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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 15:50:46 GMT -5
Segment: Latino / TNT Video Highlights (Credit: TNT)
In the arena, the Tiantron is once again flickering with a video segment. The screen flashes with the words.....Hellbound Heart.
Announcer: It will be a Steel Cage match!!
Image of TNT suplexing Jakie off the top rope and Jakie doing a backflip landing on top of a chair....for the 1...2...3, and the black and white image and cocky smirk from TNT....Image roughly scrambles....to the post ppv Meltdown...
Gingerdude (who is sitting at his desk): I regret to inform everyone that, ACW Superstar, TNT, has turned his back on the alpha championship wrestling...he purposely went on AMERICAN Championship wrestling and disrespected this company.....It is not known, when he'll be back....but he will be stripped of the lightweight title, if this continues....
Image shows rampway, where TNT comes out to a shower of boos with the lightweight title drapped on his shoulder.
TNT: ...I didn't leave ACW, just yet! I'm here tonight, to challenge anyone...that thinks they are so good...that they can defeat, the very talented....T-N-T!
Latino's music is played and the crowd goes wild, as TNT looks shocked.
Latino: Look holmes!!! I'm 100 percent A-C-W!! and that is Alpha Championship wrestling ese!!!
TNT: Latino doesn't have anything against TNT, so what if he’s international champ, I'll take that belt away from him too, just like I did with this piece of crap belt. Maybe he'll be man enough to fight me at Winter Discontent....
Latino: ....yeah..TNT, that lowlife, you know what? I'm going to wipe the floor with him ese, and I'll easily defeat him at Winter Discontent, hell, I’ll let him have his choice of a match!
TNT:...... Well, since the Mexican let me choose, I choose Steel Chair Symphony!!
WINTER DISCONTENT
Several Images are flashing to when both men, use the steel chair so much....until the end....TNT jumps off the top turnbuckle and in an attempt to mock Latino tries for a frogsplash, but Latino rolls out of the way in the nick of time. Latino staggers to his feet and picks up the nearest chair right before hitting TNT with it twice. He drops the title on top of TNT and scales the top rope himself and the crowd goes wild with anticipation. Latino jumps off the turnbuckle with a picture perfect frogsplash of his own. Latino manages to not bounce off and he keeps on top of the chair for the pin, the Referee counts 1…………2………..3. The Referee calls for the bell as he raises Latino’s hand.
TNT: I'm telling you Latino....you got lucky...
Latino: I beat you in your own match ese....just like I said I would....maybe....we should have a final encounter...at...lets see....Ragnarok?!
TNT: Ragnarok? No damn problem...I can beat him this time, I guarantee it!!
Latino: It will be a NO DQ 60 Minute IRON MAN MATCH!
Music to "Nothing Left" Begins to Play
"I will Fight....."
Latino's Face is shown...
"...Til there’s Nothing Left"
Latino Screaming and holding up the international title
"....Til my legs are gone..."
Latino Struggling to get up, bloodied
"....You won't forget me"
Latino doing the frog splash...
"I will Fight"
TNT is shown furious
"....Till there’s nothing Left"
TNT doing the Vandaminator
"....Just to see you fall"
Latino falling out of the ring very hard, after a superkick from TNT
"...I'll make you fear me...."
TNT doing the Air TNT
" And every time, you think that I'm gone..."
TNT RKO's Latino
" I Come back STRONGER!!!!!!...Come back Stronger!"
Latino with a vicious chair shot
"...and Every time you think that I'm gone...
TNT hits a capture suplex
" I come back Stronger!!....and run you into the Ground!!!
TNT hits the RKO…..
The scene ends with music fading...and Latino posing in his lowrider, with the belt, ever so shiny...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 15:51:58 GMT -5
Match 5: Latino vs. TNT – ACW International Title No-DQ Iron Man Match (Credit: Wyvern)
ACW fans always seem to get their money’s worth, whether it is at Warfare, Meltdown, the PPVs, or even Fallout. With that, the crowd is satisfied already with tonight’s matches, and knowing the matches that are yet to come will make them nervous that Ginger will raise ticket prices, to match the quality of the shows. However, the crowd puts that thought on the backburner, as a clock appears on the Titantron, to a large pop from the crowd, as it signifies what is to occur next. They also give a large ovation to Phillip, as he walks into the ring with his trusty mic in hand, ready to get the much - anticipated match underway.
Phillip: The following match is a 60-minute, no disqualification, Iron Man match, for the ACW International Title! The rules are per standard no DQ matches, with pinfalls and submissions the only way to score a fall on the opponent. The person who scores the most falls in 60 minutes is the victor! Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, standing at 6’6” and weighing 225 pounds, TNT!
”Away” by Mercy Drive barely hits, before it is almost drowned out by the chorus of booing of the boisterous TNT, who emerges from the entranceway….in a custom lowrider!. The grin on his face is only compared in stature to the size of his ego, as he drives down the ring, confident that he will become the next ACW International Champion. A fan that is standing in the front row, is holding a sign that reads, “Latino is drunk, and so am I”. TNT gets out of the car, walks over to the fan, and rips the poster out of his hands, and tears it to shreds, throwing the scraps in the fans face. Ignoring drunken death threats and boos, TNT slides into the ring, and proceeds to taunt the crowd for a few moments, then proceeds to wait for the champion to appear.
Phillip: And his opponent, hailing from New York, New York, standing at 5’9” and weighing 240 pounds, the current ACW International Champion, Latino!
”Lowrider” by War is essentially white noise in the background of the berserk crowd reaction Latino receives as he emerges from the back, with his hard-earned title slung over his shoulder. He takes his time going down the ramp, eyeing the egotistical TNT as he taunts him from inside the ring. Keeping calm, Latino slaps hands with the fans on his way to the ring, and he slides into the ring, and hands the belt to the ref for safekeeping. The ref raises it up in the air, and passes it to a ringside attendant to keep it in a safe place. The referee then calls for the bell.
The bell rings.
The clock has started on the Titantron, signifying the beginning of the hour these two competitors will be locked into a battle of endurance. Latino and TNT circle around each other at mid-ring, exchanging some heated dialogue, most of which could never be hoped to be aired on live television. TNT starts to taunt Latino, which Latino grows tired of, and throws the first punch, which TNT dodges, and laughs. Latino throws another punch, which the cocky TNT cannot dodge, and the match’s first successful attack has been landed. Latino moves in an lands more blows onto TNT, to a positive reaction from the crowd. After a few blows have been landed, TNT catches one of Latino’s punches, and kicks him in the midsection, quickly hitting a DDT in the process, stopping Latino’s early onslaught. TNT picks Latino up by the hair, and whips him into the ropes. He catches Latino when he rebounds, and hits a belly to belly suplex. He goes for a quick cover, looking to get an early advantage in the grueling match. 1…2….kick out by Latino, and both men are on their feet again after a short breather by TNT. Latino gets going, with a quick running shoulder tackle, knocking TNT into a turnbuckle, and runs the ropes looking to hit a quick Switchblade Cut, but TNT pushes him away. TNT taunts Latino, and the infuriated Latino charges TNT, only to be denied of getting to him, as TNT escapes to the outside.
Latino is quite irritated by TNT already in this match, seeing how TNT is trying to eat up time in the match, as well as gain a psychological advantage on Latino, by toying with his frustrations. However, Latino isn’t going to wait for TNT, and he heads outside, where TNT rushes at him, knocking Latino into a ringpost. Latino slumps to the ground, and TNT taunts the fallen Latino, to a chorus of boos. A fan from the crowd nails TNT in the back of the head with a cup of cheap beer, and this sends TNT into a frenzy of anger, and threatens to hit the fan who threw it, but security stops him from doing so. During this time of TNT arguing with ref, Latino starts to rebound from the impact against the ringpost, and he approaches TNT, to a pop from the crowd. Latino’s fans prove to accidentally betray him however, as TNT back kicks the oncoming Latino right in the groin, as he anticipated the fans would indicate when Latino got up, and he was correct. Latino slumps over, holding his lower region in pain, as TNT turns around with a chair in hand, and wallops Latino over the back. TNT throws the chair down, and picks up Latino. He pulls Latino over towards the chair, and nails an exploder onto the chair! Latino pops straight up afterwards, only to crash right back down, as a result of the brutal impact! TNT throws Latino into the ring and covers him. 1…2…3! The first fall goes to TNT, as a running tally is shown on the Titantron, as roughly seven minutes have elapsed before the first fall. TNT tries covering Latino again, looking to get an advantage. 1…2…3, no! Kick-out at the last instant by Latino, and TNT stomps on Latino, angered by his kick-out, pulls Latino out of the ring again. As TNT pulls him out of the ring, Latino slowly fights his way up from the onslaught from TNT, and manages to connect with an uppercut to the jaw of TNT. Latino steps a few paces back, and springs forward with a superkick, connecting with TNT’s face yet again. As TNT falls down, Latino maneuvers over to the edge of the ringside padding, and pulls it off, exposing the bare concrete underneath.
Latino moves over to TNT, and picks him up. He puts him in a Razor’s Edge, and rushes towards the bare concrete spot, but TNT manages to flip out of the crucifix position, and backflip onto the bare concrete. He taunts Latino and laughs. Latino proceeds to throw a clothesline at TNT, which TNT ducks, but is caught with a swift kick to the midsection by Latino, who had anticipated TNT’s evasion, and puts him up for a Razor’s Edge once again, and this time hits it, dropping TNT to the hard concrete with a sickening thud. Latino strolls over, and covers him. 1…2…kick out by TNT! Latino can’t believe it, and he goes right back to work on TNT, trying to soften him up for a pin. He throws TNT into the ring, and throws in a table, and some chairs. TNT struggles to get up, but he is met with a vicious chair shot by Latino, sending him into a corner. Latino quickly sets up the table at mid-ring, and places the chairs beneath the table. He walks over to TNT, and sets him up on the top turnbuckle, as the crowd roars with approval, as they know what Latino intends to do. He manages to lift TNT up, and superplexes him through the table, and onto the chairs! Both men lie on the ground, on the brink of unconsciousness. EMTs can be seen walking towards the ring, but the referee explains to them that the match has to go on, and the EMTs walk over near the entranceway, and play a game of cards, waiting for the match to end. About three minutes pass, and the fans are becoming worried that the two men are down for the count. Soon, Latino manages to climb to his feet, to the roar of the crowd. He runs towards TNT, and goes for the Last Night’s Hangover, but TNT rolls out of the way, and springs up to his feet. It appears TNT was waiting for Latino to get up, as Latino slowly gets up, and TNT rushes him to connect with an RKO, but Latino rebounds at the last second, and using the momentum of the running TNT, hurls over the top rope, with TNT crashing onto the exposed concrete. The crowd shudders, as the sound of skin scraping against the hard abrasive is actually audible.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 15:52:43 GMT -5
The crowd chants “Latino” feverishly, and Latino realizes he should try to get the best of TNT here. He runs the ropes, and sees that TNT is slowly getting up, as he executes a suicide dive, which is deftly dodged by the boisterous one, sending Latino into the first row. The fans try to revive Latino, but it proves to be a fruitless attempt, as TNT grabs Latino’s legs, and slings him over the barrier, and onto the exposed concrete. TNT pulls out a chair, and sets it up, and picks up Latino, and he goes for an RKO, but Latino squirms out of it, and spins him around, and nails a Switchblade Cut! The crowd goes ballistic at the spontaneity of the move, and Latino throws TNT over the barrier, and sets TNT onto of a row of chairs. Latino then leaps over the barrier, and mounts the turnbuckle. He leaps off looking to hit a frog splash, but a fan of TNT pulls TNT away, causing Latino to crash into the chairs! The crowd is booing with pure venom, as the TNT fan is nailed in the face by a fan of Latino’s, and a brawl starts in the front row. Security quickly comes to eject the TNT fan for his interference, and the crowd starts up an “asshole” chant in regard to the disruptive fan. However, the damage has been done, as Latino is hardly moving after the impact with the chairs. TNT squirms up, and takes a look at the crowd that probably wants to kill him for what his fan did, and he smiles. He covers Latino right in the face of Latino’s fans for a pin. 1…2…3! TNT now commands a two fall lead over Latino, after twenty minutes of the match!
The crowd is beyond pissed off at this point, and some fans come to bumrush TNT, but he luckily rolls out of harm’s way. The fans of Latino beg him to get up and continue the match, but Latino is hardly moving at this point. Not willing to take no for an answer, his fans pour water into his mouth, and stand him back up, reviving him. Latino takes a look at the Titantron, and a sense of urgency takes over. He swings over the guardrail, and sees TNT in the ring, mocking Latino with a gesture like that of rocking a baby, mocking him and his fans. Latino is very enraged, and he charges into the ring as security herds the good Samaritans back to the correct side of the barriers. TNT tries to run up and stomp Latino, but Latino spears him down to the ground. Latino lays into him with punches, and soon releases TNT from the onslaught, only to grab a chair, and he taunts TNT to get up. TNT starts to get up, as Latino swings his chair, only to be met with a chair shot that blocks his, as TNT drew a chair just in the nick of time. TNT swings his way, much like a sword fight, and the two clash at mid-ring, and they trade chair shots with each other. One after another, the blows land, but neither man is successful with taking the other man down. After a few moments of this back-and-forth battle, TNT and Latino both swing, from opposite directions, nailing each other in the head at the exact same time, and both men crumple to the ground. The crowd goes silent for a while, in wonder of how much either man can take, looking at the clock which is progressing much faster than what anyone had expected. TNT stands up first, and sets up a chair, and picks up Latino. He takes Latino over towards the chair, and kicks him in the midsection, and he runs the ropes, nailing an RKO, with Latino’s body hitting the chair on the way down. TNT leaps back up, with a renewed sense of cockiness, and covers for a pin once again. 1…2…kick out by Latino! The crowd is nearly deafening at this point, as Latino hasn’t given up yet. TNT cannot believe the resiliency of Latino, and is stunned even further when Latino makes his way up to his feet. Latino gestures that this match is far from over, and the two grapple each other with renewed intensity.
The crowd is in pure disbelief at the two competitors, who are going at it with what appears to be their energy reserves, as they are as energetic as they were when the match began, despite being bloodied and bruised. Latino wins the grapple with a knee, and suplexes TNT down to the mat. However, he doesn’t let go, in fact, he twists his hips, and delivers two more in succession, pulling off a beautiful triple suplex. Latino then moves over to the turnbuckle, and places two chairs between the gaps of the ropes in the corner. He walks back to TNT, who strikes him in the face, and tries to whip Latino into his own work, but Latino reverses it, sending TNT face first into the chairs, and Latino meets TNT with a russian legsweep. Latino starts to get pumped up, and glances over at the clock, which has just eclipsed the thirty minute mark. Latino picks up and whips TNT into the opposite turnbuckle, which TNT catches himself, and rushes at Latino once again, but this time Latino leaps up, and delivers a hurricanrana, sending TNT crashing once again into the chair-filled turnbuckle. Latino picks up TNT, and delivers a quick Switchblade Cut, sending TNT down to the mat! Latino makes a cover. 1…2…3! Latino has cut his deficit to one fall, with a little more than twenty-five minutes remaining. TNT gets up, very angry that he wasn’t able to kick out, and goes over to Latino, and low blows him. TNT runs the ropes, and looks to clothesline Latino over the rope, but Latino catches him, and delivers a belly to belly suplex to the outside, and TNT crashes through the Spanish announcing table! The crowd is reaching a very dangerous decibel level, but Latino is in a complete different world, at least it appears to be, as he climbs out of the ring, and hops down to ringside. He moves over to the wreckage at the Spanish announcing table, and apologizes to the Spanish announcers for the damage he has done, but stomps TNT shortly after. Latino picks up TNT, and goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but TNT counters, and delivers a T-bone suplex, sending Latino down onto the ground. TNT moves away from the action, as the crowd boos loudly. It appears he doesn’t like the fact Latino could come back from his deficit, and doesn’t want to give Latino a chance to do so. However, Latino springs up, and notices TNT’s retreat, and he charges like a madman towards him, and the chase heads backstage.
Upon appearing backstage, Latino loses sight of TNT, seeing only an ACW Payphone, and El Froggy Mask looking to make a call. All of a sudden, TNT reemerges from behind Latino, as he hid behind one of the backstage curtains, and he delivers a superkick to the back of Latino’s head, sending him into the payphone, and shattering the glass. El Froggy Mask realizes he was lucky he wasn’t caught in the blow, and hops away in the most expedient way possible. The ref finally catches up to the two, and tells TNT to go back to ringside. Latino starts to get up, bleeding quite profusely from the cuts from the shattered glass. However, he realizes his time is dwindling in this match, and he rushes back to ringside, where TNT is currently taunting the crowd. He currently is holding the International title , and he puts it on, to a bitter reaction from the crowd. One man jumps the barrier, but security stops him from attacking TNT, but the distraction is all Latino needs, as he slides behind TNT, and spears him to the ground. Latino quickly throws TNT into the ring, and places him into a Texas Cloverleaf. TNT is stuck in the middle of the ring, and the crowd goes wild realizing this. Latino applies a very vast amount of pressure on TNT’s legs and back. As Latino’s hold increases in intensity, blood from his body trickles down onto the body of TNT, and it appears that he is keeping the hold for as long as it is necessary to make TNT tap. TNT tries to move with his arms, but Latino is grasping him as if it were was the last match he would ever wrestle. Latino applies even more pressure, and at this point, TNT has to decide if some broken vertebrae or a fall to the credit of Latino is worth more. TNT has to cave in, and at the fifteen-minute mark, Latino has scored two unanswered falls in a row!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 15:58:27 GMT -5
Latino slumps over from the amount of energy he has had to expend trying to get TNT to tap out, and both men are desperate for a break here. The ring is now stained with an outline of Latino’s blood from where it trickled onto TNT, creating an outline of TNT’s upper torso on the canvas. The two men are crumpled on the ground for the third time tonight, and time is dwindling at an alarming rate. The two men are taking a lot of time to get up, and it doesn’t look to be a good sign, seeing their inability to get up within a few minutes. Nevertheless, the ref is patiently waiting, knowing these two can’t possibly be down and out already. The majority crowd starts chanting “Latino”, while some of the dedicated TNT fans begin their “TNT” chant. The two men begin to stir, as the clock strikes past the ten minute remaining mark. Latino stumbles to his feet, and so does TNT. The two men are slumped in opposite turnbuckles, staring each other with bitter hatred and bloodlust for one another, perhaps with a hint of respect for the other. They both in unison look at the clock, which has been eaten away, with only eight minutes remaining. The two look back at each other, and grin with sadistic expressions on their faces. They push off their respective turnbuckles, and rush at each other, as the crowd is able to get back into the match. They meet at mid-ring, and begin to brawl as if their lives depended on it, desperate to best the other in the remaining amount of time. Latino starts to push ahead in the brawl, and manages to whip TNT into the ropes, and deliver a back body drop on TNT, with TNT getting some massive air from the drop. Latino stumbles over to the turnbuckle and hits a moonsault on TNT, looking to get the go-ahead pin. 1…2…kick out by TNT, and both men are aware of the urgency of the ticking clock. TNT rushes at Latino, and connects with a clothesline. TNT picks Latino back up, and hits a modified backbreaker on Latino. TNT signals that this is the end, as he scales the turnbuckle, and leaps off, going for the Air TNT, but Latino rolls out of the way, and Latino works his way over to TNT, and puts him in the Texas Cloverleaf again at mid-ring, to the roar of the capacity crowd! However, those cheers soon turn to boos, as a man is running down the aisle, and slides into the ring. It’s Torak! Torak walks up behind Latino, and picks up a nearby chair, and cracks it over Latino’s head, bending the chair to a 90-degree angle. He discards the chair, and picks up Latino, and heads to the turnbuckle. He proceeds to hit the Artificial Insemination, dropping Latino down to the mat hard!
Torak stands up again, and looks down at the fallen Latino. TNT slowly gets up, and sees that Torak was the one who saved him from the submission hold. He walks up to Latino, and tries to go for a pin, but Torak nails him with a clothesline from Hell! Both men are down, as Torak exits the ring, and TNT is the first to get up. He looks around, and notices Torak is outside. He runs over and shouts at the man-behemoth, but as Torak motions to come after him, TNT backs away, not wanting to get knocked down again. He turns his attention to the bloodied and battered Latino, who is desperately trying to get up. TNT waits behind Latino, who is slow to get up, and nails him with a running RKO! TNT quickly covers Latino. 1…2…3! TNT has the lead in this match, with only a minute remaining! TNT begins to taunt the crowd, confident of his impending victory, but he is caught off guard by the quick miracle recovery of Latino, who spins him around, and nails him with a superkick! TNT is down, but Latino can’t function, from the emerald fusion Torak gave to him. Ten seconds remain, and Latino needs to go for a pin, and he stumbles towards TNT.
10…<br>9…<br>8…<br>7…<br>6…<br>5…<br>4…<br>Latino collapses onto the mat, unable to move any further with his hands outstretched, and he misses TNT’s body! The crowd can’t believe it, as the time expires! The bell rings.
Phillip: And here is your winner, by the score of 3 to 2 falls, and your NEW ACW INTERNATIONAL Champion, TNT!
The crowd is beyond irate at the result of this epic match. Latino had clearly mounted a comeback, and was almost certain to be victorious, but due to the interference from Torak, a new International champion is crowned. TNT is helped up by the referee, who realizes his newly won championship, and is in pure elation taunting the crowd. The crowd litters the ring with debris in protest of TNT’s victory, not to mention the under-handed intervention of Torak, who has left amongst the chaos. As TNT celebrates his victory, he appears to be grateful for Torak’s intervention, but it appeared in the match he didn’t expect it. The EMTs storm the ring to tend to the wounds of Latino, who has given a 110% in this match, only to be screwed over at the bitter end. TNT is still celebrating, but as he sees Latino lying on the mat, he seems to have a change of heart – he kneels down and shakes Latino’s hand in recognition of his performance before he exits the arena, his new title in tow, as Latino is carried off in a stretcher. Latino receives a standing ovation as he raises an arm slightly, letting everyone know he will be back with a vengeance, sooner or later, as the camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 15:59:42 GMT -5
Segment: Nice Try (credit: JonnyG/Gooey/Daredevil)
Backstage, Gooey and Jonny have retrieved their go karts and started racing again. They turn a corner, just as Daredevil is walking out of his locker room.
DD: Holy shit, dudes. What you playing at?
Gooey ignores him, and Jonny nearly crashes into him. Daredevil manages to jump out the way, and starts randomly swearing. He has a thought, and runs back the way he came from. He comes back, but Jonny and Gooey are far away. However, Daredevil has equipped himself with a golf kart, bizarrely enough, which is easily faster than the go-karts.
DD: Haha, three can play at this game!
Daredevil catches up with them, and Jonny looks back, looking shocked at the golf kart speeding up towards him. Jonny, however, follows Gooey and does a swift left turn. Daredevil struggles to turn the cart and crashes into a bunch of boxes.
DD: Curse you, Jonny!
Some technicians arrive to clear up the mess and laugh at Daredevil as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:00:44 GMT -5
Segment: A strange confidant
As the next scene opens, those watching immediately recognise the confines of the Demon Pit. There’s no sign of movement, but there is a sound; it repeats, over and over, four single beats, a pause, then four more echoing….. footsteps. The camera tracks across the room, to its far side shrouded in shadow, and a plain black door, slightly ajar. The shot continues to move until it can see through the gap, and now with every four steps a fleeting glimpse of white passes by, stark against the otherwise pitch interior.
This goes on for several moments, until suddenly both noise and movement stop. The shot slowly enters the room, and there is no mistaking the sarcophagus chamber, dominated as always by the tall stone casket with its faded and mysterious carvings. Next to it, with her back against the wall, sits Alicia; she gazes at the floor, lost in her own thought processes for quite some time, and when she speaks it’s with a hushed voice.
Alicia:……….. Of all the arenas in all the world……
She doesn’t finish the sentence, rejecting the clichéd comparison. There’s a very faint sound, and Alicia flinches – it’s way outside in the corridor, but she still raises herself on one knee and carefully pushes the door shut as quietly as she can. The light in the room now is very faint, coming from just a single small torch high on the wall, and Alicia is only just visible now as she sits, hugging her knees and braced against the left hand wall between the door and the sarcophagus.
Alicia: This is bordering on the humorous, wouldn’t you say? I’m about to go out for one of my toughest matches ever, and the only person left that I can talk to is one who despises me with every fibre of his being.
She shakes her head; it’s impossible to tell if she’s close to laughter, or tears, or both.
Alicia: God, I never thought Ginger would be as devious as this. How could he do this to me? Force me to choose between one of my oldest friends in this business, and those to whom I have bonded in order to combat the threat HE refuses to recognise?
She stands up and faces the casket; her face is crimson with suppressed rage, now coming to the surface.
Alicia: NONE of this is fair! Why should I always be the one who has to choose? WHY?!
She kicks the wall at the side and stomps backward and forward. It doesn't seem to matter to AK that she's addressing someone who is deaf to her words.
Alicia: I thought that Ginger and I would always understand each other… I was stupid enough to believe that when I moved heaven and earth to help him at Seven Deadly Sins, that it actually meant something to him. But maybe it did. Maybe I’m still being stupid now – I could walk out of this room right now, go to Ginger, apologise and leave all this behind me, and none of this would be my problem any more…..
Alicia spins on her heel and marches the couple of steps up to the sarcophagus; with her nose just millimetres away, she yells, her voice filling the tiny room and rebounding to be magnified so that it’s almost painful in its intensity.
Alicia: DO YOU HEAR ME, RIDLEY? I AM RISKING MY HEALTH AND HAPPINESS FIGHTING YOUR BATTLES, AND YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCKING DAMN ABOUT IT, DO YOU?
The sound continues to echo for several seconds; Alicia breathes hard, but gradually her anger subsides, and she takes a step or two back, until she’s against the door. Slowly her legs buckle, and she slides down it. She looks up at the silent stone casket, and then drops her head.
Alicia:…….. I’m sorry. I know you’re putting yourself through sheer hell in there, and it’s infinitely worse than anything Fury or Ginger can throw at us.
She pauses, rubbing her foot back and forth on the floor and watching it.
Alicia: Rose is missing you so badly… you know that. But I’m not sure if you realise how strong she’s been too. Until now, I had no idea just how strong she was. Yoko, too……. I could never have done what she’s accomplished at her age. And RDK…. he’s as true a friend as you could hope for.
Slowly, Alicia gets up. She faces the sarcophagus, standing less than a foot away.
She places her hand on the metal release handle on the front of the case.
Alicia: If only……….
She puts pressure on the handle, pushes down – but at the final moment releases, pulling her hand away rapidly.
Alicia: No.
She looks at the casket, trying to guess where Ridley’s eye level would be.
Alicia: You have faith in Rose and Yoko. So do I…… we CAN overcome these odds, if we all work together.
Alicia nods, her mind made up.
Alicia: Look, I know that this means absolutely nothing to you, but I swear that I will do everything in my power to assist the rest of the team, whatever the personal cost to myself. You can sneer at me all you want, call me self serving if it pleases you, but trust me, if there was any way to avoid this….. hell, why I am even justifying myself to you? I AM doing this for me…. but I’m doing it for the girls as well. You may not approve, but quite frankly you’re in no position to disapprove either, so swivel on it, pal!
Alicia smiles, buoyed up by her own bravado; she turns and reaches out, taking hold of the door handle to leave the room. However, one last thought enters her head, and she turns back. Her voice is much softer, and more tentative.
Alicia: This is probably the only chance I’ll ever have to say this to you, and I know you can't hear me….. but perhaps it's better this way. I accept that I have no place in your life, and that you’ll never feel anything other than contempt for the person that I am, but that doesn’t change the fact that…. I care about you. I believe that you will win the war you’re fighting in there, and when you do I hope that you and Rose find whatever it is that the pair of you are seeking.
She closes her eyes, and exhales deeply; the room is cold, and the vapour condenses into a visible cloud. Alicia slowly opens her eyes, as if just by expressing her innermost thoughts she has unburdened herself of a considerable weight. She gazes at the sarcophagus, her eyes unfocused, and whispers her last confession so quietly that the camera mic only just picks it up.
Alicia: Do you know what I wish, Ridley? I wish that I knew what it was like to fight with you, rather than against you. That really would be a match to remember…..
The camera catches the flicker of a sad smile on Alicia’s face, as she considers her foolish fantasy for a moment. But she has no more time to waste, and without further hesitation she turns and leaves the room, closing the door behind her as she goes to make her final preparations for the approaching battle.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:02:34 GMT -5
Segment: Mr. Credibility (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera cuts to the locker room of the New Breed, where Wyvern is standing with Kevin Anderson, ready to be interviewed. Davey Marvel and Oliver Black are apparently somewhere else, as they are not present at the given time. Wyvern is brandishing his newly acquired ACW Entertainment Title over his shoulder, and looks to be ready for tonight’s double main event, seeing a sense of confidence in his poise. Kevin decides to start the interview.
Kevin: Wyvern, congratulations are in order for your victory that claimed the Entertainment Title on Monday, however tonight you not only have to go up against Bob, the man whom you defeated for the title, but also Amo the Great, and Kross, who has beaten you in the ring previously. Add that to the fact that there are two members on your team, 004 and Jake Cheng, as well as two mystery members on the side of the Nation, and you’ve got a lot to think about going into tonight’s match. What are your thoughts on this?
Wyvern: To be honest with you Kevin, I’m really not sure on how to look at tonight’s match-up. It’s definitely not going to be a cakewalk, as I don’t have the luxury of a one-on-one match-up. However, tonight’s event shouldn’t be focusing on me as the “leader” of the team. I don’t want to be a leader, nor a follower. Tonight, I am a supporter in the match against the Nation of Awesomation. I’ve already had my spot in the spotlight this past month, it’s time for the rest of the New Breed to get recognition.
Wyvern pauses for a moment, to put his title down, to avoid any distraction while speaking, and turns back to speak to Kevin.
Wyvern: Moving on, the partners that were lumped in with us thanks to Ginger, it’s no surprise that I have some minor reservations about this. I’m going to be a teammate to them, and embrace them tonight as if they were in the New Breed. However, I’m not completely sure on their reasons for being in the match. I hope for their sake they don’t ruin their welcome, or tonight will not be a good night for them. As for the Nation of Awesomation’s team, I’m disappointed RDK isn’t with them. I wanted this to be stable vs. stable, with no changes to the roster. However, it’s not meant to be, but I can’t help but think their mystery members are trying to get a psychological advantage that will end up fruitless in practice. I’m not afraid of the unknown, and I’m not going to sit and wonder who are the two mystery men. I’ll leave that to the fans.
Kevin: Very well. On another note, let’s move away from tonight for a brief moment. Currently, you hold the Entertainment Title. What are your plans for the future here in ACW? Any hope to upgrade to the International, or even the World Title?
Wyvern: My plans are rather simple, but challenging in execution. I plan to run with this title, and establish a higher sense of credibility with it. Not to knock on any of the previous champions, but it’s been passed around like a peace pipe at a pow-wow. I’m going to make this title coveted, by defending it, and not allowing controversy to mar my reign. I promise to the ACW that I will make this title entertaining as it once was. When the day comes that I will be removed from the title by defeat, then and only then, will the International and World Titles cross my mind. However Kevin, this isn’t the time or place to digress on the future. I have a match on hand tonight, and I must bid thee farewell.
Kevin: Alright. Good luck tonight Wyvern, and also good luck on the title reign.
Kevin walks out of the room, as Wyvern picks up the Entertainment title from its resting place. He straps it around his waist, and looks into a mirror. He smiles with a sense of pride, and his eyes widen as they transfix on the reflection of the King of Hardcore 98’ trophy in his locker. His smile widens, as the camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:04:13 GMT -5
Segment: Revenge.... (Credit: JonnyG/Gooey)
The scene returns to Jonny and Gooey’s excursion, finding them driving down the hallway making people dive out of the way and missing them by so much that it gives a whole new meaning to a close call encounter. Then all of a sudden Jonny shouts out –
Jonny: Let’s do a couple of laps in the parking lot!!
All Gooey does is raise a hand and gives the thumbs up to show that he understands and then turns right and heads into the parking lot.
Once they get into the parking lot they start to do a couple of laps around and as they are doing this they are missing the cars by a fraction of a hair. A worker from the production team sees this and he then runs into the building and then notifies Ginger about it (once he’s able to get past Ginger’s security arrangements). Ginger comes into the parking lot and sees them racing and starts to get really angry and then shouts as loud as possible.
Ginger: STOP!!!
Gooey and Jonny both stop and screeching from the go-karts can be heard throughout the arena…Then Ginger yells again.
Ginger: Get your asses over here…NOW!!
Then they start the engines again and they drive slowly to where Ginger is standing…
Ginger: What is the meaning of this?...
Jonny: We we----
Ginger: Actually never mind, I don't care for your damn excuses. Already I have had several complaints about two nut jobs driving around in two go-karts and a circus complaining that one of our employees stole some karts and put midgets on a flag pole hanging by their underwear ! Are you trying to get us a lawsuit? Now I'm a fair man, I have tried to ignore this little joy ride, but enough is enough! Now you take these...things back to what ever freak show you got them from, and be grateful I don't sell you two to them as their main attraction.
Gooey and Jonny: Alright, fine.
Just as Gooey says that he drops his cat on the peddle of his kart and it jerks forward hitting Ginger in his shin.
Ginger: OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!
Jonny: Oh damn, well it’s time we left anyways and headed to do our thing in the ring…<br> Ginger: But you ----
Jonny: Oh don’t worry. you’ll see what we have to do.
Gooey jumps out of his kart and gets into Jonny’s as they both speed away……
(O.O.C Thanks to Angelo Giovanni and Hunter and Daredevil for helping us out with these).
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:05:35 GMT -5
Match 6: Main Event 1st Half: NoA vs New Breed Tag Elimination Match (Credit: Rose / AK)
Wyvern’s speech has the fans even more hyped up than they already were for the main event matches, and Philip has to hold his mic in the air to signal that he’s ready to announce the first contest.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the first of our double – main event matches for tonight, and it will be a 5 on 5 elimination tag match! Two men will start, one from each team, and they may tag to any other member of their team as per normal tag rules. People may be eliminated by Pinfall, submission or count out, and the match will continue until all the members on one team have been eliminated.
”Doll–daga–buzz–buzz–ziggety-zag” hits as Philip finishes, and the crowd starts to boo in advance of the first competitor’s arrival.
Philip: Introducing first, for Team New Breed, from San Diego, California…..Double – Oh Four!
004 walks calmly to the ring; he pays no heed to the booing around him. If the voices in his head still plague him, he shows no sign of this; he is here to do a job in order to give him leverage with the Chairman in order to pursue his own goals.
As 004 takes up a position on the far side of the ring near the announce desks, “Welcome to the Jungle” starts to belt out of the speakers, and the fans go bonkers as they work out who RDK’s mystery allies are.
Philip: For Team NOA, from Saskatchewan, Moosejaw, one half of the tag team champions, Gooeygarth!
Gooey walks out smiling, his tag belt on one shoulder, and his black kitten on the other. This turns out to be something of a female – magnet, and Gooey’s progress to the ring is impeded as the fans push forward to shake or slap Gooey’s hand and stroke his lovable ball of fluff. Once he finally reaches ringside, Gooey hands over belt and cat to the officials, and waits on the opposite side of the ring to 004.
Philip: Next, representing Team New Breed, the ACW Lightweight Champion – Jake Cheng!
”Encore / Numb” hits, and Jake is given plenty of heat as he stalks to the ring. Like 004, he has his own reasons for accepting Ginger’s request, but whether they’re the reasons that people think they are remains to be seen.
Jake’s music is replaced by another Linkin Park favourite, “In the End”, and the fans cheer again with gusto.
Philip: The second member of Team NOA…..from Toronto, the ACW Junior Champion, JonnyG!
Jonny holds up his two belts with pride, and heads down swiftly to join Gooey on the apron. G Unit seem well recovered (having an Iron Man match on the card has certainly helped this process), but if anything this match promises to be even tougher than the one they’ve already fought tonight.
“Calm Like a Bomb” starts to play, and the crowd’s response is largely favourable as Oliver Black strides into view from behind the curtain.
Philip: Third for the New Breed……from Seattle, Washington, Oliver Black!
Oliver seems well and truly up for an epic battle – he’s riding high after Primera’s success earlier in the night, and he knows that this match could make or break his progression in ACW. He briefly acknowledges his teammates, but it’s clear that they don’t have much in common.
Philip: And next for Team NOA, from the Vatican City……Michael Kross!
”Vater Unser” begins to play, and the fans pop loudly as Kross enters, his ceremonial staff in hand, blessing the fans all around him on his way down to ringside. He also blesses Jonny and Gooey, who look a bit confused but are too polite to say anything, and then stands next to them on the apron.
“More Human than Human” is heard for the second time tonight, and then the crowd makes a loud, if undecided, reaction as Davey Marvel makes his entrance.
Philip: Also for the New Breed, from Ann Arbor, Michigan, Davey Marvel!
Davey jogs to the ring, clearly eager to get started on things. He nods to 004 and Jake, and slaps hands with Oliver, impatiently waiting for the formalities to finish.
The noise ramps up several notches as “The Magnificent Seven” hits, and a spotlight is shone on to the ramp so that Amo can pose to best effect.
Philip: Number four for Team NOA, from Los Angeles California, Amo the Great!
Amo poses dramatically in 2 or 3 different styles; he stays on the stage, and his music blends into “Stomp it to My Beat”.
Philip: And completing the NOA line up, also from Los Angeles, California…….Bob Di’Las!
Bob uses the spotlight to highlight his dance moves before he and Amo head to the ring together, stopping to greet the fans they were forced to pass by on their way to the tag contest. They shake hands with Kross and G Unit, and they are a formidable sight as they stand shoulder to shoulder.
Finally, “Trip Like I Do” blasts into life, and the fans are upstanding for the newly crowned entertainment champion.
Philip: And last but by no means least, from Tacoma Washington….the ACW Entertainment Champion, Wyvern!
There’s no doubting Wyvern’s popularity as he walks to ringside; he has his belt on his shoulder, and the cheers of the fans obviously bring him pleasure. He hands over the belt to an official, and then joins the rest of his team on the apron.
The fans are already making a lot of noise as the teams confer on who will start the match. Kross takes up the baton for the Nation, and Oliver is given the responsibility for the New Breed. With everything set, there’s no need to wait any longer, and there’s a loud sustained cheer as the ref calls for the bell.
Bell rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:06:55 GMT -5
Kross circles, watching Oliver carefully; on both sides of the ring their respective team mates are noisily cheering them on, willing them to score some early points. There’s a small ripple from the crowd as the pair lock up – they test one another for a few moments, and then Kross lifts up a knee, releasing his hands from the grapple and slamming Oliver’s head hard against his kneecap. Oliver staggers back a couple of paces, but comes straight back with a punch, and now he and Kross swap blows, moving back and forth across the ring. However, they both remain wary of getting too close to the edges; with 8 people on the apron there’s plenty of scope for less scrupulous competitors to get involved, and this is ably demonstrated as Oliver whips Kross to the ropes on one side of the ring. Jake reaches out and catches Kross’ shirt, causing him to be jarred as he tries to rebound for an attack. Oliver takes advantage and leg drops before covering, but Wyvern taps Jake on the shoulder and rebukes him as Kross kicks out easily before 2. Jake glares back at Wyvern, and the Nation arranged on the other side of the ring note this with interest…..
Keen to make a swift comeback, Kross ducks under a clothesline attempt from Oliver, grabs him and takes him over with a textbook german suplex – to – pin. Oliver struggles out at just after the 2 count, and the noise resumes on both sides of the ring; taking the cue, both Oliver and Kross make a tag, and Gooey finds himself face to face with 004. 004 clearly has no intention of putting on an exhibition match – from the very first chop his one and only goal is to eliminate his opponent, and Gooey takes a dizzying kick that 004 follows with a sidewalk slam. 004 pins, but he’s underestimated Gooey’s ability to recuperate and Gooey kicks hard after barely a 1 count. The fans get behind Gooey, and their support is rewarded as Gooey lights into 004 with a stream of punches, driving him back into a neutral corner and then proceeding to knee 004 in the gut until he is doubled over in pain. Gooey hooks an arm over 004’s neck, lifts him into an inverted position, and then drops backward so he lands on his rear, while 004 takes the impact directly to the top of his head. 004’s’ eyes roll, and only a timely intervention from Davey stops Gooey achieving the first tag of the match. Jonny dashes in to support his partner, and the ref struggles to maintain order. In the meantime, 004 finds enough energy to crawl to his corner, and Wyvern accepts the tag. Wyvern moves forward to take on Gooey, only to then have to argue with the ref, who didn’t see the switch take place. Fortunately 004 is still close to the corner after the tag, and the ref accepts the explanation – but only after Gooey’s had the benefit of some extra recovery time.
With the ring cleared of extra people, Wyvern and Gooey face one another down. Gooey moves first, making a quick dash forward to knock Wyvern down. He hits the ropes and returns for a running elbow drop, but Wyvern has kipped back up and he uses Gooey’s movement against him, lifting Gooey up and then releasing him as he takes him over the top of his head for a sort of back body drop / suplex hybrid. Wyvern then shows everyone how and elbow drop should be done – once, twice, there times, and pins – Gooey gets his shoulder up at 2. As the tag champ rises, Wyvern sees his telltale glance to his corner, and trips Gooey as he makes a break for his teammates; Gooey stretches, as does Amo, and Amo’s great stature gives him a length of reach that Wyvern had not calculated. It’s the merest fingertip touch, but the ref allows the tag, and the ladies in the audience cheer enthusiastically as Amo gets into the ring. It’s clear how seriously Amo is taking this match, for there’s not even a hint at a pose; he makes a beeline for Wyvern, and starts punching away like there’s no tomorrow. His blows are mighty, and put Wyvern in mind of being his by a wood plank during his hardcore days; but Wyvern stands tough, and applies strategy in response to raw power. He ducks a particularly strong blow, and uses a low dropkick to Amo’s knee to take his leg out from beneath him. Amo does not topple, but ends up kneeling on one knee – and with his other leg bent, Wyvern uses this to “step up” and nail a twisting kick to the side of Amo’s head that would KO a lesser man on the spot. This time Amo does fall, and Wyvern pins, and it’s Bob who jumps the ropes to make the save. Clearly still burning internally over his title loss, Bob stamps on Wyvern’s back for good measure, and again the ref fights to stay in control of things as the entire group threatens to over run the ring. Wyvern, however, gestures to his own team to stay back, and steps away from Amo – he looks directly at Bob, and gives him a look that says “come on, face me if you dare”.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:09:13 GMT -5
Bob stares back; he waits for Amo to stand, and then holds out his hand for the tag. Amo understands and does so, and Bob calmly steps through the ropes. Just as he does so, however, there’s the sound of something snapping, and everyone is startled as a small metal object drops to the floor, fortunately landing on one side of the ring away from the competitors. The referee instructs everyone to stay still, and retrieves the object – it looks like a filter has become dislodged from one of the lights above the ring. There’s a pause for about 30 seconds as the referee deliberates with a technician at ringside whether it’s safe to carry on with the match, but fortunately for everyone it’s decided that the filter was probably dislodged by the crew members who were checking the rafters after the earlier incidents, and the all clear is given for the action to resume.
The two men charge one another, and as a result they crash head on, causing both to fall to the ground. Wyvern is up first and locks in an opportunistic Ankle Lock, but Bob is in range of the ropes and he grabs on before the hold can have any decent effect. The two trade punches, and Bob is easily outgunned by Wyvern, but he ducks under Wyvern’s outstretched arm and then dropkicks him in the back. Wyvern falls to his knees, and now Bob takes a stab at a submission, with a Camel Clutch. Wyvern grimaces, however his excellent wrestling brain is whirring, and realizing that Bob does not have a substantial weight to bring to bear, Wyvern somehow manages to stand back up, all the while with Bob hanging on with his legs wrapped around Wyvern’s middle. Wyvern raises his arms and takes hold of Bob beneath his armpits – using a considerable amount of strength, Wyvern pulls Bob forward and Bob can’t hold on. He is sent over Wyvern’s head, and slammed back first to the mat. Wyvern makes a cover and gets 2, and Bob finds his feet quickly. The Nation are shouting again, and Bob whips Wyvern to his own corner in order to buy time for him to tag. He switches with JonnyG – Wyvern is about to come forward to meet him, but then Jake Cheng tags himself in without being asked, and Wyvern simply shrugs and lets the substitution take place. Jonny and Jake move in on one another; Jake taunts Jonny, evidently seeing the Junior champion as “beneath” him, but Jonny replies with a lightning – fast suplex to dispel that foolish notion at once.
Jonny and Jake charge each other and Jonny hits a cross body block on Jake, but upon impact Jake reverses it into a pin and The Referee counts 1….2., but Jonny kicks out. The 8 other members of the team have engaged in a massive brawl on the outside and the crowd is going completely crazy. The Referee slides to the outside in an attempt to restore order and by threats and yelling, he is able to get both teams to take their corners. All while this is happening Jake and Jonny are trading a devastating array of punches and kicks with Jonny beginning to gain the upper hand. The crowd is strongly reacting to every motion that the competitors make and as Jonny hits Jake with a fisherman’s suplex, the crowd erupts loudly, he hooks the leg and the Referee counts 1……..2……, but 004 makes the save just in the nick of time. The crowd boos loudly and The Referee orders 004 back into his corner and 004 complies, albeit a bit grudgingly. Jake and Jonny get to their feet at almost the same time, but Jake takes Jonny back down with a brutal DDT. The crowd is angered by this and they show it by their ferocious yelling. Jake begins to crawl towards a tag and then he makes a tag to 004 who hops in over the top rope. Jonny gets to his feet just in time to be hit by a world ending crescent kick that causes a mixture of booing and "oooh" ing from the crowd 004 then locks the Fujiwara armbar onto the fallen Jonny and he wrenches it horribly. Jonny cries out in pain, but he is not willing to submit and with his other arm reaches out for the tag and Kross is able to reach out and take it. 004 does not notice this and he does not release the hold, that is until he is hit by a springboard dropkick from Kross. Cameras flash the instant the move is executed an the crowd goes bananas. Kross makes a quick and aggressive cover as the Referee counts 1……2…, but the stunned 004 kicks out. Kross gets to his feet and then quickly hits a standing legdrop, but 004 moves out of the way. Both men get to their feet and Kross is hit by a running knee from 004 and the crowd boos at this perceived underhanded tactic. 004 picks Kross up to his feet, only to bring him back down with an excruciating Backbreaker. 004 goes for the pin and The Referee counts 1……..2……, but Kross kicks out to the utter delight of the crowd. 004 is noticeably frustrated and he wants to be the one who puts Kross out of the match. 004 waits for Kross to get to his feet under his own power and then he viciously Irish whips him into a neutral corner. 004 follows up with a decapitating clothesline and brutal knees to Kross’ midsection. 004 goes for what looks like a superplex, but Kross grounds himself rather well and stops it. The two men trade blows from the precarious high position. The two trade punches and the crowd is electrified wondering who will prevail, but as quickly as it began, Kross comes off the top with a flying facebuster onto 004. A "Holy Shit" chant starts as this gravity defying move hits the mat and it looks like 004 maybe unconscious. Kross makes the one armed cover and the Referee counts 1…….2……….3.
Philip: Double-oh-Four has been eliminated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:11:27 GMT -5
Wyvern then dashes into the ring and he begins to put the boots to Kross, but he makes sure not to overexert himself. Kross slowly gets to his feet despite the boots, only to be hit by a nice vertical suplex from Wyvern, the crowd is strangely neutral. Wyvern waits for Kross to get up on his own accord then he picks up Kross’ leg and pulls him into a clothesline. Wyvern turns and he makes the tag to Jake. Jake does not enter the ring, but he instead climbs to the top turnbuckle and he does not waste his time as he jumps off with a flying elbow drop. The elbow drop connects and Jake makes the cover, The Referee counts 1……2…., but Amo breaks the pin before being ordered back to his corner. Jake gets up in anger and charges Amo who is now on the ring apron. He collides with Amo and knocks him backwards into the protective barrier, but as he is about to turn and attack Jake, he guillotined by Jonny. While Jake is on the ground, holding his throat, Jake makes the tag to Jonny. Jonny immediately climbs the top rope and he waits for Jake to turn around. Jake turns around and Jonny comes off the top with a flying cross body, but Jake reverses by dropkicking Jonny in mid air. Both men are collapsed on the canvas with their team mates both in and out of the ring cheering them on. The get up at abruptly the same time, Jonny goes for a clothesline, but Jake ducks and initiates a school boy, The Referee counts 1………….(Jake pulls the Tights)…..2……….3.
Philip: Jonny G has been eliminated!
Bob enters the ring and immediately takes Jake down with a spinning wheel kick. Bob makes the cover and the Referee counts 1……2……, but Jake kicks out. Bob pulls Jake toward his corner where he tags in Amo. Amo picks Jake to his feet then he lifts him over his head, walks to the middle of the ring, and drops him right on his face. Amo makes the aggressive cover and the Referee counts 1……..2….., but Oliver Black makes the break by knee dropping Amo in the back of the head. Oliver quickly moves back to his side, but Amo shoots a glare of pure anger at Oliver. Amo pulls Jake towards the opposing corner and holds out his hand for Oliver to tag and its almost if its a dare. Oliver after quite a bit of consideration takes the tag and the two face off to a massive pop. Amo holds his hand out in an attempt to challenge Oliver to a test of strength and Oliver obliges, but does he? Well, it looks like he was , but instead he opts the smarter route and dropkicks Amo’s knee out from under him. Amo rolls to the mat and holds his knee as the crowd boos Oliver’s questionable actions. He goes to lock in a Boston Crab, but as he does Amo uses his formidable leg power to break the hold. Oliver falls forward, but quickly turns around to give a running forearm to the rising Amo, knocking him back down to the mat. Oliver picks Amo up and then puts him in the Piledriver position, but Amo quickly powers out by reversing it into a back body drop. Oliver holds his lower back in pain as the crowd cheers for Amo. Oliver gets up to his feet and turns around only to be kicked in the gut and hit with a D-E-V-A-S-T-A-T-I-N-G Amo driver, the ring shakes with the force of the impact and Amo makes a good cover. The Referee counts 1…………2……….3.
Philip: Oliver Black has been eliminated!
Amo is up on his feet as Jake Cheng dashes straight in, hoping to catch Amo on the hop. Amo is ready for him, and swings an arm to knock Jake down – but Jake ducks under it, continues to the ropes, and then dashes back hitting a baseball slide to bring Amo down. Jake locks on a sleeperhold, knowing that his physical strength is not equal to that of his opponent, and he constricts as hard as he can while Amo fights to get up. He only makes it to one knee before the move bites, and he can’t rise any further; Amo’s eyelids flicker, and on the apron the Nation do theur best to get the crowd behind them. The referee reaches out and lifts Amo’s arm – it falls once. Again, and it falls a second time; Amo is slumping over, and Jake grins wickedly. The ref lifts the arm a third time, and it falls – no! It’s up! The crowd cheers its collective head off as Amo rallies, and elbows Jake, forcing him to release his grip. Bob shouts to Amo for the tag, and Amo gratefully takes it as Bob rockets forward. Bob and Jake have a long history of rivalry, and it shows as they hit one another mercilessly, they would both savour this elimination. Bob sweeps Jake to the mat, but Jake rolls away and dives at Bob to apply a crippler crossface. They’re too close to the ropes, though, and Bob gets a hand to them making the move useless. Jake won’t simply give up – he returns to a hammer – like punching action, and Bob takes a couple of steps back, his reaction time slowed. Jake raises his arms and signals for a Jakie Drop – exactly what Bob has been waiting for. With Jake’s arms still raised, Bob leaps forward and nails his Dancebreaker, pinning without so much as a second’s delay. The referee drops and counts the 1-2-3.
Philip: Jake Cheng has been eliminated!
Bob stands up, however he doesn’t even have time to consider a celebration – Wyvern is already in the ring, and he is beside Bob before he even realizes the danger. Wyvern clinically whips Bob into his own corner; Bob inadvertently makes contact with Kross, and as soon as Wyvern sees the referee nod the tag he rushes in, grabs the stunned Kross and lifts him right over the ropes into a slam. Kross’ head spins, and Wyvern locks in the Deus Ex Machina – sweat rolls down his face to show just how much force he’s applying. The Nation are caught on the hop, and with the ref positioned to be able to see both teams no one can interfere without risking further disqualification. Kross holds out as long as he can, but the ropes are too far away and with no help coming, he has no choice but to tap out.
Philip: Kross has been eliminated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:13:12 GMT -5
The sheer speed of the last elimination takes everyone completely by surprise, and the fans are in awe of Wyvern’s skill and ability to capitalize on any situation. Amo enters the ring to take Kross’ place, and he approaches slowly; Amo and Wyvern watch one another carefully. Amo’s spirit is as strong as ever, but now the strains of 2 grueling matches in one night are really starting to take their toll. This doesn’t mean that Wyvern’s going to underestimate him, however; he approaches with caution, and when the pair lock up Wyvern can still feel the considerable strength that Amo possesses pulsing though his muscular frame. He gets an even more pointed demonstration as Amo gets the better of their grapple and lifts Wyvern up for a stalling suplex – Amo’s a tall guy, so Wyvern has a long way to fall before impact. Amo pins, but only gets slightly more than a 2 count. Undeterred, Amo starts his rhythmic punching, and slowly he pushes Wyvern back toward his own corner. Wyvern, however, notes this and as soon as an opportunity presents itself, he whips Amo hard into the turnbuckle. Amo inadvertently dislodges all his remaining team mates, and Wyvern lowers his head and runs forward for a simple but effective gore. All the air is taken out of Amo’s lungs, and he slumps down; Gooey jumps back up and tries to tag, but Wyvern shoves him away again and then pulls Amo out of the corner, and back toward his own. Wyvern works over Amo’s leg, the one which is already carrying the effects of the tag match, and Amo yells in pain and frustration. As Wyvern is doing this, he hears the sound of the crowd change, and looks around to see that the referee is distracted by Bob and Gooey, who are trying to recover to the apron; he keeps looking, and then sees what the crowd are reacting to. Davey is standing up on his own post, and is about to leap off to strike Amo; but Wyvern steps in the way and angrily tells Davey that the New Breed doesn’t do things like that. They argue for a few moments, and then as the ref’s attention is returned Wyvern walks to his corner, and tags Davey in properly. Davey immediately leaps up, but the delay has given Amo a chance to appraise the situation and he rolls aside. Davey hits the mat hard, and Amo scrambles to his own corner to tag in Bob.
Bob charges at Davey and drives him to the mat, but Davey is all fired up and the pair tangle messily for several seconds before they separate, stand, and engage in a more traditional grapple. Davey comes off best and lands a DDT, he goes for the pin and Bob kicks out at the 2 count. They stand and then move in on one another again; they exchange punches and kicks, and Bob begins to feel the support of the fans. He throws in dance moves which both please the crowd and confuse Davey, and then out of nowhere pulls off the Dancebreaker. The fans roar, the ref counts, 1,2 – kickout! No one can quite believe that Davey has found the strength to resist Bob;s finisher, least of all Bob himself, but Bob stays focused and as Davey is rising to a knee, Bob drops and goes into an ultra – fast omni – flare spin. Davey is smashed in the head and chest several times and he falls back to the mat; Bob finally stops spinning and his side roars for the pin. But Bob is now extremely dizzy, and in his fuddled state he catches a glimpse of Wyvern standing at his corner. With a yell, Bob runs forward and dives at Wyvern; the astonished New Breed leader jumps aside, and Bob dives out through the ropes and smashes head – first into the security barriers on the outside.
The referee starts a 10 count. He gets to 4, and with Bob still not moving the Nation starts to get worried. Jonny and Kross head around to see if Bob is ok, however the referee seems to object to this and tries to send them back, all the while maintaining his count. At 6, Bob starts to get up, and the Nation are relieved – but then, without warning Davey rushes across the ring and performs his Midnight in reverse (to the outside)! The referee misses it, and by the time he turns around Davey has scrabbled back into the ring. Bob is down again, and there’s nothing the Nation can do as the ref’s count hits 10.
Philip: Bob has been eliminated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:14:14 GMT -5
Davey raises his arms and smirks, but he doesn’t have long to celebrate as Amo, enraged over Bob’s elimination, brings himself back into the match. Before he gets to Davey, though, Gooey shouts out; Amo is looking very tired, and Gooey kindly but firmly urges Amo to let him face Davey instead. Amo sees sense, and lets the more rested Gooey switch places with him. Gooey runs forward, clotheslining Davey before he can defend, and then keeps going to the ropes. He returns and Davey is up and ready to face him, but now Gooey is really motoring and again he belts him to the canvas. Producing a new move for him, Gooey lifts Davey on to his shoulders into a Canadian backbreaker rack; Davey’s face contorts in pain, but there’s no way he’ll give in and he struggles until Gooey has to drop him. Davey strikes Gooey once in the back, and he tries for a second but Gooey spins around and blocks before sending back a mighty punch of his own. Davey replies with a headbutt, and Gooey staggers, leaving himself wide open to Davey’s T Bone suplex. Davey hits the move and pins, and Gooey has to really pull himself together to respond before 3. Gooey gets up and wades back in to combat with Davey, but now the New Breeder clearly has the upper hand. Smirking, he whips Gooey toward the corner – but Gooey reverses, and Davey collides heavily with the referee. The ref goes down, and Gooey tries to powerbomb Davey, who responds with a desperation DDT.
Davey raises his head and looks at Wyvern – with the ref out, an intervention now might win the match for them. But Wyvern shakes his head – he stamps the apron and does all that he legally can to get Davey moving, but he won’t cheat. Davey looks annoyed, and gives Wyvern a look that says, “Fine, I don’t need you”, heading over to the ropes. He gets on the other edge of the apron – Gooey is slowly getting up, and Davey readies for the Midnight. Just then, however, the camera picks up something moving on the outside – on the guardrail, in fact. The small black shape runs along the rail, jumps to the apron and then dashes along sinking its claws into Davey’s thigh above his boot. Davey shouts and swears, and the camera closes in to reveal Gooey’s cat doing its best to shred Davey’s pants and skin. The fans chant “ACE VEN – TUR- A *clap clap clapclapclap*” while others are reminded of ”There’s something about Mary”; in any event, Davey just about dislodges the furious feline as Gooey gets up, nips over, and hooks Davey’s arms, taking him over the ropes into the Opium Krush. The ref’s back in action, and he counts the 1-2-3 as the Nation give an ovation to both Gooey and his “assistant”.
Philip: Davey Marvel has been eliminated!
Gooey picks up his cat and hands it to an assistant, who takes it away from the ring to ensure no further interference. Wyvern steps back into the ring; he is alone now, but both his opponents are looking visibly worn from their endeavors. Even so, Wyvern won’t be caught out; he takes his time, circling and appraising the situation, and only moves in to lock up when he is confident of being able to win the test of strength. Wyvern accomplishes this, pushing Gooey back into a neutral corner, but Gooey won’t allow himself to be trapped and he battles back, creating a little space in which he can swing his legs for a powerful spinning kick. Wyvern is knocked back, and Gooey runs to the ropes, rebounding at an angle and grasping Wyvern as he passes, going for a bulldog. Wyvern resists, and grabs Gooey’s shirt so that instead Gooey is brought down on to his back, allowing Wyvern to deliver a series of elbow drops. He pins and gets a 2 count; Gooey gets up and makes a lunge for Amo, but Wyvern catches his leg and stops him from making the tag, this time wise to Amo’s reach. Wyvern keeps Gooey isolated in the centre as he works over Gooey’s lower leg, knocking him back every time Gooey tries to get up. Gooey finally rolls away and finds his feet – he has a slight limp, but he gets a rush of energy as he realizes that he has the chance to secure victory for his team and take a considerable scalp in the process. Rallying, Gooey throws punch after punch at Wyvern, who starts to look unsteady, and Gooey signals for the Cheese Dip. Before he can act, however, Wyvern gets in a lightning – fast neckbreaker, and seeing that he’s very close to the corner he jumps up, and leaps off for one of his rare but impressive hurracanranas. Wyvern pins, and it’s asking too much of Gooey for him to kick before the 3 count.
Philip: Gooeygarth has been eliminated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 29, 2005 16:15:50 GMT -5
Gooey rolls out of the ring; he apologizes to the rest of the team and is very disappointed at not being able to get the job done. As Amo enters the ring, though, Wyvern looks to be breathing heavily, and everyone waits to see if Gooey’s stand has done enough to tip the balance for a NoA victory.
Amo doesn’t stand on ceremony; his injured leg burns like fire now, but in a way this gives him a clue as to what to do. He attacks without reserve, smashing Wyvern to the mat with one of the biggest clotheslines ever, and then stamps on Wyvern’s left leg with all his considerable weight. Wyvern understands what Amo is trying to do, and he slides out of the ring to prevent any further damage. As he gets up, though, he hears the crowd making an amazing sound; Amo has backed up, and now he rushes across the ring, leaping over the ropes with a high – jump Fosbury flop technique remembered from a hazy memory of athletics in high school. It’s unconventional, but effective – Amo brings his “awesome” body down on to Wyvern, and the pair of them lie there as the referee starts a 10 count. A stalemate between the teams stops anyone running in to help or hinder; Amo gets up at the 6 count, obviously in more pain with his leg, and he just about rolls back into the ring. Everyone has their eyes on Wyvern – at 8 the New Breed are seriously worried, but somehow Wyvern picks himself up and drags himself back into the ring. Both men lie still for a few moments more, and then more or less together, they get up. They slowly walk forward, and Amo holds up his hands, signaling for the Seven. He throws a punch – one! Wyvern reels, but does not fall – and then he sends one back. Amo punches again – two! And Wyvern replies in kind…<br> The punches come more and more slowly, Wyvern matching Amo blow for blow. At six, everyone is convinced Wyvern will fall, and he drops to a knee, but then gets up.
Both men stare, for second after second. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. And finally, together, both men aim the seventh and final punch….
A slow motion replay is needed to see the moment of contact, but it’s Wyvern who hits first, an uppercut that bypasses Amo’s own blow. Amo’s eyes flicker, and then he drops to the mat. Wyvern gives a tiny smile, and then drops on top of him, more because his own knees have given way rather than anything else. But this doesn’t matter; Wyvern is lying over Amo, and the referee counts the final fall to send the crowd into orbit. Philip: Here are your winners………Team New Breed!
The crowd continues to shake the arena with the sound they are producing; very slowly, Amo and Wyvern separate and start to sit up. The other New Breed members celebrate, thrilled at their victory, while Bob and the rest of his team simply look absolutely exhausted. Bob slides into the ring to check on Amo, who is sitting staring at the mat and not entirely sure where he is. Kross also joins them, and Davey and Oliver help Wyvern to his feet, laughing and slapping him on the back.
In the midst of all this, no one notices RDK’s approach until he’s at ringside, next to Gooey and Jonny. The camera doesn’t pick up his words, but it’s clear that RDK is thanking G Unit for their incredible efforts. RDK enters the ring as G Unit head to the back for a very well earned rest, closely followed by Jake Cheng and 004, who are clearly thinking about what they will demand from Ginger in return for their part in securing his “preferred” team’s victory.
Amo is just about on his feet as RDK reaches the rest of his stable.
RDK: Brudas, you were all amazing. I couldn’t possibly be more proud of any of you.
The crowd picks up on this, and there’s another resounding cheer. RDK turns to Wyvern and the New Breed.
RDK: And you guys, you were pretty……macho.
There’s quiet for a few moments. RDK holds out his hand, and Wyvern looks at it.
Wyvern: Are you saying that you want a truce?
RDK: I’m saying that I respect what you stand for, Bruda.
The New Breed all look at the Nation, whose members nod their agreement.
Wyvern:…….. Respect. That’s one of my favourite words.
He smiles, and takes RDK’s hand. The crowd cheers as they shake.
Wyvern: Don’t expect us to go easy on you guys though.
RDK: Heh. Don’t worry abut us, bruda…. we’re just going to keep getting stronger!
The fans continue to cheer as “Trip Like I Do” plays in honour of Wyvern’s victory for his team, and the two factions make their way out having earned one another’s respect in a memorable match.
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