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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:32:57 GMT -5
Match 5: Jack Fury v Amo the Great - EotR Semi Final No. 2 (Credit: Latino)
One finalist for EOTR has already been decided, and the crowd are eager to see who the second will be as Philip steps into the ring.
“This Is Now” by Hatebreed hits, and the crowd is already booing before Fury even appears.
Phillip: Coming to the ring the self-proclaimed Savior of ACW….Jack…FURY!
Fury comes out to a range of boos from the crowd with only one fan cheering before a barrage of fans beat him down. Fury grabs one young fan’s sign ripping it to shreds in front of him, leaving the child a crying mess. He enters the ring bending over the second rope and raising his arms as the fans continue to boo him.
Then “The Magnificent Seven” (by The Clash) starts playing as Amo is introduced.
Phillip: And his opponent…from Los Angeles, California…Amo the Great!
Amo comes out to a loud pop from the crowd. He slaps hands with many fans in the front row and stops at one fan carrying a sign saying “Amo’s my dad!” He laughs it off and continues to the ring making eye contact with Fury but returns his attention to the fans for a few moments more before the ref indicates that he’s ready for the match to start.
Bell rings.
Jack and Amo both circle the ring staring each other down. Both men know that this match will make or break their success in the Emperor of the Ring tournament. The ref tells both men to start wrestling. Jack rushes in with a clothesline knocking Amo to the ground. He looks down and yells at his fallen opponent screaming “Who the fuck do you think you are!” Jack picks up Amo and performs a spinebuster sending him back down to the mat. The fans start booing loudly causing Jack to yell at a nearby fan. Amo slowly gets up using the ropes to his advantage. Jack runs and delivers a big boot to his opponent’s face sending Amo over the top rope slamming into the outside mats. Just then Bob is shown coming down to the ring carrying the Scottish Flag. Fury looks less than amused, and he slides under the bottom rope and swings a hard right to the face of Bob. As Fury goes for another punch Bob blocks it with the stick holding the flag causing Fury to writhe in pain. Bob, excited by the turn of events, poses with the flag and turns around to receive a big clothesline smacking his head on the outside mat. Jack picks up Bob and rams him headfirst into the ring post. Bob, grabbing his head in pain, is kicked across the jaw by Jack rendering him an unconscious bloody mess.
Amo now comes out of nowhere flying off the barricade with a cross body block to Fury. The fans are now cheering loudly with approval. Amo rolls Fury inside the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. As Fury gets up in a daze he is welcomed by a missile dropkick to the face knocking him down to the mat. Amo now goes for a quick pin but Fury kicks out well before two showing that he is not out of it yet. Amo picks up Jack and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle and runs in with a turnbuckle spear on Fury. Amo sits Jack on the top turnbuckle and pulls off his Amo Driver sending both men over towards the outside. Both men are now outside of the ring motionless as the ref starts his count. 1...2...3…4…5...6...- Jack is the first to move just barely as he grabs onto the apron for leverage. As Fury rolls back in Amo drags himself under the bottom rope. Amo now exhausted lays motionless but Jack not wanting to give up stands back up and picks up Amo for a Death Valley Driver. Jack picks up Amo for a stalling suplex. Amo is brought down to the mat in a rush and Jack goes for the pin 1…2…- kick out by Amo. The fans cheer loudly and Fury can’t believe it for a minute. Fury drags Amo to the ropes choking his opponent with them until the ref forces him to stop. Jack backs off spacing some distance between him and Amo, waiting for Amo to stand back up. Jack rushes in for another clothesline but Amo counters it with the Great Breaker, a swinging neck breaker. Amo is sent over the top rope and slamming Jack’s neck over the top rope. Amo now takes this opportunity as Jack is lying on the mat stunned. He climbs from the outside to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off with a fist drop to the face of Jack and then goes for the pin 1…2…- Fury puts his foot on the rope. Amo picks up Fury for a DDT but Jack reverses it into a back body drop. He leans against the top rope in exhaustion but climbs to the top turnbuckle. Jack pulls off a moonsault but Amo rolls out of the way just in time. Amo goes for another cover but Jack kicks out at the count of two. Amo climbs on top of Jack and throws in punch after punch until he stands back up.
Bob on the outside starts to get up and Amo turns his attention to his friend. The ref checks on Jack but Fury starts telling the ref to get Bob out of here. The ref now sees Bob starting to move and goes outside as he calls on some officials to help Bob out of the match. As the ref is distracted Jack creeps behind Amo and gives him a low blow. Amo now in pain and staggering Jack takes this opportunity to set Amo up for the Fury Bomb, powerbomb into a face buster. Jack lifts up Amo and slams him face first pulling off the move perfectly. He pins Amo but notices there is no ref. He yells at the ref to get into the ring and goes for the pin again. 1...2...3 Jack wins the match after a long brawl from both men.
Phillip: Here is your winner….Jack Fury! In the ring, Fury paces around glaring at the disapproving fans.
Fury: SHUT UP! This is my night, and no one else’s!
Suddenly Bob breaks away from the officials escorting him out of the arena; he snatches up the Scottish flag which he brought in earlier, and then grabs a small bottle and a cloth from under the ring. Quickly. Bob soaks the cloth with the liquid before jumping into the ring; he drops the flag as Fury rushes toward him, but holds on to the cloth and clamps it over Fury’s nose and mouth. The ether is very strong, and after only a few seconds Fury’s struggles weaken, and his eyes glaze and rolls back. Jack slumps into the ring, and Bob drags him to the centre, face down; with a devilish grin, Bob pulls down Fury’s pants and the fans laugh as Fury’s buttocks are put on show. Bob looks at Fury, then at the flag; he picks up the pole and walks over to stand next to Fury. For a second the crowd gasps, thinking that Bob is going to insert the flag into Fury’s most sensitive area, but Bob relents and instead uses the cleft of Fury’s buttocks to support the pole so that the flag stands up straight and proud. Bob helps Amo up, and they salute the flag to a wave of cheering from the crowd before leaving the ring, laughing their way back to the locker rooms. The refs jump in the ring and assist Fury as he comes round; Fury has a vague idea of what has happened, and he has an extremely dark look on his face as he walks backstage that makes the fans who see it feel decidedly uncomfortable.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:34:44 GMT -5
Match 6: Top Draw v T.I.M (champions)- ACW Tag Team Title Match (Credit: BK London)
The next contest is an intriguing one; London has already had two tough matches so far, and everyone wonders just how much he will be able to help Jakie in a match where Top Draw are already at a disadvantage from the start.
Phillip: This is a two on three handicap match for the ACW Tag Team Championships, coming to the ring with John Gotti as their partner, The ACW Tag Team Champions, The Italian Mafia!
"FBI's theme" hits and all three superstars, Angelo Giovanni (Venom), John Gotti (El Loco), and Donatello Enzo (Spider) make their way onto the stage and they receive major heat from the crowd. Angelo and Donatello hold up their tag team championships and they make their way down the ramp taunting the crowd. As the three enter the ring Donatello and Angelo climb up on the second turnbuckle and Gotti stands between them taunting the crowd while on the ropes. They get down from the ropes and they start to stretch waiting for their opponents.
Phillip: And their opponents coming from Brooklyn and New Hampshire, BK London and Jakie, Top Draw.
"Headstrong by Trapt" hits and BK London and Jakie step through the curtains hyped up for their match. Jakie and BK look at each other and they get each other more hyped, the crowd is going crazy and they run down the ramp and they slide in the ring at the same time. The match begins and Top Draw explodes on T.I.M.
Bell Rings. [/i]
BK takes Angelo and Donatello and Jakie takes Gotti, Jakie and Gotti exchange blows but Jakie gets the upper hand and he throws Gotti over the top rope to the ground on the outside. Angelo and Donatello are getting the best of BK and they whip him into the ropes but BK comes back at them with a Double Clothesline taking them both out. Donatello rolls out the ring and as Angelo gets up Jakie punches him and he turns around. BK then punches Angelo and Jakie go back and forth with Angelo until they both hit him with a double punch taking them down. BK goes to his corner and he lets Jakie take care of Angelo. Jakie picks up Angelo and he hits him with a chop to the chest, Angelo holds his chest and Jakie hits him with another getting Angelo on the ropes. Jakie then whips Angelo into the ropes and Jakie takes Angelo down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Jakie covers Angelo but Angelo kicks out at two, Jakie picks up Angelo and he drags him over to BK's corner. He tags in BK and then twists Angelo's arm. BK climbs up to the top rope and he hits Angelo's arm with a Double Axe Handle. Angelo falls on the ground and he holds his arm and BK picks up Angelo's arm and he flips over with Angelo's arm jerking it and almost pulling it out of its socket. BK gets up and he drags Angelo in the middle of the ring and he puts his knee on Angelo's arm and he starts to pull back which makes Angelo scream in agony. Angelo is in much pain and Donatello enters the ring and he attempts to break it up with a Big Boot but BK catches his legs. He spins Donatello around and as then he hits Donatello with a Running Enziguri which throws Donatello out of the ring. As BK turns back toward Donatello, Donatello takes BK out with a monstrous clothesline.
BK holds the back of his head after his head bounces off the mat, Angelo tags in Gotti and Gotti comes in the ring and Gotti climbs up to the top rope. As BK gets up Gotti delivers a Missile Dropkick from the top rope to BK London and London flops over on his stomach. Gotti gets up and he covers BK but BK kicks out once again. Gotti picks up BK and he puts him in suplex position, Gotti goes for the Suplex but BK blocks it and counters it into a Small Package for the two count. Gotti gets up and BK crawls to his corner and he wants to tag in his partner Jakie but Gotti dropkicks Jakie off the apron. Gotti then picks up BK and he whips him off the ropes, Gotti hits BK with a Drop Toe Hold into the second rope and he hits BK with the 619. BK lays out on the other side of the ring and Gotti gets back in the ring and he climbs up to the top rope. Gotti hits BK with the Swanton Bomb and he covers BK, the referee starts to count one-two-thr--- but Jakie pulls Gotti out the ring and he clotheslines Gotti to the ground. The referee goes to the outside and he argues with Jakie to get back to his corner but as he is doing this Angelo and Donatello pull BK to the center of the ring and they lock in a Double Single Leg Crab on BK. BK screams in pain and as the referee is done with Jakie the release the hold and they return to their corner. Gotti re-enters the ring and Donatello is wanting in the ring. Gotti tags in Donatello and Donatello enters the ring and he grins as he rubs his hands together. He picks up BK and he sets him up for the Widows Peak, but BK hits Spider with a Back Body Drop. Spider drops to the ground and he holds his back, BK helps himself up using the ropes. Spider attempts a clothesline on BK but BK ducks and he ducks and shows Spider Time's Up (Mark of Perfection). BK drops to the ground and he crawls toward Jakie and he finally tags him in.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:37:36 GMT -5
Jakie enters the ring on fire and he takes out Spider with a clothesline, Angelo enters the ring only to receive a backdrop from Jakie. Jakie turns around and he throws Gotti in the ring. Gotti holds his back and he gets up and Jakie takes it to him. He gets him in the corner and he starts pounding away at Gotti. Angelo attempts to clothesline Jakie from behind but Jakie moves out of the way and Angelo body avalanches Gotti. Donatello falls to the ground and Gotti falls head first headbutting Donatello in his groin. Donatello holds his groin and both him and Gotti roll out of the ring. Angelo attempts to backdrop Jakie but Jakie flips over his shoulder and he turns Angelo around and he hits Angelo with the Last Resort. BK enters the ring and he and Jakie go to the ropes and they hit Gotti and Donatello with a Vaulting Body Press simultaneously. Top Draw throws them back in the ring and they enter the ring. Top Draw sets up Donatello for Just Your Luck but Angelo distracts the referee and Gotti low blows BK and then throws him over the top rope. Gotti attacks Jakie from behind and him and Donatello raise Jakie up in Double Powerbomb position. Angelo slides in the ring and he gives Jakie the Mafia Chin Flick. Jakie spits in the eye of Angelo and Angelo who is pissed orders Donatello and Gotti to take him down. Donatello and Gotti hits Jakie with the Double Powerbomb and Donatello pins Jakie for the win.
Phillip: And the winners and STILL ACW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, The Italian Mafia.
T.I.M leaves the ring and the referee awards Donatello and Angelo the tag team titles. They raise their arms in triumph in the ring and they being to leave the ring and they walk up the stage still celebrating. But back in the ring BK London enters the ring with a mic. He first helps Jakie up and he sees if he is alright. Jakie doesn't realize what BK is about to say.
BK: Jakie I know you’re sorry about about the match and it’s ok.
Jakie has a frustrated look on his face as he doesn't like the fact he cost Top Draw the belts.
BK: Jakie, I have come to realize something.
Jakie's look of frustration now turns to confusion.
BK: Jakie, this is not something I want to do but I believe we need to spend some time more as singles competitors and not tag team competitors.
Jakie: What?
BK: I mean you are having your feud with Gotti and I have to defend my Entertainment Title, now that I have it back.
Jakie: What do you mean? I still want to be a team.
BK: I know Jakie, it hurts me too but to grow as competitors in ACW I think we need to spend some time apart. Don't worry, the split isn't forever, we are just taking a break from each other Top Draw isn't over and it will never be over.
A tear drops down from Jakie's eye and he leaves the ring looking frustrated.
BK: Jakie, come back…….
Jakie continues up the ramp and he looks back at BK London standing in the ring and he walks through the curtains. Jakie walks down the steps and he makes his way down the hall. Kevin Anderson, ACW announcer tries to get a word with Jakie but Jakie enters the Top Draw Locker Room and he slams the door shut. Jakie then comes out seconds later with his stuff and he makes his way to the parking lot and into his car. BK runs down to the parking lot but Jakie drives off leaving the arena.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:39:12 GMT -5
Match 7: Bob v Jack Fury
Some things begin great and end horrific, many an ACW show has left crowd full of fear and hatred. Its all about playing the emotions of the crowd and no crowd has more emotion than the sold out crowd of the ACW arena. So far tonight has been a roller coaster ride and this match will prove to be no different. The fans hush as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Greenock, Scotland, please welcome Jack Fury!
This Is Now by Hatebreed hits and Fury comes from behind the curtain interested In one thing only….Revenge. All he wants to do is even the score with Bob. Fury has a plan and he will stick to that plan until it is done… No matter the cost. Fury does not even acknowledge anything as he enters the ring and takes his corner, he is pure focus.
Philip: And next, from Los Angeles, California, please welcome Bob Di’ Las!
Stomp It To My Beat by Bad Boy Bill goes off and the crowd cheers loudly for Bob and he eats every bit of it up. He break dances for a while at the top of the ramp before walking down in and give a five to a lucky fan or two on the way down before sliding into the ring. Bob will do whatever it takes to please the fans. Two people could not be any different. Philip exits the ring as the Referee calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Both men meet in the ring and connect in a common tie up. Fury gets the best of Bob and puts him into a side headlock, but Bob pushes Fury into the ropes, Fury rebounds and rams Fury shoulder first, taking him down. Fury gets down on the mat and locks in a kneeling sleeper hold onto Bob, but Bob gets to his feet quickly elbows Fury in the side a few times and pushes him into the ropes where Fury rebounds and is hit by a Dropkick by Bob. Fury gets up and ducks a high roundhouse kick by Bob an reverses it into a back suplex. Bob pops to his feet as does Fury and Fury clotheslines him over the top rope onto the outside. Fury follows Bob to the outside, but he take the easier way of sliding out of the ring on the outside, Fury picks up Bob and Scottish whips him towards the steel steps, Bob reverses it into an Irish Whip, and as Fury is now slung towards the barricade, he regains control ,jumps on the barricade, and rebounds off of them onto a moonsault. The fans boo loudly for Fury and keep it up as he drops Bob ribs first onto the barricade. The Referee’s count is on 6 as Fury retains his dominant control and slides Bob into the ring. Fury goes into the ring after his prey and gives him a Scottish whip into the nearest turnbuckle an follows it up with a vicious clothesline into the turnbuckle. Fury gives quite a few hard shots to Bob’s ribs before lifting him up to the top turnbuckle. Fury climbs up and punches Bob a few times in the head, but Bob in a furious rage pushes Fury off on the top right back on the mat. Bob measures the distance and jumps off, but as he is about to land on Fury with a body splash, Fury brings his knees up to the boo’s from the crowd and Bob lands rib first on Fury’s knees. Bob rolls all across the mat, holding his ribs and screaming loudly. Bob gets up to his feet and awaits Bob to rise and when Bob does so , he is clutching his ribs. Fury shows no mercy and charges Bob and hits him in the ribs with a running knee attack. Bob flips over and begins to hold his ribs in even more pain than he previously thought possible. Fury gloats at what has so far been a complete dissection of Bob and the Fans loathe him for it. Fury picks Bob up and kicks him in the ribs multiple times and finally lifts him up for a stomach breaker. Bob is on his knees and he tries to get up, but he is kicked square in the ribs by Fury very hard knocking the breath out of him and causing extreme pain. Fury "helps" Bob to his feet a Scottish Whips him into a Powerslam and Fury goes for the Pin. The Referee counts 1………2……., but Bob kicks out and the crowd lights up in cheers. Fury gets up and so does Bob who has gotten his second wind. Bob unleashes lefts and rights onto his opponent and gains the upper hand to a degree not previously seen in this match. He Irish whips Fury into the ropes an as Fury rebounds he is hit with a flying forearm from Bob. Bob kicks up to his feet and all Fury rises he is hit with a bulldog from behind by Bob. Bob then waits for Fury to rise up one more time and as the Fans chant "B oh B" he is feeling like finishing this match right here and right now. He kicks Fury in the stomach and locks his legs into position and unleashes his signature maneuver The Dance Breaker. He covers Fury and the fans cheer like there’s no tomorrow, The Referee counts 1……….2……., but Fury kicks out just before the fat lady sings. Bob goes to climb the turnbuckle, but has a hard time doing so, most of his time is spent clutching his ribs. As he gets to the top and readies to jump off and hit a cross body block, but as he does so, Fury uses his superior strength to catch Bob in mid air. He presses Bob over his head and then drops him onto his knee ribs first, Bob screams out in pain a shakes violently, he stands, and clutches his ribs, which are noticeably swollen very severely. Bob collapses on the ground in pain, but for some reason Fury does not follow up with more punishment instead he just waits. Bob crawls to the other end of the ring and rises to his feet holding his ribs in pain. Fury cracks a grin at Bob, confusing him as to what he has on his mind, Bob charges at Fury anyway but Fury sidesteps and uses Bob's momentum to send him sailing through the second rope. Fury looks like he is signaling to fly, this is strange coming from a man of his size but he charges against the opposite ropes in any case, fans are wondering how he is going to pull any kind of dive off. Fury flies head first through the second rope in a suicide dive move and hits Bob in a spear. Bob rolls around holding his ribcage, the fans are wondering how much damage a man of Fury's size can cause with a suicide dive/spear combo, Fury is now laughing to himself and picks Bob up, he points to the ring post and picks Bob up in a gorilla press slam...
Fury: HAHA! Hey Bob you remember this don’t you, Im sure those ribs are still hurting from the other day
...with that Fury runs and launches Bob sideways into the ring post, Bob's ribs crack on the steel leaving him in complete agony, a little blood is appearing in Bob's mouth, Fury takes a lot of abuse from the ring side fans and proceeds to taunt the fans a little before picking Bob up again, gorilla pressing him once more and dropping him down into a rip breaker, then going under the ring Fury starts to pull out something, the fans are shocked as he pulls out what must be a spare ring post, it must be tremendously heavy as Fury struggles with it at first, meanwhile Bob is slowly making his way to his feet, Fury charges at him spearing the ring post into Bob's gut, Bob falls to his knees at which point Fury swings to the right side of Bob, spins round and lands a huge blow into the right side of Bob's already heavily damaged ribs. The crowd groan as Bob spurts out streams of blood, Fury picks up Bob aggressively throwing Bob into the ring....The Referee can take no more and calls for the bell, disqualifying Fury. The Referee if thankful the match is over as he could not watch this slaughter much longer he calls of the bell and raises Bob’s limp hand as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: Here is your winner by Disqualification, Bob Di’Las.
Fury jerks Bob’s hand from the Referee’s grasp and picks up the limp and barely struggling Bob and puts him on his shoulders, he climbs to the top turnbuckle with Bob, he then faces the crowd.
Fury: So Bob you think you can get the best of me?! You ready for your fall from grace?!
Fury starts to jump towards the crowd with Bob on his shoulders...
Fury: SEE YOU IN HELL!!!
As Fury comes down he tosses Bob off and lands him in such a way that his ribs his the fan barricade first, the crack is sickening and Bob spurts blood all over the few fans in front on him. Bob then bounces into the crowd and his face is slashed by a sharp edge on a steel chair; he lies motionless and bleeding with the stunned fans standing around him.
Fury coldly laughs at what he has done and starts to walk out as the EMT's run towards Bob, the fans try and boo him but cannot say anything over the shock of Fury's actions.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:43:33 GMT -5
Segment: The Fallen is coming (Credit: FallenSouls)
The Titantron comes to life with a black screen with the letters FSX on it, before a disembodied voice is heard.
FSX : Do you remember the golden years of wrestling? The years when love of wrestling was meaningless and the only reason left to fight was to beat the living hell out of someone who stands against you?
Old-fashioned film starts rolling with Hardcore Insanity at the top of the screen.
FSX : These were the golden years. Blood and suffering is the only real purpose to enter the ring….When the time comes, all you’re going to see is more and more of it.
”09 23 2004” appears on screen followed by a fuzzy shot of someone being hit with a shovel and falling on to live electrical wires.
FSX : All we have are these choices….and you all chose wrong. The fallen has come to bless upon you sweet agony, agony which even the most innocent……. or the most twisted…… among you have never encountered.
FSX appears on screen bleeding in a corner with a malicious smile on his face.
FSX :....Care to join me?
The screen fades to black, after once again showing “09 23 2004”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:44:39 GMT -5
Match 8: V3 v Macho Man RDK (Champion) - Hell in a Cell Iron man match – ACW International Title
The upcoming contest is one of the most highly anticipated of the entire extraordinary evening, and the fans make their feelings known as the cell descends serenely from the roof to its resting place. The referee opens the cell door, and Philip climbs up into the ring to address the crowd from within.
Philip: This match is for the ACW International title…….and it will be a 60 minute, iron man, hell in a cell contest, with a TLC Stipulation making the use of tables, ladders and chairs legal! The match will last for exactly 60 minutes, and at the end of this time whoever has scored the most falls over his opponent shall be declared the winner.
The crowd cheers again, and the sound gets even louder as “Git Up” hits.
Philip: Introducing first, the challenger……from Las Vegas, V3!
The fans are already standing as V3 walks out into the blinding light of the arena; he knows this will be the biggest and most severe test of his career thus far, and he looks to be thinking hard as he walks down the ramp. Nevertheless, he smiles and waves to his fans before entering the cell, and takes up position in the ring a short distance from Philip.
Then “The Game” roars over the tannoy, and Philip has to yell to complete his allotted task.
Philip: And his opponent, from Yellowknife Canada………he is the reigning ACW International Champion…..Macho Man RDK!
Chants of “Macho, Macho Man” are clearly audible in the din, and RDK hails the crowd with pleasure as he makes his entrance, belt slung over his muscular shoulder. He takes his time reaching the ring, keen to preserve every drop of energy that he can; upon reaching the cell, he steps through the door and slides into the ring. He and V3 face one another, and they shake hands in a professional manner as the ref takes the belt and hands it to Philip to take with him out of the cell. The door is shut, and the crowd crescendos as the timekeeper carefully starts his clock for the 60 minute match.
Bell Rings.
With a full 60 minutes to endure, neither V3 nor RDK is keen to rush into battle straight away; they pace around one another, each waiting for the other to make a move. RDK though soon tires of this and moves in V3; the pair lock up, with RDK pushing V3 back a little way only for V3 to dig in his heels and then push him right back. RDK breaks the grapple and starts punching at V3, who responds and gives as good as he gets; after several moments of this V3 makes the breakthrough and forces RDK back to the ropes before sending him over the top rope with a well placed kick to the chin. RDK though flips in the air to land feet first; he taunts V3, who hops up to the ropes before hitting a plancha to the outside. RDK catches V3, but V3 inverts himself in RDK’s arms and ‘ranas RDK to the mat. V3 rolls over for his first attempt at a pin, and is easily displaced by RDK. Both men regain their feet and circle the ring, throwing out punches at one another; RDK puts on a burst of speed and gets close enough to V3 to grab his arm and whip him toward the corner post. V3, however, runs up the post and backflips, striking RDK who has moved in to try and continue his attack; RDK’s shoulders are down and V3 “accidentally” gets a count of 2 before the pair untangle themselves. Both men are now shifting into their full “combat” mindset, and RDK tries to set up a Rock Bottom; V3 escapes and rolls back into the ring. V3 gestures to RDK to “come get some”, and RDK raises an eyebrow before obliging V3. He climbs up on to the top of the post, leading some of the crowd to chant “moonsault, moonsault” but V3 just wags a finger; he’s not going to fall for that trick, and he stays back out of RDK’s range. Instead, RDK jumps forward so that he hits the mat running, and he’s too fast for V3 to counter; V3 is knocked off his feet, and RDK pulls off the Rock Bottom successfully. RDK covers, but V3 kicks hard and before 2, and RDK realizes that it will take all the strength and skill he has if he is to retain his title.
Without pausing, RDK hits the Rock Bottom a second time, but V3 kicks just as powerfully and then rolls out of the way. RDK comes in again quickly, trying to clothesline V3 to the mat, but V3 leaps up high and RDK charges beneath him. As RDK reaches the ropes he springs back, only to run directly into V3, who blasts into him from the opposite direction with a shoulder charge powerful enough to floor not only Warren Sapp, but the rest of the Oakland Raiders as well. The entire arena resounds to the tells of “PPPOOOOOUNNNNNNCCCCEEEEE!!” and V3 drops and covers, 1,2….but RDK gets a shoulder in the air just in time. V3 slaps the mat with his palm in frustration, and then pulls RDK to his feet; the impact has left RDK quite badly winded, and V3 adds to this with a couple of quick jabs to the temple followed by a strong kick. RDK staggers backward and V3 dropkicks him through the ropes and out of the ring once more; the crowd is yelling for V3 to attack, and he rushes to the opposite set of ropes for a slingshot before rushing forward and suicide – diving through the ropes. This, however, turns out to be a rash decision; as RDK is standing back up he sees a chair under the ring, pulls it out, and smashes the chair against V3’s head as he flies through the ropes. Such is V3’ momentum that he keeps going and hits the cell wall as well; RDK’s fans are going mental as RDK makes a pin. The ref counts from the ring: 1,2….but suddenly V3 responds, grabs RDK and rolls over. V3 uses the side of the ring for leverage, but the ref doesn’t see it, and the bell is rung as V3 gets the first pin of the match.
Philip (from the outside): The score is now 1 – 0 to V3! Fourteen minutes gone, forty six minutes remaining!
The reaction to this is mixed; RDK’s fans protest over the nature of the pin while V3’s fans just cheer ecstatically. RDK pulls himself up, and something hardens in his expression; he hits V3 with a huge blow to the side of the head before grabbing him by the hair and leading V3 to the side of the cell. RDK scrapes V3’s face on the cell wall, making the skin red and angry looking; he then hurls V3 at the cell door, which bursts open at the impact and sends V3 skidding along the floor. RDK steps out of the cell and looks at V3; his attention is drawn to a particularly vocal V3 fan at the guardrail, and RDK walks over and gives the fan one of his trademark glances. The fan shuts up, and RDK lightly removes the “V3” cap the fan is wearing. As V3 rises to his feet, RDK steps back into the cell and puts the cap on at a jaunty angle.
RDK (in a squeaky impression of a youngster): Come on V3, you’re my hero! I spent all my pocket money on your crappy merchandise!
This has the desired effect on V3, who charges back toward RDK; RDK promptly slams the cell door so that V3 runs into it. V3 bounces off, and RDK opens the door again before casually tossing the hat back in the direction of the fan he took it from. RDK steps away from the door and continues to taunt V3 as he returns to the ring; V3 looks miffed, but he simply signals “1-0” with his hands as he approaches. V3 pauses as he gets to the apron; he ducks, and when he reappears he has a ladder in hand. V3 slides the ladder into the ring and follows it; RDK comes forward and tries to stomp V3 silly, but V3 is too nimble and he rolls back to his feet before moving in on RDK and nailing a very fast DDT on to the ladder. The crowd yells at the sound of skull on metal, and RDK rolls off, badly stunned. V3 immediately leaves the ring, and as the camera follows him a much longer ladder is revealed, lying at one side of the cage. V3 collects this and brings it to the ring; he slides this in and picks up the chair used by RDK earlier before returning to the ring. He stands the tall ladder upright, and then places RDK on to the smaller ladder which is still lying on the canvas. The crowd is already starting to get loud as V3 ascends the tall ladder with the chair tucked under one arm; he climbs to the very top so that he can reach the cell roof, and then holding the chair between his legs he moves hand over hand until he is hanging directly above the stirring RDK. The noise is now getting intense as more people see what is going to happen; V3 takes a deep breath and then drops, pulling the chair out in mid – air as he falls so that he crushes RDK between the ladder and the chair on landing. The crowd goes mental at this extraordinary move, and everyone counts with the ref for the second fall – 1, 2, thr- NO! RDK has an arm in the air, and V3 looks stunned as he stands up.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:47:24 GMT -5
RDK pulls himself back to his feet; his fans are beside themselves, and V3 isn’t quite sure how to react. Eyes blazing, RDK moves in and hits the Rock Bottom, brushing aside V3’s attempts to block. RDK doesn’t pin, but instead hits another Rock Bottom, the fourth of the night; this time he rolls up V3, but somehow V3 gets out just before the 3 count. RDK is secretly amazed by V3’s endurance, but he is not daunted, and with a yell of determination he punches V3 1,2,3,4…5 times before delivering an unprecedented fifth Rock Bottom, this time on to the chair lying in the ring where V3 left it. RDK pins and hooks the leg, and although V3 kicks once more this time it’s just the wrong side of the 3 count, and RDK’s fans go into raptures.
Philip: That makes the score one – all! Twenty six minutes gone, thirty four minutes remaining!
RDK isn’t content just to level the score; while the fans are reacting he’s already back on his feet and he DDTs V3 on to the now rather bent steel chair. RDK covers again but V3 kicks, galvanized by the loss of his lead. RDK though has more tricks up his sleeve; his gaze falls on the smaller ladder, and with a grin he waits for V3 to stand in order to nail yet another Rock Bottom right on to it. V3 is up, and RDK lifts him; somehow though V3 wraps his right arm around RDK’s neck and reverses the move into a DDT of his own. Both men land heavily, and the ref starts a 10 – count; whether the pair are truly exhausted or taking a breather is unclear, but at the 7 count RDK rolls over and puts an arm on V3. The ref starts a standard count, and V3 responds at 2. Both men pick themselves up; the match is now well past the 30 minute mark, but neither man seems to have lost any of their will to win. he pair move about, avoiding the tall ladder which is still upright at one side of the ring; RDK tries to whip V3 into it, but V3 manages to dodge and hit the ropes before rushing back to RDK. V3 leaps up to try and jump over RDK again, but RDK also jumps high, grabs V3 in the air and powerslams him on the way down, shaking the ring as the pair land. RDK moves to cover, but V3 rolls away; RDK pursues only to walk into a superkick. V3 collects RDK and lands a powerbomb before pinning; he gets a 2 count for his trouble. V3 tries to think as RDK gets up, and his attention returns to the ladder in the corner. V3 starts to climb up the ladder, and is halfway up by the time RDK sees what is going on. RDK moves to follow, and starts climbing the other side of the ladder; RDK move more quickly than V3, and the pair end up face to face at the very top of the tall ladder frame. Blows are traded until RDK sees a gap and tries to use the Rock Bottom to send V3 off the ladder; V3 though blocks, smashes a fist into RDK’s head so that he is spun around, and then grabs RDK’s right leg and left arm to lock on his invertigo hold whilst the pair are still on the ladder. The ref watches closely to see if RDK submits, but RDK will not do so; finally, out of pure exhaustion, V3 releases the hold and tries to punch RDK off of the ladder, but RDK ducks this, catches hold of V3 and makes the audience cry out as he brings V3 down from the top of the ladder to the ring, making the ref dive out of the way. RDK lands with his hand over V3’s chest, and when the ref has calmed down after his scare he makes the count: 1,2 – V3 puts a shoulder up more by instinct than design, and everyone is stunned including both the participants in the ring.
Both men are now becoming worn from the long battle, and as the match enters its last 20 minutes it takes several moments before they are able to get up, rolling over and using the ropes to assist them. They approach one another tentatively, neither wanting to make a foolish mistake – eventually RDK throws a right hook, and V3 takes it before sending back one of his own. The pace of the match has slowed considerably, but each blow is no less determined than at the start of the match – it seems the pair are in a stalemate, but abruptly V3 ducks a shot from RDK and come up, getting the perfect setup for the rockbottom. Instead of slamming RDK down, though, V3 lifts him up and over his head in a suplex fashion; V3 roars with utter commitment to the move, and the impact is thunderous as RDK hits the canvas. V3 pins, and RDK can’t quite summon his remaining strength quickly enough – V3 goes 2-1 up.
Philip: V3 is back in the lead, with seventeen minutes to go!
V3’s fans are cheering again, but RDK’s are no less vocal in support of their hero. As the two men face off, V3 smiles; he feels a surge of endorphins at regaining the lead, and with renewed confidence he comes forward on the attack once more looking to put his victory beyond doubt. RDK backs off, and V3 drives him around the ring, punching and kicking. It looks like V3 is gaining in power while RDK is losing it, and V3 taunts RDK before delivering a massive punch. V3 expects RDK to fall, but RDK does not; he pauses, and the crowd starts to shout like mad as RDK begins to fire up and shake his head, Hogan style……
RDK: OOOOOOOOOO YEAH!
The crowd explodes into a storm of chanting, shouting “R-D-K! R-D-K!” as the Macho Man uses an irish whip on V3; V3 has no response as RDK delivers a perfect Jabroni – Buster and moves smoothly into a pin. Though V3 fights, RDK’s resolve is absolute, and the match is building to an incredible climax as the fourth fall is awarded.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:49:47 GMT -5
Philip: And everything’s level once more! Thirteen minutes to go!
V3’s frustration is etched over his face; he looks heavenward, as if for inspiration, and a smile comes over his features. He looks RDK straight in the eye, and then with impressive speed jumps forward and tackles RDK to the ground. RDK bangs his head on the small ladder, temporarily stunning him; V3 gets up, looks at the big ladder in the corner, and then carefully collects it before taking it out of the ring. He sets it up outside the cell, next to the wall, and then returns to grab a chair before climbing up the ladder with the chair in one hand. As RDK stands back up, V3 reaches the top of the ladder, and he jumps up on to the top of the cell.
V3: I’m waiting, RDK…..don’t tell me the Macho Man is afraid of heights?
RDK’s fans are still chanting his name; RDK looks at V3, then to the clock on the titantron which is just ticking into the final 10 minutes of the match. RDK takes his time and leaves the cell; he locks eyes once more with V3, before running to the wall and spider –climbing up it at great speed. V3 is ready with the chair as RDK climbs up, but RDK jumps to one side and is back on his feet on the top of the cell ready to block V3’s next shot. However, V3 instead throws the chair at RDK, who catches it; V3 dropkicks the chair into RDK’s chest and makes a pin (counted by the ref from the floor), but RDK gets his arm up at 2.5. V3 swears, and a slightly glazed look comes over his eyes – shouting with frustration, V3 beats RDK with the chair, over and over as he loses control; RDK defends himself against the onslaught as best he can but V3 is now well out of it mentally, and he throws the chair aside, falling on RDK and battering him ferociously with his fists. It seems that V3 is going to beat RDK into unconsciousness, but amazingly V3’s rage serves to galvanise RDK; something in him snaps, and with a single enormous punch to the face RDK halts V3’s attack. V3 looks shellshocked as the pair get up, and RDK runs forward to clothesline V3 down to the metal roof. Almost on autopilot, V3 rolls back to his feet to see a seriously pumped RDK shouting at him from across the roof.
RDK: You want a fight Bruda? The Macho Man’ll give you a fight like no other! Now bring it!
V3 charges, adrenaline surging through him, but RDK is just as hyped and he clotheslines V3 a second time.
RDK: Did you hear me, jabroni? I said, just bring it!!
V3 yells and thunders back at RDK, who just clotheslines him a third time.
RDK: I refuse to believe that’s the best you can do! COME ON, BRUDA!!
This time, V3’s in motion before RDK finishes the sentence; it’s almost as if sparks fly when the pair connect, and RDK nails a huge spinebuster; there’s an audible CRACK from the roof panels on impact, and the crowd gasps. RDK covers, going for the win, but V3 kicks and the pair rise once more. They move about the roof, bringing out every move they can think of – suplexes, powerbombs, even a piledriver or two (which threaten to send both through the increasingly fragile panels) and covers too numerous to count; still the clock ticks, and at three minutes to go neither seems to be any closer to finding that critical weak point on their opponent. The camera moves in, and both men are clearly exhausted – there are no fountains of blood and no screams of agony, but this match is tearing its contestants to pieces all the same. As V3 gets up slowly from a neckbreaker from RDK, the Macho Man watches, and a small flicker of an idea lights in his mind; as soon as V3 is up, RDK moves in and with perfect precision, uses V3’s own triple inverter to bring him crashing to the floor. RDK pins, certain that this must be enough….but V3 kicks, and kicks hard, at 2, and RDK realizes that if the match is forced into overtime, every extra minute will damage his chances of victory; in his mind, RDK decides that V3 probably has more left in the tank, and he makes up his mind over what he has to do. Leaving V3 to stagger up, RDK moves quickly to the edge of the cage, kneels on one knee, and reaches over…….to grab the tall ladder standing at the side of the ring. V3 is rising, and RDK has only one chance; risking overbalancing, RDK lifts the ladder until he is holding it at its bottom end, and with a grunt of effort he points the other end at V3 – and runs forward.
V3 is taken off his feet and propelled horizontally until RDK stops – at which point he falls downward to the floor below, to the screams of the crowd. RDK drops the ladder on top of the cage and half climbs, half jumps down one side until he is on the floor again. He pays little attention to V3; instead he heads into the cage and pulls out 2 tables from under the ring. Pushijg all his fatigue out of his mind, RDK drags the tables around to the announce desks, shoos off the announce team on one side, and then sets up a table on top of the desk. He has to stand on the protective barrier to erect the second table on top of the first, and then has to dash back to DDT V3 once more as he tries to pick himself up. RDK glances at the clock, and a surge of panic strikes as he sees the “One Minute” banner flash up; roughly he throws V3 on top of the table stack, and then climbs as fast as his weary legs will take him back to the top of the cell. RDK walks to the edge, looks down at V3 and the crowd who are going berserk below….and then looks sideways, to the fallen ladder…….
30 seconds……
RDK snatches up the ladder and sets it up; he climbs it despite it being set on one of the damaged panels and therefore being unstable.
15 seconds……
RDK reaches the top of the 13 foot ladder and gazes down. Way, way down.
10 seconds…….
RDK looks upon his fans, the reason behind the extraordinary things that he does.
RDK: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAH, BRUDAS!!
Time seems to bend as RDK takes flight; his moonsault is graceful, and all present seem to see it like an action replay, with every precise detail scorched into their minds. Then the moment passes, and RDK falls; the crash is almost illegal in its decibel count, and silence falls over the arena as all 3 tables shatter on impact. The ref, though, keeps his head, and makes the 1-2-3 count; his hand comes down for 3 as the clock finally hits zero, and the ringside bell sounds out for the end of the match. Everything stays quiet, until Philip steps forward to confirm the result.
Philip: Here is your winner, by 3 falls to 2……and still ACW International Champion, Macho Man RDK!
Both RDK and V3 are still lying in the wreckage of the tables; EMTs rush to ringside, but thankfully all they are required for is to help the pair out of the tangle of wood and metal. The crowd, which had been deathly quiet, now releases all its emotions in a torrent of cheering and shouting. V3’s shoulders drop; he can’t help but be disappointed after putting up such a tremendous fight, but as the ref hands RDK’s belt back to him the Macho Man walks over, with a slight limp from the fall, and offers his hand once more. V3 looks at RDK; RDK is breathing heavily, and has almost totally exhausted his physical energy; only then does V3 understand just how far he has pushed his opponent, and he feels a sense of pride as he shakes RDK’s hand and listens to the rapturous ovation which both men are receiving from the crowd. There are no losers in this match, and RDK and V3 walk out together, having earned new respect from one another and from ACW’s loyal and discerning fanbase.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:52:30 GMT -5
Match 9: Pain Inc v the Opener Army – Ridley’s Rules (Post match events credit: Ridley)
It takes a little while for the debris from the international title match to be cleared away, but the ring crew do a sterling job and soon the scene is set for a very different, but no less dramatic match.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the first ever “Ridley’s Rules” hardcore elimination match!
Just the words “Ridley” and “Hardcore” are enough to send the crowd loopy, and Philip has to give them a chance to calm down before he can go on.
Philip: All the participants in this match will begin in the ring at once. Participants can be eliminated either by pinfall or submission, and the match will continue until all the members of one team have been eliminated…….
Philip is suddenly interrupted by an assistant, who gestures urgently and hands him a piece of paper, which Philip reads.
Philip: It would appear that Chairman Gingerdude has added a further stipulation to this match. If a single member of Pain Inc is eliminated, the entire team will be deemed to have lost the match.
There’s a buzz of reaction to this news; everyone had been confidently expecting a standard Pain Inc squash, but now they’re not so sure……….
Philip: Introducing first, the openers…….. Sphinx, Rico Miles, J Bone, Kid Krash, Tyd, Monkeybaal, Jonnyg, Dragon, Gooeygarth and Tyrant!
The 10 strong team enter one by one, each with a quick burst of their appropriate theme. They fill the ring and stay close to one another, understanding that only by co – ordinating their efforts do they stand any chance of victory.
Then the arena darkens, and the fans are on their feet as Ridley’s chilling laugh echoes over the speakers, followed by “Requiem Mass Dies Irae”; the Lord of Harcore leads out his associates, with his shadow falling long and dark over the fans to either side. Clearly the group has come tooled up for the occasion – Yoko is wielding a ball and chain with an additional Mr Pogo – like sickle at the end; Orochi has a large barrel of salt under one arm; Rose has a somewhat unfashionable but functional shopping cart, filled to the brim with weapons of all descriptions, and Ridley bears the mighty Excalibur, its blades glinting in the dim light. The procession is stately, but typically the trolley has a mind of its own, and Rose struggles to control the damn thing which threatens to veer off into the crowd at any second.
Rose (whispering): My lord, can you not use your powers to fix the bearings on this cursed contraption?
Ridley: I am afraid not. Truly, wonky wheels are the work of Satan himself…..even I cannot exert my will over such things.
Rose just nods somberly, and the group reaches the apron; they climb up and pose together as Ridley raises the house lights. As one they climb into the ring, and remove their extra items of clothing before the ref gives the signal to begin, and stays as far away from the two sides as is practically possible.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:54:56 GMT -5
The two groups stare intensely at one another; the openers are nervous, but for now at least they have a substantial numbers advantage, and they hold their ground. Abruptly Ridley tires of this and jumps forward in a false charge; the openers jump back as well in surprise, and Ridley gives a scornful, dismissive laugh. This obviously strikes a nerve with the openers, and before the audience can blink they’re on the attack, on mass; it’s as if Cardigan has just ordered them to attack the Russian guns, and the result is just as spectacular and foolhardy. Pain Inc wade in with gusto, and several people are sent skyward as they make room for a proper scrap. At first it’s difficult to focus on anything in particular, with odd moves sticking out – a facehold chokeslam by Orochi on Dragon, JonnyG jumping out of the ring and grabbing a barbed wire 2 by 4 from the trolley only to be hit by Yoko as she springs from the top rope, sending weaponry everywhere. Rose is happily dividning her time between Monkey and J Bone, kicking both with impressive speed all over their bodies before lifting J Bone and suplexing him backward to land on top of Kid Krash. Yoko has located her mallet and throws it at Rico, clocking him on the head; Rico rolls out of the ring, and Rose picks up the mallet and wallops Tyd in the face before a miffed – looking Yoko demands it back. Rose hands it over and heads across to assist Orochi in giving Gooeygarth a double superplex. During all this, Ridley has been pummeling anyone in range with the weedwhacker, although it isn’t switched on; as Tyd gets up he sees the potential danger, and with great courage faces Ridley down, absorbs one hit, and then grabs Excalibur using his tremendous arm strength to take it from Ridley. Ridley looks surprised, but this turns to black fury when Tyd takes it in both hands, and holding it above his head bends it in half. The crowd gasps at Tyd’s audacity, and Tyd looks just a little pleased with himself as he throws the now useless lump away.
Rage makes Ridley even more fearsome than usual, and Tyd is about to find out the cost of defying him in definitive style. Ridley hits Tyd with a burst of punches before setting up and hitting a Vertebreaker; he keeps a hold of Tyd as he gets up, ducks an attempted clothesline from Monkey (who runs right into a big boot from Orochi) and hits a second Vertebreaker. Tyd is already looking woozy, but Ridley’s far from done; he whirls around and uses Tyd to hit Sphinx before landing a third Vertebreaker. Tyd’s head is spinning, and he can’t react as Ridley lifts a charging Kid Krash into a back body drop to be dropkicked by Yoko in mid – air; Ridley then delivers a fourth Vertebreaker, stands up, runs across the ring and springboards from the second rope for one last Vertebreaker on Tyd before pinning with one foot. The count is made without resistance, and Ridley smirks as he kicks Tyd out of the ring. The crowd is too stunned by this amazing show of skill to boo Ridley, and he glances around him almost leisurely to see what his associates have been getting up to. In one corner, Rose is applying the figure four leglock at the turnbuckle to Monkey, and Orochi has retrieved a chair from under the ring. Orochi holds the chair up in front of his face, and Ridley lends a hand to stabilize it before Yoko leaves off from beating Tyrant with her ball and chain to execute a baseball slide across the ring into the chair. Monkey is almost knocked senseless, but he has enough sense to tap weakly, and the assistants at ringside pull him out of harm’s way. The members of Pain Inc look pleased, but their four – on – one assault has given the remaining 8 participants time to regroup, and they have helped themselves to Rose’s shopping before quietly surrounding the four in the corner. The crowd starts to get noisy, as Pain Inc appear to have made a miscalculation; they have only one chair between them, as all the rest of the weaponry is lying beyond the human cordon.
Orochi tosses the chair to Yoko, and Pain Inc goes to work with gusto; it only takes a few seconds before the Openers’ united front is shattered. Yoko takes on Kid Krash in the ring, hitting him repeatedly with the chair; Krash tries to back away but is blocked by Rose, who has taken down Rico and JonnyG before grabbing a chair of her own. Ridley and Oorchi also make back to the ring, similarly equipped, and the quartet give a performance of their own Conchairto, delivering two shots to the body, one to the knees, and a particularly vicious shot by Rose to the head. Krash sprawls on the mat, and Yoko makes a cover, but J Bone runs in and tackles her off. This is mildly surprising to Pain Inc, and Ridley hits J Bone with a crushing shot which he foolishly attempts to block with his arm. There’s a sickening CRACK, and J Bone howls. He stands up again however, his arm hanging limply at his side, but he appears not to notice this and raises the other arm into a fighting stance. Pain Inc look at J Bone quizzically.
Ridley: Rose, are you pondering what I’m pondering?
Rose: I think so my Lord, but if it’s gas that makes the holes in swiss cheese, why doesn’t the stuff float?
Ridley just gives Rose an “I’d have expected better of you” look, but it’s accompanied by a wry smile. Rose just raises an eyebrow herself. Their moment is rudely interrupted as J Bone makes an attack, clearly still under the impression that he’s in a fit state to wrestle; Ridley lets Rose do the honours, and she lifts and slams J Bone on top of Kid Krash. Orochi holds down the pair for a double elimination, and the openers are down to a team of six.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:56:52 GMT -5
The remaining openers know that they have to do something, and fast, and as one they make a fast charge at Pain Inc. This triggers another wave of people being tossed about like pancakes, and Ridley and Orochi endulge in a brief competition to see who can get the most height. After disposing of four people in this way, a truce is called, and Ridley and Orochi work together to try and break the opener altitude record, using the unfortunate Dragon as a test pilot. Dragon attains an impressive height before descending, and Yoko dashes in to drop to the mat and raise her knees. Dragon lands belly – first, and yells in agony as he is pushed away.
Yoko: Dragons really can fly……you learn something new every day.
Rose: Of course they can fly, child……it’s just the landing they haven’t mastered yet.
Ridley amuses himself by putting the straightjacket on Dragon; Dragon flails and loudly indicates his submission almost immediately, and Ridley looks distinctly unimpressed as he drops him to the ground. Deciding that Dragon should not get off so lightly, Ridley picks him up and puts him into the tree of woe, and he along with Rose and Yoko have a field day using a variety of implements including thumbtack bats, nail boards and the good old barbed wire bat. Orochi stands a little way back, and the regrouping band of JonnyG, Sphinx and Tyrant spot a chance to snatch victory from under Pain Inc’s noses. They move silently but quickly so that Pain Inc don’t hear them coming, and Orochi turns just seconds before their arrival. Orochi, though, has a surprise of his own, and demonstrates a thus far hidden talent by spitting a large fireball right into the faces of his three attackers. This stops the assault dead, and gets a pop from the crowd for its sheer audacity. Yoko sees the three on the ground, and the chance is too tempting to ignore – she fetches her ball and chain, and waits for them to stand back up. Tyrant makes the mistake of being the first to do so, and Orochi makes a swipe at him, making him run away to avoid it. This lets Yoko use her chain and she whips it around Tyrant’s legs, tripping him up so he falls flat on his face and gets a loose piece of wood with nails in impaled in his forehead. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Orochi stalks over as Tyrant tries to rise, and lands a huge axe kick to knock him back down. Orochi puts his foot on the wood, pushing the nails further into the flesh, and Tyrant’s screams almost block out the ref’s count of 3 while his shoulders are down.
While Orochi has been having his fun, Sphinx is in the unenviable position of having to take on Rose and Yoko together. Yoko hops up to the second rope and gets some height for a Lou Thesz press, flattening Sphinx; Rose watches this and then delivers a moonsault, hitting Sphinx just as Yoo is getting out of the way. Ridley has been toying with a loose lighttube, but he throws this aside and heads to the top before executing a perfect split legged moonsault which crushes any remaining fight left in Sphinx. Ridley stays in place for the pin, and then kips up with a glance that says “THAT’s how the pros do it.” Rose huffs and elbows Ridley in the ribs, showing him that she is more than happy with her own way of doing things, thankyou very much.
The openers are now in the minority, but they aren’t giving up yet; Rico and JonnyG go in first with some of Pain Inc’s own discarded weapons, and they get in several shots to Yoko and Rose before being overwhelmed. Gooey is holding back, awaiting his moment; Ridley yells for the salt and Rose heads off to get it, but from his hiding place Gooey suddenly spring to the corner and brigns Rose down into a sunset flip. The ref counts immediately, but Gooey only gets 2 before Rose kicks free. Gooey feels the wrath of Pain Inc instantly – before he can even think about getting up, Orochi hits an axekick legdrop. This is followed by a running flip senton from Ridley, and then finally a standing moonsault from Orochi. Orochi stays in place for the cover, but the courageous JonnyG gives Yoko the slip and dashes in to stop it. Gooey rolls out of the ring, but Jonny isn’t quick enough to get away; Ridley holds him and gives a terrifying leer as Rose pushes the largest item from the shopping cart – a lighttube log cabin – into the ring along with the salt barrel which Orochi had left on the outside. Ridley puts the cabin around Jonny, and signals to Orochi; the crowd gasps as Orochi nails the Orochi Naga, shattering the tubes and sending razor sharp glass shards into Jonny’s flesh. Jonny is already bellowing with pain, but Ridley calmly opens the salt and dumps it all over Jonny, making his cries graduate into full – on screaming. Gooey is spurred by this, and foolishly re – enters the ring unarmed; Rose is ready and waiting, and she whips Gooey into the corner before executing a Monkey flip. Orochi is also prepared, and he catches Gooey before executing a tombstone – instead of dropping him however Orochi keeps a hold and stands back up. Ridley’s already in motion, and he hits a dropkick right to Gooey’s face; the blow sends him up in the air, and Yoko completes the display by nailing the flying guillotine on the way down. Yoko pins Gooey as Rose does the same to Jonny, who has passed out from the pain, and Pain Inc are left seemingly alone in the ring……….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 14:58:58 GMT -5
Having dispatched Gooey and Jonny, Pain Inc start to look around them; the crowd are slightly confused, as the bell has not been rung, but Ridley’s mind is as sharp as his canines, and silently he gestures for the other three to each take a side of the ring. Pain inc slide out and surround the ring, one on each side; Ridley walks very slowly around it, listening carefully, and the whole arena is hushed as the fans try to work out what Ridley is doing. Ridley moves stealthily, silently; his tongue slides out from between his lips occasionally, almost like a serpent tasting the air for its prey. Finally he stops, and with a wicked smile, slowly reaches down to take hold of the bottom of the ring apron…..
With lightning speed, Ridley throws up the cover and sticks his head underneath the ring.
Ridley: BOO!
There’s a high pitched scream of terror, and after a second or two Rico bolts from his hiding place, right into Orochi’s waiting arms. Rico thrashes and tries to get away, but Orochi just carries him back into the ring and dumps him in the centre as the other members of Pain Inc surround him, taking weapons in hand. Rico’s eyes are wide, and he already has several scrapes and cuts from the previous part of the match. As he half lies, half sits on the mat, his wounds come into contact with the spilt salt already in the ring, and he winces loudly.
It’s too tempting for Rose to resist; her eyes dart to the empty salt barrel on one side of the ring, and she huffs grumpily, but then she smiles viciously as she sees a second identical container lying close to the upturned cart. In a second Rose jumps out of the ring to grab it, and Rico is already starting to plead as she steps back in with the heavy barrel under one arm.
Rico: Sweet Jesus…….all that sodium carbonate will absolutely ruin my skin tone!
Rose just laughs cruelly, and tugs at the lid of the container, which seems to be quite tightly affixed. Ridley just lets Rose have her fun, but as he gazes on Rico he sees something in Rico’s expression……something that shouldn’t be there.
Hope.
Ridley: Alexandra, wait-
The explosion is surprisingly loud as the booby trapped barrel goes off in Rose’s arms, and several people in the front row go slightly deaf for the nest few minutes. However, it’s the sight, not the sound, which is taking everyone’s attention; the paint bomb has worked perfectly, and without exception everyone and everything within 15 feet of ground zero is covered in the fluorescent pink liquid. Rose waves her arms about, having received minor burns from the blast, and everyone else (except Rico, who covered his eyes, and the ref, who was fortuitously protected by Orochi’s imposing frame) is momentarily blinded. It takes a moment or two for the effect to sink in, but then there is an extraordinary sound, one never before associated with Ridley and his malevolent crew…….
Laughter. Hysterical, unbridled laughter fills the arena, and the screams of joy only get louder as Rose flails and blunders into Yoko, sending both women down into the pool of paint. Rico is laughing as hard as anyone, but suddenly the light comes on in his head and he grabs his chance – with all the speed he has in him, Rico leaps forward and tackles Ridley to the ground, rolling him up. The ref hits the mat and counts, and the crowd noise almost breaches environmental health levels – 1…..2…….thr – No! Ridley throws Rico off and is back on his feet, and the crowd groans with genuine disappointment. The laughter is instantly silenced, and Ridley looks more dangerous than he ever has before as he approaches Rico, who is trying to back away but is hindered by the slippery paint on the mat.
Ridley: No one……..NO ONE…….laughs……at……..me.
Ridley strides up to Rico, lifts him off his feet, and slams him against the corner post. Rico is dazed and in pain from his other injuries, but slowly he gets to his feet. Ridley stares coldly, and then backs up before hitting his feature – erasing Yakuza Kick. Rico is sent to the mat again, and Ridley smirks, but Rico again slowly and agonizingly rises to his feet. Now Ridley is starting to look seriously pissed, and as Rico staggers forward, his sense of direction screwed up, Ridley uses his proximity to the ropes to use the Abracadabra. The crowd audibly winces, and Ridley steps back, glaring down at his battered opponent. Everyone is waiting for the inevitable pin, but as Ridley tires of the game and walks forward he is brought to a halt as Rico falteringly rolls over, rising more by willpower than physical strength. Rico straightens up, and looks his worst nightmare in the eye.
For the very first time in his existence, Rico “Metrosexual” Miles is refusing to go down. The pair stare for a moment, and then with a yell of defiance Rico throws himself forward in a courageous but doomed final attack. Ridley catches him and coolly hits his black hole slam before glancing to his associates who have gathered behind him.
Ridley doesn’t need to speak again; the rest of Pain Inc instinctively know what he wants. Yoko moves first, applying a bridging Indian deathlock; Rose adds a side leglock while Orochi uses a cross armbar, and Ridley finishes the quadruple – submission with a single arm cobra clutch. Rico is thrown into a world of agony unlike anything he has ever known, and he howls in despair for over 90 seconds until finally he passes out; several people have to step outside, unable to watch him suffer after his brave but futile gesture. The ref is backed up by several other officials, but Pain Inc have restored order, and they leave Rico slumped in the pink pool on the mat as the bell rings to signal the end of the match.
Philip: Here are your winners……Pain Inc!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 15:01:54 GMT -5
The crowd boo the winners loudly, but this doesn’t bother Pain Inc. one bit……they have once again left an indelible mark on the fed, and Rose, Orochi and Yoko look pleased with their evening’s work. Ridley pops his neck and steps through the ropes, a satisified grin on his face. Rose, Yoko, and Orochi follow suit as he picks up the bent Excalibur and begins walking back up the ramp.
Ridley: Alexandra...come on, I'm getting out of here.
Rose: You're not going to stay to watch the rest of the tournament?
Ridley turns, with a mixture of a smirk and a "you gotta be kidding me" look.
Ridley: Fuck their pathetic tournament. I've got far more important things to worry about than watch the BK London Show. Now am I going to head out and get some Jager alone, or are you coming with me?
Rose: All right. I suppose we could do worse---
Suddenly, the arena snaps to black, engulfing everyone in complete darkness. The fans' voices rise in shock, but are silenced at a deep, commanding voice from the stage:
?: Halt, heretic!!!
Ridley: Kross, what the fuck are you---
A single spotlight blasts down onto the stage, highlighting a figure draped in a red and black robe. A chain around his neck holds an ankh, and his hood almost completely covers his features.
Ridley takes one look, rolls his eyes, and keeps walking.
Ridley: .....oh, Morgavi. For a second, I thought it was somebody worth getting worked up over.
Morgavi: Thou hast disgraced the cult of Asmodeus, infidel! Thy actions hath shown thee for what thou truly art----a snake of the---
Ridley has gotten to the stage by now, and with the utmost calm, he bends Excalibur back into a sort – of normal shape and smashes the high priest in the side of the head with it. Morgavi's eyes go unfocused as he falls, and Ridley motions to Orochi, who drapes him over a shoulder.
Ridley: Well, isn't this just the cat's ass.
Yoko: What shall we do with him?
Ridley: Simple, actually. I'm going to make him wish he'd never shown his face until he tells me everything I want to know.
Rose: About....?
Ridley: About anything Asmodeus left behind, anything he knew about me that I don't....you know, the usual. Here's to hoping he had some kind of satanically enhanced chainsaw.
Rose: I see.
With a wave of the hand, Ridley leads Pain Inc off the stage and into the back, licking his lips with the anticipation of the enjoyment he'll get from making the high priest squeal.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 15:04:15 GMT -5
Match 10: Yamata No Orochi v Jack Fury - Emperor of the Ring Grand Final Match
16 people began the quest; now only 2 remain. The show has brought a whole range of emotions to the ACW fans, but now the atmosphere is thick with anticipation. One man is about to realise their dream and carve an indelible mark on to ACW; the other will have to face the bitter taste of defeat, falling at the final hurdle.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, after 4 weeks and 16 matches we have finally reached the Emperor of the Ring Grand Final!
More cheering means that Philip has to pause slightly.
Philip: Now entering the arena, from Yokohama Japan……..Yamata No Orochi!
Orochi is the type of man who always commands the full attention of anyone nearby, but he now has an incredibly focused look on his face that silences those that see it at close range. While under normal circumstances Orochi would be booed to the rafters, the fans respect the effort and skill Orochi has shown in reaching this point, and there is a reasonable amount of cheering as he steps over the ropes, his red shades shimmering a little in the spotlights. He’s done a good job of getting rid of the pink paint, and looks fully prepared for this match as he waits for his opponent.
Then “This is Now” hits, and Fury comes out into a maelstrom of anger from the fans, who are still badly shaken and angry over his treatment of Bob earlier in the show.
Philip: And his opponent, from Greenock Scotland……..Jack Fury!
Fury shows no remorse or regret at his bloody beatdown of Bob; for him, nothing matters except the here and now, and becoming EOTR champion. Fury has proven himself to be a champion in the making, but he knows that this final match will be the toughest by a wide margin, and possibly the hardest of his career thus far. He enters the ring and squares off against Orochi; the crowd roars as the pair eye one another, dwarfing the referee who stands a little way away. All is prepared, and so the ref signals to the timekeeper to start to clock.
Bell Rings.
Fury and Orochi both favour the use of overwhelming physical strength to defeat their opponents, and they are faced with having to come up with an entirely new strategy here. They circle slowly, each trying to read the other’s intent, until the come forward to meet one another, locking up and testing their opponent’s power. They move back and forth, alternately making a little ground and then losing it again; this goes on for a minute or two until Fury succeeds in getting Orochi back into a corner where he can start to use his “fury punching” abilities to good effect. Orochi though is able to absorb many of the hits, and when Fury makes the mistake of getting a little too close, Orochi slaps his hand over Fury’s face, digs in his nails, and with a great effort steps out of the corner and gives Fury one of his modified face slams. Orochi makes a cover but is easily dislodged by Fury, who rakes Orochi’s eyes before standing up and executing a powerful belly – to – belly suplex. Fury is aware that Orochi is not ready to be pinned, so instead he kicks at him as Orochi tries to get back up. This makes Orochi more peeved, and he goes for another face – slam, but Fury kicks him hard in the gut and makes him let go. With impressive speed Fury whips Orochi into the corner and delivers a stinger splash before thrusting his shoulder repeatedly against Orochi’s chest and upper body. Orochi has to fight back, and he shoves Fury away to make room so that he can use his spinkick, his rope and wood sandals doing extra damage. Fury staggers, and Orochi powerslams Fury to soften him before using a powerbomb and making the pin; he gets a solid 2 count, and the match is finely balanced as the pair square off once more. Orochi wants to grapple, but Fury isn’t that keen, and instead he whips Orochi to the ropes. Orochi ricochets back toward Fury, who sticks up a foot for a big boot, but Orochi shows previously unseen agility and drops into a slide, catching Fury’s leg as he passes by and dragging Fury off his feet to hit the mat face first. Orochi doesn’t favour complex submission holds, but he knows how to use his raw strength in other ways and he twists Fury’s right leg, making Fury cry out briefly before his pride silences him. Fury doesn’t panic, but flips over and kicks free, and the crowd is being drawn into the match as the close contest continues.
Not wanting to give Orochi time to further develop a plan, Fury moves in and applies an armbar; Orochi tries to twist out but Fury is an expert in such matters and he moves his own body so that Orochi’s attempt fails. Orochi starts to show signs of real pain, and though with a great effort he frees himself Fury notes that Orochi was not at all happy with the situation. For now though Fury meets Orochi head on, swatting away Orochi’s facegrab attempts and laying down some solid blows to his upper body. Fury feels he is making progress when out of nowhere Orochi jumps back and kicks up high, striking Fury in the side of the head; Fury is dazed, and Orochi pulls off a fallaway slam. Fury slowly gets up from this, only to then be set up for and receive the hangman’s DDT. Orochi makes another cover, and gets another 2 count for his trouble. Deciding that more drastic action is required, Orochi lifts up Fury, and there are a few gasps as he executes a military slam that sends Fury out of the ring. Orochi steps over the ropes and makes his way to Fury, who has been slightly winded by the chest – first landing. Orochi grasps Fury by the hair, leads him to the metal guard rails next to the entrance ramp, and rubs Fury’s face back and forth across the bars; Fury grunts, and Orochi uses an apt Sidewalk slam before walking back toward the ring. The crowd is stunned, however, to see Fury spring back up almost immediately, and Fury rushes forward to tackle Orochi into the ring post. Orochi;s head hits, and he slips down to one knee; without hesitation Fury climbs up the post, and there’s a roar from the crowd as Fury uses one of his rarest and most spectacular moves – a top of the post moonsault. Such a move is very risky for a man as large as Fury, but its effect is devastating – Orochi’s eyes glaze over, and when Fury gets back up after a few moments he has no problem rolling Orochi back into the ring. Fury pins, but in his hurry he neglects to note his proximity to the ropes, and Orochi saves himself by getting a foot on the bottom one. Fury curses and pulls Orochi up to a standing position – he tries for another suplex but Orochi resists, and then pushes Fury away like a petulant child. Fury isn’t pleased, and the pair glare at one another before locking up once more.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 18, 2004 15:06:22 GMT -5
Fury and Orochi have a common problem – moves they favour which would floor a smaller opponent in one hit are of little use here. As the pair grapple, Fury thrusts 2 fingers into Orochi’s windpipe and forces him to break the hold; Fury holds out an arm very straight and then spins his body to smash the arm into Orochi’s neck, increasing the damage. Orochi gasps briefly for air, and Fury locks in a sleeperhold with his large, muscular arms; Orochi tries to pry him off but Fury’s arms are set like concrete. Orochi looks to be in big trouble, but he has a counter plan; he bends forward, using his slight height advantage to lift Fury off his feet, and as Fury’s legs dangle in reach Orochi hooks them with his arms and then runs toward the post, running up it and falling backward. Even though Fury tries to release the sleeper Orochi still has his legs, and Fury is crushed; Orochi tries to pin staying in position, but the ref sees him using the post for leverage and will not make the count. Looking slightly miffed at this, Orochi gets up and uses his Fireman’s carry to knee neckbreaker combo in the centre of the ring; he pins, and gets a count of past 2 when Fury kicks out. Fury is starting to live up to his name – Orochi has made most of the running thus far, and Fury will not tolerate this any longer. Fired by his passionate Celtic temper, Fury launches into a furious burst of punching; Orochi attempts to defend himself but this time Fury will not be stopped, and a final thunderous right hook brings his opponent down. Fury back off a little way, waiting, watching…..he’s observed Orochi recovering from moves carefully, and now he puts this to good use, looking out for the precise moment he needs. That moment comes when Orochi is on one knee; with a yell, Fury dashes forward and nails the shining wizard. There’s a cry of surprise from the crowd, and Fury pins straight away; he gets 2.5 from the ref as Orochi breaks out of the hold.
With his momentum built up, Fury doesn’t want to lose it; he drags Orochi right up and hits his evenflow DDT. This time though Orochi rolls aside before Fury can pin, and exits the ring. Fury is determined not to let Orochi take a rest and follows him; Orochi retreats around to the announce desks (or rather what’s left of them) and there he and Fury resume battle. Fury is still fired up, but Orochi sees a way to use this; he taunts Fury, dodging the resultant blows this way and that, before slapping on his facehold and slamming Fury on top of the destroyed announce table. The crowd winces, and Orochi returns calmly to the ring – Fury gets up, and although he’s in no danger of missing the crucial count he has little pieces of wood stuck in his back. Fury has to put on a turn of speed to get into the ring without Orochi stomping him, but he manages it, and his thoughts return to the expression on Orochi’s face when he experienced the armbar. Fury assumes that Orochi will be familiar with the holds that he has used in the past. So he needs an alternative….and an interesting possibility presents itself to him. This idea however has to be temporarily put on ice as Orochi is back on the attack; Fury’s thoughtful period has given Orochi a chance to get in close, and he nails a strong tiger suplex. Again Orochi pins, this time hooking the leg, and a 2.5 count is his reward. As he gets up, however, Fury rolls away, regains his feet, and comes in with a Yakuza Kick. Orochi doesn’t fall, but that was never the idea – Fury draws on his experiences in Japan, appropriately enough, and locks Orochi into an Octopus Stretch, the favoured technique of his former friend Brian Carnage. Fury doesn’t have Carnage’s consummate skill, but what he does have is strength and determination, and the pain is written in 72pt wingdings all over Orochi’s face. Orochi flails and fights against Fury, and although he escapes he holds his back, the after effects clearly visible in his posture and expression.
Both men have already completed 2 matches before this one, and the effects are now becoming crystal clear; neither has much gas left in the tank and everyone senses that the match is approaching its conclusion. Nevertheless both men are still unbending in their determination to win, and the battle moves around the ring as they trade blows and search for a winning edge. Orochi manages to set up and hit his doublearm DDT, earning a 2, but straight away Fury hits back hard with his Hell’s Fury finisher. The impact is huge, but Orochi manages to raise a shoulder just before 3. Undeterred, Fury looks to use his Fury Bomb, but Oorchi thrashes and frees himself before Fury can complete the move. Fury tries to back Orochi into a corner, only for Orochi to come right back at him and use his Kusanagi no Tsurugi. This time it’s Orochi who almost gets the 3 count and the crowd is on the edge of their seats waiting to see who will finally come out on top of this truly Herculean battle. Orochi continues his attack, pulling out his Orochi – Naga, but despite the immense blow to his head Fury still manages to get his arm up once more. The pair separate, and each is faced with a difficult dilemma – they have used their strongest moves, but still they cannot defeat one another. It’s Orochi who makes the first move, reasoning that since only two things – the universe and human stupidity – are infinite, that Fury has to give eventually if he just keeps on the pressure. With this in mind Orochi goes for another Orochi – Naga, but as he lifts Fury, Fury struggles and drops down behind Orochi and hits him from behind with a clothesline of epic proportions. With Orochi down, Fury sets up and locks in his Texas Cloverleaf; Orochi’s eyes widen in pain, but he absolutel refuses to tap despite Fury’s vehement requests for him to do so. After about 2 minutes of this Fury abruptly releases the hold, and before Orochi can get up he collects him and produces a highly accurate reproduction of Orochi’s own Orochi – Naga. Fury pins without even drawing breath, and Orochi is just that little bit too dazed to break out before the 1-2-3 count is awarded.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner…….and ACW’s Emperor of the Ring 2004……..Jack Fury!
Neither Fury nor Orochi are able to move for several moments after the bell; the referee comes to check on both men, and slowly they rise to their feet. Orochi and Fury stare for several more moments until Orochi turns and walks away; there’s no handshake, but neither is there ongoing animosity; merely an acceptance of each other’s undeniable class as professionals. Orochi may have lost the match, but he has proved beyond all doubt that he is a top class competitor in his own right regardless of his other alliances, and he is able to walk away with his pride intact. Fury walks around the ring until the referee raises his hand; mixed in with the usual heel heat is an undercurrent of admiration from the fans, and an acceptance of his worthiness to hold the EOTR title. As Fury walks up the ramp he plays to his role, revelling in the shouting and yelling of the crowd, but it’s the unspoken dialogue between wrestler and spectator that is the most revealing element.
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