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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:29:35 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:29:35 GMT -5
Match 5: Amo the Great vs Yoko Satoshi – House of Mirrors Match (Credit: White Rose)
The Crowd cheers loudly as the lights emphasize the cage hanging overhead and they cheer even louder as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: Ladies and Gentleman, This is a special House of Mirrors match, introducing first, from Okinawa, Japan, please welcome Yoko Satoshi!
"Flower Of Carnage" hits and Yoko comes from the back to the wall like boos from a crowd that is hostile towards her. She shrugs is off and gives a half smile and calmly walks to the ring with a sense of purpose. She gets in the ring, stretches a bit, and takes her corner. The boos turn to cheers as Philip begins to speak again.
Philip: And next from Los Angeles, California, please welcome Amo the Great!
"Magnificent Seven" hits and Amo comes out from behind the curtain to a loud pop. Amo pauses and poses and he receives a massive pop from the capacity crowd. He walks down the ring slowly, giving a high five or two and poses one final time at the base of the ring before entering it and taking his corner. Philip exits the ring and the Cage is slowly lowered to the complete approval of the crowd. Yoko shoots a cold stare right towards Amo as the cage is set on the ground, he responds with a cocky laugh and the Referee calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Yoko and Amo circle each other slowly, their images become distorted and misshapen in many mirror panels on the sides of the cages. After a bit of cautious circling they engage in a collar and elbow tie-up, but Amo uses his superior size and strength to force her backwards into the nearest mirror on the northern end of the ring, causing it to crack a little. Yoko winces a little, but then she smiles a bit and pulls a small sliver of glass from her back and casually throws it to the side. A bit of a red stain appears from the back of her uniform, but the cut does not appear to be very deep. The circle each other slowly again and they engage in another collar and elbow tie-up, but this time Yoko uses her speed to slip behind Amo, kick his left leg so that he is forced to kneel on one knee, and then she gives him a dropkick from behind that rams his head between the ropes and barely cracks the eastern mirror. Amo gets up and turns around, his head is cut a little, but there is little or no blood flow from it. Yoko smiles sadistically and walks forward, intent on taking Amo down. Amo notices Yoko’s charge and in an act of instinct goes for a back body drop, but Yoko counters by slamming his face into her knee. Amo clutches his nose and Yoko takes this opening, turns around, and jumps in victory, "accidentally" kicks Amo in his reportedly awesome groin. Amo’s face turns red and suddenly his nose becomes the least of his worries and in tremendous pain he clutches his groin and falls face first to the mat. Yoko takes advantage of this, moves back a bit, but then runs forward and gives him a leg drop to the back of the head.
The two combatants are still close to the eastern mirror when Yoko locks in a half Boston Crab onto Amo. Yoko wrenches and stretches his leg backwards as the fans cheer on Amo with all their might, but Amo spurred on by the fans and his own reflection glaring back at him from the opposite mirror, breaks out of the move in a burst of primal strength and launches Yoko forward head first into the eastern mirror. Yoko’s collision into the eastern mirror causes a huge crack to expand completely up the center and cuts a rather small gash across her nose. Yoko turns around and holds her face with her hand, but then she looks up at Amo who looks completely infatuated with himself in the mirror, her usual sadistic smile turns to a fierce scowl and she charges towards him from behind, but he sees her approach from the western mirror and moves out of the way and locks her in a full nelson from behind. Amo uses his awesome strength to forcefully control Yoko and try as she might, she cannot break the hold. Amo forces Yoko forward and rams her head into the western mirror causing a large crack to spread all throughout the mirror, but it does not break. Yoko now has several cuts on her forehead and her blood is flowing freely now. Yoko searches her mind for a counter as Amo begins to give a cocky laugh and finally it comes to her and she gives him a noticeably intentional back kick to the groin. He releases the grip on his hold and Yoko turns around and in his weakened state he gives no resistance as she puts him in position for the Piledriver, but she one ups that assumption when she hits a jumping Piledriver and Amo’s head bounces off the mat. Yoko picks Amo up and goes to Irish whip him into the nearest turnbuckle and when he staggers out of the turnbuckle, clutching his back, she hits him with a running dropkick.
Amo recovers surprisingly quickly from the dropkick, but as he gets up he is hit by a poetic Evenflow DDT. The fans boo loudly and start to chant "Yoko Sucks", but Yoko smiles sadistically and ignores the fans. Amo is picked up to his feet by Yoko and put in the Piledriver position yet again, but Amo realizes that he is close to the south mirror and then he musters up his strengths and back body drops her into the panel, shattering it completely and utterly. The glass panel shatters and it falls towards the mat in thousands of pieces . Yoko falls to the mat before the glass and narrowly misses landing on her neck. Amo carefully maneuvers himself towards Yoko who is in the middle of the glass and as he bends over to pick her up, she locks in a drop toe hold and makes him fall into the class cutting his arms a legs quite a bit. Yoko gets to his feet seconds before he does and goes to hit the Flying Guillotine on Amo, but Amo uses his raw power to grab her, sit her down, and then hit her with the Amo Driver. As both combatants fall in the center of the glass the fans start a "Holy Shit" chant and unlike sometimes, this is warranted. Yoko and Amo both lie in the middle of the glass, Amo with pieces of glass in his back and along his arms, Yoko with a tiny shards of glass all along her head and torso. They lie there prone in their mixture of blood for quite a bit, slowly but surely they begin to climb to their feet. They finally make it to their feet and they trade punches back and forth towards the other side of the ring, but this ends when Amo uses his brute power to lift Yoko and hit her with an outstanding Gorilla Press Slam.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:30:45 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:30:45 GMT -5
Amo sees this as his chance to escape, he heads towards southern side of the cage which is the only exit currently. Amo begins to climb and is starting to taste victory, but Yoko is getting to her feet and she looks as if she will stop it nothing to win the match. Amo climbs about halfway up the cage when Yoko runs up the turnbuckle closest to Amo, springs off of it, and spears Amo off the side of the cage. The fall from that height is usually not deathly painful, but tonight it is magnified by the glass below to the point where it feels like a piece of Hell. Both Amo and Yoko land on their backs and Amo seems to be bleeding as if one shard cut him deep in the back. The fans renew their "Holy Shit" chant and Yoko staggers to her feet and rolls free of the glass. While Yoko is pulling glass from her wound, Amo is beginning to stir and as he gets about halfway to his feet, he realizes that he is cut incredibly deep in his back. He staggers forward and sees no less than 4 Yoko Satoshis, Amo knows that it is not wise, but he believes that if he is indecisive it could cost him the match. Amo thinks quickly and throws caution towards the wind and charges hitting the Northern mirror panels and shattering it completely. Glass falls all around Amo as he bounces of the panel and holds his face, which is bleeding profusely, but as he staggers forward Yoko, who he just barely missed, charges forward and hits him with the Flying Guillotine that makes him fall face first on the glass again. Amo shakes and rolls in pain, but only succeeds in cutting himself more and more. Yoko gets to her feet and begins to climb the Northern side of the cage. Yoko is exhausted and climbing the cage is proving harder than she thought. The fans begin to chant "Amo! Amo!" and he starts to get to his feet and climb the cage. As Yoko makes it three-fourths of the way up the cage, but Amo has quickly climbed up and he grabs Yoko by her ankle, stopping her progress. Amo climbs up even to Yoko and they trade punches back and forth as the crowd cheers deafeningly loud. Amo winds up and begins to hit the Seven, he lands one gigantic punch, but Yoko returns with a punch oh her own. Amo hits 5 more big punches in succession and the crowd is going crazy with their obscenely loud cheering. Yoko is hanging on by one hand and then Amo winds up for one more big punch, but suddenly Yoko rears her head back and then she blows out a thick red mist right in Amo’s face. Amo clutches his eyes and falls from nearly the top of the cage back into the glass. With the red liquid running down her chin and the fans booing loudly, Yoko smiles and then leisurely climbs down the side of the cage.
Bell Rings
Philip: The winner of this bout, Yoko Satoshi!
The cage is quickly lifted off of the ring and paramedics and trainers from backstage come in the ring to attend to Amo. He is holding his eyes in terrible pain and bleeding from numerous cuts in the back. It appears as if he has lost sight in his eyes. The paramedics attend to the glass stuck in various places of Amo’s body and then the Trainers help him backstage where he can be treated for the cuts on his body and that mysterious red liquid. Yoko gives a sinister little schoolgirl giggle to herself as she walks calmly backstage.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:34:07 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:34:07 GMT -5
Segment: Championship Material (Credit: TNT)
Kevin Anderson is shown walking down a hall way....then going up to a door with the sign T-N-T, the audience immediately spits in half with jeers and cheers.
Anderson takes a deep breath and knocks lightly on the door, then knocks harder...
….suddenly the door flies open and hits Anderson in the front of his face and upper chest knocking him down.
TNT: Whoa, whoa, whoa junior, what the hell you standing in peoples’ doorways for? huh? you stupid or something?
TNT seemingly reaches to help Anderson up and Anderson puts a hand up but gets it slapped away.
TNT: Jackass, I want the microphone, so the fans can hear the most charismatic voice in ACW, you stupid prick.
TNT snatches the microphone, and nudges Anderson back down with a small kick.
TNT: Lets see, lets see, So you were gonna interview me before my big match in a lil bit huh? I guess you were going to ask how I was feeling and all that emotional crap, I'll tell ya how I'm feeling you stupid jackass, I'm feeling great! I mean a match where anything goes, anywhere, it’s my kinda match, I picked it, because I won that match last monday by defeating both Kross AND Jakie in the same match. I'm put in the same situation tonight, but like I told you, I will pull through. First Jakie, I don't get this guy, I don't know him, I don't care about him but I just seem to wonder, who in the blue hell is this guy to be trying to fight TNT? I mean he's not entertaining and does nothing but LOSE to guys like me! Then we have Kross, the MOST religious of them all! Praying everyday! getting that unknown source of energy, and yet, I still 1 up them all. Let’s recap Shall we? First week I whooped both of their asses. Kross was in the middle of the ring, Jakie had just been RKO'd and he was laying in the middle of the ring and look at me! Standing tall with that Lightweight Title in my hands raising it above my head.
Crowd Boos.
TNT: Then the NEEEXT week, we have TNT vs Jakie with the Pale Rider as the Special Ref, there ya see Kross is busted up with by Ridley earlier on, but who gives a shit! Be a MAN!
Clip shows TNT RKOing Jakie with great height.
TNT: Look at that, look at the height people! 2 weeks in a row! baby! woo!, I mean, either one of those Jackasses tonight will feel the R-K-O, by T-N-T, and make no mistake about it, you're LOOKING at the New Light-weight Champion....
TNT throws the mic down and leaves to a rather large pop.
Fade Out.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:36:11 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:36:11 GMT -5
Match 6: Jakie vs TNT vs Champion Kross – ACW Lightweight Title Match – Falls Count Anywhere
The lightweight title competition always provides a memorable PPV event, and the next contest looks particularly promising as Philip gets the ball rolling.
Philip: The next match will be a triple threat, falls – count – anywhere contest for the ACW Lightweight title! Introducing first, from Dover NH……..Jakie!
”Headstrong” thunders into the arena, and the fans are up and raving as Jakie blazes through the curtain. He’s clearly ready to take the fight to both his opponents, and he only briefly acknowledges the fans at this stage as he’s trying to maintain his focus.
Then “Away” by Mercy Drive hits, and the fans’ reaction is divided into loving and loathing as TNT strides out into the spotlights.
Philip: The next challenger, from Chicago Illinois……….TNT!
”God’s gift to ACW” struts to the ring; he’s here to win, no question. No further clarification is needed as he slides into the ring, pacing around both Philip and Jakie and totally owning the place.
Finally, “Vater Unser” reunites the crowd, who whoop and cheer in anticipation of the champion’s arrival.
Philip: And last but by no means least, from the Vatican City…..he is the reigning ACW Lightweight Champion………Michael Kross!
Kross has managed to acquire a new staff since Warfare; he confers his blessing son the fans without undue hurry, making his opponents wait for him as he makes his way to the ring. Carefully he puts down his cross and removes his cloak before entering the ring, and the crowd hypes up big time as the three meet one another’s gaze. Although they all have very different facial features, one desire now unites them; the will to win. The ref makes his final checks, holds up the belt, and since this match is likely to roam he holds on to it to present to the eventual winner.
Bell Rings.
Everyone’s eager to make a positive start to the match and a 3 way fight kicks things off. TNT finds himself sandwiched between Jakie and Kross, neither of whom have appreciated his comments leading up to this match, and he’s the first to be knocked to the floor. Kross hits a flipping leg drop and covers, but if anyone was expecting a 2 on 1 contest it isn’t going to happen; Jakie drags Kross off and suplexes him away before turning his attention back to TNT, attacking with a stream of rapid punches as TNT gets back up. TNT though isn’t going to put up with this; he’s been putting in many hours at the gym to back up his verbal prowess, and the effects show as he strikes Jakie with a very fast string of kicks both high and low. Jakie takes a hard shot to the head and is open for an attack, but Kross is more concerned with not getting caught out by TNT and as Jakie falls back Kross steps in to take his place. Kross is not the largest wrestler in terms of either weight nor height, but this means there’s less of him to hit and TNT doesn’t score with 100% of his shots, allowing Kross a chance to sweep TNT’s foot on the floor while the other is still moving in midair. Kross backs up, then clotheslines TNT as he rises….only to have exact same thing done to him by Jakie as he turns around. Jakie’s feeling the vibe from the fans; as both Kross and TNT stand and move in, Jakie backs away to the ropes, jumps up, and leaps forward into a long – distance twisting crossbody that takes down both his foes at once. Jakie pins Kross as he’s closer, and gets 2 before TNT pulls him off. TNT’s had enough of doing things the normal way, and he throws Jakie out through the ropes to make the match mobile. Kross runs past him and moonsaults over the top rope on to Jakie, and TNT raises an eyebrow before calmly stepping out and following the other two at his own pace.
When TNT arrives, Jakie and Kross are merrily slugging it out. TNT saunters up and cracks their heads together while they’re engaging one another, drawing some heat, and makes a pin on Kross that gets close to 2. TNT doesn’t just want to win this match, he wants to dominate it, and so he reverts into his new favoured kicking style, busting out roundhouse kicks that can strike both his foes at once. Jakie in particular gets angry at TNT’s cocky behaviour – he blasts forward, spearing TNT against the apron, but this also knocks down the ref and makes a cover pointless. TNT shoves Jakie away anyway, and turns just in time to see Kross rushing along the guardrail toward him; quickly TNT pulls Jakie back and makes him take the brunt of Kross’ dive. Pulling himself out from the resulting dogpile, TNT sees that both Kross and Jakie are now stunned; with the ref also down, TNT grins, grabs a chair from under the ring, and places it in position on top of Jakie who is slumped up against the apron. With a quick flip to the crowd, TNT delivers a massive 2 legged – Vandaminator into the chair and Jakie; TNT’s fans give a huge pop, but the rest of the crowd boos and is not that pleased. The ref is just about back with it, and TNT makes a cover which gets him a solid 2 before Jakie kicks out. With his foes recovering, TNT taunts them and heads for the back – Jakie and Kross don’t need any further encouragement and TNT is caught out slightly by the speed of their reaction as all 3 men scrap together and disappear through the curtains into the backstage hallways of the arena.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:38:19 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:38:19 GMT -5
The raging battle sweeps along the corridor; TNT is finding new strength, riding a high from his performance so far, and with a yell he picks up Kross and throws him at the nearest door. Kross crashes through it; Jakie attacks TNT from behind and the pair swap blows as they move into the room. Both, however, are almost caught out by the low friction of the tiled floor, and as TNT puts Jakie’s lights out with a monumental punch he skids across the damp tiles and grabs the first thing that comes to hand to stop himself falling on his ass.
There’s an extremely loud scream; TNT turns, and gets an eyeful of…….well exactly what we’ll never know, since the steam from the showers condenses on the camera lens and hides the significant details. But it’s fair to say, AK isn’t that pleased to see TNT pulling open the door to her cubicle when she’s in it.
AK: What the heck? TNT!! GET OUT, YOU PERV!
The cameraman pulls out a handkerchief and cleans the lens, but the brief delay is long enough for AK to pull on a silk bathrobe (much to the disappointment of some audience members). TNT, meanwhile, smirks and shrugs.
TNT: Ahh, calm down sugar…….you ain’t got nothin’ I haven’t seen before. Oh, and have you even considered getting a Brazillian done, cause damn woman, it’s like a forest down there….
Now then, for all you gentlemen viewing this, I want you to imagine what your girlfriend’s reaction would be if, say, you borrowed her car, went out, got drunk, tried to drive back….and crashed it. Into her parents’ house. At 3am. And when they found you, you were only wearing a party hat……but not on your head.
And then you tried to chat up her mom.
Now multiply that by all the rage of the FIRES OF HELL….and you still won’t be all that close to visualising how angry AK is at this point. But it’s a start.
AK storms up to TNT and her hand flashes through the air as she aims a huge slap at his cheek; TNT just smirks again and catches her hand…..but is then tackled to the ground by Kross. They struggle on the floor, and TNT bangs his head against one of the cubicle walls.
TNT: AHH! FUCK IT! STUPID FUCKING WALL…..
AK: Ugh, you’ve got a filthy mind and a filthy mouth as well TNT…..
AK steps aside from the struggle, and that’s when she sees it. She looks into the cubicle…<br> At TNT…..
At Kross….
At the cubicle…<br> At TNT….and a highly devious smile breaks out across her face.
AK: Kross, quick – Ankle Lock!
Kross is still tangled up with TNT, but he hears AK and rolls through to apply the lock, leaving TNT on his chest on the floor. AK heads into the cubicle, picks something up and then comes back to crouch just out of TNT’s reach. She shows TNT what she has, and TNT goes a fascinating shade of red.
TNT: NO WAY! You wouldn’t DARE!
AK: Are you going to apologise, TNT?
TNT: For what?! I’m TNT, BITCH, I do and say what the hell I want!
AK smiles sweetly.
AK: Oh, Krrrrroooosssssss……..?
Kross has seen exactly what’s going on, and with a rather unsaintly grin he wrenches sharply on TNT’s foot. TNT yells………and gets a mouthful of “Totally Tropical” peach and nectarine scented soap. TNT spits it out and is literally foaming at the mouth.
TNT: You…..YOU UTTER CUNT! SUCK MY-
AK: KRRRROOOOSSSS?
Kross gives it his all, and TNT gets another cleansing.
Kross: REPENT, SINNER, REPENT!!
The crowd is falling about laughing, as is Jakie who has come around thanks to TNT’s bawling. A small gathering is also forming outside the door, and from their ranks Amo pushes through with a high quality camera in his hand. He’s also clearly been freshening up after his match as he’s only wearing a towel around his waist; the cuts to his body are still visible, and his eyes evidently rather sore, but this is too good an opportunity for him to miss.
Amo: Stand back, commemorative photographer coming through!
By this point TNT is trying to get free, but Jakie is now on hand to help keep him in place and he adds to the effect by locking his hands around TNT’s upper head and pulling back. Amo carefully lines up the shot, so that the broadcast camera shows him from the back and everybody else face forward.
Amo: Ok, everyone say cheese!
TNT: Oh, you TOTAL BAST-
Amo’s camera flash goes off as AK shoves the soap in TNT’s mouth one more time. There is also a secondary, unexpected effect; Amo’s towel decides to call it a day and drops to the floor, giving everyone a flash of a kind they hadn’t expected. All the ladies cheer, and AK raises an eyebrow. Amo looks down, and then grins.
Amo: Hey…..want to see a special pose, girls? I’m going to use ALL my muscles.
Again the audience has to fill in the blanks themselves, since all they can see is Amo’s pert buttocks, but the rousing round of applause from the spectators suggests that it’s a stirring sight.
AK: Amo, I think now I can die a happy woman.
Amo laughs and recovers his towel.
Amo: All in a day’s work for the great one……I’m going to get dressed and then upload these to the web.
At this point Ginger finally turns up to see what all the fuss is about.
Ginger: All right you lot…..those of you in a state of undress, go and sort yourselves out. The rest of you……back to work!
The little crowd disperses in seconds, and Kross and Jakie also heed their employer’s advice, lifting TNT up and throwing him out of the door as the match at last resumes properly.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:41:04 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:41:04 GMT -5
TNT’s form in the early part of the match has shown Jakie and Kross that they can’t afford to let up their attacks for a second. As the battle moves out into a more open part of the backstage area, Jakie gives TNT a back body drop on to the concrete, and TNT only just gets out of the way before Kross can hit a standing moonsault to add to the effect. Kross lands hard, and TNT rolls him up only to be thwarted by Jakie. The three way contest is making it hard for any one person to make sufficient inroads with another to go for a realistic pin or submission, and TNT decides that he has to even up the odds. With this in mind, he targets Jakie first and doesn’t mess about; Jakie gets a DVD into a cinderblock wall, and with his head bleeding slightly TNT gathers him up and dumps him into an open packing case, slamming the lid and pushing over a nearby stack so that they topple on to the first, blocking the lid completely. TNT smirks and turns around – straight into a superkick from Kross. The crowd watching in the arena roars, and Kross pins; he gets 2.5 from the referee before TNT throws him off, mightily pissed off. Kross retreats, clambering up the unstable stack of cases that TNT pushed over. TNT follows, and they swap blows, but the stack is wobbling, and just as Kross gets TNT set up for a stomach breaker, he’s forced to abandon this and jump away as the boxes tumble down. TNT also escapes, and the pair lose sight of one another; the next thing TNT sees as he stands on solid ground again is Kross leaping toward him from a more solid stack of boxes. Kross’ gamble pays off; his dragonrana hits and the crowd cheers loudly as the ref counts 1,2…but just before 3, there’s a loud noise, and Kross is walloped by Jakie’s feet as he kicks the entire side panel of his packing – case prison away; in the chaos Kross has inadvertently tried to pin TNT in exactly the right (or wrong) place. Kross rolls away, and Jakie “steals” the pin – 1,2 – TNT kicks this time, and looks livid as he hurls Jakie away and stands back up. All 3 men look at one another, and then they all attack at once; blows are traded between all 3 as they head for the nearest door, and a blast of air swirls through the storage area as the battle heads outside.
The floodlit parking lot has been very quiet until now, but this is shattered as the lightweight contest makes a grand entrance. Kross is stepping up the pace, and he barrels through the door dragging TNT by the head, slamming him head first against the hood of the nearest vehicle. Kross keeps bashing TNT’s head, but is stopped when Jakie runs in from the rear, across the top of the car and half slides, half dropkicks Kross in the chest. Jakie rolls the pair of them over as they fall, into a pin; he is awarded a 2 count before Kross breaks free. TNT is still angry at Kross and jumps up into a spinning heel kick, sending him flying back against another car; TNT quickly slams Jakie on to the hood of the first car before returning to Kross and pulling him up on to the roof of the second. The crowd yells as TNT sets up and superplexes Kross backwards on to the trunk of the second car; a big dent is made and both men roll off. TNT pins, and Kross just about gets his arm up before 3; TNT curses, having been convinced that this would seal it. But now TNT has a bigger problem; Jakie rushes back over and lays down his biggest punches, and TNT is in real trouble as Jakie gathers all his remaining energy and sets TNT up for the Jakie driver. By doing this, though, Jakie has his back to Kross; Kross drags Jakie away and speedily hits his own Redeemer. Jakie falls, and Kross covers – the ref counts, the crowd is on their feet, but then from behind TNT staggers in, bodily lifts Kross up off of Jakie, and slams him down. Jakie is trying to stand, and TNT hops on to the nearest car and shouts a torrent of abuse. In his dazed state Jakie charges in, leaping on to the car – and is hit with a perfect RKO, sending both men through the glass of the back windshield. The audience cries out, Jakie’s out of it, and all TNT has to do is cover….but something in his mind clicks, and TNT rolls out of the glass a split second before Kross comes crashing down from the car roof for the divine wrath. The impact is huge, but it makes no difference to Jakie, and only makes Kross clutch his chest; covered with little cuts, TNT rolls Kross out on to the boot and collapses on top of him, and Kross doesn’t have enough left to break out before the ref’s hand falls for 3.
Philip: Here is your winner…..and NEW ACW Lightweight Champion……TNT!
The backstage crew has spilled out into the parking lot to witness the end of the match, and they all applaud TNT as the ref hands him the belt. TNT has picked up the win both through his own skill and knowledge of his competitors, and although of course he still has his trademark cocky smirk behind it there is real pride at his achievement, and at having put on a good match. He raises the belt up, and those around as well as in the arena applaud; they continue to do so as a sore Kross and Jakie extract themselves from the wrecked car. Kross is disappointed to have lost his title, but he reminds himself that all material rewards are fleeting, and he’s satisfied with his night’s work. Jakie too looks a bit down, but there will be other titles and other matches – he’s been a champion before, and knows that he will be again. So in their way all 3 men are in good spirits as they leave, and Jakie and Kross grin as they head off to see what the graphics technicians have done with Amo’s photographic mementos of the match.
TNT, meanwhile, will never look at a bar of soap in the same way again……
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:42:55 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:42:55 GMT -5
Segment: Consummation (Credit: Ridley)
The Demon Pit is dark again as the screen returns to it, but the goings-on inside are evident. It's easy enough to make out Ridley's form seated on the throne with both arms around Rose---who's perched on him, slowly rolling her hips back and forth in a constant rhythm, and letting out a slowly-building progression of moans.
The camera pans around the two, looking up close from the side. Both are relatively covered, as Rose has Ridley's cape draped around her, but it's unmistakable as to what they're doing.
Rose: Oooh....ooooh YEAH, baby....
Ridley: I thought I told you not to quote RDK....
Rose: Shut up and fuck me, Ridley.
Ridley: Yes, ma'am.
He accompanies that with a grin and a thrust that inspires Rose to squeeze both her eyes shut and bite down hard on his shoulder. A rivulet of blood runs down one of Ridley's biceps from Rose's teeth, and he responds by running his long, forked tongue over the side of her cheek and digging it slightly into her ear.
Rose: Mmmmmm.....
She starts accelerating her motion, to the point where she's almost rapid-fire bouncing. The constant movement shakes the cape to where it looks like a cloud of black smoke, and Rose digs her nails deep into the back of Ridley's head (right at the grid part).
Rose: GOD....yeah, baby, come on....
Ridley doesn't say anything; he's simply breathing hard and concentrating on doing his half of the job, but he DOES have enough presence of mind to maintain his playful side.
Ridley: Wow....I'd forgotten how much I missed this...
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Outside the Demon Pit, Yoko, Orochi, and four druids are sitting with their backs to the wall, looking bored, if not slightly annoyed, while Rose's voice penetrates the doors.
Rose: OH, GOD, I'M COMING!!! YES!!! YES!!! YEEEESSS!!!!!
Yoko: Unwanted celibacy sucks.
Druid 2: Indeed.
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Back inside, Rose collapses down on Ridley, having arched her back into one final, triumphant thrust, and breathes heavily into one of his ears as he lies back, both of them glowing with satisfaction.
Ridley: ........I love you, you know that?
Rose lights a menthol and blows a puff of smoke between his eyes.
Rose: Of course I know that.
Ridley: Get out there and put his fucking eyes out, Alexandra. And remember, if Skurai does anything...untoward...I'll be there.
Rose: I will.
She grins and gives him a wink before standing and heading into the restroom to get redressed. Ridley lies back in the throne, his cape draped over him, both hands behind his head, and sighs deeply.
Ridley: Perfect. Love and massacre, all in the same night. Things couldn't go any better.
He has no idea……..
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:46:21 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:46:21 GMT -5
Match 7: Jack Fury vs Champion Macho Man RDK – ACW International Title Match (Credit: BK London)
The Macho Man cometh; you can hear it in the crowd…..
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the International Championship, making his way to the ring from Greenock, Scotland, Jack Fury.
As "This is Now" by Hatebreed hits the arena fills with boos as Jack Fury makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. As the crowd boos Jack Fury he pays no attention as his main focus is on the International Championship. He plans to beat Macho Man RDK and to take his International Championship. Jack Fury slides in the ring and he stands in the ring with a look of concentration in his eyes as he waits for Macho Man RDK.
Phillip: Coming to the ring from Yellowknife, Canada, the International Champion...... Macho Man R-D-K.
As RDK's remixed theme hits an RDK chant starts all around the arena as the crowd can't wait for RDK to make his way through the curtain. Finally he walks through the curtain and onto the stage, he can barely hear his own thoughts with the crowd chanting his name over and over again. RDK stops at the stage and he stares at Fury from the stage, he then removes his sunglasses and he stares at Fury from the stage. Back in the ring Fury is telling RDK to bring it on and RDK runs down to the ring and he slides in. He drops his belt in the ring and he immediately goes after Fury, the referee signals for the bell and the match is on its way.
Bell Rings.
RDK and Fury exchange blows and Fury gets the upper hand, he gets RDK on the ropes and he whips him into the opposite ropes. As RDK bounces off he explodes off the ropes and hits Fury with the Lou Thesz Press, Macho then follows up with a few punches to the face and the referee gets RDK off of him. Fury gets up and RDK kicks Fury in the gut and he hits him with a Scoop Slam. Fury holds his back and he gets up again but this time Macho takes Fury out with a clothesline over the ropes. Fury falls to the outside and he bounces the back of his head on the steel barricade. Macho is about to go on the outside but the referee stops Macho and he tells him to wait in the ring. Macho moves back and he slides out the opposite side of the ring and he walks over to Fury. He then commences to Mudhole Stomp Fury on the outside and Fury is becoming exhausted quickly. Macho picks up Fury and he bashes his head on the apron. Fury falls to the ground and the referee is at the count of 6 but Macho rolls in the ring then rolls back out. Macho picks up Fury and he hits him with a hard chop to the chest. The entire crowd goes "Woooooooooo" as Macho does this and Macho proceeds to do this again. He does it two more times and then he throws Fury back in the ring. Macho slides in the ring after and he covers Jack for the pin but Jack kicks out. Macho keeps his cool and he picks up Fury and he tosses him in the corner. Macho attempts to hit Fury with a Running Shoulder Attack in the corner but Fury moves out of the way and Macho goes shoulder first into the corner. Macho is in a lot of pain and Fury rolls out of the ring and he picks up Fury's hurt arm and the slams it into the ring post as Macho was still in the position.
Macho rolls out of the corner holding his arm and Fury goes up on the apron. He does a cut throat taunt and he almost takes Macho's head off with a rarely done Slingshot Leg-Drop. Macho is motionless and Fury covers Macho and he hooks the leg only to get a 2 count. Fury is frustrated and he locks in a Fujiwara Armbar on Macho's injured arm. Macho screams in pain as Fury increases the pressure on his arm and he extends the arm back. Macho lifts himself up with his other arm and he rolls out of the hold and he does a nip up. Macho then proceeds with a Mahistrol Cradle on Fury by surprise. The referee counts one-two-th--- but Fury kicks out of it. Macho and Fury get up and Macho attempts a Backslide Pin on Fury but Fury resists and now it is time for the battle of strength. Both superstars pull each other to put in the Backslide pin but they are both at a stalemate, Fury gets an idea and he lets Macho win but he flips over Macho and he lands on his feet. Fury then hits Macho with Hells Fury to a big surprise to the crowd because no one saw that coming. Fury covers Macho and the referee slides but Macho's shoulders and he counts one, two, thr--- but Macho gets his bottom left foot on the bottom rope. The referee stops the count and he tells Fury that he saw his legs on the ropes. Fury becomes pissed and he picks up Macho. He puts Macho in Suplex Position and he raises him in the air. Fury keeps him in the air and the blood quickly rushes to the head of RDK. After 10 seconds Fury drops Macho on his back and he floats it over into a pin but as the referee is making the count Fury lifts RDK's shoulders off the mat.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:47:20 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:47:20 GMT -5
The referee asks Fury, "What is he doing?", but Fury responds with "He kicked out". Fury picks up Macho and he whips him into the corner, Fury backs up into the opposite corner and he runs and attempts the Stinger Splash but RDK catches him in mid-air and he brings him down with a Rock Bottom. Macho rolls to the side and he holds his injured arm as Jack Fury lies motionless in the ring. The referee sees both of them down and he begins to count for the Double Count Out, and if they are double counted out Macho still retains his title. As he reaches 3 Macho and Fury are still out on the ground. The referee reaches to 6 and Macho crawls over to Fury and he puts one arm over him. The referee counts one-two-thr--- but Fury barely kicks out. Macho rolls over to the ropes and he uses them to help him stagger to his feet as Fury does the same. As they both get up they slowly start exchanging blows, then as Fury attempts one punch Macho blocks it and he delivers a punch of his own. Fury tries it again but with the same result, finally a surge of energy powers through Macho and he really takes it to Fury. Fury stands dazed and stunned as Macho bounces off the ropes, he attempts a clothesline but Fury levels him with a Big Boot. Fury covers Macho but Macho kicks out again. Fury is now pissed as hell and he waits for Macho to get up. Macho slowly makes his way up to a vertical position and Fury turns Macho around and he takes him down with a Rockbottom of his own. The crowd boos Fury and Fury has an evil smirk on his face, he hooks the leg of Macho and the referee counts one-two-thre--- but Macho Man kicks out at the last second.
Fury is infuriated and he slides out of the ring. He goes to the outside and he tosses Phillip off of his chair and the picks it up and folds it. Fury walks over to the ring and the referee rolls out of the ring and he tries to stop Fury but Fury shoves him out of the way, the referee hits the bottom of the announcer table and he hurts his back, Fury attempts to enter the ring but Macho takes him out with a Baseball Slide to the chair in his face. Fury falls to the outside and Macho goes to the outside and he throws him back in the ring and Macho returns in the ring. Macho picks up Fury's legs and he locks him in the Sharpshooter. Fury tries to endure the pain but he begins to tap, but sadly there is no referee in sight. Macho drops Fury's legs and he goes to the outside to revive the referee, Jack rises to his feet and he sees the chair. He grabs onto it and he slides out of the ring. As Macho is trying to revive the referee Jack hits Macho with a hard chair shot to the back. Macho passes out on the announce table and Fury throws down the chair and he throws Macho in the ring. Fury then picks up the referee by his shirt and he tosses him back in the ring also. Fury slowly slides in the ring and he gets up as Macho is out cold on the ring. Fury walks over with a cocky strut to Macho and he gets on his knees and covers Macho. Fury thinks he has got it wrapped up in the bag, the referee counts one-two-thre--- but Macho kicks out to his surprise. Fury looks at the referee and he tells him that was a three but the referee says it was two. Fury picks up Macho and he sets him up for the Fury Bomb but Macho hits Fury with a backbody drop. Jack Fury gets up holding his back and he turns around, then out of nowhere Macho hits The Macho Slam on Fury and he falls on him. The referee counts one-two-three and Macho wins the match.
Phillip: And the winner of the match and STILL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, Macho Man R-D-K!
Macho rolls out of the ring and he falls on the ground. The referee raises him up and he awards him the International Championship, Macho holds up the belt as he walks up the ramp being held up by the referee and the crowd is on their feet applauding both superstars' performance. Jack Fury is definitely disappointed with this loss as he sees Macho's arm being raised in triumph.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:49:49 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:49:49 GMT -5
Segment: Farewell, for the moment (Credit: Orochi)
In the Chairman’s Office, Ginger reads through the hand-written letter in his hands, methodically making marks on it with a pen before looking up at the figure standing before him.
Ginger: A resignation, huh? That's pretty professional of you, given the people that work here.
The camera zooms out and pans over to include Orochi towering over and partially obscuring Ginger from view.
Orochi: Yeah. All right. Good luck with all this.
Ginger: Where to now, if you don't mind my asking?
Orochi: ...China, I think.
Orochi reverses, and heads for the door, but Ginger speaks again as he reaches for the doorknob.
Ginger: But what about Pain Inc, have you talked to Ridley? What about your tag team, what about everyone else?
Orochi turns his head to the side as he responds, not even warranting eye contact.
Orochi: What about them?
Ginger: Don't you think you owe it to them to personally explain your leaving?
Orochi: I was never here to make friends. And I never intended to participate in any of the drama, and empty violence. This is almost completely a joke; the tiny fraction of the "sport," if you can call it that, was all that kept me here this long.
Ginger frowns as his brow furrows.
Ginger: I see. Will you be coming back?
Orochi doesn't respond immediately. Instead he looks back at the door before him, and down at his hands. With a breath, he turns to face Ginger again;
Orochi: Not as I am now.
And with that, before any further words can be said, he's out the door.
Fade Out.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:51:59 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:51:59 GMT -5
Match 8: BK London vs Latino – Street Fight (Opening Credit: BK London)
The crowd is still trying to take in Orochi’s announcement as the ring is set up for the eighth match, but their attention snaps right back to the centre of things as Philip lifts his mic, ready to go to work.
Philip: This is a singles match under streetfight rules, set for one fall! Introducing first, from New York…………….Latino!
”I stand alone” hits, and the crowd sounds not at all happy to see Latino as he heads to the ring. His eyes are dark and do not reflect any light back, making them seem all the more sinister; Philip stays well back as Latino enters the ring and paces about, determined to finish the job he has started…….
…but this isn’t going to be easy, and the fans are already getting louder as the lights in the arena go out.
Phillip: And making his return to the ring from Brooklyn, New York………….B-K London !!
"Breathe" by Fabulous blazes through the speakers and the crowd are on their feet giving BK London the biggest crowd reaction of the night so far. The fans have been waiting for his return ever since the accident on September 30th; on the titantron it shows B-K London's new entrance video pulsing in time with the beat of the song. Suddenly a light shines brightly from the stage and BK London's shadow is shown as he stands with one arm in the air with a kendo stick in his hand. As the lights return to normal BK London turns around and reveals his new look; during his absence he has grown in muscle mass and he has changed his ringwear, the BK London logo now outlined in white on otherwise black tights. BK walks down to the ring looking focused and concentrated; he climbs up on the apron and he places the Kendo Stick in the corner. BK climbs up to the top rope to get a standing ovation from the crowd. BK finally steps down and he hops over the top rope and both Latino and BK exchange glances. BK then shows a very slightly evil smirk and the referee signals for the bell.
Bell Rings.
For all his fighting talk, London isn’t about to get into a brawl with Latino straight off; Latino makes a move forward, but London keeps back. Latino smirks and taunts London…and gets a sudden powerful blow in response when his guard is down. Now the fight proper kicks off; Latino whips London to the ropes and goes for a spinebuster, but London counters it and turns the momentum against Latino to bring him down on his front. London starts stamping Latino on his back, forcing Latino to shift away, but this does not discourage him and Latino comes right back in with a swinging kick that knocks London back into a corner. Latino charges in for a turnbuckle splash; London raises a boot to counter but Latino responds by jumping up high and performing what looks like a kind of top – rope bronco buster. Latino then starts punching London in the head, but London ducks and pops up behind Latino, hooks his arms so they’re back to back and then drops on to his knees, swinging Latino down and forward so that he is driven head – first into the canvas. London makes a cover, and gets about 1.5 before Latino kicks away. Both men regain their feet and now Latino is in his element; he brawls like a true streetfighter, pummeling London with short sharp jabs…..and then he sees London’s “toy” still in one of the corners. With London halted for a second, Latino runs in and snatches up the Kendo stick; he takes a swing, and London evades by rolling backward. Latino though is ready for this, and he mentally calculates where London will be before jumping and spinning, swinging the stick at the same time. Latino’s mental math is excellent, and the crowd audibly winces as Latino breaks the stick in half across London’s forehead, leaving splinters in the flesh.
London is not amused by this; he’s a touch wobbly as he gets up, but this doesn’t stop him from launching a ferocious counter attack, driving Latino back to the ropes and then producing one of his favoured combinations; a snapmare which blends smoothly into a strong dropkick. London drops and covers, and almost gets 2, before Latino rolls him over and hammers away on his face whilst using his own weight to hold London down (albeit that his shoulders are still mobile). London eventually shifts Latino off, and the pair jump up and charge one another again; London clotheslines Latino, but Latino flips right over backward to his beet and then nails London with a superkick as he turns to execute his next move. The crowd boos, but Latino just flips them off and piledrives London to set up a pin of his own, which is good for a 2 count. Latino’s keen to make the most of this, and again he makes use of the turnbuckle by using a released german suplex to send London back into one of them. As London slumps, Latino slides out of the ring; he pulls London so that his head is dangling over the apron, and the crowd reacts with alarm as Latino climbs back up…and delivers the Houston Hangover to the outside, almost snapping London’s neck in the process. London collapses out of the ring, and Latino looks under the ring for a weapon, but he’s just slightly too close to his foe and this lets London roll over, grab Latino’s leg and wrench it from under him so that Latino falls and smashes his face on the apron. Latino rolls clutching his nose, and London bundles him back into the ring, taking a chair with him, and clatters Latino on the back a couple of times before rolling him up. Latino is still in some pain, and his eyes blaze with anger as he breaks out. The metaphorical gloves are off, and from here on in it’s no longer a game….it’s war.
Latino slides out of the ring; London chases after him and swings the chair, but he misses and a tug of war ensues over the ropes, the result of which being that Latino drags both London and the chair over the ropes and down to the outside. Both men are determined to retain the weapon; it seems that Latino has the upper hand, but then London changes tack and uses the chair as an extension of his arms, whipping Latino against the steps. London runs in to dropkick Latino, who is in possession of the chair, but Latino moves himself out of the way and lets London hit both the chair which he holds out and the steps behind. London yells from pain in his feet, and Latino smirks at the worried faces of the fans in the front; he moves in on London as he stands up and then swiftly executes a Russian Legsweep that drives London’s head into the corner of the steel. The fans cry out, and London is seen to be bleeding a little; this though delights Latino, and he yells abuse at some of London’s fans as their hero tries to right himself. The camera zooms in on London, and the look on his face shows a man at the end of his tether; Latino turns and sees this same look, and for a second his cockiness falters. Despite this, he lays into London once more with a few punches and then sends him hurtling toward the barrier; but London is ready for this, and with amazing agility he leaps on to the barricade and jumps away in a single movement to hit Latino with a moonsault. Now London’s fans are revived, and chants of “B-K! B-K!” rock the arena. Spotting the dropped chair, London hastily picks up Latino into a fireman’s carry and slams him down on to it, before completing the move with a standing SSP to huge applause. London slaps his chest and bellows “COME ON!!”, and the crowd responds with all their heart and soul as Latino pulls himself to his feet, anger and hate surging through him more with every second.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:54:00 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:54:00 GMT -5
The punching and kicking resumes, and Latino pushes London around the side of the ring until they’re in view of the announce tables. Latino is getting the upper hand in spite of London’s legions of supporters, and he taunts them all as he batters London against one of the ring posts. As he’s doing this, however, Latino is distracted by something and this give London a moment to fight backwith chops to the chest before using a swinging backbreaker. As London hops up to the apron and goes for a diving elbow drop, the cause of Latino’s faltering is shown to be a certain Miss Kitsune, who’s sitting on the guardrail next to Philip and evidently discussing her little brush with TNT (judging by the Cena – esque “You can’t see me” hand wave that she’s doing). She watches the match, but her expression is hard to read, and she show no bias toward or against either competitor. Her presence though is clearly needling Latino; having got up from London’s attack he looks to be heading over to find out what’s going on, but London interrupts from behind and scoops Latino up before slamming him on to the guard rail. Latino rolls off and makes the front row abandon their positions, but as London approaches Latino pops up and delivers a diamond cutter on to the barrier that London can’t block. The crowd cries out, and London has difficulty as he tries to stand, wobbling away from Latino; Latino smirks and leaps on to the barrier, runs along it and dives into a spear – only to meet the now dented chair which London has picked up and swung at the last second. Latino’s flight is abruptly stopped, and as the crowd cheer London decides that it’s time to wrap things up.
Quickly, London dives under the ring and pulls out a table; he sets it up and dumps Latino on to it before heading to the corner. He climbs to the top and raises both arms; the distance is a bit of a stretch for London To Brooklyn, so he improvises with a springboard from the ropes into a 450 splash. The table’s destroyed and both men almost are as well; it’s many seconds before a battered London gets to his feet, rolls Latino in to the ring, and pins. Many think it’s all over…..but Latino throws up his arm just before 3, his experience now coming into play and helping him overcome these kinds of impacts. London thumps the mat, but he’s even more surprised when Latino rights himself and shouts at him to goad him again; London’s had all he can take of Latino’s attitude, and with a yell he charges forward. Latino firms up and London bounces off, slightly dazed; Latino then picks up London and delivers a brainbuster suplex before following that with a leg drop. Confident that London is sufficiently stunned, Latino goes to the corner and signals for the frog splash; cameras go off and he gets huge air, slamming down on to London and staying there for the pin. The ref is inches from 3 when London responds, and his fans are beside themselves; Latino curses, and with care he picks London up and starts to set up for the vertical suplex. But as he puts London under his arm, London springs the trap; he twists the arm and kicks Latino in the gut before firing the Revolver. The fans are screaming “PIN! PIN!” London isn’t done; he rushes to the corner and the roof shifts a bit from the vibration as he signals for his Brooklyn To London finisher. There’s only the briefest pause before he takes flight, and he sails gracefully in perfect rotation….but there’s nobody home as he lands, with Latino shifting at the absolute last moment. London’s head spins, and this time he can’t counter as Latino sets up and hits one triple vertical, two…..London struggles, but Latino’s will is unshakeable and the impact is staggering as he nails the third and final vertical. London takes a powerful blow to the back of his head, and is too out of it to respond in time as Latino pins and gets the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner…….Latino!
The crowd is obviously disappointed with the result; they boo Latino furiously, but he just stalks around, glaring at London before turning away. There’s no celebration, which is odd considering the tension that existed between the pair, and Latino doesn’t seem to know how to react. As he turns back toward the centre of the ring, expecting to see the ref, but instead he sees AK waiting for him. Latino folds his arms and glares.
Latino: So what do you want?
AK just looks at him; her eyes do not give any clue as to how she’s feeling.
AK: I just came to see a great match, and that certainly was one. Congratulations.
They continue to look at one another; AK waits for a reply, but none is forthcoming. So instead she turns away to where London is picking himself up, rubbing his head; she bends down and takes his hand, helping him to stand. London looks hugely disappointed, and his shoulders sag, but AK keeps hold of his hand until his eyes meet hers.
AK: Hey, are you ok? That was one heck of a match you just fought.
London: Yeah, no permanent damage.
Latino is still watching this; he remains impassive, but behind the blank look a flood of emotions are jockeying for position. London glances at Latino, and then shrugs.
London: I gave it my best…I have no regrets.
London turns around to the crowd.
London: I just want to thank all my incredible fans…..did you guys enjoy that?
The response is immediate and thunderous, and London grins.
London: Then what more can I say? Turning to AK: I’m going to head back and cool off….
He offers her his hand and holds down the middle rope. AK and Latino’s gazes meet for just a second.
AK: Yes, I’ve got to finish getting ready…..I have business of my own to take care of.
She takes London’s hand, and they leave the ring, two friends together, nothing more. Yet Latino can’t take his eyes off them as they walk away, and only when they’re out of sight does he leave the ring himself, head down and clearly struggling with some significant turmoil within.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:56:12 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:56:12 GMT -5
Match 9: Alexandra “White Rose” Kaesar vs Champion Skurai – ACW World Title Match – Last Man Standing
The show has been going on for well over 2 hours now, but still the crowd shows absolutely no signs of flagging. Which is good…because the next match promises to take them places they’ve never been before.
Philip: Ok everyone, this is the sharp end of the card……I don’t believe that I need to tell you to fasten your seatbelts for this one. This is a last man standing match…..and it is for the ACW World Championship! The match can only end when one or both participants are unable to answer a 10 count from the referee…..in the event of a tie the current champion retains their title.
”Scars of Time” hits as Philip finishes speaking, and the crowd almost physically jumps from their seats about 5 feet in the air…….
Philip: Presenting first, the challenger…….from St Petersburg, Russia…….Alexandra Kaesar, the White Rose!
A blizzard of rose petals floats down around the stage as Rose walks out to an enormously loud reception (it’s difficult to classify it as positive or negative); she’s unhurried, but her eyes gleam with pure energy. She’s ready to give Skurai the biggest match of his life, and a lesson he’ll never forget.
Rose reaches the ring, and after she’s circled it once or twice the lights die, and “New Noise” shakes the foundations as the champ approaches the entranceway.
Philip: And her opponent, he is the current ACW World Champion…..from Sacramento California, Skurai!
The fans boo Skurai; they’re been less than impressed with his tactics and were rather pleased to see him receive a modicum of payback earlier. If there was ever love in Skurai’s head or heart, it’s gone now, and he flexes his muscles in readiness to do some severe damage. Skurai enters the ring and the ref takes the belt and holds it up; there’s only the briefest pause before Skurai jumps forward, swinging a punch, and the ref waves quickly for the start as the crowd roars.
Bell Rings.
Despite this sneak attack from Skurai, the match actually starts rather slowly. Both Rose and Skurai keep their distance at first before locking up; Skurai looks to apply a chickenwing on Rose, but Rose twists free and gives Skurai an armbar of her own. Skurai breaks out, and they tentatively lock up again, pushing one another back and forward across the ring until Rose gets Skurai in a headlock. Rose compresses Skurai’s neck with considerable pressure, and it takes a fair bit of force for Skurai to extract himself. Rose has always been considered to be the technically superior wrestler of the two, and now Skurai decides that he won’t defeat Rose by playing the match her way, so he puts on a burst of speed to try and knock Rose down, however Rose turns this to her advantage and armdrags Skurai to the mat before applying a wakigatame. Rose smiles as Skurai grimaces, but again Skurai frees himself and comes back on the attack, using speed once more to surprise Rose and spear her to the ground. Skurai tries to lock in a sleeperhold, but Rose is too savvy for this and she gets away and regains her feet. As Skurai approaches again she uses a full nelson hold to slow the pace back to one more of her liking before converting this into a slam. Rose too has a secondary plan, and while Skurai is down Rose starts to work over his leg with stomps and then an elbow drop to the knee; this is the last thing Skurai can afford to allow to happen, and he kicks upward making Rose jump back. Skurai pushes up on one hand back to a standing position and then charges Rose again; Rose slips aside and Skurai heads for the turnbuckle, but he runs up it and flips over, spinning and continuing his charge so that this time a clothesline connects. The crowd boos, but Skurai just laughs and flips them off as Rose rises once more.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:57:48 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:57:48 GMT -5
The pair lock up again and Rose tries to reach Skurai’s leg, but Skurai keeps it away and forcefully DDTs Rose into the mat. Shifting into his natural territory of power moves, Skurai slams Rose down once, then twice, and Rose only just recovers in time to escape a third. Instantly Skurai’s back on the case, and he attacks with a barrage of vicious blows that force even the hardened Rose to back off into a corner. As she puts up her defences, Rose is aware that Skurai is determined to batter her into unconsciousness; it’s as brutally simple as that, and her best chance now is to try and do the same thing, only faster. With this thought in mind, Rose switches gear and an all out brawl commences, Rose using her left – handed punches to strike Skurai on the side of his face less toughened up from competition. Gradually she forces him backward until they’re in the centre of the ring again, and she nips around the back to use her dragon suplex; the ring ropes shake, and the ref’s double count reaches 3 before the pair right themselves once more. Skurai isn’t going to stand for that, and he battles back using a hip toss on Rose before trying to set up for a piledriver. Again Rise gets out in the nick of time, but Skurai won’t be put off and he whips her to the ropes so that she runs straight back on to a big boot. Rose staggers back, and Skurai grins before slapping on a chokehold and slamming he with extreme prejudice into the canvas. Skurai paces about and waits for Rose to stand, taunting her, but this is a dangerous game to play and Rose is already formulating a counterplan; the crowd is getting rowdy, and they express themselves loudly as Rose thunders forward to meet Skurai head on.
Skurai is knocked down by a huge crossbody from Rose; Rose rolls through to the ropes, jumps up and hits a stunning moonsault to do further damage before Skurai can get up. This time it’s Rose who waits, and the ref gets to 4 before Skurai stands up, now looking rather narked with things thus far. More punches and kicks are traded between the two before Rose spots an opening; she goes to use her doublearm DDT, but Skurai unhooks himself and then uses Rose’s own move on her instead. This annoys Rose no end, particularly as Skurai’s execution of the move lacks her finesse; leaping back up she barges past the ref and promptly shows Skurai and everyone else how it should be done. It’s another 4 count before Skurai stands again; Rose dashes in and suplexes, but Skurai hooks the ropes with his feet and stops Rose from completing the move. He then gets his feet down on the outside of the ropes, grabs Rose by the neck and drops off the apron, jarring Rose against the ropes. Rose clutches her neck as she gets up, and isn’t quite quick enough to evade the returning Skurai who hits her with a senton splash from the turnbuckle. After a count of 5 Rose is up; the smirk on Skurai’s face makes her temper flare, and she nails Skurai with a running enziguri that gets a good pop from the crowd. Skurai is being driven by adrenalin though, and he’s quickly back up – he drives Rose back into the corner, taunting her to make her attack and not notice where the fight is going, and then out of nowehere hooks up and delivers the 500 channels, having tricked Rose into climbing up as she attacked him. The impact is massiv e, and Skurai watches closely as the ref begins his first serious count of the night. At about 6 Rose stirs, and she’s back on her feet at the 8 count. This doesn’t last long, however – Rose is standing next to the ropes, and with a flash of a smile Skurai hurtles forward with a clothesline so powerful that it tips both parties up and over to top rope to land in a heap on the outside.
The momentum is still very much with Skurai, and he intends to keep it that way; without pause for thought he whips Rose into the steel steps. Advancing on Rose, Skurai watches for any surprise attack and when confident that none is forthcoming, he picks Rose up and drops her on to the protective barrier, back first. Rose rolls off holding her back; Skurai bends toward her, his eyes suggesting that he’s considering stealing a kiss…but the image of an irate Ridley snaps his focus back to where it ought to be. Skurai picks up the steel steps and places them on top of Rose, making the crowd somewhat uneasy; with a twisted smile he climbs up to the nearest corner and jumps up for a 450 legdrop. The crash makes an appalling sound, and as the camera moves closer it’s clear that both competitors have taken substantial damage. The ref counts, and both pull themselves together to answer it by seven. Their fury undimmed, Skurai and Rose throw punches and kicks at one another, heading slowly back toward the announce desks; as they draw level, Skurai sneaks in a DDT and the shoves Philip out of his chair, hitting Rose in the back as she crawls toward the timekeeper’s position. Rose is just about there as Skurai lines up for a headshot, and at the last second she turns and blocks the shot by hitting Skurai in the face with the ring bell. Old wounds are reopened and Rose smiles as the blood flows freely down Skurai’s face. Skurai tries to stand, but Rose gives him another hit to the back of the head; she leans against the announce table as the ref counts, but as the count hits 4 she has another idea. With the ref still counting and Skurai down, Rose heads to the ring, pulls out a table and places it at an angle (still folded) close to the announce desks, where Philip is now standing waiting for the match to conclude. Skurai only manages to fully stand again at 8; he sees Rose, and with a roar of anger he charges toward her with intent to gore. Rose waits…..and at just the right moment, pulls a startled Philip into her place and jumps aside. The unfortunate Philip gets first hand Skurai experience, and the pair crash not only through the table but through the barrier as well, scattering the crowd all over the place and making those not directly involved cheer wildly.
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Samhain
Oct 16, 2004 14:58:56 GMT -5
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 16, 2004 14:58:56 GMT -5
Rose doesn’t let the moment slip; she barrels into the crowd and recommences her attack. An entire block of the seating in the front has to clear out as Rose and Skurai fight their way further from the ring; they rip out seats and hurl them at one another in between bouts of punching, and the odd suplex or slam for good measure. Some of the crowd have smuggled in extra beer; Skurai sees some abandoned bottles and breaks a couple over Rose’s head before helping himself to one as Rose gets up. Rose isn’t impressed to see Skurai drinking on the job, and she punishes him by going around back and locking on her dragon sleeper. Skurai tries to get rid of her and stumbles back toward the ring, climbing on to a chair and throwing himself off backward in a final effort to dislodge his foe. This is successful, but the damage is done and Skurai looks a bit woozy as the pair move back through the gap in the barrier. Now moving in the opposite direction, they fight their way slowly up the ramp, giving the fans there a close up view of some stunning moves including a back body drop from Rose to Skurai on to the guardrail, and a sharp snap suplex by Skurai which takes full advantage of the metal ramp to do maximum harm. At the very top of the ramp, the fighting peaks; both let loose with all their inner fury and rage, and Rose goes for the Mark of the Rose to the metal to finish it….but Skurai breaks away, backs off…..and fixes Rose with a terrifying smile.
Skurai (softly): Fly with me, Rose….
It all happens in a second; Skurai’s charge is blisteringly fast and there’s nothing Rose can do to avoid it. The pair do actually appear to hover for a moment before dropping down as they did previously, and the crowd screams; the ref runs in, and as the camera closes in behind him both Skurai and Rose are seemingly out of it in the dark area below the stage. The ref counts, but it’s doubtful whether either has anything left to give; then at 7, something stirs, and Skurai staggers out bloodied but on his feet. 8, and all else is still; Skurai smiles, and the crowd is on the edge of its seat; 9, and it’s all over…..but then there’s a sign of movement, and Rose walks out slowly but surely to stop the count and amaze everyone. The foes lock eyes, and then Skurai gives a “come on” signal before darting into the back; Rose is after him like a shot, and there’s confusion for a moment as the arena camera is out of cabling and unable to follow……
After a few moments the roving camera switches, on, the picture bouncing as the crew race to catch up. Crashing noises ahead tell them they’re on the right track, and they burst through one set of doors to the parking lot just as Skurai and Rose hurl each other through a second set, leaving one door hanging off its hinges. The ref cautiously follows; neither Skurai nor Rose will yield but it’s clear that neither has much left in the tank. The damaged vehicles from earlier are still in place, but Skurai pays them no heed, as he’s spotted something much more interesting – the Pain Inc Limosine. Skurai is now totally out of control; his punches come in a blur, and Rose’s defences fail her as he mercilessly smashes blow after blow into her head and upper body. A final RKO takes Rose down, and the ref counts again……this time it looks like Skurai has done it, but at eight he bends down and picks Rose up. He looks upward, and the camera follows his gaze to a first – floor gantry for loading and unloading. Skurai gives a manic laugh, and throwing Rose over his shoulder he climbs up with all his ninja ability. He slaps Rose to awaken her, just enough to see what’s about to happen, and then prepares for the 500 channels…..the fans are off the chart yelling and shouting, and Skurai raises his hand, signaling for the end – but at that moment, Rose’s eyes snap open, and she smiles to the camera for just a second. And then Rose, still being held in position by Skurai, frees her arms, arches her back and kicks away; Skurai falls forward as Rose unbalances him, and it’s he that strikes the roof of the limo first…..
The roof caves in, and then all is silence. The ref doesn’t know what to make of it all, so he simply does his job, and counts. It’s eerie as his voice alone is heard, everyone else struck dumb, and as he gets to seven it seems the pair have pushed each other literally over the edge. Eight, and still nothing; nine…….
And then very slowly the nearside door of the car opens. Weakly it’s pushed aside, and nobody even dares breathe……
….Until Rose painfully lifts herself out and stands unsupported just in time to hear the ref give Skurai the 10 count as he lies in the back of the car. Then the arena practically self destructs, and an only just conscious Philip has to turn his mic to maximum to make the announcement, even as he’s being attended to by the EMTs (the man’s a pro, after all.)
Philip: Here is your winner…….and NEW ACW World Champion, Alexandra Kaesar!
The referee hands the title belt to Rose; she looks at it, and a single tear of joy slides down her face. She does not notice the dark shape of Skurai rising ominously in the back of the limo….
Skurai: You may have the title, Rose, but now I have YOU.
Skurai grabs Rose and hauls her back into the car, slamming the door behind him. The camera can’t get high enough to see what’s going on through the hole in the roof, but Rose’s screams can be heard from within. A torrent of backup refs charge to the rescue, but before they get close to the car there’s a massive rumble of thunder, and the crowd goes mental as the floodlights in the parking lot simultaneously blow out, sending glass all over the place. The camera swings around, and just about manages to catch Ridley in its backup light beam as he storms up to the Limo and vaults in through the hole in the roof.
Ridley: HONEY, I’M HO – OME!!
The limo starts rocking wildly, and it’s hard to tell from the noise exactly what’s going on, although it’s evident that Ridley is beating the living hell out of Skurai. After several moments of this, the nearside door opens and Rose tumbles out, looking breathless but now extremely happy; Ridley yells something indistinct from inside the car, and Rose shuts the door again, then scoots around and pops open the trunk. She looks rather surprised at what she finds there….but then grins and pulls out what looks like a large glass tank. The camera zooms in, and several members of the crowd scream as it’s revealed to be full of large and angry looking scorpions. Rose closes the boot and climbs on to what’s left of the roof; Ridley sticks his arm up in the air and waves it until Rose puts the lip of the tank into his grip. Ridley takes the tank inside, and now Skurai’s screaming really kicks up several notches.
Skurai: GOD! NO! PLEASE…..NOT DOWN THERE…….
There’s a little more screaming, and then Ridley calmly opens the door and steps out. A druid materializes from the shadows and gets into the driver’s seat, and the wrecked Limo pulls away taking the unfortunate Skurai and his “bedfellows” with it. Rose has totally forgotten about the belt, but Ridley picks it up and hands it back to her before they kiss passionately, and then head back to the Demon Pit hand in hand for Ridley to prepare for his match.
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