Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:17:00 GMT -5
Scott doesn’t hesitate to engage directly with Chance, and the crowd gets a mouthwatering taster for Ragnarok as the pair blast one another with kicks and punches at an alarming pace. With a glint in his eye, Scott makes use of his notorious backhanded chops, and a slight darkening of the skin of his opponent is evidence of the effect they are having. Chance, meanwhile, seems to be hovering between all-out brutality and just holding back a tiny amount, as per his mistress’ instructions; He has the benefit of greater sheer power, but Scott has also had the benefit of some expert instruction tonight, and he puts it into practice by targeting Chance’s knee and lower leg with kicks and a trip or two when the moment arises. The problem with any such strategy, of course, is that it takes time to work, and suddenly Chance breaks through with a screamingly quick Strike VII. It trades impact for speed, but Scott is still made to drop to his knees and at once Chance lifts him up for the Tiger’s Heaven. Umeko gives him her approval, and Chance is seconds away from a decisive victory-
-but Scott refuses to give in, and with adrenaline pumping through every cell he counters out into a swinging DDT. The crowd goes bonkers; Scott is expending energy at a critical rate, but for once the tiger really is vulnerable, and perfectly positioned for the Scarlet Fever. Scott wastes no time and moves to lock in the submission… but Chance’s rage is a beast which even he struggles to contain, and before Scott can fully roll through and secure his position, Chance explodes out of it and throws his opponent halfway across the ring doing so. He leaps up – but so does Scott, and this time the roof almost comes down as he busts Chance with a desperation Head Shot. Chance reels backward, not knowing where he is…
…and as he collapses, Stark is able to reach in and make a tag. Scott is caught completely by surprise and as much as walks into his opponent’s spinning neckbreaker. With Scott momentarily down, Starkweather is able to get into just the right position, and he clinically applies the Sensory Deprivation.
Scott is no quitter, but as the supremely painful submission bites, he is smart enough to make the same calculation that Starkweather has. He taps out after 15 seconds or so; Brimstone makes no attempt to help, perhaps because he is studying the closing seconds as closely as he can. After all, it could make all the difference when he and the doctor meet one on one.
RAF calls for the bell, and Starkweather releases the hold as it sounds.
Philip: Here are your winners… Chance Emmerson, and Alexander Starkweather!
Starkweather is out of the ring before most people have even registered that the match is officially over. He’s right to be quick, for Chance is right on his tail, furious as having the match “stolen” from him. He almost knocks Umeko aside, and it is testament to her sheer force of self-belief that she blocks his way and prevents him from continuing the pursuit.
Starkweather shakes his head; he can see that Umeko is talking rapidly, likely reminding Chance of the deal she brokered. Shaking his head, Starkweather points over Umeko’s shoulder, and then at himself, signifying that the victory is his and his alone.
While this is going on, it gives Scott a chance to get out of the ring. He glances at Brimstone, but neither desires nor demands an explanation. They both have other things on their mind, and far from being disconsolate about the loss, Scott is now more convinced than ever that he has a more than slim chance of winning the greatest prize in ACW. And from the loudness of their cheers, it would seem that the fans agree with him…
Meltdown ends, and already the crowd is hungry for Warfare. Ragnarok is almost close enough to taste…. But will it be sweet, or bitter?
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
-but Scott refuses to give in, and with adrenaline pumping through every cell he counters out into a swinging DDT. The crowd goes bonkers; Scott is expending energy at a critical rate, but for once the tiger really is vulnerable, and perfectly positioned for the Scarlet Fever. Scott wastes no time and moves to lock in the submission… but Chance’s rage is a beast which even he struggles to contain, and before Scott can fully roll through and secure his position, Chance explodes out of it and throws his opponent halfway across the ring doing so. He leaps up – but so does Scott, and this time the roof almost comes down as he busts Chance with a desperation Head Shot. Chance reels backward, not knowing where he is…
…and as he collapses, Stark is able to reach in and make a tag. Scott is caught completely by surprise and as much as walks into his opponent’s spinning neckbreaker. With Scott momentarily down, Starkweather is able to get into just the right position, and he clinically applies the Sensory Deprivation.
Scott is no quitter, but as the supremely painful submission bites, he is smart enough to make the same calculation that Starkweather has. He taps out after 15 seconds or so; Brimstone makes no attempt to help, perhaps because he is studying the closing seconds as closely as he can. After all, it could make all the difference when he and the doctor meet one on one.
RAF calls for the bell, and Starkweather releases the hold as it sounds.
Philip: Here are your winners… Chance Emmerson, and Alexander Starkweather!
Starkweather is out of the ring before most people have even registered that the match is officially over. He’s right to be quick, for Chance is right on his tail, furious as having the match “stolen” from him. He almost knocks Umeko aside, and it is testament to her sheer force of self-belief that she blocks his way and prevents him from continuing the pursuit.
Starkweather shakes his head; he can see that Umeko is talking rapidly, likely reminding Chance of the deal she brokered. Shaking his head, Starkweather points over Umeko’s shoulder, and then at himself, signifying that the victory is his and his alone.
While this is going on, it gives Scott a chance to get out of the ring. He glances at Brimstone, but neither desires nor demands an explanation. They both have other things on their mind, and far from being disconsolate about the loss, Scott is now more convinced than ever that he has a more than slim chance of winning the greatest prize in ACW. And from the loudness of their cheers, it would seem that the fans agree with him…
Meltdown ends, and already the crowd is hungry for Warfare. Ragnarok is almost close enough to taste…. But will it be sweet, or bitter?
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
