans the world over.
By the announce desks, Philip can be seen preparing for his night’s work; alongside him we get a rare glimpse of the local translator, who though unseen and unheard on the international broadcast will keep the fans in the arena abreast of all the important developments.
The alphatron gears up, and there is a small pop from the fans as the first segment of the night begins….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:42:10 GMT -5
Segment: Disputed Ownership (Credit: Rawt) "Doo da Boom Boom Boom, bood a bood booda boom! Da Da BOOM BOOM BOOM! Bood a bood booda boom! Da Da BOOM BOOM BOOM, booda bood booda boom!! BOOM BOOM BOOM!"
"Steve walks warily down the street, With the brim pulled way down low! Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, Machine guns ready to go! Are you ready, hey! Are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip, HEY! To the sound of the beat, YEEEEAH!"
ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!
*BANG*
*BOOM*
*BAM* ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!
*BANG*
*BOOM*
*BAM* ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!
*BANG*
*BOOM*
*BAM* The sounds and spectacles of fireworks nearly ripping through the arena amaze the crowd as Rawt, The ACW Junior Champion, comes down the ramp of the arena, snapping his fingers to the sound of the beat. His theme song continues to play as his fiance and manager Gelale follows close behind him. The junior title sits fine around his waist. The crowd give him a mixed reaction, mainly due to his entrance. He gets into the ring and then lowers the ropes so his fiance can enter. He then takes her hand and a mic from one of the workers on the outside. He twirls Gelale around and does a little dance before his music dies down. He then lets go of her and takes off his title. He raises it to the crowd.Rawt: Do you see what THIS is? The crowd cheersRawt: Correct, it is the ACW Junior Championship. Tornado, however, thinks it is his! The fool! I had to work HARD to win this championship! I was in the army! I know that it takes hard work to achieve what you desire! Tornado, you need to think OUTSIDE the box! I will not allow this 20 minute iron man bullshit to let you think that you will win! You are forgetting that I am the champion! I have decimated opponent after opponent! You were lucky to get the disqualification victory last week, but hey, if that was what I had to do in order to retain MY championship, then so be it! And with Gelale at my side, things are NOT going to change. Rawt looks at Gelale, and they share a passionate kiss before Rawt looks back upRawt: You look at a man who will defy the odds at the pay per view, Winter Discontent! You look at a man, who is a lover, a charmer...a champion...Tornado if you beat me tonight, that is not an issue. I will still be champion, and you.....you will be nothing...Daredevil fodder...but nothing..... Rawt then throws his mic down and goes to the back with Gelale to "Another One Bites The Dust". He has one thing on his mind, The Junior Championship. He shows his love for it as he kisses it on his way up the stage, receiving boos from the crowd.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:43:20 GMT -5
Match 1: RedsOnlyFan vs. The Masked Gunman
The first match of the night is a strange one; it features a competitor completely unknown to the ACW fans, and about whom nothing has been revealed save his name. Philip gets a pop as he enters the ring.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our first contest tonight is a singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Columbus Ohio… TheOnlyRedsFan!
”Reptile” plays, and the crowd gives Red the warm welcome traditionally associated with the first wrestler of the evening. He jogs to the ring, and gets up on the ropes to hail the crowd before returning to the centre. As he does this, Philip checks his notes.
Philip: And his opponent, form parts unknown, making his ACW debut… the masked gunman!
The fans wait, and presently a man dressed in black with a black face mask comes out; there is no music or pyro for his entrance. He walks to the ring, and the fans are fairly quiet; they aren’t sure how to react. As the man enters the ring, Red offers him his hand; the masked man looks at it, but does not accept the handshake. He says nothing, and the fans and Red are puzzled… but Red at least has no time to dwell on this. The referee is ready to start the match.
Bell rings.
Red is understandably cautious as the match begins; he knows absolutely nothing about the man facing him across the ring, and so he moves toward him tentatively. The pair lock up, and are evenly matched in terms of strength; Red breaks the deadlock with a swift kick to the gut and DDT. He makes a pin more out of habit than expectation, and gets just short of a 2 count; the masked man gets back on his feet, and beckons Red forward, still without saying a word. Red moves forward more quickly this time, and speeds up to go for a clothesline; the masked man ducks, and catches on to Red, lifting him into a german suplex. The masked man pins, and gets a 2, but Red’s kickout is strong, and the crowd cheers as Red nips back on to his feet, and whips the masked man away. The masked man hits the ropes and comes back at considerable speed, but Red is getting into the swing of things now, and deftly uses an armdrag to bring down his opponent. Red moves fast, and tries to get the masked man into a Boston Crab, but the masked man fights back and won’t let the hold be locked in, finally clawing his way to the nearby rope to force the break. Red, however, won’t give up, and pulls the masked man back to the centre of the ring; he drops and applies a crossface hold, and the referee asks if his opponent submits. The silent stranger shakes his head, and despite the pain does not give any audible sign of distress; he struggles until Red has to let go, and his mute nature only makes the fans even more confused.
Both men get on their feet, and some more mixed blows are exchanged; the masked man increases his attack, and pushes Red back to the ropes where he holds the top rope on either side of his opponent and repeatedly drives his shoulder into him. Red though won’t put up with this for long, and shoves him back to make space for him to execute his Mysterio style body scissors-to-ace crusher combination. The crowd loves it, and hangs on the edge of their seats as Red pins, 1,2 – the masked man kicks, and rolls out from underneath Red, getting up swiftly. He kicks Red in the chest and then lifts him up in the air for a strong powerbomb; the crowd is surprised by the energy of this, and Red does well to kick out at 2.5. The crowd, who had always expected a simple victory for Red, now aren’t so sure of themselves; but they keep cheering for the up and coming superstar, and Red understands that he needs to bring this match to a conclusion without further delay. His next few strikes are precise and powerful, and a lunging kick sends the masked man to the mat; Red applies his Texas cloverleaf, determined both to win and to extract some sort of response from his foe. The referee monitors the situation carefully, but the masked man just stares, apparently into space, and makes no sound at all. Red holds the move for almost a minute, and then suddenly releases it; this surprises the audience, but more importantly it also surprises the masked man. Red collects his opponent, and nails the Death Wish; the impact is huge, and Red makes a straightforward pin to get the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner… TheOnlyRedsFan!
The crowd whoops and cheers, pleased with this opening match. Red accepts their adulation, but can’t completely take his eyes off his opponent; the masked man gets up and leaves as silently as he came. He almost seems satisfied, as if things went exactly as he planned… the crowd and Red can only wonder what his identity and motives are, as the show takes a quick break for a PPV trailer.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:44:43 GMT -5
Segment: Build-Up Aplenty (Credit: Hunter)
The scene opens in the Senatorial Locker Room yet again, where this time we come face to face with Hunter. He grins at the camera, then slowly turns around and faces his comrades, the Capitalists. He sits down in a chair in front of them and addresses the two for no apparent reason, considering they don't need a warm-up speech for their match later tonight.
Hunter: Wow...we're almost a week away from Winter Discontent.
Kalb: Time flies when you're being awesome.
Fitsharris: Indeed.
Hunter: This is only going to be my third World Title opportunity. Will I make the most of it? Will I actually win?
Fitsharris: Well RDK is a difficult opponent. He's beaten you twice.
Hunter: But at the same time, I've beaten him once. And I know that if I put my heart into it, I can defeat him. Again, I've done it before.
Kalb: But at the same time, he was a little weakened from his match at Bloody Valentine. You shouldn't underestimate him, Hunter.
Hunter: I never underestimate my opponents, Kalb. You know that. But at the same time, I usually have a profound sense of cockiness. But now...nothing. I have almost no self-confidence.
Fitsharris: Why not?
Hunter: He's just too damn good!
Kalb: Hunter, come on, you're overreacting.
Hunter: Yeah, maybe.
Fitsharris: Look, you don't have a match tonight. Just grab your stuff and go back to the hotel room. Sleep on it. You might just be having an off day.
Hunter: Will you fill me in on what happens tonight?
Kalb: Yeah, sure. You still want us to follow through with the plan?
Hunter: Yeah. It might give me back some confidence.
Fitsharris: You're not yourself, man.
Hunter rises and is clearly staring a hole into Fitsharris' forehead.
Hunter: Never say that to me again. Ever.
Fitsharris slowly nods and Hunter turns away from him. He walks over to his own private room attached to the locker room and opens the door. He walks in and puts in his combination to his locker, then slowly opens it. Almost as if expected, a large pile of papers flies out and falls down on Hunter, almost flattening him. Hunter looks down at the papers and reads them aloud.
Hunter: "Boiler Room." Heh...my ass.
He grabs his stuff and looks down at the notes. He spits on the floor and walks out, then looks directly at Kalb.
Hunter: Get a broom. There's an annoying mess in my room.
He smirks once again, opens the door, and walks away. Perhaps his nerves are getting the best of him. Perhaps that is why he pays no attention to the notes clearly left by his adversary. And yet he does not care. Has he given up all hope? No, he can never do that. But tonight, he does indeed need to sleep on it. Another time, perhaps, he will find out what he needs to know. And why does he need to know? Because...
...the truth will set you free.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:45:51 GMT -5
Match 2: Vladimir & Partner vs. The Capitalists (Credit: Tornado)
Philip climbs into the ring holding his mic to announce the upcoming match. Refusing to be forced to yell above the crowd noise Philip waits until the noise drops to a suitable level before raising the mic to his lips.
Philip: The next match is a tag team matchup and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Siberia, Russia…at a combined weight of 460 lbs…Vladimir and, making his ACW debut, Mikhail Rasputin.
The arena lights dim and turn an eerie red colour as the ‘Red Army Choir’ blares out of the speakers. Vladimir and Mikhail walk proudly out; each man is holding a flag of the former Soviet Union. They stop at the top of the ramp, lifting the flags high and waving them, as loud boos echo around the arena. The two men walk slowly, cockily down to the ring. Vladimir walks around the ring to the furthest set of steps as his uncle takes the near steps. Both men climb up and into the ring simultaneously before standing in the centre of the ring, holding the flags aloft. They plant the flags in the neutral ring posts and stand in the centre of the ring, waiting for their opponents.
Philip: And introducing their opponents…from Texas, USA…at a combined weight of 440 lbs…The Capitalists, Kevin Fitsharris and Anthony Kalb.
’Born in the USA’ hits and The Capitalists walk out to a small pop from the crowd, who have decided to side with the U.S.A in their match against the Soviet Union. The Capitalists seem taken aback by the cheering as they have come to expect boos. Fitsharris and Kalb exchange glances and shrug before making their way down to the ring. Both men pull themselves onto the apron and climb through the ropes. They climb onto the neutral turnbuckles and they pull out the Soviet flags placed there by Vlad and Mikhail and toss them out of the ring.
Vlad in particular gives the Cpaitalists an acid glance. He catches a microphone as he stands in the ring, with Mikhail standing behind him.
Vlad: Now as you all figured out by now, tonight's match will not be a Soviet Union vs. The World match. The Capitalists are simply no match for the awesome might that stands before them. I am almost embarrassed for the Americans, having such pitiful representation. Ah well, maybe next week will prove to be more fruitful.
This prompts the Rasputins to attack the disrespectful, capitalist pigs, catching The Capitalists off guard with repeated blows to the back. The referee struggles to break up the brawling, sending each team to their respective corners. Mikhail and Fitsharris climb onto the apron as Vlad and Kalb square up in the ring.
Bell Rings.
Vlad strikes early, hitting Kalb with the Cold Snap, knocking him to the ground. With Kalb on the floor Vlad takes the opportunity to literally ‘put the boot in’ with repeated vicious kicks to the ribs of his opponent. Vlad spins around and hits an unexpecting Fitsharris with a flurry of punches to his head which knock him to the floor. The crowd boo the cheap shot prompting Vlad to taunt them. While Vlad is taunting the crowd Kalb pulls himself to his feet and attacks him from behind, clubbing him repeatedly to the neck before hitting a swinging neckbreaker. Kalb misses his opportunity to get on top by taking a breather and allowing Vlad to get to his feet. Vlad whips Kalb into his corner and Mikhail takes this opportunity to choke Kalb until the ref threatens to disqualify him. Vlad glares at his uncle, clearly disapproving of his tactics, as he makes the tag.
Mikhail and Kalb trade blows in the centre of the ring but Kalb appears to have underestimated the power of the Russian veteran as he gets driven back before being floored by the European Uppercut. Mikhail drags Kalb to his feet and sets him up for a vertical suplex; however, Kalb resists, instead hitting a hanging vertical suplex, much to the chagrin of the on looking Vladimir who begins to stamp on the apron in an attempt to motivate his uncle. Kalb makes the tag to Fitsharris who promptly climbs the turnbuckle going for the top rope leg drop.
He doesn’t full connect with the leg drop but his boot manages to make contact with the face of Mikhail, causing the veteran to howl in pain. Surprisingly though, Mikhail is the first to his feet giving him time to catapult off the ropes and hit a football style kick to the face of the sitting Fitsharris. Concerned for his partner, Kalb jumps into the ring but this plan works against him as the ref blocks his path and Vlad is able to enter the ring for the double team.
Vlad and Mikhail rein punches down on Fitsharris before hitting a double suplex followed by Vlad slipping back out of the ring, leaving the ref completely unaware of what just happened. With his opponent on the already in trouble Mikhail locks in the dragon sleeper in an attempt to drain the energy out of Fitsharris. Mikhail keeps the hold locked in for 10 seconds as Fitsharris visually fades; the hold is only broken when Kalb interferes. With Fitsharris still on the floor Mikhail makes the tag to Vlad.
Vlad enters the ring and instantly catapults off the ropes as Fitsharris sits up. Within a matter of seconds he is back down courtesy of the impact from Vlad’s Capitalist Crusher. Vlad covers…
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...the pin is broken by Kalb who appears to be increasingly desperate for his partner to make the tag but there is little he can do as the ref ushers him out of the ring and Vlad drags Fitsharris to his feet only to hit him with Red Revolution. The power of the move causes the audience to collectively wince in pain as Vlad covers again…
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...for a second time Kalb breaks the pin on the verge of the 3 count provoking Vlad to retaliate, he drives Kalb back into his own corner with a flurry of martial arts punches and kicks. Seeing that the ref is distracted with Val and Kalb, Mikhail climbs into the ring and hits Fitsharris with a barrage of kicks to the ribs. It is only when Vlad appears to be letting up on Kalb that Mikhail gets back onto the apron.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:47:22 GMT -5
Vlad walks back across to Fitsharris, who is on the ground clutching his ribs. Vlad glares at Mikhail who simply shrugs back. Vlad pulls Fitsharris to his feet and sets him up for The Siberian Express. Fitsharris instantly realises that he is in an extremely precarious situation and begins to frantically throw punches to Vlad. Luckily for him the tactic works and he is able to avoid a certain loss. Fitsharris manages to muster the strength to get to Kalb to make the tag before flopping into the corner out of sheer exhaustion. He remains here for a couple of seconds, as Kalb hits Vlad with a huge clothesline before hitting Mikhail with a cheap shot, then drags himself to his feet and climbs back out onto the apron.
Back in the centre of the ring, Vlad is up but is unable to shake the effects of that huge clothesline as Kalb repeatedly bounces his fist off his head. After 10 punches or so Kalb hits a dazed Vlad with ‘The Best Toe Hold in the Business’, draping him across the bottom rope. Kalb follows up with a running lariat and makes the cover…
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...the ref doesn’t even get to the 2-count before Mikhail breaks the pin and Kalb curses himself for being stupid enough to try to pin so close to the Rasputin corner. He attempts to lift Vlad to his feet but is shoved backwards as Vlad resists. Back on his feet again Vlad wastes no time going to work on Kalb, hitting the Lungblower. Kalb ends up face down on the canvas and Vlad grins as he elevates Kalb’s arms. He looks up and yells “Greetings from Moscow!” as he brings down his foot with great force, smashing Kalb’s face into the mat. He covers…
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...the count is broken within a whisker of the 3 count by a still-tired Fitsharris. Vlad grins, sensing victory, as he tags in Mikhail before going for Fitsharris. Vlad keeps Fitsharris busy on the outside as Mikhail locks in the Soviet Stretch. It is a matter of seconds before Kalb submits to the pain and taps out.
Philip: And your winners…Vladimir and Mikhail Rasputin!
A chorus of boos builds up as Vlad and Mikhail raise their flags in the air, waving them in a victory celebration before walking up the ramp leaving The Capitalists lying in the ring (or outside of the ring in Kevin Fitsharris’ case.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:48:20 GMT -5
Match 3: Rawt vs. Tornado (Credit: Jonny)
A taster of WD, next; there’s no title on the line tonight, but both men are looking for an advantage to take to the PPV.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring he is weighing in at 300 pounds from Berlin Germany…Rawt “The Crippler” ROSS!
Rawt makes his way down to the ring as “Another one bites the dust” by Queen plays on the P.A. system. Gelale accompanies him down to the ring she stays at ringside as Rawt makes his way into the ring.
Phillip: And his opponent… making his way to the ring he is weighing in at 220 lbs from Manchester UK……TORNADO!
All the lights go out in the area as 40 Oz by D12 starts to play. After about 10 seconds there is an explosion and all lights come back on and Tornado appears on the stage and then sprints down to the ring and slides into the ring.
Bell Rings.
Rawt takes the initiative to start the match and he stomps away at Tornado, not giving him anytime to even stand up as he slides into the ring. It takes him sometime to get to his feet and he needs to use the ropes to get up. However once he does get to his feet, he makes a big comeback against Rawt and throws lefts and rights at him making him have to defend his head and his ribs. Tornado pushes him back against the ropes behind him and whips him across the ring. On the return Tornado meets him half way and sticks up a knee and knees him to the gut. Tornado runs back against the ropes and attempts to go for the Scissors Kick to Rawt but Rawt is able to back away just in the nick of time, he spins Tornado around and goes for an inside cradle pin. The ref gets down and goes for a count.
One… …. Two… … Thr…. …. Tornado gets a shoulder up.
Rawt moves back to the other side of the ring and Tornado looks up to him and he sees Rawt put to fingers close together symbolizing how close he was to getting the pin on Tornado. Tornado, now getting pissed from how close he was from losing his match with Rawt, from his knees leaps across the ring and delivers a spear to Rawt taking him down to the mat. Tornado now takes the right leg in his hands and pulls him to the center of the ring. He then goes to apply the Half Boston Crab to Rawt, Rawt then starts to squirm and yell in pain. He tries to reach for the ropes but every time he gets close Tornado is able to pull him back to the center of the ring.
Just as it seems that he is about to tap out Gelale hops up onto the apron and start to distract the referee, the ref goes to tell the Gelale to get off the apron and at that time Rawt can be seen tapping out in the center of the ring. Tornado can feel the vibrations on the mat that he is tapping and looks to see where the ref is at. He sees that he is distracted with Gelale and he breaks the hold and walks over to Gelale and starts yelling at her to get down.
What he doesn’t know is that Rawt has gotten up and started walking around the ring to try to shake off the pain as much as he can. He charges at Tornado and Gelale jumps down off the apron. Tornado turns around and falls down to the mat and as he does so he pulls down the top rope with him and Rawt flips over it and falls down to the bottom. Tornado stands up again and looks and sees Rawt on the ground and Gelale is there too checking up on him and making sure that he is alright and helps him up to his feet. Tornado steps out of the ring and onto the apron he looks back and then jumps onto the middle rope and performs a springboard moonsault which lands on him but a loud crash is heard as both men collide together. Tornado stands up soon after connecting, dazed a little and once he walks away its clear what that crash sound was….. Rawt has stood a little too close to the timekeeper’s corner, and the impact has pitched him backward on to one of the empty chairs. It lies crushed beneath the upper part of his body.
Tornado looks at what happened and laughs as he rolls into the ring and then the ref starts his 10 count.
One…. … Two…. … Three…. … Four…. … Five…. … Six…. … Seven…. … Eight…. … Nine…. … TEN!!
The Ref then goes to the timekeeper and tells him to ring the bell.
Phillip: Here is your winner…Tornado
40 Oz by D12 starts up and Tornado celebrates in the ring as the ref goes to check on Rawt to make sure he is alright. Once Tornado finishes celebrating he hopes out of the ring and goes up the rampway walking backwards and looking at Rawt still. Once he goes backstage the ref helps up Rawt and helps him backstage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:49:44 GMT -5
Segment: ‘Awakening’ (Credit: Kudo)
The ACW camera focuses in on a round table. It pans out and around to reveal each member of the Armada seated comfortably, with Kudo being shown last, ready to speak.
Kudo: I’m glad everyone could make it. You know, I’ve called this meeting because I’ve almost felt like I’ve been neglecting my duties to the Armada recently. Hell, we all have in a way.
FSX: Lies.
Kudo: When I started this thing, there was one thing on my mind, and that was to recreate the dream of R-3 and let the light heavyweights and under appreciated stars to shine in this business.
Bre lifts up a can of beer and says “WOOO! You got that right”
Kudo: We’ve all been caught up in our own things recently, Jearus, working out personal issues and getting into better shape for his return, Bre devoting himself to cutting weight and with his recent acquisition of the Light Heavyweight championship belt. FSX: Hmph.
Kudo: And Fallen Souls, with his active participation in helping to bring together the Senatorial Stable and the Armada to combat the Untouchables.
Jearus: Not to combat them, to crush them.
Kudo: Of course, that’s absolutely right Jearus. We’ve shown it to the world that we can take their best and come up on top with the our recent victories with our KYSPBA allies.
Bre: And don’t forget tonight when you beat the crap out of Jonny Spade.
Kudo: Right, that is no question. But more importantly, we can’t forget where we came from…why we all joined together and started this whole thing. R-3 is gaining popularity worldwide now, but we’ve still failed to execute it to the best of our ability.
Bre: Speak for yourself, I’m already up to Respect with this baby right here.
Bre pats the seemingly inseparable LHW belt in front of him.
Kudo: Bre, you know I respect the hell out of you, you know the Armada respects the hell out of you. Hell everyone backstage respects us, but our goal is to make everyone out there (pointing to a TV) respect the hell out of us.
Kudo points to the TV in the room, where separate cameras pan across the Taiwanese audience and shows their excited faces
Jearus, FSX and Bre all nod in agreement.
Kudo: Now I know none of you want to or need to hear another pep talk from me, but I will say this. I’m renewing my stand with R-3. After this World Tour ends and ACW is off until the new year, I’m going to be backtracking around the world, working to build a more effective arsenal and gain some foreign experience. Rebirth, if you will…
Again, the rest of the Armada nod in acknowledgment.
Kudo: So I just wanted to let you guys know the situation and feel free to relay it back to the Senatorial Stable, but my concern is about the Armada. Hopefully I’ve rekindled some fire and motivation to get back into the mix. I’m sure when we’re all together again, we’ll meet one another as reborn performers, stronger and smarter, ready to implement the rest of R-3.
Until then.
Kudo takes his leave out the door but not before Jearus, FSX and Bre start their own mini applause at the completion of the speech.
FSX: Why does he always leave in such a serious mood?
Jearus: That’s just how he is…and he’s right you know.
Bre: Yeah, but right now my awakening is right here --
Bre chugs the rest of his beer as FSX and Jearus begin to raid Bre’s alcohol cooler behind his back.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:50:55 GMT -5
Match 4: The Spanish Boyz vs. The Santanas (Credit: Latino)
It’s been a long wait… but one of the GFWWE Original teams is about to make a comeback. The fans fall silent quickly as Philip enters the ring.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentleman this next match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! Introducing first Felix Santana Jr. and Sr….The Santanas!
La Gasolina by Daddy Yankee starts to play as the father and son duo come out through the curtains. The fans give out a big pop for the stars as the slap hands with many fans in the front row. Felix Jr. jumps onto the apron and then leaps over the ropes as his father is not far behind him, walking up the steps. The Santanas climbs their respective turnbuckles and raises their arms to the fans. After a few seconds of playing off to the crowd the duo jumps down waiting for their opponents.
Phillip: ….And their opponents….Latino and Quimby….The Spanish Boyz!
The fans get silent and everyone’s direction is now towards the entrance as they wait anxiously for something that has been over a year in the making. Slowly over the speakers the slow beats of Chavo Guerrero’s WCW Theme starts to play. The cameras cut to many fans hold up signs that say “Spanish Boyz Return!” and “Spanish Boyz = Tag Team Champs” The fans pop big as the cameras quickly cut back to the entrance as a lowrider comes driving out of the side entrance. The lowrider is split in half by a design with the Puerto Rican and Cuban flags. The camera drives into the entranceway and suddenly starts bouncing up as the car shows off its hydraulics. As it stops both doors open up as Latino and Quimby spring out with enough energy to power a dam. They both slide inside the ring and spring back onto the feet. Latino slaps his chest as Quimby raises an arm and gives out a “Viva La Raza!”
The Bell Rings.
The match starts out with Quimby and Felix Jr. in the ring. The fans are already chanting loudly “Spanish Boyz! Spanish Boyz! Spanish Boyz!” Quimby looks around and then gives Santana a smirk as if to say, “It’s not my fault” The two then lock up after a few more seconds of the chanting and are now fighting for control. Quimby whips Santana Sr. into the ropes and then is knocked with a textbook dropkick by Quimby. He rolls to the side and is on his feet in seconds as Santana Sr. slowly gets back to his feet. Quimby runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes. As he returns he gives Santana a front dropkick to the face causing a loud SMACK to echo throughout the arena. The arena is now starting to chant “Latino! Latino! Latino!” as he’s on the apron jumping around desperately trying to get back in the ring. Quimby stands up Santana and brings him to the corner as he tags in his partner. Latino jumps over the ropes and the Spanish Boyz deliver a double stalling vertical suplex. Quimby rolls out of the ring and Latino goes for a quick cover. The Referee slides onto the mat and counts….
ONE!
TWO!
The count is broken by Felix Jr. as he kicks Latino into the right temple. The young Santana bounces off the ropes and lands on Latino with a rolling Thunder. He then gets to his feet as the Referee yells at Santana Jr. to go back to his corner. On the opposite side Quimby is slamming the top turnbuckle as he’s yelling at Latino to get back up. The fans are chanting for Latino once again as the elder Santana is back onto his feet and grabs Latino by the hair. He pulls him onto his feet and whips him into the corner a few feet away. Felix charges at Latino with a clothesline but Quimby comes out of the corner with a side attack of his own, protecting his tag team partner. He starts stomping on the Santana’s face as the fans are popping like crazy. Felix Jr. now comes out of the corner and tries to attack Quimby. Latino springs out with a Superkick to the jaw. Felix falls down to the one and Latino pulls him back on his feet. He quickly starts doing a little shuffle and jab combo and is just about to finish off with his lariat but stops. He looks over at his partner and says a few words in Spanish. Quimby gets a smirk and stands up the elder Santana. The Spanish Boyz both grab their respective opponent and simultaneously performs a suplex. Still holding on the duo shims their legs and is back onto the feet as they go for perform another suplex at the same time. Quimby and Latino shimmy back onto their once more and then give one another a quick look and nod. They perform the final slam finishing out the Three Shots. Quimby rolls back out the ring and into his corner as Latino kicks back up onto his feet. He slaps his chest once more as the fans go wild and steps between the ropes onto the apron. He walks to the turnbuckle where Quimby is and climbs it to the top. Latino spreads both arms to the side and just as he’s about to dive off Quimby slaps his back to tag himself in. Latino doesn’t notice as he performs Last Night’s Hangover with expertise. He nails it perfectly and rolls to the sides as he’s about to go for the cover. Before he can do so Quimby comes flying out of the corner with a very high angle Frog Splash nailing on the already beaten Felix Santana Sr. He hooks the leg as Latino watches just inches away as the Referee slaps the mat…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Phillip: Here are you winners…The Spanish Boyz!
Latino is on his knees as he looks over at Quimby with surprised but Quimby just looks back with a smirk on his face. The tag partners get onto their feet as the fans are still screaming on the top of their lungs. Quimby jumps on the turnbuckles as he’s celebrating over their win. Latino just looks at him still with a surprise and then leaves the ring. Quimby jumps down and rolls under the ropes as he follows Latino into the lowrider. Quimby sticks his head out the window as the fans are still chanting “Spanish Boyz! Spanish Boyz! Spanish Boyz!” as the shot fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:51:58 GMT -5
Segment: International Intrigue (Credit: ??)
The scene opens and "Gingerdude's Theme" blares through the speakers, he walks out onto the stage to a mixed reaction from the crowd. But one thing is noticeable about him tonight, on his right shoulder he is holding the International Champion of one BK London, who was reported to have sustained an pectorial injury last weekend. He walks up the steps and then demands Philip run over to the other side of the ring and hold the middle rope down for him. Ginger steps through the ropes with ease and grabs the mic out of Philip's hand before walking to the center of the ring. His music slowly fades out and the crowd murmurs amongst themselves, wondering what is the status of the International Championship.
Ginger: As most of you are probably aware, exactly three weeks ago, the International Champion BK London was the victim of a pectorial injury in his match against Scott Andrews. After the match he was hospitalized and as far as I know, he is watching this moment at home in New York right now. Everyone say hi to BK..
A mixed reaction of boos and cheers emerge from the crowd tonight and Ginger reacts suprisingly to the crowd's reaction toward BK.
Ginger: Damn people, the man has sustained an pectorial injury, an injury that has put him on the shelf for the next two months and all you can do is boo him?
Cheers emerge from the crowd and Ginger looks around and the sold out arena and finally just shrugs his shoulders.
Ginger: Ah well, but let's get down to business tonight. With a serious injury that BK London has, I am 100% positive that he is in no condition to defend this title in the next 60 days. So at this moment, with the power invested in me, I herby--
Just then the titantron shows a huge black limo pulling up in the parking lot. The door of the limo swings open and out comes BK London himself. The crowd is shocked and they continue to boo him, he shuts the door behind him and begins to make his way towards the stage. The camera cuts back into the ring where Ginger's face is puzzled to say the least. Suddenly "Diamonds" by Kanye West hits and the crowd continues to be split about their reaction to BK. He walks down to the ramp with a purpose in mind. He rolls under the bottom rope to enter the ring and gets up before grabbing the mic out of the Chairman's hand.
BK: WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! Stop and rewind. Did you say that I am in no condition to defend my title in 60 days? Who are you to say what condition I am in?
Ginger is about to speak but is abruptly cut off.
BK: Shut up, don't answer that, I have a better question. How the hell did you manage to sneak into my house and take my belt? Does the phrase "breaking and entering" mean nothing to you? I have a mind to sue your ass..
Ginger: Uh wait..maybe we can work something out.
BK: Work something out huh? I've got an idea? How about you work out those gluttoness legs of yours and take you and your peach smuckers looking hair up that ramp. But before you do that--
BK London grabs the International Championship from the shoulder of Ginger and places it on his.
BK: This title is going nowhere. Get it? Got it? Good.
Just then "Survival of the Sickest" blares through the speakers, a very familiar theme to the crowd. Both Ginger and BK stop what they are doing and their heads simultaneously turn towards the entrance way and they witness former ACW Superstar, Daniel Ness make his way out onto the stage. He is met by boos from the crowd and he quickly makes his way into the ring. He walks over to Philip who is on the outside and grabs a mic to speak his mind.
Ness: Now I know what you two are thinking? You are wondering what am I doing here? And what does my presence have to do with this? Well...Mr. Gingerdude sir, I was wondering if I can get my job back in ACW pleeease. I thought the indy circuit would work out for me but it's not, please sir, I just want my job. I'll do anything, I'll fight whoever, just give me my job.
Ginger's look of suprise turns to one of delight. He smiles and then begins to speak.
Ginger: So you want your job back huh? Well I am going to give you your job back. But under ONE condition. If you can defeat your former teacher, BK London for the International Championship this Monday on Warfare, then not only will I give you your job, but a raise.
Ness: All I have to do is beat is Torn Pec McGee? I can do that.
BK: You sure about that?
Ness: I'm definitely sure. BK, you may have taught me the basics in pro wrestling, but I am an All-American, a former NCAA Champion, and with the things I have learned during my little leave of absence from ACW, I am sure that you don't stand a chance.
BK: Well I guess there is only one thing to do now huh?
Ness: And what would that be?
With lightning quick speed BK decks Ness in his face onto the ground, Ness rises up to a vertical position and BK shoves him in the corner before wailing on him with rights and lefts. He whips Ness into the opposite corner and Ness bounces out, only to receive a back body drop. The crowd is going nuts now, the cheering begins to dimish slowly as Gingerdude enters the ring with a chair, oblivious to BK London. Ginger smacks the chair into the upper back of BK and it barely affects him, BK slowly turns around and Ginger looks like a deer caught in the headlights. He begins to back up in the corner and then all of a sudden Ness spins BK around and lands a Jumping Leg Lariat. BK drops to the mat and he clutches his chest in pain before flopping around the ring like a fish out of water. Ginger walks out of the corner and he looks down at BK and then looks up at Ness and smiles. He raises the arm of Daniel Ness in the air as officials rush down to the ring to help out BK. Could this be the picture for next Monday on Warfare where BK London takes on Daniel Ness? We'll have to wait to see...
Fade Out.
OOC: Segment credit goes to BK.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:53:44 GMT -5
Match 5: Daredevil vs. Scott Andrews
With the show just over halfway through, it’s time for a meeting between an established star, and an upcoming one. Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This is a singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, he is the Scarlet Assassin, Scott Andrews!
”Stronghold” by Unearth plays, and Scott walks out, playing to the fans and flipping off the sections of the crowd who are booing him. He strides confidently to the ring, and leans on the ropes looking at the entranceway.
Then, “The Welsh National Anthem remix” bursts into life, and the booing steps up a couple of gears as Daredevil steps through the curtains.
Philip: And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales, he is a member of the Untouchables – Dan “Daredevil” White!
Daredevil divides the crowd even more than Scott; and if anything he’s even less bothered by their reaction. He comes down to the ring, gets in, and faces Scott with a contemptuous smirk; Scott just stares back at him, and the ref completes his checks, and allows the match to start.
Bell Rings.
It’s the Red Dragon vs. the Scarlet Assassin; both men are known for their high confidence, which some might term arrogance, and as such this confrontation is never going to be a low-key affair. Scott and DD meet in the centre of the ring and trade some jarringly strong blows, testing each other out, until DD changes tack and whips Scott toward the ropes. Scott strikes them and rebounds, charging at DD; the collision is forceful, but Scott is just a little quicker than DD anticipates and is able to knock his more experienced foe to the mat. The fans like what they see, and cheer as Scott stomps on his opponent; DD rolls backward on to his feet, looking rather pissed off, and retaliates by whipping Scott again, this time into one of the corners. Scott strikes the turnbuckle hard, and DD adds further injury by dashing in and driving his shoulder into his foe’s back, making Scott gasp as the air is forced out of his lungs. DD gets up on the first rope and starts to punch Scott in the head, with the crowd counting along; he gets to 5, but then Scott finds some extra willpower and lifts DD up off of the ropes, walking forward before completing with a sitout slam and holding DD in place for the pin. The referee counts, 1….2- DD thrashes free, but this does little to lessen the smirk on Scott’s face. He gets up and taunts DD, drawing heat from some of the crowd but support from the anti-Untouchables camp. The Dragon sees red at this, and runs at Scott; Scott goes for a clothesline, but DD ducks under it and reaches the ropes on the other side of the ring. Scott turns a fraction too late, and DD grabs him by the head, delivering a powerful bulldog that makes Scott clutch his face in pain. DD quickly pins, 1…2..- Scott kicks out, and the two men’s eyes meet for just a second. Their gaze is acid, and the crowd watches closely, wondering which of the pair has the superior will to win as the match continues to heat up.
Both Scott and DD have demonstrated the ability in past matches to take one hell of a pasting and still keep going; their stamina comes into play now, as for a good 5 minutes the advantage pivots between them. DD shows off his raw power with the Royal KO (Enziguri) and a beautiful performance of the Equaliser that earns him a 2 count; Scott lives up to his “thrill” moniker by introducing the fans to his half nelson suplex, and using the Heat Seeker (Over Castle) in a springboard variation that has the crowd cheering whatever their general allegiance is. In such a manner the two men chip away at each other’s energy reserves; DD is the first to decide that the match is ready to be taken, and after delivering a standard kick to the gut, he suddenly hooks both of Scott’s arms, which the fans recognize as the precursor to the Shellshock A. Unfortunately for DD, Scott recognizes it as well, and breaks out of the hold, retaliating with a brainbuster suplex and a pin attempt; he gets 2, and a whole lot of anger from DD, who is on his feet in a flash. Scott taps the side of his head in a “I’m smarter than you” taunt; DD takes this as a direction as to where he should hit Scott next, and lands a vicious elbow that makes Scott stagger with dizziness. DD quickly hits the Inside Out, and Scott drops to the mat; DD smirks and pins, 1…2… - Scott gets a shoulder up in the nick of time, and DD looks more than angry now at his foe’s defiance. Determined to leave Scott with a memento of their match, DD lifts him up and carries him to the turnbuckle, placing him into the tree of woe; as Scott hangs, DD measures the run-up for a baseball slide, and the fans relies that this could be an extremely dangerous move… they yell as DD runs in and hits the slide, and somehow Scott finds the energy to pull himself up out of the way with less than a second to spare. DD’s foot crunches into the post, and he yells in pain; Scott flips off of the post awkwardly, and is clearly still dizzy and confused from being in an upside down position. Both struggling with a handicap, the two men launch themselves at one another – Scott grabs DD and swings him into the assassination, but the rotation is too much for his dazed brain to handle and DD slips out of his grasp before Scott can complete the move. As Scott turns in his direction, DD grabs him, and with a huge effort pulls off the Stunt Bomb. He grimaces as his own foot hits the mat, but the move gets the job done; Scott’s kickout comes too late, as the referee gives the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner…. Daredevil!
Daredevil’s theme hits again, and he rolls out of the ring so that Scott can’t take any sort of revenge for his loss; DD smirks as Scott gets up with a face like thunder. The result has not come without a price, though; as DD walks to the back, he’s clearly in some pain from his foot, and Scott regards this thoughtfully; though he’s lost this match, it’s possible that he’ll get his vengeance later, and he smirks and plays up to the crowd as he too makes his way to the back, as the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:55:03 GMT -5
Segment: What Happened? (Credit: Latino)
As the show comes back from commercial Latino is seen sitting down in a chair in the backstage. The look on his face is defenitely not happy as he seems to be replaying the last few moments of his earlier tag match. The camera slowly zooms back inch by inch and starts to show Quimby as he is still pumped up from the opening match and win. Latino looks at him and is trying to find the words of what he wants to say. He is about to say something but Quimby beats him to it.
Quimby: Did you see that win we had back there? Primero…you nailed him with the Last Night’s Hangover and then I came down with the Frog Splash. Entónces….Uno…Dos…Tres. We win man.
Latino: …Yea but I was doing fine. I had the match won.
Quimby: What does it matter? We got the win anyways.
Latino: Yea well what was that about charging in to save me when I was in the corner?
Quimby: What? I’m your partner. I’m there to help you and it sure as hell looked like you needed it.
Latino stands up as he pushes the chair back.
Latino: I was doing just fine in there until he came in then we had a damn brawl. You’re lucky I caught Junior or the son and father would have taken you down.
Quimby: Hey I can take care of myself in that ring. Considering when I was the legal man not only did I handle that old man but I got the win.
Latino (angered tone): Mira cabron-
Quimby: Whoa calmase hermano. It’s not my fault you nearly screwed up in that match.
Latino throws a punch at Quimby and knocks him back a few steps. Quimby lunges at Latino and quickly the two are brawling along the floor. A multitude of ACW Officials come running towards the two as they try to break them up. Latino is the first pulled away as Quimby is brought off the floor. Latino and Quimby try to attack one another but the Officials have a firm grip on both men. Quimby breaks himself free as he starts to break away.
Quimby (walking away): I’ll show you who’s the better one soon! Adios hermano.
* fades to black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:55:45 GMT -5
Match 6: Jonny Spade vs. Kudo (Credit: DD)
Match 6, and superstars from the east and west are set to light the crowd up, as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Firstly, from Toronto, Canada, weighing at 245 lbs…Jonny Spade!
’Bodies’ by Drowning Pool hits and some fans begin to cheer, with others booing as the lights fade. The lights suddenly flash across the arena in a random pattern, as a spotlight notices Jonny walking through the crowd in one part of the arena. He ignores the fans, walking up to the barricade and climbing on top, and jumping to the apron of the ring. He then jumps clean into the ring, which sparks off a huge pyro. The pyro rains down on Jonny, who poses, waiting for his opponent.
Philip: And from Kyoto, Japan, weighing at 200 lbs…he is the ACW Entertainment champion, Kudo Yasuda!
’Poison’ by Takeshi Sorimachi hits and the lights fade, with a random pattern of strobe lights filling the arena. A small pyro explodes and the lights come back on, with the song Poison getting into the beat as Kudo appears on top of the ramp. The Entertainment champion walks down the ring, almost like Tajiri would and he completely ignores the fans as he drops his title in the outside of the ring, sliding in. He jumps up to his feet, and starts warming up as these two get ready to fight.
Bell Rings.
Both Jonny and Kudo know that the pride of their respective stables is on the line as the two slowly circle the ring. Kudo jerks forward; it’s only a fake, but it gives him the psychological edge over Jonny as they continue circling. However in a moment, the circling is broke and a grapple is formed, with Jonny taking advantage with his superior weight. Jonny shoves Kudo backwards, sending him at the ropes and Kudo hits the ropes with high velocity. He returns to the centre of the ring, but manages to confuse Jonny and the Untouchables member is forced to try another grapple hold. Jonny attempts to use his weight again but Kudo sidesteps, and pushes Jonny in the back into the turnbuckle. Kudo leaps forward, but gets an elbow in the temple as a result; Jonny quickly hits back, hitting a Release German Suplex with such force that Kudo actually flips during the release, landing on his chest. Jonny turns around and grabs the legs of Kudo, attempting to lock in the Haas of Pain. Kudo tries to resist, but fails at first to grab the ropes. Jonny creates the angle of Kudo’s back to that almost at 90 degrees, but Kudo manages to grab the ropes before any further damage is done. Jonny casually lifts Kudo to his feet, but perhaps this laziness is the catalyst to Kudo’s recovery, and the Japanese star hits a Spiral Dropkick. He drops to the ground, and locks in a headlock whilst Jonny is lying down on his back. Kudo gives him a couple of knees to the side of the face, letting go and looking a little pleased with himself as he allows Jonny to get back to his feet.
Jonny slowly climbs up to his knees, and turns around to see his worst fear. He notices Kudo, charging at him with full speed; that dreaded knee about to plant him in the face. Fortunately, Jonny has a plan and he leaps up, catching Kudo and ready to land a huge Spinebuster, only for Kudo to hit a DDT at the last moment. He goes to make the cover, but Jonny cunningly rolls out of the ring, to the jeers of the fans. He grabs the ring apron and slowly gets his breath back, but Kudo just grins, running and jumping through the ropes, taking Jonny down with an impressive Headscissors takedown. The fans cheer as Kudo gets back to his feet, and shakes his head furiously. He grabs Spade and lifts him up, dropping him onto the protection barricade. He then lifts Jonny back to his feet and rolls him into the ring before the referee can finish making his count. He goes for the cover but Jonny kicks out of two, and to the few Untouchables fans in the crowd there is a brief sigh of relief. Kudo lifts Jonny back to his feet and hits an Irish Whip that Spade manages to reverse. However he cannot connect the clothesline, with Kudo ducking, and the Japanese wrestler hits a bulldog. He then points to the turnbuckle, and large sections of the crowd cheers as he climbs up, and hits a stomach-crunching Psycho Splash (frog splash). He goes to make the cover, but Jonny again kicks out before three.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2005 16:56:33 GMT -5
Kudo lifts Jonny up but the Canadian manages to fight back with some slow jabs to the ribs. Kudo is forced to let go of Jonny, and Jonny throws him at the ropes, managing to hit that Spinebuster this time round. He climbs the turnbuckle and attempts a top rope leg drop, but Kudo is able to roll out the way, leaving Jonny to helplessly land on his backside, which can severely damage the tailbone. Fortunately for Jonny, that doesn’t happen, but still leaves him in a position to lose. Kudo rolls up to his feet, and goes for the Yin Yang Suplex. However Jonny uses his weight and resists the hold, and Kudo is forced to let go. Kudo attempts an Enziguri instead, but Jonny catches the foot, flipping Kudo spectacularly so he lands on his feet, yet still dazed. Jonny hooks the neck of Kudo and the master of the backbreaker hits the S-Drop 3 (Rock Bottom to backbreaker). Jonny looks cocky as he lifts Kudo up, and lifts him into a Pendulum Backbreaker position. He stalls the move, pointing to the fans as he drops Kudo onto that knee. Kudo lets out a cry of pain as Jonny makes the cover, but Kudo manages to kick out before three. The frustration begins to peer into the match as Jonny picks himself up, and kicks Kudo hard in the stomach. Kudo wheezes in pain, but is helpless as Jonny continues the hard kicks. Jonny hits a second, a third, a forth but as he goes to connect the fifth, Kudo grabs the foot and the fans slowly begin to cheer.
Kudo manages to climb to his feet, still holding that foot of Jonny’s, who is frantically trying to get Kudo off. Kudo spins Jonny around, and kicks him in the gut, following that up with a Brainbuster. The fans go nuts for Kudo’s trademark move, and they start to cheer as Kudo points to the knee, and he waits near the ropes for Jonny to get to his feet. But as he slowly makes his way up, Jonny purposely falls back to the ground, holding his head. The fans begin to boo as Kudo loses his patience, and goes to check out Jonny. But to everyone’s surprise, Jonny grabs Kudo and rolls him into a pinfall: 1……2……kickout by Kudo! Some fans cheer again as Kudo manages to climb to his feet, but is shocked as Jonny nearly removes his head with a clothesline. Jonny lifts the Entertainment champion up and hits a Killswitch, making the cover but Kudo manages to grab the ropes with his feet. This frustrates Jonny even more, who resorts to slamming the mat several times with the palm of his hand. He lifts Kudo up and signals for the end of the match. He lifts Kudo onto his shoulders, and signals for the S-Drop 1 (Canadian Backbreaker into Backbreaker). He has Kudo hitting his shoulder a couple of times, before lifting Kudo down to his knee, completing the move. He makes the cover: 1……2……and quite amazingly, Kudo manages to kick out!
Jonny has had the last straw, and immediately jumps up to complain to the referee. As always, the referee simply holds his hands up, claiming he could do nothing about it but Jonny just shakes his head, clearly pissed off at the referring of the mat. He turns around, and lifts Kudo up, throwing him at the ropes. He goes for a dropkick but Kudo manages to keep hold of the ropes, and Jonny falls to the floor. This allows Kudo to capitalise, and he lifts the groggy Spade up, hitting a surprisingly powerful backdrop. Kudo makes the cover, but Jonny manages to kick out before three. This doesn’t bother Kudo, and in fact a small smile creeps on his face as he picks Spade up from off the floor. He throws Jonny into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a Flashback Elbow. Jonny groggily stumbles out of the turnbuckle, doing the ever-comical sudden fall to the mats. Large sections of the fans cheer as Kudo lifts Jonny up, but the Untouchable member manages to hit a low blow, in such a way that it’s unavoidable to the referee. He also quickly hits a Vertical Suplex, so that suspicions of the move don’t arise on the surface. Spade makes the cover, but suddenly stops before three, letting out a devious smile. He lifts Kudo up, and leaps forward, going for the Silver Spade. However Kudo manages to knee Jonny in the gut before the move can be completed.
Jonny is stuck in the centre of the ring, nursing his stomach and a devious smile appears over the face of Kudo. He leaps, springboarding off the ropes and hits the Yakuza Knee Strike to the cheers of the fans. He makes the cover: 1……2……3!!!
Philip: Here is your winner….Kudo Yasuda!
’Poison’ hits once again and Kudo throws his arms in the air, celebrating his victory. He has his Entertainment title handed over to him by the referee, and Kudo smirks at it, and smirks at Jonny as he holds the belt high in the air. Kudo almost considers whacking Spade with the belt, but decides against it, sliding out the ring and making his exit. However it’s too much for Spade, who first refuses the help of the referee, and then gets up, hitting the Jonormous Slam in frustration as we fade out.
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