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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:54:47 GMT -5
Segment: The internal debate (Credit: Rose)
As the scene begins, the screen is entirely dark; there is a faint sound that is reminiscent of the turning of a knob in need of a lot of oil. A sound that can only be that of a large door opening is heard, its hinges need oil as well. For some reason there is sill no visual, but this only evokes the power of the human imagination. The next familiar sound is that of footsteps, but not just any footsteps, short and light footsteps that are becoming of its owner. Next we hear the sound of a person sitting down on what must be a chair or stool. There is a long spell that can only be called a desperate and nearly inhuman silence. The person must be drowning in a dream or in thoughts, but that is not for us to know. Eventually a foot begins to tap in a steady and slightly ominous rhythm, but it is not a particularly joyous or uplifting rhythm. A slight humming emanates from the person now and it is a slow and sad song, but again it cannot be known whether or not it is a reflection of the person’s mood. After the slow and very depressing song is heard a voice begins to spring from the darkness.
?: We are all slaves of our passions and servants to our desires. That is life and it is part of being human. Humanity ever since its inception, whether it be divine or simply by chance, has been at war with its own heritage. I am not talking about ethnicity or even its past, but I am talking about the heritage of the soul and the curse of the mind. We try very hard to explain ourselves and we will go to extraordinary lengths to find the meaning behind the mind’s troubles. We all have vices, this is a trouble of the mind and sometimes we know not why we are plagued by them. Is it simply part of being human or is it an error in our very being? We cannot know, but we will search blindly anyway.
A deep sigh is heard and there is the all too familiar sound of fingers popping one by one.
?: When I was very young I found an error in my being. I found that there was a part of me that society did not accept and a part of me that the very angels in heaven frowned upon. It was just a tiny instance in my life, a little spark, that launched it all. I was very afraid, so very afraid for the first time in my life. Other times I had merely been frightened, but I had never been truly afraid. I was terrified of nothing but my own mind. The very thought that my mind could go to such places and not be ashamed and not back away, but instead press onward. That very thought sent chills down my spine, but no matter how hard I tried and no matter how many times I prayed to God, it never stopped. I wanted it to stop, I really did and I honestly tried to make it stop. I wanted to be like everybody else and I wanted to be able to enjoy exploring my own mind for once. I explored all right, but it was not the journey I intended. No matter how hard I fought my desires, in the end I was a slave to myself. My desires then developed a life of their own and my soul went along for the ride……..
Fast erratic breathing is heard next and it is the breathing of one almost in pain.
?: The ride began and I want to say that I tried to stop it from happening, but did I really? I would like to think I did. I would like to think that when the time came I stood up against the darkness that infested my heart. Maybe I did and maybe I didn’t, but either way, I lost control to my desires. Soon my desires became a big part of my life and, truth be told, I loved every second of it. The exhilaration I felt was second to none and the pleasure I felt was unearthly. I loved all of it…… and yet I hated myself for even liking it for a minute. I knew that it all came with a price and I knew that I would have to pay that price eventually. I knew that it could not be natural and that it all had to be some fault of my own. It’s not like something like this just happens to people and it’s not like we are just born this way. No, this was something I had brought on myself and it was something to be ashamed of. Every day for years and years I felt the shame and I knew that it was in many ways a private shame. People who thought as I did were too far gone and they only wanted me to explore further. They were lost and I knew that someday I would be like them, but I hoped against hope that I would not. I had hoped that someday God would look upon my inner suffering and give me some peace, but if he tried, then he failed. No, it seemed that there was no one to help me. I couldn’t risk letting my family know that their seed had created such a monster, such an abomination to society. It would be better for them to always think of me as flawless than for them to look upon me as a failure.
There is a slight sound of laughter, but it is a painful laugh.
?:No, it was best to keep the charade up and let them keep on thinking of me as they wanted to. As their innocent, flawless child. Little did they know that I had lost my innocence the day those desires entered my head. The day that flaw in my being first became apparent. The day that I lost the better part of my soul and watched as it was cast into Hell. Yet a part of me tells me that I didn’t lose anything. No, a part of me tells me that I actually gained something special that day and sometimes I despise that part of me. It’s that part of me that my parents never saw. Everything that they loved about their child was everything that I had not been in years. The child they thought they knew had become a mockery of the child they thought they had. That is what I had become, I felt as if I was a mockery of humanity. That’s what I felt, but I also was very proud of what I had become.
The sound of slight weeping is heard and it goes on for a second. It slows and finally stops, but is not forgotten.
?: A part of me was proud of what I had become and that I cannot tell you how that made me feel. To become proud of something so horrid. To love something so wretched. To enjoy something so inherently evil. Why did I feel so righteous if it was so evil? Why did my eyes glint like they did if it was so wretched? Why was it horrid if I loved every second of it? I had gone to a place that existed within my soul all along. It was a place that fitted me perfectly and I was truly in Heaven. It was Heaven, yet it was a place where Angels fear to tread. This place in my soul was no Heaven, but instead it was the fiery pits of Hell. Yet, if it was Hell, why did I love it so? If the fire was supposed to burn me clean of my sin, then why did my sin grow still larger and turn into what it is today? This desire…..This part of my soul……. was it Heaven or was it Hell?
The slow and steady sound of hands rubbing together is heard. It is either in an effort to make heat in a chilly room or an effort to comfort a troubled mind, one which even after years of internal searching is still writhing upon the barbs of an eternal paradox.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:55:27 GMT -5
?: Heaven? Hell? As it turns out, it was probably both. To me it was Heaven and it was Hell. My desires had imprisoned me in a palace. Everything I loved was everything that I hated. Everything I despised was everything that I admired. Everyone that I loved………….everybody that I held dear………. I hated.
A light snapping of the fingers is heard. It is not intentional, but it is most certainly out of nervousness.
?: The thing that I hate the most is myself. Flip the coin and it’s the thing that I love the most. I am not a servant to my desires. It is actually the contrary, I am partner to my desires. I did not lie, I tried to stop it, yet, I worked very hard to please it. With my voice, I called it Hell, but deep in my soul I longed for it as if it were Heaven. I prayed to God for salvation, but in my soul it was a false prayer. I felt shame and I felt pride, but in the end two different parts of me hated both. My life was a struggle between my soul and my desire. Can you imagine my thoughts when I finally found my answers?
The snapping has stopped now and it is replaced by the sound of a hand slightly hitting and arm of a chair over and over and over again.
?: I finally found someone who was truly like myself. I finally found someone who fully understood the duel that raged within me. He gave me strength when I was weak and he gave me purpose when I had none. He shared in my sorrow and he shared in my joy. How strange we were together and still are. We are but stars in the sky and our lives in the end will be but whispers in the wind. My family, my friends, and even almighty God could not give me peace, but every minute I was in his arms I was at peace. He taught me one simple lesson.
The lights come one and Alexandra "The White Rose" Kaesar is in her full glory, sitting at the throne of The Demon’s Pit. Her eyes are filled with renewed focus and her soul is filled with a new resolve.
Rose: We are now what we were born to be and we are not animals for living as we should. We are simply human and humanity is a beautiful thing. I once damned a very special part of my soul, but now I realize that damning it would be damning who I really am. Ridley’s lesson opened my eyes to the truth and it is a truth that is undeniable. I am not horrid, I am not wretched, and I am not ashamed of who I am. I did not become who I am and nobody forced me down this path. I am who I am and I have always been what you look at right now. The path I tread is the path that I was born to tread. We are not slaves to our passions and servants to our desires. We are our passion and we are our desires. I am the daughter of my mother and of my father. Human beings have questioned their heritage for centuries and I am here to tell you know that it was all in vain. The answer has been here before our very eyes all along. We are the answer. Ridley is the answer. I am the answer. We are the enlightened.
In all her time in ACW and in all her life, Rose has never looked this resolved. Her eyes do not question the validity of her grand truth. Her unyielding face does not let the slightest uncertainty come out and voice does not shake when recounting what she says is the truth. Maybe the answer lies within that very statement. Was her speech a proclamation or a dark confession? Was her speech about the past or about the present? If she is truly at peace with her own being, then why does she refer to Wyvern as her salvation? Is salvation attainable or are the eyes of God blind to her plight, if it indeed a plight? Maybe, just maybe, there will be some answers for these riddles. All throughout our existence as a people we have searched for enlightenment. When we find it, will we fear it as Rose did or accept if for all it is as Rose has?
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:56:11 GMT -5
Segment: What has come to be... (Credit: FSX)
The crowd is still on a high from what’s already happened at Genocide, everyone seems ready for the next match to begin but are quickly silenced as the lights go off instead and the titantron shows a black and white picture of the International title laying in the middle of a empty ring.
Voice : A chance to prove that they will soon stand among the legends, or continue to prove that their reign will live immortal..
The words 'Bloody Valentine' flash across the screen as highlights of the international battle royal are shown in the background.
Voice : They were given this chance at Bloody Valentine..8 unlikely opponents were placed in a battle royal to prove that they deserved to be given a golden opportunity against a man who has defeated the best the business has to offer...
Will Anger is shown flying over the top rope as Fallen Souls performs a split-legged moonsault to the rookie monster.
Voice : Some though believe that they were robbed of this chance, though the choices they made are more at fault then the people who caused their bitter defeat..
More views and moments of the battle royal are shown, before the moment rookie monster is tossed from the ring by Fallen Souls is shown, pausing at that moment as he is mid air.
Voice : In the end though, only one can truly be victorious.. It means nothing to win the battle then lose the war.
TNT is shown delivering a huge RKO to FSX and getting the pin, then being attacked and stared down by Rookie Monster after the match.
Voice : Controversy and allegations to the champion were made left and right, before a night was decided upon to settle all of the scores…the night though settled nothing and left people mystified.
'Thursday Night Meltdown , March 17th 2005 is shown flashing across the screen before the end of the Will Anger vs Rookie monster match is shown.
Voice : A unclear winner...A undecided number one contender..
The more humorous highlights of FSX vs TNT are shown, as the 'Gorooooo Rushhhhhh' and Tuna slapping finish are shown in a more dramatized way.
Voice : And a match of bizarre humour....mortal kombat related chants....and a large frozen tuna…<br> The screen flickers back to the screen with the International title on it and the Official Genocide banner at the top of the screen.
Voice : The final battle is upon us for the International title and these four men will give body and soul for the gold..
A picture of Will Anger flashes onto the screen in one of the bottom corners.
Voice : The dark horse to win the match, or the bald menace not to be reckoned with...
"Will : This is MY moment! I am NOT a joke!"
A picture of The Rookie Monster now flashes in the bottom middle of the screen.
Voice : A true monster....he has learned and grown from every match he has had, is it his time to win his first title..
"Rookie: TNT, The belt is yours for now but trust me, it won't be for long."
Another picture of FSX appears in the other bottom corner now.
Voice : Or will it be the man who has defeated all of his opponents in singles competition on his crusade to be recognized..
"FSX: This is my moment...I'm not getting cheated by a damn fish again!"
A final picture of TNT appears above the other three, transparent with the International title.
Voice: Many believe this is his night…and that his reign will last for months to come, The main person to believe this is TNT...but can he survive with three men gunning for him?
"TNT : Not Yoko, not Ridley, not Latino, not RDK, not Will Anger, not anyone! Nobody can take this title from me!"
Voice : The time has come for us all to find out who will be the last one remaining when the bell rings..Will Anger, Rookie Monster, Fallen Souls, and TNT..this is the deciding moment.
The screen stays frozen on the picture at hand before the lights come back on and it fades out. The crowd is heard much louder then before anticipating what they hope to be a great match as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:56:50 GMT -5
Match 9: FSX VS TNT VS Rookie VS Will Anger – ACW International Title Elimination Match (Credit: Wyvern) The sold-out crowd here tonight has been enjoying Genocide so far, as evidenced by the over-the-top crowd reactions so far into the night. Now, the excitement has started to hit a fevered pitch, as the final matches of the night are on the docket. However, excitement equals money for the ACW, seeing as how the ACW merchandise booths are scrambling to pull out any remaining items out of the boxes below the booths. It appears everything has been selling extremely well. The limited edition shirts of Genocide, which feature every match on a unique shirt are amongst the best-sellers. All of the merchandise sold is a good barometer of the ACW’s ability to draw crowds in and keep them coming. The crowd’s attention, however, shifts when Phillip enters the ring to announce the next match.Phillip: The following contest is an elimination match, for the ACW International Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Parts Unknown, a member of the Senatorial Stable, Will Anger! The crowd boos as “Ugly” by the Exies hits the P.A., as Will Anger appears at the entranceway. In a match where he’s pitted against an ally, he looks pretty confident that he will do well here tonight. He ignores the jeers and boos as he runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He mounts a turnbuckle and taunts the crowd, for even more boos, before hopping down to await his opponents.Phillip: Introducing next, hailing from Blackpool, England, the Rookie Monster! ”Lamb of God” hits to a stronger chorus of boos as Rookie emerges from the entranceway. He looks to be all psyched up for this opportunity to win the International Title, as acknowledged by his cocky swagger down to the ring, which has a hint of seriousness splashed into it as well. He climbs over the top rope, and enters the ring, charging at Will Anger before the other two men have been announced. Rookie gets Anger down right away with a Lou Thesz press, and starts to wail on him.Phillip: And introducing next, hailing from Soul Universe, another member of the Senatorial Stable, FallenSouls! ”Boldly Going Nowhere” hits, and FSX is off, rushing down to ringside at a fevered pitch, as he slides into the ring, and makes the save, dropkicking Rookie down to the mat. As Rookie staggers up to his feet, FSX spears him down to the mat, and he and Will Anger start stomping on Rookie, looking to gain an advantage before the champion enters the match.Phillip: Introducing now, coming to the ring, he is your ACW International Champion, and a member of the Corporate Alliance, TNT! As “Away” hits to a very negative reaction, TNT emerges from the entranceway to even more booing, but he pauses, watching the action in the ring. He starts to walk to the ring slowly, cockily and with more confidence than imaginable, knowing that everyone in the ring is all for themselves. TNT walks to ringside, and watches the action unfold, as Rookie counters a double Irish whip into a double clothesline. The ref calls for the bell.The bell rings. Rookie launches into attack mode on Will and FSX, but screeches to a halt as a realization quickly comes about his mind. He forgot that TNT was also in this match, and he turns to confront TNT, whom is “chilling out” at ringside. However, since it’s an elimination match, the duo of Will and FSX don’t care, as they hit a double slingshot suplex on Rookie. FSX mounts the top rope, as Will picks up Rookie onto his shoulders, and they hit a textbook Doomsday Device. Will makes a cover on Rookie. 1…2…kick out by Rookie, who looks to not be going down anytime soon, regardless of the pre-emptive attack. Anger and FSX move in on Rookie again, as TNT moves over to that area of the ring, taunting Rookie from the outside, being only mere feet away from the action. This proves to be a mistake, as Rookie reaches through the ropes, ignoring the stomping at hand, to clutch TNT’s throat, and squeezing. TNT frantically tries to think of a solution to get out of the choke, and he does so by jumping up, and slamming Rookie’s arm into the mat as he falls to the ground, gasping for air. Anger and FSX laugh at the two men, and they dump Rookie out of the ring as well, landing on top of TNT. Rookie and TNT slowly get up, and they start throwing fists at each other in frenzy, looking to incapacitate the other. Rookie manages to land a boot into the midsection of TNT, and DDT him down onto the arena floor, as the crowd winces from witnessing the brutal impact. Seeing FSX and Anger taunting with their backs turned in the ring, Rookie rushes into the ring, but it turns out to be a very clever ploy, as FSX and Anger use the crowd’s reaction as a signal, to turn around and duck, trying to do a double back body drop, but Rookie utilizes some of his ingenuity, and rolls them both up for a double sunset flip! The ref counts 1…FSX kicks out…2….Will Anger kicks out with the aid of FSX! Rookie looks disappointed, but the crowd roars in approval from the very impressive maneuver.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:57:29 GMT -5
TNT rushes in the ring, to get revenge on Rookie, recovering from the DDT on the outside. He catches Rookie from behind with a quick and surprising RKO, and the crowd looks on stunned. However, he spins back up to hit another on Anger, which also connects! He rushes at FSX and tries to hit another, but FSX throws him off. Frustrated, TNT charges FSX, slamming him into a turnbuckle and wailing him with lefts and rights, topping it off by raking his eyes, temporarily blinding him. Anger gets up, seeing TNT rake FSX’s eyes, and charges TNT. TNT laughs, and sidesteps Anger, who runs into the blinded FSX, who mistakes him for TNT, lifting him up for a Soul Transfer and nailing it, completely unaware until his eyesight returns, with TNT laughing directly above him. Outraged, he tackles TNT to the ground, and lays into him, as Rookie drapes his arm around Anger, seeing a quick elimination. 1…2…3!
Phillip: Will Anger has been eliminated!
The announcement makes FSX whip around very much like the girl from the Exorcist, and he tries to move over to get revenge by attacking Rookie, but he’s still engaged with TNT, who pulls him into a massive headbutt. FSX falls back, as TNT rolls out, cockily taunting the crowd. Rookie scrambles to his feet as FSX reels back, and he spins FSX back, and hits a nice sheer brainbuster, and the lights in FSX’s mind go out. Rookie covers FSX for the pin. 1…2…kick out by FSX, as TNT looks on, disappointed by the failure of Rookie to eliminate FSX. TNT even shouts out his disappointment, and Rookie rushes him in anger from the comments made, and it’s actually a ploy by the two, as TNT back body drops Rookie, sending him to the apron, and Rookie springs off the ropes to attempt a very uncharacteristic and rare splash to FSX, but the unpredictability of TNT gets the best of Rookie, as TNT waits for Rookie to launch high enough before jumping and catching him with an RKO! Rookie bounces skyhigh from the impact, and TNT laughs at him, mocking him for even trusting him for a mere moment. TNT walks to FSX, and tries to pick him up, but FSX nails a low blow in desperation, followed up with a superkick. TNT crashes down to the mat, and FSX runs the ropes, avoiding Rookie as he leaps off the ropes and nails a lionsault into a 450 splash known as the Frozen Motion on TNT! The crowd goes wild as FSX actually hit the maneuver. He covers TNT for a pin. 1…2…kick out by TNT! FSX picks up TNT and drags him to mid-ring. He starts to lift him into a Soul Transfer, but Rookie recovers enough to low blow FSX, and FSX falls to the ground again, as TNT lands on the mat. Rookie pulls FSX into the Rookie Bomb position, and lifts him up. TNT sees this, and calls for Rookie to hold it up, and he does, and Rookie and TNT deliver the mother of all powerbomb neckbreaker-esque combos, with a Rookie Bomb/RKO combo! TNT covers FSX for the pin. 1…2…kick out by FSX, as the crowd goes ballistic.
It appears that FSX won’t go down like Villano IV, as he struggles to get up to his feet. TNT and Rookie look at each other, completely frustrated by the events that have unfolded so far in this match. They start arguing with each other, wondering why the other man wasn’t able to keep the other two down. However, they both come to a realization that there was no plan to begin with, as they start fighting with each other once again. FSX climbs up to his feet, as the two men are duking it out, trading blows left and right. FSX moves up to them , and hits a dropkick onto both of them, sending them into the turnbuckle. He rushes the two of them, but they manage to double him over, and place him on the turnbuckle. They both climb the top rope, looking to hit a superplex, but FSX isn’t going down like this. He low blows both of them, and picks them up very slowly, launching off the ropes, nailing a double Soul Harvest! The crowd goes apeshit over the maneuver, as FSX lies on top of both men as the ref counts. 1…2…3! The bell rings!
Phillip: Here is your winner, and new ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, FallenSouls!
The crowd roars in approval as “Boldly Going Nowhere” by Ark Endon hits. FSX celebrates his title victory by clutching the title as hard as he can, holding it to himself. Will, and the rest of the Senatorial Stable come out and enter the ring to congratulate FSX on the victory, as the dejected TNT heads backstage, and Rookie soon follows suit; but TNT is never down for long, and the fans know that Rookie turned a corner tonight – none of his opponents, nor the rest of the locker room, will treat him lightly from now on. The camera fades with the Senatorial Stable carrying FSX off on their shoulders.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:58:54 GMT -5
Segment: Don’t Hold Back (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera fades into the locker room of the New Breed. It’s a quiet atmosphere, with Oliver and Jake looking at the slumped-over Wyvern, who has his head in his hands, looking to be down. It’s not too much longer before his match with Rose.
Jake: Wyvern, what’s up with you? You’re normally never down like this.
Oliver: I think we should leave him alone.
Jake and Oliver start to leave, but Wyvern speaks to get their attention.
Wyvern: Look…I don’t want to hurt Rose. I know I’m the 1999 EWL King of Hardcore, but it doesn’t mean I wanted to inflict massive amounts of pain on another, especially a woman.
Jake: Then why did you accept the challenge?
Wyvern: Call it foolishness, call it whatever you want. I leapt at the opportunity to prove to myself here in the ACW, not really knowing of where I currently stand. I’m the longest reigning ACW Entertainment champion, and I couldn’t see that as my crowning accomplishment here. Now I’m booked into a match where the only real goal for the match is punishment.
Oliver: You’re not really making sense. Not too long ago, you were chomping at the bit for a match that tailored to your hardcore tendencies. Now you’re questioning yourself on every move you make.
Wyvern: Perhaps I am… However, look at who I’m going up against. Rose, whom I’ve stood toe-to-toe with two times already. She’s sadistic, that’s a given, but there’s something more about her. I fear there’s something going on, that makes her feel that she needed this match. Why else would she have waited this long to make the match with me?
Jake and Oliver look at each other, and then shrug their shoulders.
Wyvern: I didn’t expect you two to figure anything out for me. Just showing your concern is enough for me. Anyways, I need a few moments to be alone… I need to sort some things out prior to my match.
Jake: Very well, Wyvern. Good luck in your match tonight, be careful man.
Oliver: Yeah, we’ll be here after if you need any help.
Jake and Oliver exit the locker room, leaving Wyvern alone. He looks around the room, and his eye catches the King of Hardcore trophy sitting in his locker. He picks it up, and sets it next to where he is sitting. He stares at it intently.
Wyvern: What did I ever do to deserve this? Simply put, I threatened the lives of fellow wrestlers in matches geared to the pre-pubescent hardcore fanatics of the EWL, who were fresh off of watching stuff like the ECW.
Wyvern grasps the trophy in his hand, and he clenches it tightly, knuckles turning white from the amount of force exerted on the trophy.
Wyvern: What did I gain from it?! Besides the ever-racking guilt and a shift in my career, nothing else! I’ve put my body on the line nowhere near as much as the people I’ve hurt, only to become a profiteer from their pain and agony.
Wyvern sighs, as he looks at the trophy a little more.
Wyvern: Rose… You don’t deserve what’s in store for you. I don’t deserve to inflict any pain. You deserve understanding and respect, but it’s so hard to fight these urges to revert to my old ways. You can easily understand, as you seem to be struggling with the very opposite. However, the stage has been set. There’s no stopping the cogs of fate that have turned. Tonight, we are going to participate in a sadist’s dream match, when we both are conflicted with the aspect of violence. Who’s going to prevail? It’s going to end up with the person who’s the most able to kept their old ways intact emerging victorious. Rose… I just want you to know… fuck it, this is my night to break free of my regret, to break free from the chains of violence in cathartic cleansing. Rose, tonight don’t hold back… just for one night only.
Wyvern takes his King of Hardcore trophy, and gives it a long stare. Then, in an expected move, whips it at a nearby mirror, shattering the mirror into hundreds of pieces, and breaking the trophy in the process. He looks at his hands after doing so.
Wyvern: One night only…will I be as I once was. I’m sorry Rose… I don’t want to hurt you.
Wyvern walks out of the room, and is ready for his match. What’s going on in Wyvern’s mind as of late? Will he be able to control his mixed feelings tonight in his match against Rose? Only time will tell.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:59:48 GMT -5
Match 10: Alexandra “White Rose” Kaesar vs. Wyvern - Russian Chain Match The fans are looking almost as tired as the wrestlers themselves after a huge match; they’ve been taken on a trip that’s been filled with emotional highs and lows tonight, and yet they all somehow sense that this is about to be increased 10 fold with the final 2 matches on the card. Philip is his normal composed self as he enters the ring, a welcome voice of calm and control amid all the chaos. The ring itself has been prepared in the necessary manner, with dual – coloured (red and blue) lights at each corner and the chain itself lying in the centre.Philip: This is an intergender Russian Chain Match; the winner will be the first person who touches the sensor pads on all four corners of the ring. Introducing first, from Tacoma Washington, the leader of the New Breed and ACW Entertainment Champion…..Wyvern! ”Trip Like I Do” hits, and the biggest pop of the night so far greets Wyvern as he steps out on to the stage. Wyvern looks gratified by the response, but his pleasure can only slightly conceal the obvious concern he has in approaching such a brutal match. It’s not fear, far from it; rather, an appreciation of the great risks to himself and his opponent that both have to deal with.
Wyvern reaches the ring, and the referee secures one end of the long chain to his left hand; Wyvern tests the weight in his hands thoughtfully.
Then, “Her Ghost in the Fog” hits, and there is another huge response – perhaps not totally positive, but awe – inspiring in its intensity.Philip: And his opponent, from St Petersburg, Russia……..Alexandra Kaesar, the White Rose! Rose enters with the same, totally one – tracked expression that she had in her last promo; though the sound around her is thunderous it’s as if she barely hears it at all. Her walk to the ring is slow and steady, and she stares straight ahead; this is her moment of truth, where she must discover if all her convictions stand up to the ultimate acid test.
Rose steps through the ropes and just stares at Wyvern as the referee attaches her to the other end of the chain, this time on her right hand (since she is left – handed, thus ensuring that both contestants are on an equal footing). Now that both people are in the ring, the crowd can properly appreciate that the chain is considerably longer than that normally employed in this kind of contest. The fans are all intrigued to see what effect this will have on the dynamics of the match, and the noise levels rise up as the referee completes his final checks and gives the all clear for the match to start.Bell Rings. Rose and Wyvern don’t move right away; this match is clearly about far, far more than simply who can reach the four corners first. The chain is ignored for the first couple of minutes as the pair move close and test each other out, hold and counter hold; Rose gives Wyvern a taste of her favoured Full Nelson, and Wyvern responds by breaking out of that and twisting Rose around into a double chickenwing. He then tries to convert this into a sort of facebuster, Rose however is too on the ball to be caught out and she extracts herself with consummate skill, wrapping a portion of the chain around her right hand and then lighting into Wyvern, using the chain to increase the effectiveness of her less – used punching arm. Wyvern takes a few hits but then whips Rose toward the ropes – Rose is ready to spring back from them, but Wyvern stamps on the unwinding chain so that Rose is pulled off of her feet and lands, back first. In a flash Wyvern scoots over and starts stomping Rose; Rose holds up her arms, and then quickly snags Wyvern’s stomping foot with a loop of chain, rolling herself over so that Wyvern gets the same treatment that he gave to her. Wyvern topples over, and carrying her idea forward Rose grabs more of the chain and throws it over Wyvern’s head; she pulls tight and Wyvern gags as the chain starts to throttle him. Rose wears a broad smile on her face, but the more emotionally keyed – up sense that it’s not 100% sincere; after less than a minute Rose releases the pressure and gets up, running to the nearest corner to trigger one of the (red) lights there. She heads to the next one, moving fast – perhaps too fast. As she runs in and hits the pad, Wyvern rolls to his feet and uses the whiplash effect a second time, but this time he pulls extremely hard with both hands and Rose actually flies backward a few feet from the force. Wyvern moves in quickly and lifts Rose up, slamming her on to the chain lying on the mat. Rose looks to be in some pain as Wyvern drives her back into the corner she just left; not only does this allow him to catch up and illuminate one of the blue lights, but he also has Rose confined to a place where he can do some serious damage. Using a piston – punching action, Wyvern batters Rose, his eyes alight as much of his former hardcore attitude is coming back to him; once he’s worked her over, Wyvern lifts Rose up and sets her into the Tree of Woe. He steps though the ropes, unhindered due to the length of the chain, and then proceeds to use the chain to choke Rose from the outside – Rose struggles to free herself, and after a few moments Wyvern seems to have a second thought much as Rose did. He stops the choking action, which lets Rose get some air and calm herself enough to get out of the compromising position, and Wyvern covers his mental indecision by nipping along the apron and setting off the second of his beacons, bringing the match back to all square. The reflective moment only lasts for a second or two, as a recovered Rose with new resolve rushes over and clotheslines Wyvern to the ground before he can get back inside the ring. Rose follows up with one of her trademark moonsaults, and the crowd yells as it connects, placing both competitors on the outside; Rose and Wyvern get up, and then discover that as Wyvern had stepped though the ropes, not over them, that the chain is now hooked over the top rope. This restricts the movement of both parties, so at first they fight toe to toe; then Rose ups the ante by whipping Wyvern toward one of the steel ring posts. Wyvern, however, controls his trajectory and slips around the side of the ring; he keeps running and Rose has to follow, like a person being dragged by a large and determined dog on a lead. Rose almost goes into the post herself, but at the last second she dives into the ring, forward – rolls across the corner, and dives out the other side, thus freeing herself and earning a pop for her acrobatics.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 16:00:56 GMT -5
The brawling pair exchange mighty chops as they advance around the ring, toward the side with the announce tables. As they pass the timekeeping area, Rose boots Philip off of his chair and grabs it, further arming herself for the fight. She pursues Wyvern and misses him on the first swing; thinking fast, Wyvern takes ups some of the slack in the chain and holds it up, strung out between his hands. Rose’s second shot rings against the taut chain, and Wyvern finds this innovative new defence to be highly effective. Rose keeps pressing forward, however, and the closeness of the rest of the chain to Wyvern’s feet is his undoing as he trips over in his haste to maintain some distance. Rose immediately focuses on Wyvern’s legs, attacking his knees – Wyvern yells in pain, and the distraction lets Rose get in a head shot. The crowd winces at the CRACK, and Wyvern is dazed; seeing where she is Rose checks the positioning of the chain and climbs up the nearest post. She triggers her third light on the way, thus ensuring that she can continue to enjoy herself and be able to finish the match quickly if required; standing atop the post Rose holds up her arms and takes aim at Wyvern. In a masterstroke of timing, Wyvern kips up just as Rose’s feet lose contact with the post, and with a huge effort he wrenches on the chain. Rose’s flightpath is compromised, and the fans scream as she sails over Wyvern’s head and smashes right down on to the left – hand announce desk, utterly crushing it. Wyvern still looks dizzy from the hit to the head, and he gathers himself enough to hop up on the apron and tag his own 3rd beacon to level the scores. What he can’t see is Rose rising up, total fury in her eyes, and the crowd takes a step back as Rose pops her knuckles and prepares to attack.
Wyvern barely has a chance to see Rose as she rolls past him under the bottom rope; Rose stands, kicks Wyvern off to the outside and then rushes across the ring diagonally, sliding out on the other. Wyvern has just about found his feet when Rose grabs the chain and pulls, sending Wyvern head – first into the ring post. Rose keeps pulling, and by almost sheer force of will drags Wyvern across the ring until he tumbles out next to her. Eyes alight, Rose stamps a mudhole into her opponent and is in total command of the match; she eyes the stage at the top of the ramp, elevated by a good 10 feet, and the crowd remembers her earlier declaration. The tone gets very worried as Rose hauls a now lightly – bleeding Wyvern up the ramp, Wyvern tries to dig his heels in but he can’t get any traction on the smooth metal. Reaching the top, everyone knows what Rose intends to do, and Wyvern fights back with new force summoned by the clear and present danger. Rose won’t be denied, though; this is her moment to put all her doubts to rest for good. A dizzying kick halts Wyvern’s brave defence, and Rose loops the chain over his head before lightly pushing him backward and letting gravity do the rest…<br> The crowd screams in terror; Wyvern manages to grab the edge of the stage and so stop the fall being lethal, but Rose stomps on his fingers and Wyvern drops so that he’s hanging freely. This is very different to Rose’s early technique; Wyvern is now trapped by his own weight, and Rose watches intently as she holds the chain in place with her feet and hands – she has to use quite a bit of strength to keep Wyvern from dropping completely to the ground. The fans hope that Rose will tire quickly, but there’s no sign of that, and Wyvern’s struggle is heart rending as he clutches uselessly at the metal chain links. The crowd roars its disapproval as Rose continues staring; they berate her for her lack of feeling…. and then stop, because the expression on Rose’s face is not what anyone expected to see. Rather than triumph or even satisfaction, Rose looks pale, and pained…. almost as pale as Wyvern himself. She closes her eyes, but she can still hear the sound of his feet banging against the edge of the stage, and then….quite without warining, Rose launches herself off of the platform. She falls downward and lands on top of Wyvern, and both take damage, but Wyvern can breathe once more and he gasps for air as he throws the chain off of him. He’s totally open to attack, but though Rose can see it, she seems unable to move; she just kneels, looking first at Wyvern and then at the chain, unfathomable thoughts filling her mind.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 16:01:39 GMT -5
If Rose is having a few problems, Wyvern’s own resolve has just become like iron. His expression darkens, and it’s he that capitalizes on the aftermath of the hanging incident; he pulls Rose up and, without hesitation, executes the Downfall. Rose is locked into the Dragon Sleeper, and Wyvern’s voice is filled with anger.
Wyvern: Having fun yet, Rose? Come on, tell me you like it!
The fans are just as shocked by Wyvern’s wrath as they were by Rose’s hesitation. Wyvern doesn’t hold the sleeper in for long; much as Rose did to him, he pulls his opponent back down the ramp to the area directly outside the ring. Rose has recovered enough to fight back but the match has flipped 180 degrees, and now Wyvern’s ruling the roost; he batters Rose, punch after punch, until she slides down against the back of one of the posts. Still raging, Wyvern looks about him; he sees the chair that was used earlier, but then gets a much nastier idea. Using the length of the chain to full advantage, Wyvern tracks over and pulls off the top half of one of the two sets of steel steps. He walks back toward Rose and the fans shout out urgently; after the horrors of Ridley’s match no – one wants to see Wyvern go the same way. Wyvern stares at Rose and coldly lifts up the step section, high above his head; it’s heavy and takes a lot of strength to lift. Rose actually looks afraid, in incredibly rare sight, but her instincts and self – preservation kick in. Before Wyvern can react Rose grabs the chain and pulls it as hard as she can; the jerking action pulls Wyvern’s hand away and the crowd screams as the heavy metal falls right on top of Wyvern himself. The CRUNCH is crystal clear and it’s the second faint – triggering incident of the night; Rose picks herself up and cautiously approaches where Wyvern is lying with the steps on top of him. She pulls them away (no – one else is strong enough to move them alone) and the sight is terrible to behold; Wyvern is conscious and moving, a little, but he’s been split wide open on his head and is now bleeding extremely heavily. The referee, who’s had very little to do in this match, is about to call it off there and then but Wyvern waves him away, insisting that he will continue. Rose waits until the referee reluctantly accepts Wyvern’s decision before pulling him up and rolling him back into the ring. She follows, but there seems to be a little hesitation in her movements, and the crowd wonder what on earth the outcome of all this will be.
Wyvern struggles back to his feet; Rose meets him, and they trade punches and kicks, though Wyvern’s aim is slightly compromised by the blood in his eyes. Both seem to have forgotten about the chain for the moment, and though Rose fights powerfully as always her focus seems to be shifting to a technical rather than all - out brutal style. She delivers a neat suplex and then makes a beeline toward the last beacon, however her choice of move previously means that she has to pass by the downed Wyvern, and her opponent trips her and brings her down before she can reach her destination. A bit of scrapping on the mat takes place, until suddenly out of nowhere Wyvern manages to lock in a figure four; he makes full use of the match stipulation and wraps the chain around Rose’s bent leg, pulling on the chain to substantially increase the leverage. Rose’s eyes widen; she’s never been one to shrink from a submission but the pain is clearly written across her face. She does not tap, partly because it would be pointless and partly out of pride, and yet as Wyvern watches his expression becomes worried, and almost a little guilty. With Rose’s leg now bending dangerously close to the point of permanent damage, Wyvern releases the hold and both parties sit on the mat for a moment, considering what’s been going on. Wyvern’s uncharacteristic rage has left him and, putting a hand to his still – bleeding head, he is reminded of all the injuries he’s given out and taken during his many hardcore matches. Rose looks at Wyvern and her expression is extremely strange; it’s as if she’s trying to stare with contempt for Wyvern’s “weakness”, but she just doesn’t seem able to maintain it. Slowly both competitors stand; Rose looks at Wyvern, and then at the last unclaimed corner. No words are spoken, but silently they agree on one thing – they both want to win this match, but not at any cost.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 16:02:14 GMT -5
In a second, the fight’s back on; Rose and Wyvern clash, and now they both have just one aim – to disable their opponent long enough to reach the last corner. Energy surges through them both; they whip each other around the ring, until Wyvern uses a bit too much force and Rose ends up going through the ropes to the outside. Wyvern tries to touch the corner pad but Rose has just rolled far enough that the chain stops him from reaching it; Realizing that he’s got to get Rose back into the ring Wyvern has no choice but to follow her lead and exit the ring on the same side and through the middle ropes. As he’s stepping through, Rose kips up, making the crowd yell, and jumps up beside him; the crowd yell even louder as Rose executes a perfect Russian legsweep, bringing both of them down with tremendous force. Rose is the first to stand; although she’s not suffering from blood loss like Wyvern, fatigue is really setting in and she has to concentrate before she can roll Wyvern back up on to the edge of the apron. As she’s about to re – enter herself, Rose spots the dented chair at her feet – on instinct she picks it up and takes it with her, and as Wyvern starts to move, he’s too dazed to see the danger. Rose lifts the chair, one more hit will ensure her victory…. but she pauses, aware perhaps now more than ever of the risks with every single impact. Rose makes an important decision – she hits Wyvern, but only across the back. Dropping the chair, she sprints for the finish….. as Wyvern jumps up, running on pure adrenaline. He grabs the unwinding chain and Rose’s motion is halted when her fingers are inches from the pad; Wyvern continues to reel her backward, and in her total focus on her goal Rose doesn’t turn around until it’s too late. Wyvern has climbed to the top of a second corner post, and as soon as Rose is in range he leaps up for a rare and hugely impressive Hurricanrana. Rose takes the full impact and slams into the mat; she sees the chain moving quickly on the edge of her field of vision, rolls to her knees, and grabs it, pulling as hard as she can……
It’s not quite enough. Wyvern lunges at the last turnbuckle, and slaps it an instant before Rose arrests his flight.
Philip: Here is your winner……….Wyvern!
Wyvern lies still on the mat, too exhausted from effort and blood loss to move right away. Rose is still kneeling on the mat with the chain in her hands from her last attempt to stop Wyvern reaching the final touchpad, and looks shocked at the match’s outcome.
Slowly Wyvern rolls to his feet, unsteady on them; the referee has taken the chain off of Rose and she approaches him so that they meet close to the middle. The two stare at one another, silently communicating their thoughts, and then Wyvern holds out a hand to Rose. She hesitates and then, cautiously, takes it; there’s a big surge of sound as the two competitors show respect for one another, but this also has an unfortunate side effect of masking the crowd’s reaction to the other thing that grabs their attention……..
Ridley has run to the ring and got into it behind Wyvern before anyone really registers what’s going on. In his weakened state Ridley only has to kick Wyvern once from behind to send him down face – first, and Rose can barely comprehend what she’s seeing as Ridley coldly curbstomps Wyvern with the use of the match chain, thus rendering him totally unconscious. Rose’s expression of shock is starting to mingle with anger; Ridley steps away from his latest victim, and the ringside mics just about pick up his one, and only comment before leaving.
Ridley: THAT’S how it’s done, Alexandra.
Rose’s face is flushing with real fury as Ridley stalks off without another word; the EMTs, who are seriously considering pressing for overtime allowances, hurry to attend to Wyvern. Rose looks at him, and then silently slides out of the ring and stalks toward the back; the crowd has no idea where all this is leading, but they have an uncanny feeling that it can’t be a happy ending this time……
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 16:03:54 GMT -5
Segment: Final encouragement (Credit: Yoko)
Yoko Satoshi is standing in the backstage area right before the entrance ramp, awaiting her match, staring into Mr. Floppy's face. Or what's left of it. She is startled when a hand falls on her shoulder. She turns to see Mercer Stanton and Elias.
Mercer: Eager for your match?
Yoko: Kind of.
Mercer: You really should leave the bunny behind, you don't need distractions.
Yoko: No...It's fine.
She smiles at him.
Yoko: There's a surprise, you'll see.
Mercer: I suppose I shall.
He puts his hand on her shoulder again.
Mercer: I want to apologize for getting you into this against your will.
Yoko: It's ok, I'm pretty sure I can do this.
Mercer: That's a good attitude. And you should know, win or lose, you have a bright future ahead of you in this business.
Yoko: Thank you.
Stanton smiles at her.
Mercer: If you ever need anything, feel free to come to me. But for now, I'll leave you to your mental preparation, or whatever it is that you were doing.
He and Elias leave the area, Yoko turns back to Mr. Floppy's remains.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 16:05:20 GMT -5
Segment: Coming to a surprising end... (Credit: BK London)
For the other participant in the main event, the situation is rather different; BK is now walking down a dark hallway and it seems that he is ankle deep in water. Having left his title in Gingerdude's office earlier he has nothing on him besides his wrestling attire and shirt. BK continues walking looking for his locker room.
BK: How long is this damn hallway?
BK continues walking and is obviously exhausted. As he continues walking the water becomes shallower and shallower until there is none left; as he’s approaching the end of the hallway BK sees that the cause of the mild flood is water trickling from a sewer cover, the presence of which bizarrely doesn’t seem strange to BK. BK reaches the end of the hallway and it seems he is only inches away from his locker room.
BK: Thank god. Why did my locker room have to be all the wa---
Suddenly the sewer cover is shoved aside and something grabs onto BK's leg. BK falls to the ground and yells as he is inexorably dragged backward into the gaping blackness. BK drops to the ground, in total darkness and he begins to crawl backwards on the floor.
BK: Who was that? Who's there? Tell me!
??: Your worst nightmare, faggot.
BK: Oh no, it couldn't be, it’s--
The fire blazes from the two torches of the Demon's Pit and it is none other than the Lord of Hardcore Ridley who is standing over BK London. BK begins to back up and as he gets up he tries to run to the door, his mind too paralyzed with fear to try and make sense of the utterly impossible geography of his “trip”..
Ridley: No running here, London.
As he reaches for the door, BK is abruptly stopped by a flaming circle that surrounds BK and Ridley. Ridley smirks as London just barely misses the flames and turns around in fear. BK looks at Ridley, scared as hell.
Ridley: Your Judgement Day is here, London.
Ridley charges at BK but BK retaliates with a swift kick to the abdomen of Ridley which barely phases him. Ridley is almost knocked off balance and BK fires back with some forearms to the face of Ridley but Ridley knees BK in the abdomen halting his assault. BK holds his gut in pain and Ridley then spits a substance at BK but BK rolls out the way just in time. As the substance hits the flames the burst of flames that appears becomes enormous. Some of the substance hits the door and immediatly eats through it as we find out that it is acid. BK grabs some dust from the floor and tosses it in the face of Ridley. Ridley is blinded temporarily and BK runs up to Ridley dropsaulting him into the flames. The flames engulf Ridley and BK watches, he then smiles to himself and begins doing the cabbage patch.
BK(sing song): I killed Ridley, I killed Ridley……..
Just then Ridley rises from the flames unbruised with no marks. BK turns around and he is shocked.
BK: Wait...Wait...Wait...I just killed you. You can't no sell death!
Ridley: You can't escape London. No one can.
Ridley charges toward BK and Yakuza Kicks him down. Ridley then picks up the legs of BK and sets up for the Curbstomp onto the flames. Sweat begins to drip from the face of BK and Ridley places his other foot on the back of London's head.
Ridley: It’s time...(echo)time....time...time...time...
Ridley's voice fades out and Kiley's voice fades in as BK London begins to open his eyes. He sees a white light and then Kiley looks over.
Kiley:....It’s time...time...time for your match honey.
BK rises up quickly and he sees his ACW Belt, Kiley, and the nurse, all gathered in the medical room. He begins to breathe and then looks over to Kiley.
Nurse: He’ll be fine, he must just have passed out in the corridor due to nerves.
Kiley: Go get 'em champ.
BK: Oh trust me, Kil, this belt is coming home with me.
BK hops off the table and he puts his belt around his waist and heads out his locker room to the stage, putting his nightmare behind him…. for now.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 16:07:05 GMT -5
Match 11: Yoko Satoshi vs. BK London - ACW World Title Match As Genocide reaches its grand climax the crowd reflects on all the sensational developments that they’ve seen tonight. Now, only one more match remains, but it couldn’t be more anticipated. And one thing’s for certain; in the ACW, anything can happen……Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached tonight’s main event – a singles match, for the ACW World Championship! ”Flower of Carnage” begins to play, and the fans start to cheer and yell at once.Philip: Presenting first, the challenger……from Okinawa Japan, Yoko Satoshi! Yoko walks out with Mr. Floppy in her arms; she’s still a bit apprehensive, but after BK and Ginger’s behaviour over the last few weeks, the crowd are behind her and they shout encouragement as she approaches the ring. Yoko enters and carefully sets Floppy down in a corner before returning to the centre of the ring.
Then, “Two Words” hits, and the fans go from cheering to serious booing as BK walks out, with his belt over his shoulder and cold determination in his eyes.Philip: And her opponent, from Brooklyn New York, he is the current ACW Champion……BK London! Now that it’s put up or shut up time, BK seems to have put all his previous mental traumas behind him. He walks steadily to the ring, defiantly flipping off all the jeering fans, and enters the ring, walking right up to Yoko and using his height advantage to try and intimidate her. Yoko won’t be browbeaten, however, and the referee takes and holds up the title belt, drawing a pop. There are no flashy gimmicks to check over; this is a pure contest between two highly talented individuals that requires no additional gilding. The ref makes his last checks, and there’s a great cheer from the crowd as the match officially begins.Bell Rings. Knowing what’s at stake, both Yoko and BK are cautious as the match begins. They circle, gradually getting closer and closer, until they touch hands. They lock their fingers together and push in a test of strength – BK has the size advantage, but Yoko’s own power has multiplied by several degrees since her arrival and she stands her ground, smiling as BK’s frustration starts to build. BK is the one who breaks the deadlock, releasing one hand and then whipping Yoko to the ropes. Yoko hits them and rushes back at speed; she tries to knock BK down but the champ holds firm and there’s a loud SMACK as Yoko bounces off, looking a little shaken. BK takes advantage right away and closes on Yoko, hitting her with a couple of chops before sending her to the ropes again. Yoko hurtles across and rebounds, and with a smirk BK lifts her up into a backbody drop with huge height and distance. Yoko sails over the ropes but she remains calm and, with a light twist, manages to land on her feet. BK’s already running forward for a vaulting body press as he sees Yoko getting back up on the apron, and though he can’t now halt the move he adjusts just enough to get a hand to the ropes and land on the apron just a foot or so away. Balanced on the ring’s edge, BK blasts Yoko with a punch – Yoko fires one back, BK lands a second, and Yoko follows suit, but this time BK ducks and Yoko’s motion spins her around. BK shoves the unbalanced Yoko, sending her into the ring post, and the crowd gets noisy as BK backs up and then executes a sort of Shooting Star Spear which takes both of them down to the outside mats. BK takes some damage from this, but he’s still able to roll Yoko back into the ring and make the first pin of the match. The ref has just made the 2 count when Yoko kicks, and the force with which she throws BK off of her shows that BK’s only really succeeded in stirring the hornet’s nest. Yoko’s on her feet and heading to the ropes as BK gets up; she hits them and charges back, and BK defends by catching her and converting the move into a powerbomb….except that Yoko won’t be fooled by this, and she uses her own kinetic energy to carry her right into a variation of the Flying Guillotine. BK gets brought down hard, and Yoko rolls him right into the pin before he really knows what’s going on. His kick on 2 is partially instinctive, and the fans can only wonder what exactly it will take before either of the competitors comes even close to a match – winning pin. Yoko and BK stand back up, their initial forays having dispelled any misconceptions they might have had about the difficulty of the task facing them. Yoko’s keen to keep the match on the move and she backs away from BK, taunting him into a pursuit, but BK won’t be drawn and he just leans, almost casually, against one of the corners. This frustrates Yoko a bit and she runs toward him, looking to step up into a guillotine kick, but BK jumps on to the bottom rope and flips himself over so that his feet land on Yoko’s shoulders as she passes beneath him. Using all the power in his lower body BK uses a headscissors – type move to hurl Yoko out of the ring; her landing this time is not elegant, and it takes her a couple of seconds to stand back up, by which time BK has raced across the ring for a ricochet from the opposite side and takes off into a springboard diving attack complete with an airborne flip. The fans can’t help but be impressed with BK’s aerial stunts, however BK’s lack of modesty about his talents means that his trash – talking of Yoko earns plenty of heat from the fans arranged around the ring. BK moves close to Yoko for a power move of some description, but as he pulls Yoko up she turns around and uses her trademark back kick to make BK sink down, grimacing at the impact which reminds him of an earlier mallet shot a little too much. Yoko backs up and the fans in the front watch intently as Yoko runs forward, going for the Pop From Okinawa; BK’s prepared for this attack and ducks, but Yoko’s one step ahead and those fortunate enough to have front row seats find their willingness to pay ludicrous scalper prices rewarded by a perfect view as Yoko switches feet in mid – air to hit BK regardless. The strike sends BK over sideways, eyes rolling, and the fans cheer Yoko on as she bundles BK back into the ring and makes a cover. The slight delay incurred in her efforts to get the well – built BK back to the ring gives BK enough time to recover and kick free at 2, but nevertheless Yoko’s won this particular round and it’s BK playing catchup as the “game” continues.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 16:07:54 GMT -5
The fans shout loudly as Yoko, fired up and getting into her stride, starts to kick BK repeatedly in the gut, working his lower body over. BK finds it difficult to employ pure defence here and, trying to fight back, misjudges Yoko’s height and accidentally clips the referee, who reels back with his head spinning. Quick as a flash, Yoko produces one of her trademarks and crowd – pleasers; BK walks right into a poison mist blast, which in the lights has a deep blue hue. BK cries out in pain and staggers back, trying to rub the mist away; blinded, it’s a simple matter for Yoko to go to the near corner and execute a fast missile dropkick. BK crashes down and the fans yell as Yoko appraises the situation – the referee isn’t quite back with things, so rather than pin Yoko runs to the ropes and builds some power and speed for a running double leg drop. Things don’t quite go to plan, however; BK kips up as she approaches and takes her to the mat with the Downward Spiral. This is the setup for a new technique which BK’s worked on just for this match; he places his left leg under Yoko’s neck, puts his right arm underneath his leg and then reaches around with his other arm, locking his hands together and applying pressure to complete the Koji Clutch. The most savvy of the fans murmur and then start to become more vocal – the move is known for its risky nature and Yoko is already starting to lose colour in her face as BK keeps the hold on. Yoko tries to claw BK off, however his strength is too great; things look bad for the challenger, but she has one option open to her. In his hurry to set up the move BK has left the pair of them only about a foot from the ropes; by thrashing with her whole body Yoko is able to edge closer until, on the edge of consciousness, she gets a foot to the ropes. The ref counts to 5 and BK looks livid as he has to release the hold – he knows he was close to taking Yoko out completely. In an attempt to complete the job BK quickly rolls Yoko up, but all her training means that her body re – oxygenates quickly, and she kicks free at just past the 2 count.
BK’s general satisfaction with the situation is falling with every single moment; he and Yoko trade several strong attacks, with BK using his impressive Northern Lights Suplex, and Yoko delivering her vertical version with equal fire and force. BK’s attacks are unrelenting but he can’t quite find the key to wearing Yoko out, and Yoko’s spirits soar when she tricks BK into a rash charge from which she’s able to trip him and get him back down to the mat. Yoko immediately tries to apply her Old Ball and Chain, but BK once again has a response prepared; before Yoko can lock the move in, BK pushes up with his arms and tosses Yoko right across the ring with the strength in his feet and legs. Yoko lands hard, and though the fans shout encouragement BK is now intent on finishing the match off and securing his title; he heads over, and as Yoko stands BK delivers the Unprettier with great violence. He pins, and Yoko has to fight to get her shoulder up before 3. Undeterred, BK starts tuning up the band; Yoko struggles to her feet, and as BK strikes she ducks in the nick of time. BK, showing he’s a fast learner, switches feet and delivers a second, successful superkick as Yoko straightens up. BK makes another pin, and Yoko beats the 3 count by the skin of her teeth. The crowd are now seriously worried, and BK is cockily confident as Yoko gets up again – he closes in and goes for the Revolver, but Yoko shoves him back. BK is surprised, and with incredible speed Yoko jumps forward and sends the fans nuts by using an enormous Ace Crusher. The thud as they both land is ground – shaking, and Yoko pins, 1,2,th – there’s a loud groan as BK kicks, and he rolls to his feet with a face of pure fury. Yoko prepares to defend herself but BK is slightly quicker; we grabs her and whips her straight into the referee, who is sent back against the post. Both Yoko and the referee are dazed, and BK’s eyes glint malevolently as he looks at the scene…..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 16:08:38 GMT -5
With the referee down, BK is able to slip from the ring, grab his belt, and take down Yoko with it just as she’s getting back up. The crowd bellows with anger as BK smirks and taunts them, but as BK is facing away from the ring the sound changes in a second, and BK turns around to be confronted by Rose, who gives him a quick smile before DDTing him to the mat. Yoko’s badly dazed and taking some time to recover; Rose is about to check on her, but before she can do so there’s the sound of an engine starting up which no – one can locate at first. But all is revealed as from underneath the ring emerges Ridley, tooled up with Masamune already roaring viciously. BK’s only just shaking himself awake after Rose’s attack as Ridley jumps into the ring, and without any preamble drives the snarling weedwhacker into BK’s chest, cutting a series of gashes before he’s knocked down, his eyes wide in total terror as all his nightmares come true. Ridley throws the weedwhacker out of the ring and totally out - interferes Rose by finishing off with the Flayer, which leaves BK completely out of it. Rose is seething with barely suppressed rage, but she keeps her cool as Ridley moves over to Yoko and starts to help her up, lifting from behind. Like so many others Rose gets only the briefest of warnings in the form of a nasty look from Ridley before he inexplicably grabs both of Yoko’s arms and curbstomps her, leaving her as immobile as BK. Her fuse expiring on the spot, Rose storms toward Ridley – they argue furiously but inaudibly for about 15 seconds, with a great deal of facial expression and gesturing, before it dies down and Ridley extends his arms with the offer of a hug. Rose pauses and then accepts. They embrace, and all is well… for about 3 seconds, until Rose out of nowhere kicks Ridley forcibly in the gut and nails him with the Mark of the Rose. The crowd screams in disbelief as Ridley hits the mat and Rose rolls out of the ring, looking satisfied; they scream even louder when Ridley sits up, his face contorted with rage, and then kips up to dash to the ropes and plancha from them to smash down on top of Rose.
The crowd is absolutely amazed as Ridley and Rose fly at each other and start to really fight – no one’s seen them truly determined to hurt one another like this since Heatwave, when Ridley was not himself. With Yoko and BK still down along with the referee, the battle rages with huge punches and kicks being exchanged until someone backstage gets their act together, and just about the entire security contingent is scrambled, with Bruce and Tyrone at its head. The two huge men try to separate the clawing pair, but Tyrone gets a Yakuza Kick to the face, and Bruce smashes his head against the metal ramp when Rose spears Ridley back into him. So fierce is the fighting that Ginger himself comes out; he shouts orders from the back of the melee, but then Rose bursts out of the pack with Ridley close behind her, and Ginger takes a punch right in the face when Rose ducks out of the way. Ginger yells and clasps a hand to his face to stem his nosebleed as the weight of numbers finally wins out and Rose and Ridley are separated.
Ginger: Aaargh! That’s it! Get these two out of here and well away from each other…. and the rest of you, help get Bruce and Tyrone to the back. God, I think I might need plastic surgery….
As the ramp is cleared, the delay has been sufficient for BK, Yoko and the referee to come around. BK’s eyes dart from side to side in case Ridley is still about; Yoko can’t quite remember exactly what happened, though she has a disconcerting memory which for now she puts down to fatigue. As both contenders reach a vertical position the crowd turns its full attention back to the title match, and the look on BK and Yoko’s faces suggest that neither is ready to give in just yet.
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