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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:19:45 GMT -5
Segment: Analysis and Identity (Credit: Senator)
Maxwell McNally: And here we are, once again...
"Fast" Eddie Edison: And before we can continue with the next match, we gotta go back to the back, to ACW Head Trainer, "Textbook" Tim Dwight's office, where Senator Steve Phillips is said to be going over his plans tonight for his match against the mentally deluded BK London...
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The Senator: So you do really buy that theory? That he actually has somehow absorbed the identity of one of his role models, right down to his in-ring style? I find that hard to believe, myself.
Tim Dwight: Believe it or not, but that does seem to be the case here. Well, I guess it is, but I might have to correct you on one point. Mr. London has perhaps absorbed the in ring style of Kurt Angle, but it's based on BK's own perceptions of Angle's style.
Senator: So the implications of that theory...I can watch recent tapes of Angle, and it shall actually be even more relevant that viewing BK's own matches.
Dwight: Now, while I do recommend that you catch up on studying Angle, do not forget that Mr. London is your true opponent. Even with his strange case of amnesia, and his supposed blank slate, he still seemed to retain a few of his old mannerisms and reflexes in his last match. The moves and the approach are the main differences here. The execution and the physical attributes are still largely the same.
Senator: Great, so really, I have to prepare myself for an amalgamation of two individuals.
Dwight: Yep, that'd be pretty accurate, really. Much like Angle, BK's head and neck are his weak point here, but I would advise against going after that particular weakness unless you do not have any other choice.
Senator: I agree, really. While I have no great love for BK, and I certainly do not feel guilt for his current condition, I do not wish to make it any worse. At this point in my career, getting immersed in a blood feud is not what I am looking to do.
Dwight: Excellent. I do have to admit that such feuds do make money in the short term, but in the long term, they are just too damaging and counter-productive. I've been telling you people this for years, Steve, it's good to hear at least I got through to someone...
Senator: Guess that realization just is something that comes with age. When you know you do not have that much time left in the business, you tend to want to savor those last moments, and make every match something special. I came here to ACW to take on the best competition in the world. I concluded that it would be the most conductive setting to produce special matches. As long as Gingerdude insists on keeping me around, I will oblige him by putting my finest effort into each and every match, just as I intended to do when I first showed up.
Dwight: We wouldn’t expect anything else, really.
Senator: I feel that I might have lost a step, maybe I was never meant to hold major titles, or to headline our showcase pay-per-view. Maybe I never had what it took to be the best in the industry. And I will admit that realizing this was not easy for me by any means.
Dwight: Giving up personal goals never is.
Senator: Who knows, perhaps if I just waited to go into politics, and focused on my pro wrestling career, I could have done something greater, gone to the top. But you know, and here is what separates me today from when I was ready to chuck chairs and throw a fit in your office. I know now that even if I never hold the ACW World Title, or prove myself to be the very best, that does not mean that I can not or have not accomplished great things here. That does not mean that I can not go out there and leave a lasting impression, win, lose, or draw in every match I take part in! That does not mean that what I have done has not mattered in the long run. What are titles, anyway?
Dwight: A strap of leather and gold.
Senator: Correct! What does it mean to hold such a trinket? For someone who participates in setting the budget of the wealthiest nation in the world, it sure does not amount to much, that is for sure! Tonight, I face BK London, a man pegged by many to be the franchise of ACW…did I say something there?
Dwight: Oh yes, oh yes you did…
Senator: Oops, well, you know what I meant, BK is seen by many as the backbone, and the premier face of the company. An accomplished title holder, a man who has quite the list of deeds to his name in ACW. No matter what state of mind he is in, he will be quite difficult to defeat.
Dwight: Don’t sell yourself short, either, though. You did defeat RDK before, and you fought the champ to a standstill. Confidence in moderation is a valuable thing to have, going into a match like this.
Senator: I shall remember that.
Dwight: And also remember, if you are really facing an Angle-ism BK, you should watch out for several standard move strings. Early on, watch the circular movement, European uppercuts, and snap vertical suplexes. The belly to belly overhead and triple rolling German suplexes are going to almost certainly make an appearance later on, too. Late in the match, the half fireman carry slam, and the scissor heel hold ankle lock will be problematic. Protect your leg at all times, Angle is not adverse to going for an early ankle lock. The main problem with his offence is that he rarely will work over the legs before attempting the submission. As far as pinning combinations, an avalanche style Angle Slam is probably the only thing I could see as being potent enough to put you away, and I know that you could counter that in a number of different ways. Finally, he will focus almost exclusively near the end on countering your signatures into his ankle lock. Keep your mind on guard for that, especially when you think you have him finished.
Senator: That sure is one nice analysis of the situation, do not worry, no matter what, I will give Kur…I mean, BK a run for his money, and that, my friend, is nothing…but the truth.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:20:15 GMT -5
Match 7: Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs. Fallen Souls
There may be no title directly on the line in this match, but that hasn’t dented the fans’ enthusiasm one jot. Both competitors have personal pride at stake, and the fans are expecting a thrilling contest as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This is an intergender non-title match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Seoul, South Korea, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable… FallenSouls!
”Eden” by To Destination plays, and the crowd gives FSX an enthusiastic welcome. The X himself jogs to the ring, getting himself and the crowd pumped; he’s got a mountain to climb, but he shows no sign of shirking from the task and hand as he walks around the ring, stretching and flexing his muscles.
Then, “Fly” hits, and the crowd jumps up all over again, straining to get a good look at the entrance way.
Philip: And his opponent, from London, England, she is the current ACW World Champion… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
AK comes out with her title belt over her shoulder, and takes a little time getting to the ring as people press forward to try and touch the gold. FSX waits, patient but storing energy all the while; AK eventually enters the ring and hands over her belt to the referee, who passes it to the outside for safekeeping.
He runs over the rules although FSX and AK could probably recite them by heart, and then gives his signal for the bell.
Bell Rings.
As the tones of the bell fade, FSX appears to be only slightly less hyped up than the crowd all around him; with Ginger’s promise ringing still in his ears, he’s ready to grab the offered opportunity with both hands (and feet, if required). However, Alicia is just as motivated to demolish FSX’s current record against her, and the pair quickly draw near and test one another out with a flurry of swift kicks. In his eagerness to take control of the match FSX tries for a suplex, but AK quickly shifts so that she has a headlock applied and gives FSX a couple of knee strikes before using a rapid DDT conclusion. She makes a cover, getting herself a count of just over 1; FSX isn’t slow getting on his feet and uses a little more caution as he and his opponent trade a few more kicks with one another. This approach pays off; as AK attempts to get closer, FSX whips her into the ropes and then produces a backdrop that sends his foe high into the air before she lands – AK manages to drop on to her feet, but FSX predicts this and hits her with his silence scissor kick while she’s bent over. A pin follows, the referee counts, 1…2- AK kicks out with energy, and rolls back on to her feet with a look that shows she’s enjoying the close contest. FSX isn’t having too bad of a time either; he moves forward confidently and the pair tie up, pushing on one another and each trying to get a firm hold at the other’s belt line. It turns out FSX’s reach is longer than he realizes; instead of finding AK’s waist he locates an area slightly south of that, and the fans laugh as FSX appears to hesitate, realizing that he’s actually fondling his opponent’s rear. FSX immediately lets go, partly because he’s a gentleman and partly because he doesn’t want to deal with an angry Hispanic spouse later; AK, however, has no such qualms and responds by pinching FSX cheekily on both buttocks. FSX jumps in surprise, and AK capitalizes with a facebuster into the mat; she covers as the crowd yells, 1…2- and FSX kicks out.
AK moves as soon as FSX kicks free; she runs to the nearest turnbuckle with the intention of making an aerial attack, but FSX is quickly back up and he rushes after her, getting up on to the turnbuckle himself. The pair trade forarm blows, an area where FSX definitely has the advantage; he manages to make AK slip into a sitting position, and then he makes the crowd roar by grabbing the top rope and holding it while delivering a huge downward dropkick to his foe. AK is sent crashing backward and lands hard; with FSX now perfectly positioned on the top of the post, he sets off a storm of camera flashes by leaping into a gorgeous moonsault. AK isn’t able to get out of the way- but she does draw her knees up, and thus reduces the impact on herself whilst making the landing extremely painful for FSX; he rolls off clutching his chest in pain, and the referee starts a 10 count as both participants slowly recover.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:20:42 GMT -5
AK is the first one to get up, using the apron to assist her. She sees a replay of FSX’s acrobatics, and gets that “I can beat THAT” look in her eyes; she rolls back into the ring, and then measures up the distance visually from the ropes to her opponent. FSX is just starting to rise, and so AK has to act quickly; she jumps on to the ropes, and then executes a springboard corkscrew moonsault of her own, flattening FSX as she connects with him. The crowd starts to stomp and shout enthusiastically, loving the “spot-festival”; with both competitors down, now it’s FSX’s turn to see the replay on the alphatron. His response is immediate; galvanized, he nips back on to his feet and AK finds herself being struck with a barrage of rib kicks, followed by a dropkick that sends AK back-first into one of the barriers. She shakes her head, looking dazed as FSX moves forward and pulls her back to her feet; with the sound of the fans swirling around him FSX continues to dominate, this time with his Rainbow STO. AK is laid out, and FSX rolls himself into the ring to halt his own count at the 8 mark. His opponent shows little sign of movement, and this encourages FSX to put his plan into action; he signals for the Frozen Motion to the outside, and the crowd roars as FSX commits to the move, launching himself skyward. The execution is flawless, except for one small detail; AK has over-sold FSX’s last move, and just manages to roll out of the way as he plunges down. The crowd cries out as FSX hits the unforgiving mats, and is left spasming in pain as AK gathers her strength and her thoughts, and gets back to a standing position.
Conscious of the referee’s count, AK grasps hold of FSX, and holds his arms behind him as she runs him into the corner post of the ring. The crowd winces, and as the camera gets a close-up shot, the picture shows that FSX is now bleeding lightly from a small cut to the scalp. The “spot-contest” has been fun, but now AK puts her mind back on winning the match; she rolls FSX into the ring, and makes a cover once he’s clear of the ropes. The crowd counts it with the referee, 1….2- but FSX thrusts an arm up defiantly, and the fans pop, wanting this match to continue. AK looks surprised and perhaps a little nervous, but she keeps her inner thoughts concealed and instead stands up, pulling FSX with her. She runs with him to the corner, intending to deliver the Fox Flip, but FSX slams on the brakes as they get there and instead manages to break free and bask AK’s own head against the turnbuckle. AK bounces off, looking dizzy, and FSX gets an idea; instead of attacking again, he lets AK stumble backward, and then pretends to lean against the corner post as if he’s just taken a big hit. His ploy works; in her dazed state AK thinks that she’s just hit FSX and runs at him to deliver a shoulder tackle, which lets FSX demonstrate his launch kick with aplomb. The crowd is highly surprised at this, and as AK staggers back holding her shoulder, FSX nails the Soul Digger (German suplex to powerbomb pin). The crowd roars again, is a huge upset on the cards? The count is made, 1…2…- AK kicks out somewhere between the 2.5 and the 3, and with the arena resounding to hundreds of voices shouting and chanting, FSX jumps up on to the nearest turnbuckle. He leaps up for the Defiance of Death, but as his feet leave the corner he remembers his last aerial attempt, and falters on the move to land safely on his feet. He turns in a defensive position, but finds that AK is still down; cursing his lack of faith, FSX dashes back to the corner and this time commits completely to the move. It is of course sod’s law that by this time AK has recovered enough to shift, and FSX takes another hard impact as he lands with no one home.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:21:10 GMT -5
By this point the fans are on the verge of losing it totally; AK pulls herself up, and her heaving chest shows that she’s becoming fatigued. She drags FSX back from the ropes, and without pausing sets him up for the Shockwave, confident that with enough power it should wrap things up. FSX is too dazed to resist for long, and AK nails the move with as much power as she can summon. She makes the pin and hooks FSX’s leg, and watches as the count is made for the 1…..2….thr-
FSX’s arm shoots up, and the fans go mental; AK looks stunned, but quickly hops up and readies for the EMP. FSX’s eyes snap open, and suddenly he too kips straight up to a standing position; AK isn’t expecting this, and in her moment of surprise FSX slips behind her, pulls one arm across her body and over the opposite shoulder, and then sends the crowd berserk with a Tiger Mask IV style Millennium suplex. AK gets her face driven into the mat at incredible speed, and the fans are leaping up and down, expecting a pin – but whatever zone FSX’s brain has entered, that’s not on the agenda. Instead, he traps one of AK’s arms between his legs, bends the other up around her neck and behind her, and then uses his arms to keep her trapped and pressed against his own torso – a perfect rendition of Shingo Takagi’s MANRIKI hold. The fans are almost hoarse from their shouting, and the referee monitors to see if AK is submitting, or losing consciousness; FSX applies all the pressure he can, but AK is refusing to give in, she won’t countenance such an idea and her anger with herself at being unable to end this match before this stage keeps her fighting. FSX is getting equally wound up inside; his muscles are shaking with the sheer effort, and something has to give – and it does when AK makes a final effort to free herself, and succeeds in unbending her arm and smashing FSX with an elbow to the head at close range.
The wound on FSX’s head is greatly worsened by the hit, though this is not a deliberate action on AK’s part; as FSX reels, bleeding and struggling to focus, AK hauls herself to the corner and climbs up, going for the Ground Zero. Her speed has been hampered, though, and FSX somehow finds the strength to come after her; they end up poised on the top turnbuckle, and AK boots FSX in the gut to send him to the mat. FSX wavers… but incredibly manages to grasp the rope and steady himself, and as he stands up he grabs AK and lifts her up as he jumps backward…
It takes all the strength that FSX has left to complete the Soul Harvest; he barely registers landing at all, and collapses into a cover almost by default. His opponent, however, is knocked senseless by the impact, and neither moves as the referee counts the 1……2…..3.
The bell rings, and the fans really do lose it this time, astonished at the shock result.
Philip: Holy cow… I mean, Here is your winner… Fallensouls!
Both competitors lie on the mat for a good few seconds after the bell has rung. Fallen shudders to himself and then slowly sits up, looking around the arena as blood trickles down his forehead. He doesn’t even seem to realize at first what has just happened, but it doesn’t stop everyone in the crowd from cheering at the top of their lungs. Yes, it actually happened. Fallen Souls managed to upset Atomic Kitsune. It appears that FSX is just beginning to fully comprehend the situation, as he gets up, stumbling for a moment, and raises his arm to those who can't help but respect the X. AK is shaking her head as she too finds her feet, trying to work out just how she managed to make such a critical error and let FSX execute his strongest attack, but she has always had great respect for her opponent and has no hesitation in shaking his hand, a motion which X graciously accepts.
The celebration is short-lived however, as the Chairman himself makes his way down the ramp, a mixed look of anger and usual evil on his face.
Ginger: Well, if I hadn't seen it myself I honestly wouldn't believe it...you managed to win.
Fallen grins to himself, knowing that Ginger now has no choice but to give him an ACTUAL shot at the title.
Ginger: It appears you've really earned the title shot I promised you, and I never really was one to back out on a promise…
FSX: So just announce it to the world then! Give me the time and day!
Ginger: Impatient, aren't we? Ah well, I assume you have every right...alright...May 29th, 2006. At Spring into Hell...We will see Fallen Souls receive his title match.
Fallen is ecstatic at the announcement, walking around the ring shaking his head a bit with a wide grin from ear to ear. The crowd isn't quiet itself, as AK/FSX III is bound to be better then any before it; AK, who has kept back while this little exchange is going on, quietly contemplates the heavy schedule that is shaping up before her.
Ginger: ....However...
The reaction of the audience makes a complete 180 as they should of known Ginger would have a back-up plan..
Ginger: I promised you a title match, I never specified WHAT title.
FSX: What?!?
Ginger: You...and a partner of your choice, shall receive a TAG TEAM TITLE SHOT...at Spring into Hell.
With that, the chairman's theme starts once again and he makes his way backstage once again. A distraught FSX is left in the ring, furious for just a moment, before a smirk crosses his face; AK has her hands on her hips, looking pissed at Ginger’s backpedaling although it’s actually of benefit to her, but she sees this and wonders what it can mean as FSX exits the ring, continuing to celebrate as he heads to the back. What could the X have planned? We'll just have to wait and see...as the show goes to a break.
Fade out.
OOC: Ending events credit to FSX.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:22:45 GMT -5
Segment: Ready for Battle (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens, we are now in the presence of one Kevin Anderson. Kevin stands idly by with the microphone in his hand upon cutting to the shot and now he starts to complete what he was sent to do, interview.
Kevin: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Kevin Anderson, ACW's male interviewer and I am standing by with the man of the hour, the one, the only, B-
BK quickly glances at him with a grimace before Kevin can finish his sentence.
Kevin: Oh, excuse me, Kurt Angle!
The shot pulls out to get a better view of BK and he is folding his arms, nodding up and down with that signature Kurt Angle smirk on his face.
Kevin: Now, Mr. Angle, you are known as one of the greatest technical athletes in all of wrestling today...
BK: That is true.
Kevin: But tonight, you go one on one with possibly the greatest technical athlete in all of ACW History, and that man is "The Senator" Steve Philips. How do you think you will fare in this match up that will probably go down as a classic?
BK: There is no doubt in my mind that Senator has established himself as one of the greatest athletes in ACW History. Earlier this week, I actually got a chance to get a hold onto some of Senator's greatest matches and I have to say, he has impressed me. And from those tapes, I shall not take him lightly tonight....but I have to warn him that he shouldn't take me lightly either. Let's not forget I am a...
BK and Kevin: SIX TIME WORLD CHAMPION
BK: ....and a.....
BK and Kevin: OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALIST
BK: See, you know. Senator may have taken on some of the best ACW has to offer, but when it comes down to it, he hasn't faced the best until he has stepped in the ring with the Wrestling Machine, Kurt freakin' Angle!
Kevin: Ah yes, speaking of the best, earlier tonight you got in a little confrontation with The Corpoate Alliance, a confrontation which elevated into a brawl where you were saved by ACW World Champion, Atomic Kitsune. What are your thoughts going into a match against her only 4 days away?
BK: As I have learned from my little match with Bre McKey, these women in ACW are not to be taken lightly. Hands down, ACW has the best female wrestlers I have ever seen, and the fact that she's World Champion of this fed only adds more credibility to her wrestling skills. I must say, that next week Monday in the two out of three falls match I was put in last week by Chairman Gingerdude, will truly be a test for me and my wrestling skills.
Kevin: What areas do you think you have the advantage in?
BK: I've got few advantages of Atomic Kitsune, as she has a few over me, but the main advantage I have over her is the Angle Lock. Once I get a hold of her legs and start torquing it, it's only a matter of seconds before she's submitting to defeat. And who knows? That move may be the key to winning the World Championship...
Kevin: Well it was nice talking to you Mr. Angle.
BK and Kevin shake hands, something never seen in ACW before.
BK: Likewise Mr. Anderson, Likewise. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to prepare for.
BK pops in his mouthpiece and walks off camera as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:23:42 GMT -5
Segment: Strike 3, You're Out (Credit: Dan)
The show is coming close to an end, but not everything that has had to be said has been said yet. Our camera opens up in the medical lab, where the Macho Man RDK is seated on a bed. He looks relaxed, although clearly in substantial pain after what the ‘Welsh Dragon’ Dan White had done to him previously in the night. He is wearing his wrestling attire still, and he starts to smile as the nurse bends over to place something in the bin. He sighs as he leans back, as the nurse turns around and lets out a small smile before giving the diagnosis.
Nurse: Well Mr. Kanyon, it looks like you’re ok to go. But be sure to check in through the week. I might need to uhh…
RDK: Sponge bath me sista?
The nurse blushes, but RDK smiles as he begins to stand up.
RDK: Ah don’t sweat. I know that I can keep my body in ok shape, and I’ll see you around, eh?
He smiles as he exits, leaving the nurse blushing continuously as he opens the door and leaves the room. He turns around, shutting it, and begins to walk down the corridor. He turns the corner, when he sees some sort of grenade lying in the corner. As anyone would, RDK panics, but for someone is unable to run.
RDK: Holy shit….
A thick smog then slowly seeps out of the grenade, filling the hall within seconds. The camera is completely covered with the smoke, and the only sounds we can hear are RDK’s coughing and stumbling around the corridor. Someone then appears to rush passed the camera, and a huge THWACK is made, with someone falling to the floor abruptly. The smoke still lingers around, but the cameraman waves it away and we see the Macho Man lying on the floor, completely away from it all. As the smoke clears away to enable full viewing, we see two parts of a baseball bat, that was just cracked due to the attack on RDK, and a message across one of the sides of the bat:
The Welsh Dragon: Cymru Forever
The camera pans around RDK, catching a glimpse of his face. He’s cut open above the eyebrow, and his face is a crimson mask, making no movement as the camera slowly backs off, and fades to black.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:25:13 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #16 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Okinawa, Japan (Technically)November 1st, 2005 Satoshi Household 1:39 AM
Sarin: Oh my God, we're back.
Yoko: Shh, keep your voice down. Yuki's asleep.
Sarin: Ah, right.
Gingerly, Sarin and Yoko creak the front door open, the screeching hinges thankfully keeping silent for their late arrival. Sarin sighs, stretching cat-like after dropping her small carry-on quietly on the floor below.
Sarin: I'm glad we're home. Tonight was harrowing, simply harrowing.
Yoko: Come on, I know you had fun.
Sarin: Oh alright, a bit of fun. I'm getting used to the idea of being a superheroine. In fact, I just might consider going solo!
Yoko looks up, stunned.
Yoko: You're joking!
She coughs up "joking." Sarin giggles and pinches Yoko's cheek.
Sarin: Of course I am. Let's get our things upstairs. I can't wait to collapse on our bed and drift off.
Yoko: B-but...I wanted to--
Sarin: Hm? Sorry, didn't catch that?
Yoko: Uh, I'm really exhausted too. Let's get moving.
They pick up their bags and start the trek upstairs, taking great pains to make sure the stairs don't creak beneath them.
Sarin: Let's take a quick peak in Yuki's room, just to make sure she's safe.
Yoko: Good idea.
Sarin slowly pushes the door open and steps tentatively inside.
Sarin: Yuki?
No answer from the slumbering form of Yuki. Sarin sits on her mattress and lovingly places Yuki's sleeping head in her lap, stroking her hair softly.
Sarin: Hm? What's this...oh my. Her pillow is wet.
Yoko: Oh crap.
Sarin: What?
Yoko: Look!
Sarin turns her head, and spots a birthday cake, with two slices left for Yoko and Sarin. Yuki has waited up for them all night with their cake, and cried herself to sleep when they didn’t show up.
Sarin: Oh...my...God...
Yoko: We missed it! We missed her birthday!
Sarin: Oh Yuki, oh Yuki!
Yoko: Shh, you'll wake her up!
Sarin: I feel terrible, Yoko! We promised her we'd be here...
Yoko: Hush, there's nothing we can do now. We'll have to make it up to her somehow. C'mon, let's go before she wakes up.
Wracked with mental anguish, Sarin blindly follows Yoko out of the room, her head leaning on Yoko's back for support. They reach their room, strip to their bra and panties, and roll into bed. Unfortunately, sleep doesn't come easy. Her voice barely over a whisper, Sarin prays desperately to her God for forgiveness, strength, and compassion. Yoko, not a Muslim, can only watch as Sarin completes her nightly devotions.
Yoko: Sarin, you have to get some sleep. Who knows who we'll be facing tomorrow!
Sarin: You're right, Yoko. There's no use crying over spilled milk. Good night.
Yoko: Good night.
They share a brief kiss before letting sleep claim them.
To Be Continued…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:25:58 GMT -5
Match 8: BK London vs. The Senator
It’s been a night of many surprises, and the fans are certain that they’re about to see a memorable match as the climax to this edition of Meltdown. Philip enters the ring.
Philip: Our main event tonight is a singles match set for one fall…
He glances at the timekeeper, as if unsure how to proceed. The timekeeper shrugs, so Philip continues.
Philip: Er, Ok… Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, the six time World and Olympic Champion… Kurt Angle!
The fans are still getting used to this odd arrangement, but as Angle’s theme hits BK comes out and the fans fall into the usual “You Suck!” chants. There is a burst of pyro, and the fans in the front lean forward as BK passes by, but BK’s attention is focused solely on the ring. He enters, goes to the turnbuckles, and then performs his trademark spin before settling.
Once all this is done, “Hail to the Chief” hits and the crowd stays on its feet, cheering loudly.
Philip: And his opponent, from Washington D.C., he is the founder of the Senatorial Stable… Senator Steve Philips!
The Senator’s entrance is accompanied by his own pyro display and tickertape, and BK seems to do a slight double-take as he sees his opponent emerge. The Senator walks to the ring, greeting a handful of lucky fans on the way, and then ascends the steps and climbs through the ropes as Philip takes his leave. The Senator and BK regard one another intensely, but BK doesn’t seem to show any signs of remembering their last encounter, and Raymond Allen Fleming reminds them both of the rules before he is content to let the match get underway.
Bell Rings.
The crowd is effectively being treated to two matches in one here, which is great for them, but presents the Senator with a most unusual challenge as he and BK start to circle. The two men tie up almost at once, and they shift their hold on one another as they continue to move, pushing one another back and forth as they compete for control of the grapple. BK attempts to lift and suplex Senator, but Senator resists this and then releases one hand, performing an armwrench with the other and following through with a back kick to BK’s shoulder. BK takes a step or two back from the impact, and the Senator continues to target the same spot with his blistering chops that have the crowd cheering loudly. BK, however, is not afraid of going toe to toe with anyone and responds with a few open handed punches of his own and then succeeding with a rapid snap suplex to bring Senator to the mat. BK quickly uses a body scissors in a grounded position from behind his opponent and applies a chinlock, pulling back on Senator’s head and pressuring the neck. The crowd starts to clap and shout, urging Senator to find a response, and the Senator jabs his elbow repeatedly into BK’s abdomen until he flinches and the Senator is able to break free. From this position, the Senator is able to jump back to his feet, and turn BK over directly into the Tax Cut; the fans roar at this turnaround and now BK is the one feeling the pressure. He shakes his head and bellows, again mimicking Angle with a high degree of realism, but refuses to submit and slowly fights his way the few feet to the nearest ropes, the extremely high angle of the hold making this doubly difficult. The break is made and the referee orders Senator to release the hold; Senator looks a little miffed, but so far his plan of compromising BK’s ability to deliver his strongest moves seems to be working.
Certainly, BK looks to be feeling the effects of the match in various parts of his body; if anything, however, this serves to make him even more determined to come out on top, and he launches into another burst of powerful punches, patiently making the Senator move backward little by little until he is perfectly positioned. As the crowd watches, BK whips the Senator into the ropes; going for the element of surprise, he stuns everyone by pulling off the Angle Slam and then making a pin right away. RAF makes the count, and BK gets just past the 2; the Senator regains his feet without delay and shakes his head, indicating to BK/Angle that it will take more than that to earn a victory over him. Undeterred, BK locks up with his opponent, and this time is able to take control, powering the Senator back to the ropes and then swinging an arm to knock him over the top. All that rumble practice comes in very handy as the Senator grabs the top rope, and this seems to take BK by surprise a little; the Senator hooks BK’s arms, and then makes the crowd leap to its feet by suplexing him out of the ring and bringing both men down on to the outside mats. RAF comes to the ropes and starts his 10 count as both men start to get back on their feet-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:27:14 GMT -5
With the sound of an entire arena of fans chanting for him filling his ears, the Senator hits BK with a fresh round of chops, and then methodically batters away with mid- and roundhouse kicks. BK backs off, moving around the ring, and the Senator pursues him; BK however has a plan, and as the Senator gets a touch too close, BK whips him hard into one of the corner posts.
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BK starts yelling again as the Senator does all he can to stay on his feet; he attempts to prevent BK from getting behind him, but BK is too quick on this occasion, and performs a mighty german suplex, its impact made greater by the thinness of the protective coverings on the outside.
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With Senator reeling, BK rolls into the ring to stop the count on his side-
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-and then rolls out again, not wanting to pick up a countout win. He begins to attack Senator once again, but the slight delay has given the Senator a chance to regain his composure, and he matches him blow for blow until BK mis-times a strike, allowing the Senator to punish him with his Crossfire Crescent kicks. BK’s head is knocked back and forth like a volleyball until finally he stumbles forward and leans on the edge of the ring; the Senator takes this as his cue to bring the match back inside, and shoves BK up on to the apron, rolling in alongside him.
BK may be still a little dazed, but he is also firing up inside, and the crowd’s cries just get louder as he and Senator both get up and exchange increasingly powerful blows. The Senator is determined not to allow BK to find his second wind, and as soon as the chance presents itself, he nips around behind BK and performs the German Suplex that commences the Senatorial series. The crowd goes ballistic as the sheer drop Backdrop suplex follows, and the pop is thunderous as the Senator concludes with the Liberaliser. BK looks to be in bad shape, and the Senator can’t resist a cocky one-footed pin; he and the fans all count along in time with RAF, 1….2…-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:27:49 GMT -5
But if there was ever such a thing as “putting your foot in it” then this is surely a contender; BK not only kicks, but grasps Senator’s foot and pulls him down as he simultaneously kips up, creating the Angle Ankle lock out of nowhere. The crowd can’t believe it, and the Senator digs his fingernails into the mat, doing all he can to hold on (and cursing himself for momentarily forgetting Dwight’s sage advice) as BK yells at him and twists away on his foot. After a few seconds to compose himself the Senator attempts to turn over and break free, so BK drops at once to the mat and adds a grapevine. The crowd continues to yell, the “hardcore” of BK’s fans being outdone by the majority of the crowd who urge the Senator not to give in, and the Senator responds, using his free foot to kick at BK and create a distraction, whilst at the same time using all his strength to roll the pair of them sideways. This allows the Senator to grab the rope, and the fans are thrilled as BK is made to release the hold.
The Senator is not the sort of person to normally become agitated during a match, but as BK pulls himself up and starts to thump his chest, pulling down the straps of his ringwear, the Senator raises his arms in a “V for Victory” salute that has the whole arena swelling with the noise of the crowd. The two men clash in the centre of the ring; fists and feet fly, and just when it seems that the contest could continue in this vein indefinitely, BK makes a sudden move forward and lifts the Senator up for a surprise Angle Slam. The Senator, though, thrashes and BK can’t complete the move; the Senator drops down next to him… and before BK can react, the Senator pulls him over into a backslide pin from nowhere. The crowd goes nuts, and RAF is on hand to make the count as BK struggles, 1….2….
The pin collapses and both men end up on the mat… upon which RAF’s hand has just that moment alighted. He stands up and signals for the bell, sending the fans wild.
Philip: Here is your winner…. The Senator!
The crowd is ecstatic at the outcome; RAF waits for the Senator to stand, and then raises his hand to a mighty ovation. BK slowly gets up, shaking his head in surprise and perhaps a little annoyed at himself for not seeing the flash pin coming, but when the Senator offers him his hand he accepts it and the pair shake to loud approval from the fans. BK exits the ring still holding his own arms aloft and carrying himself with dignity that befits such a fine performance, and the crowd’s applause is genuine and generous.
The Senator remains in the ring, and enjoys the moment; whatever his future plans, there’s no doubting that he still has what it takes to match the best in the business. The show comes to an end with the fans still on their feet, cheering for one of their all-time favorite Superstars.
On Warfare, the focus returns to the matter of titles; with both champion and challenger for the World title coming off of losses this week, who will emerge triumphant when the crunch comes? And who exactly IS the challenger… BK London, Kurt Angle, or something between the two?
Will FSX accept his shot at the Tag titles… and will he try to get revenge on the sneaky ACW Chairman?
And will the mystery man and woman return to wreck havoc on another ACW match, unbidden?
Catch the answers on Warfare….
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by jonnyomega on May 11, 2006 16:28:16 GMT -5
Awesome show
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Post by Santiago Rivera on May 11, 2006 16:28:38 GMT -5
Awesome show everyone!
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Post by scrawn on May 11, 2006 16:28:40 GMT -5
Great show peeps and peepettes.
On to Warfare!
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Post by hunter on May 11, 2006 16:28:47 GMT -5
Awesome show, all.
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Post by BK London on May 11, 2006 16:31:01 GMT -5
*puts an Angle Lock on Senator*
Great show.
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