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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:11:38 GMT -5
Segment: Contingency Plans (Credit: Yoko)
The scene fades in on Yoko Satoshi in her locker room, we can see the familiar glow of her laptop and hear the clicking of the keys. She's obviously talking to Yuki.
Charichu006: So then he believed me.
I Am Meta Knight: You're really fixing up my reputation back home, I appreciate it a lot.
Charichu006: It's the least I could do after buying into Hitomi's story. Especially since you're not here yourself.
I Am Meta Knight: I might be soon.
Charichu006: What?
I Am Meta Knight: Stanton says if he gets control, the first thing he'll do is fire me.
Charichu006: But he can't!
I Am Meta Knight: It doesn't really matter. Would I want to stay around if I lost anyway? I'd be done with the title, which was my reason for coming to America, plus, I'd have let down Ginger, ACW, and myself.
Charichu006: So what are you saying?
I Am Meta Knight: That I'll try my hardest. And if that doesn't work, I'm coming home for good.
The camera zooms in on those last words as it fades out.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:12:16 GMT -5
Match 7: AK vs. Latino vs. DD vs. Angelo vs. Hunter vs. Wyvern vs. Skurai Seven Sins Match - Falls Count Anywhere, No DQ There is a palpable sense of anticipation and nervousness about the penultimate match; the crowd hushes as Philip enters the ring.Philip: This is a “Seven Sins” match, with Falls count Anywhere and No Disqualification stipulations. Contenders are eliminated only when they are unable to answer a ten count, and the match will not halt under any circumstances. The crowd murmurs, considering the implications of this.Philip: Without further ado…. the first participant, from Tacoma, Washington…… Wyvern! ”Getting Smaller” plays, and after a short pause Wyvern comes out. He looks moody and ready to flatten anyone who gets in his way tonight.
Speaking of which, “Suffocate” kicks in, and Wyvern scowls as Angelo makes his entrance.Philip: From New York, the ACW International Champion, Angelo Giovanni! Angelo jogs to the ring; the ref keeps himself between the warring pair. Moving swiftly on, “New Noise” hits, and the cheering starts.Philip: From Sacramento, California……Skurai! Skurai looks quite relaxed as he walks to the ring; he just smirks at Angelo and Wyvern, and seems to be looking forward to cracking a few heads together. He enters the ring, and immediately “Lowrider” starts up.Philip: Also from New York…. Victor “Latino” Laureano! There’s still considerable support for Latino even after his recent behavior. He looks reasonably sober tonight, thank goodness, and quietly waits in the ring as Philip continues.Philip: From London, England…. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune! ”I’m a Bomb” hits; AK gets a strong pop as she appears; she looks all around her, covering her back as best she can, but her steps are sprightly. She gets into the ring, and glances at Latino every now and then as “Live and Let Die” plays.Philip: From Cardiff, Wales….Daredevil! Daredevil comes out alone; evidently WCW has decided against showing up at ringside under these particular stipulations. He finds a spot in the ring and stares at Latino, who stares right back. Finally, “Painkiller” hits the arena, and there is a mixed reception as the last participant shows his face.Philip: And finally, from Rochester NY…. one half of the tag team champions, Hunter! Hunter walks to the ring; he slows down a bit on seeing how full it is, but climbs through the ropes and takes up Philip’s spot as he leaves. The ref gives a rapid reminder of the rules, and two extra referees are seen waiting on the outside in case the battle splits up. The ref in the ring calls for the bell.Bell Rings. The crowd doesn’t have to wait long for things to kick off; Wyvern hurls himself at Angelo and starts punching the hitman heavily in the face, and wild horses couldn’t keep Daredevil and Latino apart. AK sidesteps the raging testosterone only to be struck from behind by Skurai, who’s already slid out of the ring, grabbed a chair and returned to the party. However Skurai hits her back rather than her head which only serves to get AK angry, and she whirls around kicking the chair back into Skurai’s face. Hunter seems to have been left alone at the dance, and seeing Angelo trying to get some early payback on Wyvern, he slides out and finds a good ol’ table nestling under the apron. As Hunter pulls this out and stands it up, Daredevil sees it and drags Latino to the nearside ropes with the intention of shoving him through the furniture. Annoyed, Hunter gets up on the apron and gesticulates at both of them before applying some force of his own; he punches Daredevil, who tries to hit him back only for Latino to rally and whip Daredevil back in the other direction. Hunter shouts to Angelo, and Angelo starts to try and direct Wyvern toward the appropriate side of the ring….. but as Hunter guides him in he gets about 2 seconds to react as Skurai comes thundering forward, holding AK up above his head and intent on busting the table himself. As Skurai releases, Hunter tenses, catches the flying fox and punts her off again with sufficient velocity to clear the table; the crowd winces as AK lands on her back and groans in pain before starting to get up. Skurai, miffed, starts to shout at Hunter; Hunter shouts back, but fails to notice that Wyvern’s taken Angelo down with a DDT, and is approaching from the side. By the time Hunter realizes the danger, Wyvern’s already got hold of him, and the crowd shrieks as Wyvern powerbombs Hunter through “his” table. There’s a suitably loud crash, and AK shakes any remaining stars from her head to try and hold him down for the first elimination. As the fans remember that a 10 count is needed for an elimination here, it gets a 4 before Hunter gets his arm up, and then the pair of them have to roll sideways swiftly to avoid being hit by Daredevil spearing Latino out on to the broken wood. Already a little stunned and pissed off from the fall, Latino’s day doesn’t get any better when he sees Hunter still on top of AK after their emergency maneuvers. Latino: HEY! Get off of my wife, pendejo! Hunter wisely takes evasive action as Latino scrambles up and pursues him; DD’s about to follow but gets a boot to the face from AK. She hops up on to the apron and goes for a rapid splash, but DD gets out of the way and AK takes her second hard landing in about 2 minutes flat. Smirking, DD gives vent to the spiteful side of his nature and applies his Armbar, using a handy chair from under the ring to make it even more vicious. AK grits her teeth and tries to struggle free; DD is very determined, but he’s forgotten to take account of the chaotic nature of the match and as Hunter races around the corner of the ring toward them he knocks the pair of them over with an outstretched arm. As DD and AK do their best to disentangle themselves, Latino materializes from the same direction; he looks at the camera, at the scene, at the camera again and raises his eyebrows. With the crowd shouting itself silly, Latino jumps up on to the apron, up again to the nearest post, and then performs the Last Night’s Hangover beautifully for a double whammy. He stays on top of DD and AK, going for a double elimination, but the pair respond and throw him off just before the 5 count, taking advantage of the extended deadline to rest a little.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:13:18 GMT -5
Hunter, meanwhile, has rejoined the action in the ring, to find Angelo and Wyvern being forced to co operate in order to deal with an armed and dangerous Skurai. Both take a couple of chair shots to non – vital parts of the body before Angelo makes the breakthrough, and gets hold of the chair; as he struggles to wrest it from Skurai’s grip, Wyvern closes in to attack Angelo from behind. But Hunter arrives just in time to prevent this, and whips Wyvern away; Wyvern hits the ropes and comes flying back, upon which Hunter clotheslines him down, elbow drops, and then completes the APM to a huge cheer. Hunter pins – but Angelo sees it and shouts angrily, he wants to be the one to eliminate Wyvern. Hunter shrugs, gives Wyvern a kick in the side as a parting gift and then goes to take on Skurai as Angelo returns to Wyvern, with the chair in hand; as Hunter and Skurai start to exchange fierce blows, Angelo sets the chair on the ground and pulls Wyvern up for the Italian Decimator. He completes the move, but Wyvern shifts his weight so that Angelo misses the chair; undeterred in the slightest, Angelo just does it again, and this time nails the move on to the metal. Angelo stands and stalks around as the ring referee starts a count; at 6 Wyvern starts to stir, and Angelo moves toward him to try and prevent him getting up in time. But fate, and Skurai, have other ideas; Skurai whips Hunter across the ring and he barrels straight into his stablemate. It doesn’t seem that Skurai has any particular desire to assist Wyvern, but certainly that’s the indirect effect; Wyvern gets back on his feet at the 7 count, and if anything looks even more angry than he did before.
On the outside, the “Love Triangle” group are continuing to beat seven shades, let alone seven sins, out of one another; AK and Latino double team DD with a combined powerbomb, and then as AK gets up Latino sneakily knocks her down and applies his Indian Deathlock. Submissions count for nothing in this match, so it’s purely done to wind AK up even further; as AK fumes and tries to get free, DD rises with fire in his eyes and comes storming in to break it up, kicking Latino savagely in the head and back. AK rolls away as DD pulls Latino up and hurls him into the nearest bank of fans, scattering them everywhere; as they fight, Latino’s fury rages, and the fans back off even further as Latino signals for the 3 shots. Despite the total lack of room, Latino sets up and delivers the first suplex, with both men hitting the concrete; the second brings them down on several of the folding chairs with a sickening clang. Wounds are seen to have opened on both mens’ backs as Latino finishes the sequence, striking more metal and concrete, and a referee hops over the barrier to start a 10 count on both of them…..
Back at ringside, the other major battle has spilled to the outside. Having downed Hunter with the Downfall, appropriately enough, Wyvern has Angelo pinned against the side of the ring and is trying to do some serious damage to his abdominal area. Sensing weakness, Skurai joins in – one less opponent can only be a good thing. Angelo, though, has a plan; he shuffles sideways until he’s close to one of the posts, feels under the ring, and closes his hand on a smooth wooden handle. Grinning, Angelo swings his newly found bat and clocks Skurai in the side of the head – it’s certainly effective, but it wasn’t quite what Angelo was expecting. Instead of his baseball bat, Angelo has a familiar cricket bat in his hand; a shout from the other side of the ring draws his attention, and as Angelo dives aside to avoid a Wyvern stomping, he sees AK holding up his weapon of choice. It looks like the ring crew made a mistake in stowing the gear, but it’s easily solved; AK tosses the baseball bat, Angelo does the same, and ash and willow pass gracefully in the air before being caught by their respective owners, drawing a pop. With a quick chinflick, Angelo kicks Wyvern in the gut, and then smashes the baseball bat over his back with such appalling force that it breaks completely in two. Angelo looks a little sad, but doesn’t have time to mourn his toy; AK’s coming toward him, and it looks like it’s her turn at the crease…..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:14:11 GMT -5
Having made it out of the count at 6 and 7 respectively, Latino and DD are working their way steadily back to the ring; Latino gets there first and tries to get on the apron for another aerial assault, but DD catches up to him and knocks him back through the ropes into the ring. As DD tries for the Stunt Bomb, Hunter and Skurai are taking a small excursion of their own; another section of the audience gets uprooted as the pair tumble over the barriers. With Wyvern slowly recovering and maximizing his strength in doing so, Angelo’s using a chair to fend off AK; and in the ring, Latino and DD are once again getting perilously close to them. As Latino nails DD with a Frankensteiner, it propels both of them to the outside once more, causing them to only just miss the other parties; the crowd roars approval for the high flying, and with DD down, Latino just can’t resist the temptation. He gets back up on to the apron, and gauges the distance to the security barrier, and thence to Hunter and Skurai; he raises his arms, and sends the crowd wild as he leaps to the barrier and jumps forward into a gorgeous moonsault that Hunter and Skurai never even see coming. There’s yet another almighty CRASH, and the fans crowd around to see if those involved are still moving as a ref fights his way over to administer a fresh count.
As DD gets up, he produces something from under the ring; there’s a sound like an aerosol exploding, and suddenly that whole side of the ring is cloaked in smoke. There’s a lot of coughing and spluttering; in the chaos, Wyvern decides to make a further blindside strike on Angelo, and kicks him in the gut. He goes for his flipping fameasser, but the smoke makes aiming impossible, and he only makes contact with air; out of nowhere someone clotheslines him and whips him into a clear space. To his general annoyance Wyvern discovers that he’s hit AK instead of Angelo, and she’s less than happy with him; the bat’s gone missing somewhere in the confusion, but AK is still more than capable of taking the fight to her foe and she gives as good as he gets, landing some powerful punches and forcing Wyvern away from the man that he’s spent most of the match targeting.
Unfortunately for Angelo, he’s on more than one hitlist; with the smoke thinning out, Daredevil hits Angelo with a suplex on the outside and then starts to choke him. The smoke already in Angelo’s lungs make him highly susceptible to such a move, and he realizes that he must act right away if he’s to take any further part in the match. It’s a foul option, but a successful one; Angelo lifts his hand to his mouth and rams his own finger down his throat, causing himself to vomit. Daredevil immediately lets go of the hold, swearing; Angelo swipes a bottle of water from a shocked fan and washes his mouth out. Then deciding it’s incredibly rude to leave DD in such a state, he uncaps the bottle and throws the rest of it over DD to clean him up. DD is left dripping and furious, if marginally cleaner; the smirking Angelo allows himself a moment too long to gloat, and DD throws him back against the safety barrier. As Angelo is getting up, DD is seen hopping about close to the apron, and as the camera zooms in it becomes clear that he’s now wearing football (Soccer) boots. He takes a run up and drops into a high speed “Richard Prokas” tackle; Angelo gets one ankle clear but the other takes the full force and there’s a CRUNCH, followed by an agonised scream. Angelo tries to get up, and can only hobble; DD laughs as the crowd boo him furiously, and starts to drag Angelo up the ramp and away from the ring to finish him off….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:14:48 GMT -5
But karma cuts both ways, and DD is being stalked once again by Latino, who follows them to the top. As DD is preparing to powerbomb Angelo on the metal, Latino charges into the pair of them; the rest of the match isn’t far behind, with Skurai, Hunter, Wyvern and AK all battling ferociously in a four way ruck. Hunter goes for a high angle kick and misses; a foolish fan shouts something derogatory, and Hunter punches the moron in the face before returning his attention to the match proper. Angelo tries to crawl out of the way of DD and Latino’s fighting; as the rest of the group arrives, Skurai gives a nasty laugh and follows him, and Hunter opts to pursue Skurai. With Wyvern seemingly intent on taking AK apart and AK having very similar notions, DD and Latino are left to settle things between themselves; they both climb up toward the Alphatron, and the crowd leaps to its feet to watch the pair scrapping precariously on the technician’s access ledge. Latino tries to suplex DD, only for DD to break away and then slingshot Latino directly into the big screen; Latino slumps down, and the crowd starts to scream as DD hauls him toward the edge and looks down to the unforgiving floor below……
A short way away in the back, a ref is following the breakaway party – or at least trying to follow it. There’s a flash of movement, and the briefest shot of Skurai running toward a dimly lit storage area. A weak voice can be heard in the distance….
Angelo: Oh, god, the pain! I can’t walk… help me, someone!
The camera picks up Skurai, or at least his outline, advancing on the cry. Just as he gets there, there’s a sudden, dull metallic thud, and a cool laugh; the figure crumples, and the camera hurries forward to see Angelo discarding a metal pipe. Angelo half hobbles, half hops to a large covered object; he uncovers it to show a trampoline. Gingerly, Angelo gets up on to it, and fights off the pain from his ankle as he starts to bounce. With the ref watching, Angelo tries to get some height – but it doesn’t seem to be enough for his taste. Angelo stops, gets off, produces a ladder and sets it up next to the trampoline. He ascends, and just as Skurai starts to move below him, Angelo jumps off of the ladder, gets a HUGE bounce from the trampoline, and hits a mind – blowing 810 Taste of Italy. The fans go nuts, and Angelo drags himself to his feet, delighted, to gaze upon his fallen foe…..
…. But his expression crumples as he realizes he’s made a terrible mistake; he pulls the figure out of the shadow, to reveal Hunter. The ref is counting, and Hunter’s well and truly out of it. Angelo starts shaking him urgently.
Angelo: Hunter, come on, get up! I still need you to help me-
He’s cut off as Skurai emerges, wraith – like from the shadows; Angelo gets a superkick to the head, and the ref is still counting on Hunter as Skurai drags Angelo away…..
Back in the arena, things are just as tense; AK spots DD and Latino above, and the colour drains from her face.
AK: Latino! DD, don’t even think about it!
Daredevil just laughs evilly, as Wyvern scores with a facebuster while AK is distracted.
DD: You’ve got legs and arms, haven’t you? Well then, catch!
He throws Latino off the Alphatron; the crowd screams, and AK has only a second to act. In desperation, she spears Wyvern so that the pair of them hit the ground and Latino lands on them both; Latino though still bashes his head on the metal of the stage, and as AK tries to rouse him after extracting herself, DD raises his arms up and leaps skyward into a corkscrew moonsault. AK has to dive out of the way, and the move connects; Latino almost spasms, and then lies still, his eyes glassy. AK’s attempts to reach him are thwarted by some heavily - booed double teaming from Wyvern and DD, so that the referee reaches his 10 count without any further interruption.
Philip: At last, our first elimination – Latino is knocked out of the match!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:16:23 GMT -5
As Daredevil and Wyvern co – operate to quell any remaining resistance that AK can put up, elsewhere in the building Skurai is finding that Angelo’s still got some fight in him. The pair come storming into the kitchens that keep the crew fed and watered; staff rush for the exits as both Skurai and Angelo grab heavy pans and start to batter (or should that be sauté?) one another. Angelo’s mobility is restricted, but adrenalin makes him strong; he whacks Skurai across the face, and noticing a nearby oven cranks the heat up to maximum. As Skurai staggers, Angelo snatches his pan, and performs a sort of conchairto variation with the cookwear; Skurai looks dazed, but pulls himself up and comes back at Angelo to hit him with a leg lariat; Angelo tumbles backward over a table, and Skurai dashes in to nail the Sadistic farewell. Angelo collapses, and Skurai stamps on his badly injured ankle, making Angelo scream again; enjoying himself thoroughly, Skurai throws Angelo into the cupboards next to the oven, and as Angelo tries to stand the oven door drops open, letting out a blast of heat into the room. Skurai approaches with a leer, and looks at the scalding hot door; he takes Angelo by the throat and hoists him up in the air. But Angelo waits for Skurai to lift him just high enough to strike, and then kicks him in the balls; Skurai roars, and Angelo drops out of his grip. Bracing on his agonizing foot, Angelo lifts Skurai and powerbombs him on to the door, breaking it off; Skurai howls in pain at the burn and rolls away, straight toward a high – stacked set of free standing shelves. Angelo hobbles behind them, and shoves with all his might; Skurai can’t get away in time, and there is a huge crash as he is buried by shelves and contents. As the dust settles, the ref starts counting; Angelo limps toward the door, and pauses only just long enough to hear the referee give the 10 count against the trapped Skurai before dragging himself away, a smile on his face. In the arena, Philip witnesses the event along with everyone else on the alphatron.
Philip: Skurai has been eliminated! 5 people left….
Seeing Angelo on his own once more, Wyvern pauses for breath; he and Daredevil have spent a lot of energy breaking AK down, and she struggles to get back to her feet. Wyvern smirks, and without comment heads off into the back to recommence his personal hunt.
Daredevil, meanwhile, holds AK’s head up so that she can see what’s going on across the way; EMTs are loading Latino on to a stretcher and putting an oxygen mask on his face. DD laughs.
Daredevil: I think it’s only fair to reunite you two…. In the hospital.
The crowd yells as DD hauls AK up the neatly concealed ladder next to the Alphatron; the noise just increases as DD slaps her across the face. But AK’s not about to give in; she pours her anger into a punch that makes Daredevil stagger… but he doesn’t fall. Daredevil laughs scornfully.
Daredevil: Is that all you got?
The noise is insane now; DD doesn’t realize why until he feels a hand on his shoulder…..
Hunter: You really are a nasty piece of work, you know that?
The place goes absolutely bonkers as Hunter lifts DD up, and executes the Shotgun – right through the table which he’s prepared on the stage below. The impact is enormous, and the crowd loves every second; as they wonder if AK’s about to get the same treatment, the question is answered as she measures her flightpath and jumps off into the Ground Zero from the dizzy height. If DD had anything left after Hunter’s attack, AK wipes it out; DD is well and truly KOed as she gets up, and the EMTs go to fetch another stretcher. By the time Hunter climbs down, AK’s already disappeared into the backstage area, and the referee’s count has reached the 10 mark.
Philip: Daredevil is eliminated! Now, let’s see if any of the remaining competitors have met up….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:17:34 GMT -5
With the action in the arena proper having come to a halt, everyone’s attention transfers to the alphatron……
Angelo is sweating from the pain in his ankle as he limps along the corridor; he listens for anyone approaching, but it’s quiet apart from him and the cameraman. Until, that is, he passes the ACW training room; it’s dark as it ought to be, and closed off due to the ongoing refurbishment works. So when Angelo hears a sound, he automatically stops; cautiously he peers inside the door and feels for the light switch…. and doesn’t see Wyvern bearing down on him at speed from behind. Wyvern tackles Angelo into the room just as Angelo trips the lights; they crash into a pile of decorating materials, scattering paint pots and brushes everywhere. A tin opens, spewing white paint all over the place; Angelo side steps it and grabs a full tin, swinging it at Wyvern and catching him on the arm. Wyvern yells and then punches Angelo back; Angelo grimaces at his foot, and Wyvern takes the unintended hint and kicks him hard in the ankle. Angelo howls this time; Wyvern, his face streaked with sweat and blood from a small cut, hoists Angelo up and dumps him on top of some stacked power tools. Angelo rolls off, his face crumpled in agony, and Wyvern looks at him; but Wyvern’s expression is not the one of grim amusement and contempt we’ve seen so often since Omega Effect. In fact, Wyvern looks almost sorry for Angelo, and thoroughly fed up with the whole business.
Wyvern: What is the point of all this?
Wyvern takes a step back; for a moment it looks as if he’s going to walk out of the room and out of the match, but just at that moment AK shoots into the room, with Hunter right behind her. Unfortunately for them, they aren’t aware of the spilled paint, and go skidding across the floor to collide with a large piece of equipment that is too big to move. Angelo is trying to get up, but the referee who has been tracking him the entire time is already on six with his count. Wyvern looks at his feet, and sees a loose dumbbell that evidently got missed in the clearout; with a weary sigh, he moves in behind Angelo and smashes the heavy weight into his head. Angelo’s eyelids flicker, and then he pitches forward; there’s no way he’s getting up again, and the rest of the count is a mere formality.
Philip: Angelo Giovanni is eliminated! Down to three!
Hunter and AK are back on their feet, and the three remaining competitors watch one another closely. Wyvern raises his fists…. and then lowers them.
Wyvern: You know what? I’ve had enough of this… of all of this. You two kick the shit out of one another if you want, I’m not doing this any more.
He turns and walks toward the door, which has closed over. As he takes the handle, he discovers that the door is not only closed…. it’s locked.
Wyvern: What the hell?
He tries the door again. It still won’t open, and Wyvern’s anger rises.
Wyvern: Who is this? Is this the same person who’s been screwing with us all? You moron…. you think I can’t break a door down?
Wyvern starts to kick the door…. and then the lights go out. There’s a bit of banging around; this time Hunter’s voice is heard.
Hunter: This is pathetic! You think this is going to scare us? YOU CAN’T MANIPULATE US, DO YOU HEAR ME?
Silence, and darkness. Hunter starts to laugh.
Hunter: Idiot…. that all you got?
His laugh is shattered by a single, sharp sound; the unmistakable firing of a gun. There is a hideous scream….. and then silence again, until Wyvern whispers.
Wyvern: Hunter? What happened? Speak to me!
Hunter: Yeah, yeah! You?
Wyvern: Yes……..
Another pause; neither of them wants to ask the question which is now looming into their heads. After what seems like an age, Hunter forces the words out.
Hunter:………..AK?
The lights come back on, as if on cue, and Hunter, Wyvern and the referee stare in shock….. AK is lying on the floor, eyes closed, and with crimson soaking slowly from her chest all through her white bodysuit. There’s another of those frozen time moments, and then Hunter snaps.
Hunter: What….. oh, FUCK!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:20:12 GMT -5
He drops to the floor and rips a piece of dustsheet up, trying to cover the bleeding area. Wyvern goes back to the door and starts beating on it, this time with much more fire. Carefully, Hunter checks for a pulse, and his own heart skips a beat when he finds one.
Hunter: WYVERN! Get that door open!
Wyvern: What do you think I’m doing, picking daisies?!
Hunter: Well you’re not trying very hard……..
He stops. Wyvern doesn’t notice as Hunter stands up.
Hunter: Wyvern…. how many of us in this room?
Wyvern stops, and turns around.
Wyvern:……. what are you saying?
Hunter’s anger is rising, surging.
Hunter: WELL I SURE AS HELL DIDN’T SHOOT HER!
He starts to get into Wyvern’s face; Wyvern yells back.
Wyvern: OH YEAH? AS FAR AS I CAN SEE YOU’RE THE ONLY CONFIRMED KILLER IN THIS ROOM!
Hunter explodes at Wyvern and the two go tumbling over the piled equipment. They scrap until Wyvern slaps some sense back into Hunter.
Wyvern: We don’t have time for this!
Hunter gets back up, still fuming; with rage clouding his mind. His gaze shoots over to the referee……
Hunter: YOU!
He’s over to the startled ref, and has punched him out before Wyvern can react. Wyvern kicks a can of paint in frustration.
Wyvern: Well, thanks a lot. Really helpful, I must say…..
Hunter’s about to start shouting all over again, but then a weak voice cuts through the dispute.
??: Guys… get out…
Wyvern shoves Hunter aside, and hurries over to where AK is trying to prop herself up on one arm.
AK: It’s happening, finally happening…. there’s someone else here. You have to get away…
She coughs and fights for breath. Wyvern starts to look around the room.
Wyvern: That must have been why Angelo was looking in here when I found him…. oh shit, Angelo! All right, we have to get this door open right away!
Without any more words, Hunter and Wyvern attack the door together; it finally gives, and instinctively they split up to pull Angelo and AK out of the room. They carry them down the corridor and out into the wide space of the indoor loading bays. In the arena, the crowd is desperate to find out what’s going on; Philip gets an update from backstage, and sounds pretty pissed off as he relays the information.
Philip: Well god knows why anyone would care at this precise moment, but that “incident” counts as an elimination for Kitsune. As if anyone’s thinking about that at this point…….
As they get there, they find not security and EMTs, but a single referee waiting for them.
Hunter: What is this shit? We need help, now!
AK: They can’t help. It’s the stipulation…. don’t you remember?
Wyvern and Hunter look at her.
AK: Ginger told us on Monday….. no one can interfere until the match is over. You two have to finish this… or we’ll never find out who’s behind all of this. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:20:55 GMT -5
There is a pause, and then suddenly Wyvern feels as if a train has hit him from the side. Hunter is battering him remorselessly; he almost has tears in his eyes. Wyvern’s legs give way, and he drops to the ground, holding up his hand.
Wyvern: Hunter-
Hunter: I’m sorry, Wyvern, but I have to do this.
He kicks Wyvern in the ribs, and Wyvern groans. Hunter winces at the sound.
Hunter: I have to do it, Wyvern….. this is at least partly my fault. My anger got me into this match, just like it made me kill Cage… and for all I know, I might be the person behind this after all. I wasn’t aware of what I was doing last time…. and I can’t let another person die because of it. I won’t go through that again!
Hunter continues to kick Wyvern until he slumps over, and shaking with emotion he sets up and delivers the APM, and then follows it with the Shotgun on to the hard floor. The audience isn’t cheering any more; they’re watching in a sort of stunned silence. The referee starts the count, and Wyvern isn’t moving; it gets to 5, still nothing. But at 6, Wyvern stirs, and as Hunter watches incredulously, Wyvern slowly gets on to his knees.
Hunter: What are you doing?! For the love of God, stay down! She’s dying!
But Wyvern isn’t listening, and as the count hits 9, he gets to a vertical base.
Wyvern: I have to win, Hunter. That’s all there is to it.
Hunter:…. I….I don’t fucking believe it! You ARE Greed personified! A victory is more important to you than a person’s life?
The crowd screams its fury in the arena; Wyvern looks Hunter in the eye.
Wyvern: Of COURSE not, idiot.
With the speed of light, Wyvern picks Hunter up and drops him on to his extended knee. Hunter gasps in pain, and Wyvern lifts and turns him upside down. He climbs up on to a couple of stacked packing cases, takes a breath…. and then piledrives Hunter into the floor. Hunter’s form collapses, and Wyvern stays on his knees, only getting up when the count reaches seven to avoid the double elimination. As the count reaches 10, the bell rings in the arena to signal the end of the match.
Philip: Oh, sweet lord….. the winner of this match, by count out…. WYVERN!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:21:52 GMT -5
Wyvern breathes heavily; he’s scarred and bruised all over. He gives Hunter a tap, and wakes him up a bit.
Wyvern: All right…. I’m ready. Hunter, I had to win that match, because you said it yourself – if you HAD been the one responsible, who knows what you might have done to the rest of us while we were incapacitated. So, come on – was it you?
Hunter sits up rubbing his head, and glares. In the background, EMTs are at last arriving to tend to Angelo and AK.
Hunter: What do you think, jackass? I just have a huge headache, that’s all.
Hunter stands up; both he and Wyvern are tense. So’s the audience; everyone’s waiting for the same thing. When nothing happens after a minute or so, Wyvern takes matters into his own hands. He finds the roving camera and addresses it.
Wyvern: Enough messages, enough games. We did what you wanted, you sick freak…. Daredevil, WCW, Skurai, whoever the fuck you are…. show yourself!
There is silence…. until one of the EMTs break it with an exclamation of surprise.
EMT: What on earth?!
The others all look in his direction. He’s holding what looks like a deflated plastic bag with some burnt out electronics on it….. and it’s covered in a red, viscous substance. The medics move back, and AK stands up suspiciously well for someone who’s just lost several pints of blood; there’s a swell of sound that grows into a near riot in the arena as a thousand pennies drop.
Wyvern and Hunter, meanwhile, are too shocked to say anything at all. AK steps out of the little circle and approaches them.
AK: I guess I should make good on my promise, shouldn’t I?
Hunter’s starting to turn an interesting shade of scarlet; Wyvern tries to reboot his brain as AK talks.
AK: Our sins aren’t deadly in themselves….. everyone gets greedy, or proud, or angry from time to time. But if we let our negative emotions run unchecked, and try to bury them….. then they always come back to wreak havoc. We hurt people whom we don’t mean to do harm to….. and worse, sometimes we hurt people and enjoy it. I know that all too well. It’s not about whether these things are right or wrong…. the fact remains that in the end everything we give out will come back to us in one form or another. It takes a very strong person to recognize their faults…. sometimes, we need someone to spell it out for us, and make us confront the consequences. That’s what I set out to do.
Hunter: So….. you left all those messages? Including one for yourself?
AK: Yes. Would any of you argue with the criticisms leveled against you?
There’s a short hesitation.
Wyvern: ….. no, I don’t think any of us would. But what gives you the right to put us through all of this? We went through hell for weeks… and what about those crew that were injured a week or so ago? I presume you did that, too?
AK: I did, and I do not try to justify any of my actions…. if there had been any other way to ensure this match happened, I would have taken it. But it is my belief that the outcome was worth the cost.
Hunter: How so? There are four people on their way to the medical facility nearby, and none of us exactly look hot, do we? What have any of us gained from this?
AK: Put it this way…. Skurai’s shown the management that he’s still in good condition. When he comes around, Angelo will know that he can have a sensible amount of pride, without linking it to a gaudy belt. Latino…. sometimes the only way to get into his head is to beat your way in, and maybe he’ll understand just how damaging his drinking can be. Daredevil got exactly what was coming to him and learned that you have to be prepared for the unseen effects of your schemes. And you two… I think you gained the most from the experience.
She pauses, to let her words have maximum effect.
AK: Wyvern…. we all know you’re leaving after tonight, so this is my parting gift to you… greed for glory and recognition can’t be satisfied by chasing after titles. They’re only words. Sure, you might well have succeeded in getting your International belt back, but do you like the person you thought you had to be to get there?
Wyvern shakes his head. AK holds out a hand, and takes his in her own.
AK: I don’t know where you’re headed… but leave your worst excesses at the door. I’m not sorry I did this…. but I am truly sorry for the pain and suffering that it involved. I don’t know if you can forgive me, or even if you should.
They look at one another; Wyvern’s eyes are tired. He sighs.
Wyvern: I can forgive you, maybe…. but I don’t know if I can forgive myself.
Quietly, Wyvern turns and walks away toward the parking lot, without looking back. Alicia turns to Hunter.
AK: That just leaves you, Andrew. I don’t need to tell you what your anger has led to…. what is clear is that the consequences are still crippling you. But that all ends, here and now.
Hunter looks confused. Alicia waits for him to look her in the eye, and what she says next almost knocks him off his feet.
Alicia: You don’t deserve the punishment that you keep inflicting upon yourself, Hunter. You’re a great brother…. the kind I so much wish I could have had. I can still feel the love for Cage radiating from you, it’s fierce…. it’s what makes your anger so strong.
Hunter opens his mouth, but Alicia cuts him off.
Alicia: Please, forgive me if I place words into your brother’s mouth, but I know it from the depths of my soul to be true…. Cage never stopped caring for you, loving you, not for one second. All the hate and anger in the world can’t destroy that bond; he might have sorrowed at your actions, but his feelings would transcend all such fleeting affairs. And he would want you to be strong, and happy, and to squeeze everything you can from your time on this sphere….. even if he could not tell you that himself.
Her voice is loaded with emotion; Hunter too cannot speak. The weight of those words hangs in the air, and makes a few people in the audience reach for their hankies. Alicia looks at Hunter, and puts a hand on his shoulder. Alicia: Let your wrath be consumed by the love that still burns, Hunter. What’s done is done, and all the consequences must be endured… but your mental incarceration should end. And now if you’ll excuse me, I must go and check on Victor…. I have plenty of explaining to do for him, too.
Alicia walks away, and Hunter watches her go. He stays there, he isn’t certain quite why, until a certain noise catches his attention. He quickly turns and watches a group of men approaching him. He instantly realizes who they are and what their purpose is. Yet...he doesn't run. The men get closer, and they are revealed to be a group of policeman. One of them steps forward and flashes a badge.
Police Officer: You're Andrew Hunter?
Hunter takes a deep breath and lets it out. There is a brief pause, and he answers.
Hunter: Yes.
The other policeman move towards him and knock him down to the floor, then place handcuffs on him, not seeming to be too gentle.
Police Officer: You are under arrest for the murder of Jonathon Cage. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right-
?: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
The police officer stops midsentence and sees the unmistakeable form of Ginger running towards him.
Ginger: I said-
Police Officer: I know what you said. This man is under arrest.
Ginger: You can't just barge in here-
Police Officer: Well I already did, now, didn't I? I don't tell me what I can't do.
Ginger: You have no proof!
Police Officer: Ha! I have more than enough. I have a full confession from him ON TAPE, since you aired it as part of this tournament that you’re currently conducting. I know you want to run a successful business, and he's apparently one of your top stars, but maybe you shouldn't be so careless next time.
Ginger: I-
He stops. The cop is right.
Ginger: But...but...couldn't you wait until AFTER the show?
Police Officer: The law doesn't wait. Be thankful I let him finish the match.
Ginger opens his mouth to speak again, but before he can talk, the officer turns away from him and he and the others escort Hunter to the parking lot. He turns back towards Ginger...and smiles. This may be one of the worst days in Hunter's life, but he doesn't seem to care. The cops nearly throw them into their car, but he simply sits up and looks out the window, smiling directly at the camera. He's not afraid.
But he should be.
Fade Out.
OOC Note: End events credit Hunter / AK.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:26:27 GMT -5
Segment: GREEDY NUN! (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Jake: 5-time skeeball champion when I was a kid.
The ACW arcade. One of the biggest arcades in the world. This air-conditioned, 3-story arcade has almost every arcade game ever made. Jake and Stan are on the second floor, the ticket games.
Currently Jake’s clothes are not visible. Now, I know what you are thinking, but don’t get too excited. The reason his clothes aren’t visible is because he is covered in a robe of orange tickets.
Jake: Only 17 more tickets until I can get replica LW title Belt.
Stan: You really are obsessed.
Jake: Shut up, just give me another quarter.
Stan: I am out.
Jake: I don’t have any either.
Jake throws his tickets into a bucket and starts checking machines for quarters or tickets. No one else is on the floor except the worst person to beg for money from. A nun. But Jake doesn’t care. He gets on his knees and starts shaking the nun.
Jake: Please, sister, I need a quarter. Just one. Please? JUST GIVE ME A GOD DAMN QUARTER!
The nun slaps Jake and runs away.
Nun: Greed! Greed! May you rot in Hell!
Jake: Ahh, screw you. I’m not even Christian anyway.
At that moment a Rabbi going down the escalator looks over Jake’s way. He looks at the scared nun and flips Jake off, before vanishing down the escalator.
Jake: Oh damn.
Fade Out.
Fade In.
Stan: That’s it folks. Jake and Stan strike again. But we leave you with some questions. Where will we strike next? Why didn’t we mention Davey Marvel once? Will Jake and the nun ever have another run in? Does Predator have rabies? Will the FBI ever catch the ACW superstar who continues to run from them? The world may never know.
Fade Out.[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:27:35 GMT -5
The fans in the arena are uncertain on what's going to happen next, the arrest has put a definite damper on the evening. As they contemplate amongst themselves, Ginger comes out to no music, and stops on the ramp. He has a microphone.Ginger: We have one more match on the card tonight...But given the situation, I think we may have to postpone it to a later date, and end the show now. I'm sure you unders- : No! Ginger turns to see behind him, Mercer Stanton and Elias have emerged without any music, oddly.Mercer: The match WILL NOT be postponed. Ginger: What do you mean? Mercer: We signed a contract for this date, the match will happen right now or not at all. I want this over with, I want you out of my way as soon as possible. Ginger: Don't you have any compassion? Mercer: Who came here to see Yoko Satoshi face the Senator? Nearly the entire audience cheers loudly. Ginger looks around, a frown on his face.Ginger: I don't want to screw over the fans. You win. The show will go on. Stanton smiles and walks past Ginger, toward the ring.Ginger: Where are you going? Mercer: I'm watching this one at ringside. Ginger wonders if Stanton means to try to help Senator during the match.Ginger: So am I! He follows him down the ramp. Stanton takes a folding chair, sits in it, and crosses his legs. Elias stands next to him. Ginger takes a second chair, and sits it right next to Stanton, intent on making sure he doesn't try anything.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:29:40 GMT -5
As the camera fades into the ACW hallway, an awkward sight can been seen. Wyvern is slumped over, battered and bruised, buckled over near the parking lot exit. Despite winning such a hard-fought battle against six other competitors, Wyvern is in shambles. He shakes, as he speaks to himself.
Wyvern: What…have I become? My…sweetest…friend. Everyone I know, goes away…in the end.
Overhearing this, an ACW agent rushes over to Wyvern, to check on him.
Agent: Wyvern! What’s wrong?
Wyvern slowly rises up, and turns to face the agent. In spite of a grand victory in a brutal match of epic proportions, he doesn’t look the part. His face is flushed to the color of a ripe tomato, while slowly tears fall from his eyes. Although he tries to keep his game face on, Wyvern just can’t hide it, as he explains his case.
Wyvern: I’ve…done it. I went and learned to hurt others again. I promised myself I’d never do it again…
Agent: What do you mean? I’m sure everyone you faced tonight will be all right in due time.
Wyvern shakes his head.
Wyvern: No…it won’t ever be alright. Look at me…I turned against my loyal fans, who stuck with me from the beginning. For what? A simple piece of gold fixed on a leather strap. I’m surprised that I didn’t turn on the fans for thirty silver and not a coin less, given my idiocy. I don’t deserve to be in the ACW…or anywhere for that matter… I’m a selfish person who puts his own interests over others…
Agent: No Wyvern, you’re not. You’ve been a class act for the most part, during your tenure here.
Wyvern: Yes I am! I betrayed the New Breed, by not being there for Jake and Davey, hell, even Anthem and Oliver and Primera Black. I set my own agenda over them… I even hurt an innocent man, Tracy Finn, by using him as a human shield on my behalf… How is that for a class act?
Wyvern looks down, as he trembles from his periodical sobbing.
Wyvern: Yoko didn’t deserve her moment being tarnished at Omega Effect, Predator didn’t deserve his moment of helplessness at Winter Discontent. No one deserved any harm by my hands… I’m a wretched being, man… I’m greed personified. I ditched my best friends, I hurt innocent people, I went against my own followers and supporters… How am I worth their time?
The agent tries to speak, but Wyvern cuts him off.
Wyvern: So…I’ve decided my ways of the future. I will be…no more.
Agent: No, Wyvern! Don’t give up on yourself!
Wyvern: No, I’m not going to die by my own hands… I am referencing the fact that I will not pursue a contract extension with the ACW, or any promotion for that matter…
Wyvern heads to the door, and opens the door up, revealing a majestic tangerine sky, with grapefruit-colored clouds piercing the radiance of the sun. Wyvern steps out of the parking lot, and into the open air. He outstretches his arms, as the tears fall from his eyes at a more rapid rate now.
Wyvern: I must leave now… Only time will ever tell if this is the very last moment of Scott Stewart… Goodbye, ACW… I bid thee farewell, and much encouragement to a brighter future… I must part now.
With that said, Wyvern strides out of the arena, and walks towards the sunset. He shows no sign of where he plans to go from here, and from the look in his eyes, it’s the least of his concern. As the people of the world mind their own respective businesses, Wyvern’s walk in life hits an end of an era here tonight, as he fades off into the tangerine distance, leaving many to speculate on where he will go from here.
It’s been a wild ride, but good things always come to end, such is the way of life.
End of Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:30:23 GMT -5
Match 8: Yoko Satoshi vs. The Senator - ACW World Title / Fate of the Company Match The fans are still trying to accept all that’s happened in the last 15 minutes; but their loyalty is to ACW first and foremost, and they’re ready to get behind Yoko and enjoy a spectacular match as Philip enters the ring for the final time tonight.Philip: This is an intergender single match, with no time limit and set for one fall. It is for the ACW World Championship, and also to determine ownership and control of ACW. Introducing first, the challenger representing the interests of Mr. Stanton….. he is the leader of the Senatorial Stable, Senator Steve Philips! ”Hail to the Chief” rings out, and the arena erupts into a mixture of booing and some unexpected cheering; it seems that the crowd recognize the Senator’s displeasure at his unwanted role, and so are unwilling to vent their full anger upon him. The Senator himself walks through the streams of tickertape to the ring, and gives Stanton just the most cursory of glances; all his attention is already upon his opponent.
Once the fanfare dies down, “Flower of Carnage” begins, and the floor shakes a little from the combined stamping of feet and general excitement that accompanies Yoko’s appearance on the stage.Philip: And his opponent, from Okinawa Japan and representing the interests of Chairman Gingerdude…. the reigning ACW World Champion, Yoko Satoshi! Yoko looks around her at all the cheering, smiling fans; she feels uplifted by their support, and that her efforts here will really mean something other than possession of a piece of cowhide and brass. She gets into the ring, and holds her belt up to the fans before the referee takes it, passes it to the outside, and then with a final nod to both Ginger and Stanton, gives the OK for the match to get underway.Bell Rings. There’s a delay of several seconds between the bell ringing, and Yoko and the Senator starting to move toward one another; the noise from the crowd is creating an almost physical pressure in the arena that weighs on both competitors. The opening standoff doesn’t last long – Yoko makes the break and darts in toward the Senator, who only just gets his defences up in time to protect himself from a burst of rapid kicks before Yoko pulls back a fraction. The Senator is no shrinking violet, though, and he refuses to let Yoko maintain any distance between them; Yoko is forced on to the offensive again, and when she mis-times a kick the Senator adds one of his own to Yoko’s abdomen. The force of it makes Yoko lose her breath for a moment, but more importantly it lets the Senator get a grip on his foe; he places Yoko into a headlock and holds her there with relative ease at this early stage in the match. Yoko doesn’t panic and manages to fight her way out, but the second she gets free the Senator takes hold of her again and delivers a straightforward but perfect suplex, dropping Yoko with significant force on to her shoulders and upper back. Yoko gets up rubbing her neck, and is smart enough to see where the Senator’s game plan is heading – she looks unsure for a moment, but then gets up and rushes at her foe once again. The Senator braces for a fresh onslaught – but instead of attacking from the front this time, Yoko slips behind the Senator and kicks him hard in the small of the back. Senator whips around trying to catch Yoko, but she’s a touch faster and moves with him to plant a second blow that sends a jolt of pain up the Senator’s spine. Yoko runs to the ropes, which are close by, and the power of the ricochet is enough for her to make the Senator stagger backwards on impact by a couple of feet. With the Senator’s sense of balance compromised, Yoko uses a legsweep to bring him to the mat and then produces an impressive flipping legdrop to the torso and neck. The count only gets about 1.5, but it’s an important confidence booster as the pair get up with the crowd still shouting at every blow. On the outside, Ginger is out of his seat, pacing up and down; he shouts along with the fans, calling to Yoko to encourage her. By contrast, Stanton remains quiet and calm – but his eyes never leave the ring, and he has just a fraction of a smile around his lips as he regards the scene. Yoko and the Senator are facing off head to head; the Senator makes good use of his famed knife edge chops, but Yoko stands up to them and for every hit he delivers, the Senator takes one in return – a recipe for stalemate, given that Yoko’s stamina seems to have come on by leaps and bounds thanks to Textbook Tim’s specialist training. What Yoko can’t do much about is the size difference between herself and her opponent, and the Senator knows better than most how to make it count in his favour. He chooses the right moment, and when Yoko comes in a touch too fiercely he grabs her outstretched arm and wrenches his opponent to the mat. Yoko finds herself in the position she least wanted to be in, as the Senator keeps her grounded and pinned with his weight while he shifts into position to work on her legs. The Senator crosses Yoko’s legs over before pulling back and applying pressure to both limbs as well as the back; Yoko’s expression is somewhat blank, but her eyes show that she’s feeling the strain. Fortunately for her, the Senator adjusts his own position a little, and this is enough for Yoko to turn herself over and kick free; the Senator seems to be genuinely caught out by this, and Yoko moves like lightning, rolling back up to her feet and then performing the Pop from Okinawa while the Senator is still half – kneeling on the mat. The crowd roars; Yoko hurries to try and return the favor with the Ol’ ball and chain, but the Senator isn’t about to be put into that familiar move at this stage of the game, and returns to his own feet with impressive speed. Yoko seems a little taken aback, and the Senator capitalizes on her momentary hesitation; he closes the gap between them and uses an elbow blow to momentarily stun Yoko before making use of his Dragon Screw, once and then twice. On the delivery of the second, Yoko lands close to the edge of the ring, and opts to roll to the outside before the Senator can build any more damage into his chain.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:32:09 GMT -5
Yoko knows that her stall will only buy her a few seconds; indeed, she only has time to hear a reassuring yell from Ginger before the Senator slides out of the ring with the speed of a bullet train. But Yoko has speed of her own, and she jumps up on to the nearby security barrier, runs along it and leaps into a missile dropkick that even the agile Senator can’t avoid in time. The crowd yells again, and Yoko can hear her name being chanted as she gets up and hops on to the ring apron. The Senator rises quickly too; Yoko is about to jump, but gauges the Senator’s ability to counter and decides against it. Instead, she runs past him and drops to the outside mat; the Senator spins around, and this time ducks, reading perfectly the angle and speed of Yoko’s kick. Yoko ends up facing away from the Senator, and he responds with his low angle release German suplex. Delivered on the outside this is even more painful to land from, and the Senator is quick to maximize the benefit to him by stomping on Yoko’s legs a few times before she can get up. Yoko uses the ring apron to pull herself up; the Senator takes hold and goes for a Snapmare, but Yoko feels something at her feet just tucked under the apron, and clutches it as best she can. It turns out to be the struts of a stored table; the Senator can’t lift both Yoko and the furniture, and he has to wrench Yoko away before contemplating the move again. The pause lets Yoko clear her head, and she frees an arm to punch Senator right between the eyes. Though she is not as powerful as some of the bigger superstars, the Senator’s vision still swims, and Yoko wriggles out of his grasp, diving back into the ring. The referee’s count is at eight; when it hits nine, Stanton shows just a hint of nervousness, but the Senator rallies and gets himself back under the ropes in good time for the match to continue.
As the Senator is finding his feet, Yoko gives him a pointed look, and then mysteriously points at him directly. The fans immediately respond – is this the Y2KO? They don’t get the chance to find out, as the Senator turns on his own speed and charges at Yoko, who ducks the clothesline by millimeters. She jumps in the opposite direction of travel from that of the Senator, a wise move as the Senator pulls up rather than continuing to the other ropes and throws out a roundhouse kick which would have come close to putting Yoko’s lights out entirely if it had connected. Undeterred, Yoko bounces off of a different set of ropes and drives her extended elbow into the Senator’s chest; the Senator stumbles, and Yoko runs ahead of him and extends a leg so that he trips over it and winds up flat on his back. With the crowd yelling for something spectacular, Yoko climbs up on to the nearest post and wows them with a handspring moonsault, pushing off with her arms…. but there’s an even greater response as the Senator lifts his arms, braces - and catches Yoko while still lying on the mat! Yoko struggles, but the Senator pulls up his feet and with great power kicks Yoko up and away from him; she tumbles in the air and lands in an untidy heap. Stanton smiles and casts a sly glance in Ginger’s direction as the Senator coolly produces another dragon screw, this time transitioning it directly into the Tax Cut. Yoko can be heard emitting a faint cry of surprise and pain as the Senator applies maximum pressure; she raises a hand and all the fans shout “No!”, and Yoko seems to respond by putting it back down again. She takes several deep breaths before summoning her reserves and kicking free; the Senator looks just a little surprised at the escape, and his emotions are most certainly mixed as he decides that he’s going to have to pull out all the stops to win this one.
Not wanting to lose momentum, the Senator tries to get hold of Yoko again; but the champion obviously isn’t keen on that idea and gives him the runaround all over the ring. Both competitors seem to be stuck on the horns of a dilemma; the Senator can’t catch up to Yoko, and Yoko can see that the Senator doesn’t seem to be tiring significantly. Yoko decides that she’ll have to be more aggressive; she turns on her heel and lashes out, catching the edge of the Senator’s temple with a kick, but it grazes off and the Senator grabs Yoko, throwing her roughly into one of the corners. Putting finesse to one side just temporarily, the Senator launches a blistering attack of chops from which Yoko cannot flee; she starts to slide down the turnbuckle, and Senator shifts to putting the boot in with a force that makes the crowd yell and boo. Ginger is looking a little pale; but he gets up out of his seat and moves around the ring so that Yoko is in his line of sight. He calls out encouragement – not screaming or having a fit, simply restating his support for his representative. Yoko still looks badly dazed as the Senator sits her up on the turnbuckle for his 2nd Rope armwringer; he executes the move with aplomb, but as Yoko leaves the turnbuckle she holds on to the Senator’s own arm, and rolls on landing so that her momentum flips the Senator over as well. Yoko kips up, eliciting a cheer, and as the Senator is picking himself up Yoko signals again with the point – the fans go nuts, and Yoko runs forward. The Senator, having no idea of what form this attack might take, is forced to duck and roll aside; he tries to see if Yoko makes any sort of preparatory movement, but Yoko gives no clue and just stops herself at the ropes. The Senator doesn’t let himself be put off by Yoko’s bravado, however – Yoko turns around to be hit directly with a Partisan Kick out of absolutely nowhere, and the fans scream. Stanton straightens in his seat as the Senator pulls Yoko clear of the ropes, and covers….1…2… - Yoko kicks out at 2.5, and the relief is palpable all around the arena.
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