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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:29:11 GMT -5
Match 5: USSR vs. USA Match Vladimir vs. Mystery Opponent (Credit: ??)
The crowd calms down after the last match, but something quickly rouses them from their complacency, as the Red Army Choir Sings their hymn over the boos of the crowd. Red and yellow lights douse the arena in an eerie spectacle. Vlad Rasputin walks out from the stage wearing a new entrance attire (a bright red robe bearing the hammer and sickle on the back) waving the soviet flag with pride. Mikhail Rasputin walks behind the Soviet Superstar as he jeers the fans on his way down and storms the ring. A look of pure arrogance adorns his face as he catches a microphone and prepares to speak.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Now, here is a real wrestling star, a red star at that…
Maxwell McNally: Before we inevitably hear from him, I must remind our listening audience that although we give him time to speak, Mr. Rasputin does not in any way represent any official positions of Alpha Championship Wrestling.
Vladimir: Well, here we are, the end of the year spectacular, and it seems I don't have an opponent. Not one worthy American has shown their face to confront me in this very ring. Not that I expected any better, the tour will have to end on a sour note for all of the people who wanted to see the bureaucracy up top taken down. All during my splendid tour, wrestlers have defended their country's honor most sufficiently, until a few weeks ago, when I was screwed out of two victories, hardly the competitor's faults, but since then no one has stepped up to sufficiently defend the honor of the United States. Well, I guess we can just assume that the US has no…
Vlad is interrupted by red, white, and blue tickertape shooting from the entrance as a familiar theme plays…
McNally: I can’t hardly believe it! The tickertape…that familiar Alphatron video package, Eye of the Tiger…you know what all that means!
Edison: Oh, I believe it! The Senator is back, Jack!
McNally: My name’s not Jack, but that is indeed none other than the returning Senator Steve Phillips making his way from the back! It’s about time!
Sure enough, Phillips struts out from the back, microphone in hand, wearing his red, white and blue boxing trunks and his victory jacket worn from the Omega Effect pay-per-view. Making his way to the ring, the Senator sports a confident, determined smirk as he acknowledges the support of the fans, who are understandably pumped to see the return of the man to ACW.
The Senator: Well, well, well…you can all calm down now, I do have a little speech to get off my chest…come on now…that is better! Ok, then, while that was quite the ovation, and I truly am touched by your affection, I have some business to get down to now! Vladimir Rasputin! I may not have been in the vicinity of the ACW tour as of late, but make no mistake, I am a scholar of the game, and I have seen what you have been doing! I had to pull a few strings with the good ol’ Chairman backstage, but I surely wanted to make sure that when you took this tour over here to the U S of A, I would get the first shot at you. Now you might not know who I am, sir, so let me give you a little refresher on my activities. I am Steve Phillips, United States Senator from the great state of Illinois, a storied and oh-so-humble ACW competitor, as well as being the founding father of the Senatorial Stable, which I am sure you have encountered in your stay here in this company. As of late, I had to take leave of ACW to deal with some political issues, took a tour of Japan on the downtime, picked up a few new moves, and tonight…yes, tonight, I return!
Vlad's look of confidence has been replaced by one of disgust and shock, as he is left speechless. The Senator takes a breath, and surveys his opponent before continuing in a somewhat mocking tone.
Senator: Ah, but I must say one thing before this match begins…the quality of the competition surely has decreased since my previous departure from ACW! Looking at you, I see a nasty, grungy, longhaired, unkempt, maggot ridden, flea infested, degenerate, discombobulated commie relic from the gladly forgotten past! Hey Ivan, I truly hate to burst your disillusioned bubble of ignorance, but do you do know that your precious so-called “Socialist Paradise” crumbled over fifteen years ago? Guess that the “march of history” did not come out in old Karl’s favor this time! I would pose the old question asking if you have been living under a rock all this time, but from the background info I read, you actually were living on top of a really big one! You know what happened? A horridly flawed economic model combined with a strong US leader who had the guts to call the Evil Empire what it really was, and was smart enough to know when to act nice when he had to. The sum of that equation forced the poor old Soviets to fold their hand. I could go into infinitesimal detail here, but my on the spot analysis says that the fans paid their good, hard-earned capitalist money to witness something other than my brilliant rhetoric and historical analysis!
Vladimir: You capitalist pigs are all the same, growing comfortable in your positions of power, while the poor starve to death, it makes me sick. As for you criticizing me, well maybe we're getting a little senile in our old age, Steve?
The Senator adjusts his wrist tape for a moment, before returning to his rant, this time, in a decidedly harsher tone.
Senator: Hmph, you want to criticize America? You wish to proclaim yourself superior and your outdated ideology stronger? Well, in that case, you first have to set foot in the ring with none other than the newsmaker, headline breaker, office taker, world shaker, the roughest, toughest, most intelligent son of a gun ever to step into this here squared circle! I can not guarantee a sure victory, but I will promise one thing for you, a hard fought, brutal, knock down, drag out, all out fight. A test of will and endurance to the limits of my strength is what I offer, and that, my friend… ahem, comrade, is nothing…but the truth!
The Senator finishes his retort with a quick Victory pose, and tosses his jacket to a ringside attendant. Vlad and Mikhail confer in the corner for a moment before the bell rings, sending both competitors to the middle of the squared circle, staring each other in the eye.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:30:36 GMT -5
McNally: Both men are very close in height and weight, Rasputin perhaps has a bit more muscle mass, and has the advantage of youth, too. This is the first time we’ve seen the Senator in this ring for a while now, so…
Edison: Cut to the chase, Mac! This is going to be a war! You can’t deny that!
McNally: No I can’t deny…wait, it has begun…
As the two wrestlers face off, Phillips takes a deep breath, and pokes his opponent in the chest, which Rasputin answers with a loud smack to the face. The Senator backs off for a moment, holding his jaw, but quickly turns around, locking up in the standard tie-up. The two struggle mightily, with the slightly larger Vlad winning out, shoving his opponent to the mat. The Senator rebounds to his feet, going for another tie-up, and once again being forcibly returned to the mat. Vlad shakes his head when the Senator comes at him for a third time, but this time, he does not go for the collar and elbow, but rather a quick go behind, tripping Vlad straight onto his face. Phillips backs off quickly, with a sly smirk on his face. Rasputin does not appear to be quite as pleased, slapping the mat and charging in with a punch, with the Senator ducks into a backdrop suplex attempt. Vlad’s not so easily evaded, though, and locks in a side headlock.
Edison: Woah! The Senator just outsmarted himself there! Maybe the old technician’s lost a step!
Vlad locks in the side headlock, but is not able to hold it for long, as the Senator backs up against the ropes, using the momentum to shove his opponent off. Vlad shoots off of the hold, rebounding off, and smashes the Senator on the way back with a hard shoulder block. Rasputin follows up with a quick kick to the ribs, sending the Senator rolling out of the ring. Inside the ring, Vlad points at the Senator, and prepares to execute a rebounding plancha, but is thwarted when Mikhail runs over, tossing the Senator back into the ring. Vladimir looks a bit peeved by the unwelcome interference, but just proceeds to shake his head, going back to the match. Vlad closes in on the Senator, but is caught unaware with a low altitude dropkick to the knee, which flips him head over heels. Phillips quickly capitalizes on the move, going off the ropes, coming back with a Keiji Mutoh style elbow drop to his opponent’s throat. Both men roll to their feet in an instant, ending up in identical martial arts stances. They pause for a moment that seems to last for an eternity, until Phillips makes the first move, striking out with a middle roundhouse kick, which is answered in similar fashion by Rasputin. The two repeatedly trade kicks, neither gaining an advantage.
McNally: The Senator is well known for his mixed martial arts background, and had MMA victories over the likes of Dangerous Nick Alger, and even former ACW champion, Bladeshadow! The fluidity of his kicks, and his ability to absorb his opponent’s strikes have been well noted, although he does usually favor a ground game in those types of matches.
Edison: So what? Vladimir’s trained for most of his life in the fighting arts! Just look at him, he’s winning the battle!
As Edison stated, Vlad starts to win the exchange, as the Senator begins to take longer and longer to answer after each kick, and slumps over, holding his ribs. Rasputin focuses one final kick to send Phillips to the mat, striking out…but the Senator catches the kick in his arms, delivering a crisp dragon screw! Phillips links the move directly into his standing half crab hold, the Tax Cut. Vlad is not about to tap out, but Mikhail decides to make his presence known by stepping up to the ring apron, taunting the Senator, and distracting the referee. Phillips drops the hold, feinting a kick at Mikhail that sends him off the apron. Vlad is able to get to his feet in the confusion, charging at his opponent. The Senator, though, has a true veteran ring sense, catching Vlad, and hammer throwing him into the opposite ropes.
McNally(speaking rapidly): Into the ropes…no wait, Rasputin’s in control of his movement, he’s springing into the ropes with a leap…springboard moonsault, he catches the Senator on the way down with a rear facelock, similar to Felix Santana Junior’s World of Pain...and linked it into his inverted swinging neckbreaker, the Red Revolution!
Edison: Whatamove! I TOLD you Vladimir’s the man!
Vlad quickly covers for the pin….
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…2
…Steve Phillips kicks out emphatically! Vladimir’s not too troubled by the escape, and answers by locking in a triangle hold. Phillips struggles within the submission, trying to get his legs off the mat, but is not able to do so. He lingers in the move for a period of time, the referee closing in to check. Vlad tries to shift within the applied triangle hold to cut off his opponent’s air supply more thoroughly, but this is just the break the Senator needs, and he reaches over with his opposite hand, making a wrist clutch, and not only escaping the submission, but cradling his opponent as well!
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Vlad kicks out even before the two count! The Senator picks Rasputin off the mat, but is met with a backhand strike to the head. Phillips steps back on the impact and then fires into his advancing opponent with some very nasty knife edge chops to the neck. Vlad is stunned momentarily by the barrage, but still somehow manages to respond with a series of chops to the chest. Phillips takes the chops, gives a quick smirk to the crowd and retaliates with stunningly loud chops of his own, knocking Vlad down, and drawing the obligatory “Woooo” from the crowd. Vlad gets to his feet with a punch to the gut, and a knee strike to the ribs. The Senator is doubled over, but still manages to recover and returns with another round of chest chops, which have the double effect of knocking Vlad back and turning his chest to an even brighter shade of red. As his opponent closes in, Rasputin grabs him, and tosses Phillips into the corner. Vlad sets the Senator up on the top rope, going for what appears to be a superplex, but instead gets countered…
McNally: The Senator countered the superplex attempt into what appeared to be a front facelock, but instead of delivering a DDT, he spun around into a grounded front facelock!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:31:18 GMT -5
The Senator locks in the front facelock on the ground, but not for long, rolling Rasputin over onto his back, turning him back over into another facelock, and repeating the process once again into a scissored front facelock. Phillips locks the front facelock in, going for the win with the guillotine. Vlad has not been sufficiently worn down though, and stands up, turning the facelock into a nasty lifting powerbomb, with the resulting move dropping the Senator on his shoulders and neck. Vlad does not make the effort to go for a pin, instead repeatedly kicking Phillips in the side of the head until the referee forces him to cease his vicious assault. The Senator stands up to one knee, but does not entirely make it up to his feet when Rasputin meets him with a beautifully executed turning roundhouse to the head, following with a lateral press…
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It is close, but the Senator somehow kicks out, perhaps on instinct! Vlad starts to show frustration for the first time in the match, arguing with the referee, until Mikhail steps up on the apron, and yells to him to get back to the match. Vlad takes the advice, and turns around, trying to pick his opponent up…but Phillips has other ideas, shooting out with Inoki-style sliding kicks to the knee. The Soviet Superstar is forced to one knee, which evokes a look of glee on the Senator’s face, as he backs off, doing what can only be described as a fusion between Keiji Mutoh’s Cross Wizard Pose and his own Victory Pose. Phillips then charges in, stepping off his opponent’s knee to deliver his Shining Capitol(Step-up Forward Flip Heel Kick), but is evaded when Vlad manages to duck, sending the Senator landing straight on his backside. Vlad quickly takes note of the situation, running at full speed off the opposite ropes, coming back, bouncing off the close ropes, and stepping off the recovering Senator’s knee to deliver his own Shining Wizard variant, the Capitalist Crusher! Vlad then picks his opponent off the mat in a double underhook position, lifting him vertical in what looks to be his spinning sit-down double arm facebuster, the Siberian Express. However, he, too is to be disappointed by a timely counter when the Senator dislodges his arms, latches his feet around Rasputin’s throat, and executes an ultra-rare Hurricanrana counter into a hooked leg pin…
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…Vlad kicks out at two and a half! The Senator takes a moment to catch his breath, keeping an eye on his opponent as he ascends the turnbuckle. As Vlad reaches his feet, Phillips dives off with what looks to be an enzuigiri, but is not, for Rasputin rolls out of the way at the last moment. The Senator lands on his feet, charging in with a Washington Lariat, but is stopped short with a swift spinning sidekick to the stomach by Vlad. Rasputin pulls his opponent in for what appears to be a powerbomb, but instead lets the Senator slide down, stepping over his arms, and delivering part one of the Iron Curtain II, a Styles Clash maneuver. Vlad keeps the Senator’s arms hooked with his legs, slowly bridging into a handstand, completing the move, and torturing his opponent, sending the referee into a prone position on the mat, checking for Phillips to submit. As if that hold was not bad enough by itself, Mikhail reaches over the apron, and clasps Vlad’s elbows, making the already painful submission nearly unbearable.
McNally: That’s terrible! The referee needs to get up off the mat, and actually see what’s happening, such a scenario should never occur in ACW!
Edison: Heck no, it shouldn’t! But then again, this IS a war, and as you know…
McNally: Don’t pull out those tired old clichés on me, Fast Eddie! You know as much as I know that not only does this obviously hurt the Senator, but it also probably is not what Mr. Rasputin wants, either, despite the problems I have with his ideology, I can’t deny that he’s presented himself as an honorable fighter in the ring!
Edison: Ha, and double ha! Vladimir wants to win, and if he does win, that’s fine by me!
McNally: I believe we all have received your point, Eddie, and received it many times over, you may cease transmitting your message any time soon…
As the announcers continue their discourse, the referee finally notices Mikhail’s interference and forcibly kicks him out of the ring with a boot to the face, in the process, disrupting Vlad’s hold. Mikhail immediately leaps to the apron, grasping the referee by the shirt collar, which prompts the official to gesture for his removal from the ringside. Mikhail has other ideas, though, shoving the ref, and climbing into the ring. At this moment, a coalition of ACW officials, with the intimidating head referee Raymond Allan Fleming in front storm the ring, dragging the unrepentant communist out with them. As this spectacle unfolds, the two competitors both reach their feet, each amused with the bizarre happenings. The Senator takes a breath, and laughs at the ejection, while Vlad simply shakes his head with a hint of a smile on his face, before turning back to the action at hand. The match quickly picks up pace at this point, with both men rested to an extent and ready to continue. Phillips and Rasputin circle around each other, both sizing up their chances, and perhaps waiting for the other to make the first move.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:33:09 GMT -5
Suddenly, Vlad lunges out at the Senator, trying to catch him off guard with a wakigatame, (Fujiwara Armbar) but is thwarted when Phillips spins to the inside, unhooking his own arm, and catching his opponent in an overhead armbar. The Senator then slowly applies pressure on the move, forcing Vlad to lean back, and back, until his shoulders touch the mat…
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…Rasputin manages to kick out in a spectacular manner, bridging back into a handstand, and landing on his feet! Vlad then surprises Phillips by catching him in a standing arm wrench, twists the arm, and then repeatedly pulls the Senator into a series of knee lifts to the ribs. He continues this assault for a few more times to the shoulder, and then pulls Phillips in for a vertical suplex…but the Senator is able to smoothly twist back, landing on his feet directly into a rear waistlock. Out of this, he hits a low angle German suplex, picking his opponent up, adjusting his grip, Phillips then connects with a vicious Senatorial backdrop suplex, bridging back, applying a full nelson, he then completes the Senatorial Series with a Liberalizer! (Full nelson bulldog) The Senator appears a bit winded by his efforts, but then attempts to attack his opponent with another series of knife-edge chops upon recovery. However the various attacks to the arms have considerably weakened the Senator’s trademark strikes, and instead of being knocked back as before, Rasputin responds with a Cold Snap step-up enzuigiri out of nowhere! With both men down, the referee starts the tedious ten count…
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Vlad shows signs of life…
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The Senator slowly gets a leg up and under himself…
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Vlad slaps the mat, and gets up to one knee…
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Both competitors manage somehow to beat the ten count, and the match goes on.
Edison: Oh man, oh man, oh man, that was a close one! I can’t believe either of them got up! I know that as great as I was, back in the day, I couldn’t have gotten up if I were in that situation!
McNally: As great as you were? Need I remind you why you ended up in this booth instead of in that ring once again?
Edison: No-sir! But nevertheless, oooh boy, that was close!
McNally: Yes it was. Neither of these two fighters has an ounce of quit in them tonight. The Senator appears to have been rejuvenated by his tour of Japan, and it shows, it appears that he’s not got a trace of ring rust on him tonight, despite your earlier comments.
Edison: And on the other hand, the Soviet Superstar is wowing the world here as well! You can’t deny that!
McNally: No, no, I can not. Wait, look out, I think they are going into the stretch right now! The Senator’s going back to those chops, but I think they’ve been weakened…and Rasputin answers with a right hook and is unleashing some fierce elbows!
Edison: That really staggered the Senator, I wonder how much he has left in his old tank!
McNally: If he’s old, that makes me ancient! You do make a good point there, it’s hard to tell…look out, Rasputin just came off the ropes with a very fast spin wheel kick to the Senator’s jaw…
Edison: No kidding, that was so quick I hardly even saw it! He’s going for the pin!
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…Phillips kicks out, somehow, someway. The crowd is firmly on their feet at this point, and the two competitors trade punches. The Senator starts to gain momentum, striking out with boxing style jabs, and then proceeds to knee his opponent in the gut repeatedly. Vlad is doubled over, and the Senator rebounds off the ropes, going for a vicious Partisan Kick…but Vlad’s not as stunned as he appears, and stands up, evading the kick at the last moment, flowing directly into a swift sweep kick, taking Phillips down, and going for a folding pin…but the Senator then pulls him into an inside cradle…
…1
McNally: I believe both men’s shoulders are touching the mat…
…2
Edison: Who gets the win?
….3! The referee calls for the bell, with a confused look on his face. Both Vlad and the Senator rise to their feet, initially claiming victory, until they look at the referee, who raises neither of their arms. Both competitors confront the ref, asking for the results, but the referee simply shakes his head. The ring announcer, Phillip even gets into the mix, asking what happened.
McNally: I suppose nobody gets the win…this is quite the confusing scene.
Edison: You know, I would go on a rant saying that Vladimir should have won, but I agree, this is confusing! Someone needs to do something…
McNally: Oh no, I believe someone IS doing something…
Sure enough, Raymond Allen Fleming, the head referee, comes storming down the entrance way for the second time in the night, microphone in hand.
RAF: What in the dickens happened here! No, I know what happened, precisely what happened! You fouled things up! You incompetent cretin, Mortimer, I have half a mind to ship you straight down to Fallout!
Cliff Mortimer: I thought that the Senator had him with that small package, but his shoulders…
RAF: Small package, the only small package that I want to see is the one enclosing your contract being sent to the Fallout Tour, permanently! You know damned well that a pay-per-view match of this caliber does not end on an inconsequential note like this did! You make a decision, restart the match, I don’t frankly care, as long as we have a winner! What you did was just plain bloody wrong! You fouled up not only Steve Phillips’ return match, but also you fouled up Vladimir Rasputin’s defining tour, you fouled up the fans’ enjoyment of a match with a clear winner, and worst of all, you fouled up the reputation of ACW’s referee staff, and in turn, MY reputation! And I will not stand for that. Have a nice career…on Fallout.
Edison: Woah! That, that, that, is what I call a tirade! See you on Fallout, Cliff!
McNally: Even though the end of the match might not have been optimal, you can not argue that the two competitors did not have an excellent match, one that surely thrilled the fans, and in turn perhaps will be remembered for a long time to come, not just on the end, but on the contents as well.
Fade Out .
(Post-match notes: Match credit goes to the Senator, and as you might have already guessed, pre-match credits also go to the Senator, along with Vlad.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:33:59 GMT -5
Segment: And the battle ensues....(Credit: BK)
As we return from the spectacular match that we witnessed we catch Ginger being attended to in the nurses office. As far as he knows the match has been announced as a No Contest and the match is over, but from BK's statement earlier he couldn't be more wrong.
Ginger: Ok I think I'm good, I'll just walk it off.
Ginger hops off the desk and he begins to walk, but with a limp while still showing facial expressions that he is hurt. As he leaves the nurses office he begins to make his way back to his office when he hears screaming down the hallway. "GINGER! GINGER!" is shouted throughout the hallways and Ginger sharply turns his head and he can see that BK is making his way closer and closer towards him. BK finally spots the Chairman of the board and the chase ensues. Ginger tries his best to make his way down the hall but he is still aching from the table spot. BK catches the chairman and grabs him by his hair but Ginger uses quick thinking and he rakes the International Champion in his eyes. The referee catches up to the scene and Ginger begins to pummel away at BK.
BK begins to block up due to the stiff blows that Ginger is throwing, Ginger follows up with a knee to the gut of BK and then he throws him into a wall. BK holds his back as he comes off the wall and Ginger sprints at BK while completing his very strange warcry. BK proves to be one step ahead of Ginger and he side steps Ginger, sending him head first into the concrete wall. Ginger is knocked for a loop and BK follows up with an Inverted Facelock Backbreaker. Ginger holds the back of his head as he rolls onto the ground and BK picks him up and carries him towards a door. BK kicks open the door and it reveals a stairway, the crowd anticipates what's happening next and BK smiles for the umpteenth time in this match. BK attempts to whip Ginger toward the steps but Ginger counters and BK is sent toward the stairway but BK hangs on. As BK turns around he is met by scolding hot water that Ginger has picked up on the side. BK holds his eyes and drops down to both knees. BK knees him in the face and sends him down the steps to the lobby.
BK takes a bad trip down the steps on Ginger slowly makes his way down to the steps and he covers BK. The referee slides down the banister and begins to count but BK gets his shoulder up before three. Ginger can't believe he has yet to take out the champion and he picks up BK and tosses him in the boiler room of the arena. Ginger then pushes the door, shutting it in the process and the proceeds to lock it with the huge combination lock.
Ginger: And that's what you call a finisher...
Still exhausted, Ginger makes his way back up the flight of steps laughing out loud and the referee attempts to open the lock.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:34:52 GMT -5
Match 6: Victor “Latino” Laureano vs. “The Mayor” John Quimby
The crowd is still reacting to the ongoing conflict between Ginger and BK, as Philip enters the ring, mic in hand.
Philip: This is a singles contest, set for one fall… introducing first, from parts unknown… “The Mayor” John Quimby!
Quimby’s theme plays, and he walks out with a cocky smirk on his face; he’s confident that he’s got the upper hand after Monday’s attack on his opponent. The crowd boos loudly, but Quimby just laughs; he enters the ring and gets up on the turnbuckles before returning to the centre and flexing his muscles to warm up.
After a pause of a few seconds, “Ooooooooooh Latino!” is heard from the speakers, and the crowd jumps up as they wait for the man himself….
Philip: And his opponent, from New York City… Victor “Latino” Laureano!
Latino comes out thumping his chest, working the crowd up into a state of high excitement. He jogs to the ring and slides in, getting on the ropes and raising his arms to the crowd. Quimby just gives Latino a contemptuous glance, but this conceals surprise at Latino’s condition; he seems to be fit and not seriously hampered by lingering injury. Quimby appears to have underestimated Latino’s resilience, and how this will affect his gameplan is a question the fans wait eagerly to see the answer to, as the referee calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Quimby is wearing a less than respectful expression as Latino steps forward, and challenges him to attack; in fact, his smirk is nothing short of mockery, and this serves to get Latino’s already hot blood positively boiling. He lunges forward and hits his former friend with a forearm blow across the face; Quimby takes a step back, but then smacks Latino with a forearm of his own. This is the catalyst for the match proper to spark into life; shots are traded back and forth until Quimby gets in a nasty high kick to the chest that pitches Latino over on to his ass. The crowd is amused, but they quickly turn back against Quimby as he stomps on Latino ferociously.
Quimby: ORALE! How do you like that, Holmes?
Latino rolls up on to his feet and glares at Quimby for his taunts. His reaction is swift and precise; he uses his shuffle jab combination to great effect, making Quimby reel backward until he can deliver his Discus Lariat and send Quimby down on to the mat. Latino quickly drops down, landing on his knees on top of Quimby and crushing the air out of him; he grabs his opponent by the hair and throws 1,2,3,4,5 counted punches until the referee breaks the pair of them up. Both men get back on their feet swiftly, and Quimby puts a hand to his face, looking more and more pissed off by the second. Latino takes this as a signal that Quimby wants more of the same; he takes a run at him, going for a clothesline, but Quimby protects himself by whipping Latino onward to the ropes. Latino hits them and comes rushing back at his foe, and Quimby just barely ducks the second clothesline attempt. Reaching the other, nearer ropes, Latino uses them to springboard into a hurricanrana, drawing a loud cheer from the fans and letting him get the first pin attempt of the match for a 1.5 count.
Latino hops back on to his feet, and slaps his chest in a confident fashion. Quimby scowls, and takes a swipe at him; Latino jumps backward and smiles, but misreads Quimby’s next move and takes a sharp kick to the ribs. Quimby continues to kick Latino in the same place until Latino looks to be in significant discomfort; Quimby then makes a rapid dash and knocks Latino to the mat. He sets up the Boston Crab with impressive speed, and the boos of the crowd only seem to make Quimby more pleased as he locks the hold. Latino grits his teeth, the damage to his ribs now increasing the pain of the move, and his hand wavers dramatically; but the fans are too smart to be fooled into thinking it’s all over at this early stage, and Latino proves them right by clawing his way to the ropes in fits and starts. He gets a grip, and the referee orders the break; Quimby holds the move for as long as he can without being disqualified outright, and then gives Latino another kick as soon as he lets go. Latino rolls sideways to get away, and then flips on to his feet; this catches Quimby by surprise, so much so that Latino is able to execute his Northern Lights Suplex, making the fans cheer with delight. Latino drops for a pin – but Quimby punches straight up, and strikes Latino in the head while the referee’s view is obscured. He rolls Latino over to reverse the pin, and the referee counts, 1,2 – Latino kicks and shoves Quimby away from him. Quimby gives Latino a withering smirk, and then shakes his shoulders, again doing his best to insult his former tag partner. Latino glares, but shakes his head, and refuses to let Quimby goad him into a rash act of any kind.
Quimby finds himself hurtling toward the corner post before he can even blink; he impacts it hard, back first, and Latino follows up with a turnbuckle splash. Quimby takes the hit, but reacts fast enough to grab Latino around the waist; he adjusts his grip, and tries to squeeze the air out of his foe. Latino gasps, and elbows his way free; he turns around, and instinctively jerks his head sideways to avoid Quimby’s punch. The momentum brings Quimby back into range, and Latino gives another crowd-pleasing performance as he pulls off a Tornado DDT- No! Quimby counters beautifully into an X Factor, and earns himself a solid 2 count as a result of it. Latino is no greenhorn; as he gets up, he hears Quimby’s cry of “Orale Vato!” and knows he’s got to turn things around quickly; the crowd boo Quimby’s impertinence, and in so doing inadvertently assist Latino by muffling the sound of his approach from behind his opponent. Lacking ring experience, Quimby doesn’t read the crowd in time to block Latino’s german suplex; Latino tries to bridge it into a pin, but Quimby thrashes free before the referee can start his count. The two men get up, and Latino is now in a “suplex” frame of mind; he grabs Quimby and suplexes him, holding on as they get up so that he can go for a second. The crowd urges him on, but Quimby has other ideas; he resists, and then stuns the fans by reversing things so that he performs an identical suplex. The extent of his copying only becomes evident as Quimby gets up, bringing Latino with him and going for the same “chain” effect; but Latino is a quick learner, and after a brief struggle he delivers his second suplex. Incensed, Quimby gets off a second suplex of his own; Latino blocks a third, tenses – and then catches everyone napping by throwing Quimby sideways instead of upward. Quimby sails through the air, and out between the ropes; he lands on the outside with a thump.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:36:01 GMT -5
His head spinning, Quimby pulls himself to his feet; he sees the outside barrier close by, and leans on it as he gets his bearings. Suddenly, he’s aware of a lot of noise, and of the people immediately in front of him scrambling to move; Quimby turns his head, and sees the spectacular sight of Latino leaping into the biggest Pitbull’s Pounce ever. He gets such height and distance that he not on;y reaches Quimby, but knocks him completely over the safety barrier and into the first row of chairs; there is an almighty crash, and security struggles to hold back the shocked fans from the devastated area. Nothing moves for a few seconds, and then Latino and Quimby rise, both with fresh bruises starting to appear on their skin; they trade shuddering blows, and Latino misses DDTing Quimby on to one of the fallen chairs by a matter of inches. The referee shouts to make himself heard over the sound of the crowd; Latino gets up, rolls over the barrier, and rolls into the ring and then out of it to reset the countout “clock”. As he reaches the ringside area, Quimby is making a stealth approach, having cut through the crowd; he slips back over the barrier, and then dashes in to clothesline Latino down from behind, sending him face first into the outside mats. The crowd boos Quimby and chants for Latino as Quimby lifts his opponent and slams him down again; Latino grimaces, and Quimby laughs and shakes his shoulders, further taunting his foe. Again though his inexperience costs him; the crowd is doing its best to wind him up, and Quimby momentarily loses focus, pausing to yell back at them. That’s all the opportunity Latino needs; he hops up on the barrier, and performs the drunk’s stumble (corkscrew moonsault) to a huge pop, and great effect on his opponent.
The side effect of the stumble is that it costs Latino significantly in terms of energy; he is down for a few seconds, and when he does get up, he has the problem of getting Quimby back into the ring. He lifts his limp foe and tries to get him on the apron, but as he’s doing this Quimby springs back to life and elbows Latino away from him. He gets up on the apron, and prepares to jump off – but Latino reacts quickly, and jumps up beside him. The crowd thrills as they fight for supremacy, and then screams as Latino delivers a Brainbuster from the apron back to the outside. This time Latino is up more quickly, and he gets Quimby successfully back into the ring; he pins for a 2 count, but Quimby kicks out and then rolls back to the outside, causing Latino to huff with annoyance. Suspecting a trick, he slides out of the ring carefully; if Quimby was expecting a more dramatic move, he’s perfectly able to adjust his plan, and he whips Latino hard into the barrier, making Latino wince and the crowd cry out. Trapping Latino against the barrier, Quimby hammers him with body blows; Latino’s legs start to buckle, and Quimby goes for a suplex – but Latino fights back, and then pulls off another amazing turnaround by performing the Switchblade Cut over the barrier itself. Quimby takes one heck of an impact, and slumps dazed in a heap as the crowd chant “Latino, Latino!”. Latino smiles and slaps his chest again; now he can see that Quimby is trying to use the outside of the ring to cause injury, and he decides that the rest of this match would be best conducted back in the confines of the wrestling ring.
With a concerted effort, Latino hauls Quimby back into the ring and covers; he gets a 2 count, but the strength of Quimby’s kick at that point tells Latino that his foe is far from ready to give in. The two men circle, staring at one another intensely, and then Quimby makes his move; he dashes forward, and Latino sidesteps his charge so that Quimby carries on to the ropes. He turns in readiness to meet Quimby on the rebound, but Quimby has other ideas; he holds the ropes to prevent himself from being sprung back and then makes a run for the turnbuckle. Latino goes after him, and as Quimby gets a foot to the top of the post, Latino arrives below him; he manages to get Quimby sitting on his shoulders, but Quimby immediately starts to punch him in the head and face, and Latino staggers before abruptly collapsing. Quimby covers, and gets just past the 2; he gets up fast, and as Latino starts to rise, Quimby goes into full-on mock mode, acting like a caricature of Latino as he moves in and jabs him with rapid punches. He forces Latino back into the corner; Latino jumps on to the ropes, looking for a launch for a counter, but Quimby follows him and rakes him across the eyes. As Latino closes them and turns away instinctively, Quimby gets the chance he needs; to everyone’s great surprise, he pulls off a copy of the Macana’s Blade (Razor’s Edge) from the top of the post, and the crowd yells in disbelief as he pins, and the referee counts 1…..2….thr-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:36:36 GMT -5
Latino gets his shoulder up, and Quimby now is the one looking stunned. Latino shoves him away and rolls to his feet, and Quimby quickly follows him. As Latino stares at his former pal, Quimby puts on a front, and smirks.
Quimby: That’s not bad, holmes. “Viva La Raza”, yea?
Latino shakes his head, and gives a smile that is not cynical or malicious, but courageous.
Latino: Quimby, this is the root of your problem. You’re still living in the past… you’re trying to beat the man I was way back in GFWWE. But that man grew, my friend, he went through some great things and some terrible things, and he came out stronger than you can possibly know. So no more games… see if you can match up to Victor Laureano.
The crowd cheers with all its heart, and Latino takes up a fighting stance. Quimby proves that he’s got heart, even if it perhaps isn’t quite in the right place at this moment; he moves in, and the blows that the two men exchange now seem to be at full strength, with nothing held back. Quimby is certainly powerful… but Latino’s strength has been forged in the hottest fires, and he starts to wear down his foe, strike by strike, until Quimby wavers, dazed from the continuous assault. Latino lifts him, and stalls for a good 5 seconds before completing the vertical suplex; the crowd roars, and this spurs on Latino to go to the ropes. Quimby seems disorientated as he gets up, and Latino goes for a second springboard hurricanrana – but then Quimby shows his true colors, and counters the move into a powerbomb of huge force. The whole ring shakes, and Quimby pins, 1….2… - Latino’s arm is thrust skywards at the critical moment, and the crowd goes loopy as Quimby’s expression shatters. Roughly pushing himself away, Latino slowly stands back up; he simply gestures for Quimby to come forward again, and the crowd gets excited, sensing that Latino’s ready to wind things up. Quimby braces himself, runs forward – and then ducks past Latino and spears him from behind, driving him straight into the referee, who is flattened at the bottom of the heap. The audience cries out, and Quimby goes into action; he grabs Latino and starts to choke him against the ropes while the referee is too dazed to see what is happening. The crowd is furious, and boo angrily, but their anger is as nothing compared to Latino’s; he bursts free of Quimby’s hold, slides out of the ring, grabs a chair from the timekeeper’s corner and slides back in. Quimby starts to look very worried; Latino gestures with the chair, and the crowd yells approval… but Latino doesn’t attack Quimby. Instead, he leans the chair up against the corner post, walks forward, and faces his opponent.
Latino: So that’s how you want to play it? Fine. Go ahead, there’s a nice cold steel chair right there. Take it… you STILL won’t beat me.
As if to underline his point, Latino walks around the ring until Quimby is standing halfway between him and the post with the weapon.
Latino: What’s it going to be? The referee doesn’t look all that injured to me…
Quimby hesitates; the crowd shouts to him not to cheat any further, and Quimby looks behind him… and then walks forward, offering his hand. Latino looks at it warily, but Quimby smiles, and Latino is reassured; he walks forward, accepts the handshake-
-and Quimby’s smile becomes a smirk as he punches Latino hard in the jaw. Latino staggers, and Quimby drives him backward, trying to get him close enough to the chair for a quick snatch and grab attack. But as they near the post, Latino slams on the breaks, and… with a huge effort, he pulls off his Overhead belly to belly suplex, sending Quimby not only into the corner post, but into the chair as well. The crowd goes ballistic; Latino hurriedly disposes of the incriminating evidence with a flick of his foot, and then pulls Quimby back a little into the perfect position. The crowd yells itself hoarse as Latino climbs to the top, raises both arms, and launches into a flawless frog splash.
The impact is direct and decisive, and the vibration jars the ref back into consciousness. He sees Latino make the pin, and scrambles over; he counts 1……2…..3.
The reaction is loud and ecstatic; Latino stands up, and beats his chest in truly inimitable style.
Philip: Here is your winner… Victor “Latino” Laureano!
Latino lets the referee raise his hand in victory; he climbs the turnbuckles and celebrates as Quimby slowly comes around. By the time he’s fully awake, Latino has left the ring; he gives a slight glance back over his shoulder, but that’s all. No one knows if Quimby and Latino can salvage their friendship, but there’s no doubting at this point in time who’s top dog here
Latino continues to work the crowd, giving them the full ACW experience, as the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:37:43 GMT -5
Segment: An overdue return
As the alphatron illuminates, the audience is greeted by a spectacular scene; the shot is being taken from an elevated point, looking down a lushly forested mountainside. In the foreground is a large, red gate, known as a torii; there are many hundreds of smaller but similar gates forming a covered pathway that winds its way up the mountain. Every so often, one or two people emerge through the large gate, and enter the courtyard where the camera is standing.
As the fans watch, two people they know very well indeed enter the shot, and stop to catch their breath.
Latino: Finally! You didn’t say that hike would take us two hours…
Alicia: Did I not? It must have slipped my mind. Anyway, we had lunch when we were halfway up at that little restaurant.
Latino: You call that stuff food? Eh, it’s not my kind of thing, noodles and some weird bean-curd cubes.
Alicia: Well I really like it. It’s kind of strange though, we never ate exotic food when I was a child…. Victor?
Alicia looks at Latino, who is staring directly ahead, and smiles.
Alicia: Yeah…. Impressive, isn’t it?
The camera swivels, and reveals a shrine of truly epic proportions. It looks exactly as you’d imagine a Japanese holy temple to look: colorful, ancient, and precisely constructed. In front of the shrine are two large stone sculptures of foxes, their snouts long and pointed, their features sharp and wily.
Latino: What’s this place called again?
Alicia: It’s the Fushimi Inari Shrine. Inari is the Shinto god of the harvest and good fortune, and this is the main site where he is worshipped. Of course “he” is just as often a “she”… Shinto isn’t that fussy about gender.
Latino: It’s amazing… come on, we don’t have a lot of time here if we want to catch the Bullet train back tonight.
The camera shows the pair of them heading into the shrine, leaving their footwear on the outside.
The scene cuts, and time has passed; the shadows are a little longer now, and the sun a little lower. Alicia and Latino are sitting on the steps of the shrine; they have what looks like small triangular wooden plaques in their hands.
Latino: So… what do we do with these again?
Alicia: They’re votive plates. You write your request to Inari on the back, and then draw a face on the front and hang it on the big wall inside that we saw earlier. But you mustn’t reveal what you write to anyone else.
Latino: And this actually works?
Alicia: Who knows? Personally, I’ll try anything once.
They both laugh, and inscribe their wishes on the blank side of the wood. The opposite side is painted white, and now the audience can see that it’s in fact shaped like an angular animal’s face. Latino gives his a decidedly sneaky expression; Alicia makes hers cheerful.
Alicia: Aww, I never knew you had an artistic streak in you, darling.
Latino (smiling): Hey, I’m a man of hidden talents. Shall I take these in?
Alicia: Yeah, that would be great. I’m going to have a quick look in the garden, OK?
Latino: Fine, I want to take a couple more pictures before we go. I’ll be back in a few minutes.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:38:16 GMT -5
They exchange a brief kiss, and Latino heads back inside the shrine; Alicia descends the steps, and crosses the courtyard to where some more Torii gates mark the ornamental garden. Alicia expects to find it being used for meditation and reflection, but curiously it is empty except for one person.
The man is clearly native; he has long, jet black hair, and is wearing traditional robes to indicate that he is a worker at the shrine. He is tending to the many different flowers that are planted in carefully designed patterns and arrangements. He seemingly pays no heed to Alicia as she walks slowly around, looking at the aesthetically masterful beauty of the space.
She draws near to the man, who is arranging a plant with some polished stones, and a branch of silver birch.
Alicia: Excuse me… do you understand English?
The man gives a small nod, indicating that he understands her, but may or may not answer her next question.
Alicia: Are you a practitioner of Ikebana?
The man does not look at her, but speaks in a soft, low voice.
Man: I am a student of that art.
Alicia: Ah, well you see I have always been told that the flowers in these gardens are planted according to their meanings, but everyone seems to have a different interpretation. This, for example…
She touches a leafy stem; it’s winter, so the flowers themselves are not in bloom.
Alicia: These violets, they symbolize honesty and truth, or so I’m told.
Man: That is correct. What about this?
He points to a small tree with a few delicate white blossoms.
Alicia: That is Sakura, for Kindness.
Man: And this….?
Alicia Those are roses… they’re white. They represent… innocence, or devotion.
She smiles, as a few memories flicker through her mind, and then are gone. She looks up, to see that the man is looking directly at her, for the first time. His eyes are startling; they seem to reflect no light, but rather gather it in from all directions, as if all-seeing.
Man: You have remembered much.
They bow to one another, and a ray of sun penetrates the low clouds.
Alicia: It’s wonderful to see you again, Master Daisuke.
Daisuke gives a hint of a smile, though retaining his serene countenance. They start to walk slowly.
Daisuke: I am pleased that you have returned. It is right and proper to give observance to that which has passed, in preparation for one’s future. I sense that you have found what you were seeking when you left me.
Alicia: I have, and I have you to thank for it, Master. I was a shell of a soul when I came here the first time…
In her mind, Alicia recalls the dark days and months following the Mumbai incident, the days when she felt that she could not live with herself… and then, a year and a half later the meeting on the darkest, longest night with the woman who started her on that path three and a half years previously, and who stepped in to direct her once again to this place of gentle healing….
Alicia:… Has Ishizu returned here since I left?
Daisuke chuckles.
Daisuke: Is that what she calls herself now? No, she has not returned. I believe that she fears the reaction of her kin to the things that she has been involved in… as you have seen, it falls to me to undo the unforeseen consequences of her actions.
Alicia considers this silently. Daisuke stops, and tends to an elegant green plant.
Daisuke: Do you recognize this?
Alicia looks at it.
Alicia: An orange lily? Yes, it’s a symbol of hate, and revenge…
Daisuke stands up.
Daisuke: The world you are in is now a breeding ground for such feelings… I sense that people you know are about to discover the terrible cost that giving in to these emotions can have. You, too, are going to have to face them soon… but I believe that you can endure the coming storm, if you remain true to what I taught you. Calm and free… let your mind always be so, and your body can hold out against any punishment it takes.
He reaches over, and takes a cutting from another plant next to it. He gives it to her.
Daisuke: Remember me… and the others who will help you when needed…
The wind blows, and Alicia closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them she is alone… but Victor is entering the garden, and waving. He walks up to her, and she smiles and embraces him…
Latino: Ow!
They part, and Latino looks at the stem in Alicia’s hand. It is a rose… and it has bloomed into a double head, one flower yellow and one red.
Latino: I’ve never seen a rose like that… where did you get it?
Alicia: Oh, from the garden. It’s a symbol… the yellow rose means friendship, and the red one… love.
The wind blows again, and Latino looks around him, as if expecting to see something, but there is no one else there. He shrugs the feeling off.
Latino: Let’s go… you promised to take me on the town tonight.
Alicia: I did, and I keep my word. Kyoto, here we come…
They walk hand in hand out of the garden. As they reach the gates, they pass a striking statue; it is another fox, this time with nine tails and carved in pure black Onyx. Neither of them can remember passing it on the way in… but then the thought fades, and they start off down the trail, heading back to the train station, and the modern world.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:40:08 GMT -5
Match 7: Mask vs. Entertainment Title Match Kudo vs. El Rey de la Mascara (Credit: Hunter / Kudo)
We return from the commercial break to find Philip already standing in the ring.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Mask vs. Entertainment Title Match! Introducing first...
He cuts himself off when he sees Gerald Cabeza walk down the ramp with the Entertainment belt in hand. He gets into the ring and takes Philip's mic.
Gerald: Enough of this dilly dallying around, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT TO YOU…EL NUEVO CAMPEON DE ENTERTAINMENT…EL REY DE LA MÁSCARA!!!!!
Gerald gives Philip the mic again just as "Miseria Cantare" hits the speakers and El Rey comes out to a mass of boos. He pays no attention to the fans and simply slides in the ring, then takes the title and raises it high above his head. He then lowers it and looks it silently...and then follows this up by spitting on the title to a torrent of boos. And suddenly, "Poison" hits the speakers and nearly every fan gets on their feet.
Philip: And from TOKYO, JAPAN, he is the current Entertainment Champion, KUDOOOOOOOOOOOO YASUDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Kudo runs down the ramp and slides into the ring just as his opponent and his opponent's manager run out. The ref takes the ET title from Gerald and forces Rey into the ring.
Bell Rings.
Kudo instantly rushes Rey with a flurry of punches and kicks, most of which Rey is able to block. He ducks a punch and follows through with an uppercut, then dropkicks Kudo's knees. Kudo falls down but is able to quickly spring up again and dodge a dropkick, then grab Rey and hit him with a backdrop. He rolls through and attempts to lock in a camel clutch, but Rey elbows him off. They both rise and pause for a moment, looking over their opponents. They slowly and cautiously approach each other, then lock up in the center of the ring. Rey gets behind Kudo, but Kudo is able to jump backwards and hit the kangaroo kick. Rey falls back into the ropes and rebounds back into Kudo, who grabs him for a DDT. Rey punches him in the side, breaks free, headbutts Kudo, and then ultimately hits him with his own DDT. He goes for the cover, but Kudo quickly kicks out.
Max McNally: Kickout by Kudo! El Rey’s going to have to do better than that to achieve victory here.
Kudo rises and Rey tries to get him with an arm drag, but Kudo hits his own arm drag and follows it up with a leg headlock. Rey is able to roll backwards and break the hold. Both kip up at the same time and turn around to clothesline their opponent, ending with a double clothesline. They both lie there for a moment until Kudo is able to rise. He looks at the ropes and watches Rey rise, then grins. He runs at the ropes and goes for a Flashback Elbow, but El Rey gathers himself together and manages to unleash a dropkick to Kudo's back on his return trip. El Rey motions his finger back and forth, mocking Kudo as Kudo is clutching his back in pain. Rey attempts the Blackout, but Kudo is able to duck, kick Rey in the gut and unleash a very powerful brainbuster. He covers, but Rey kicks out once again.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Rey’s determination is just as great as Kudo’s… what a fascinating matchup this is proving to be!
Both men rise and Kudo leaps up into the air for a spiral dropkick, but Rey is able to grab him midair and hit him with a lifting reverse DDT. He covers, but Kudo kicks out. Rey runs at the ropes and leaps off them for a moonsault, but Kudo lifts up his knees and hits Rey directly in the gut with them. Kudo then kips up and runs at the ropes, bounces off, and goes for the Yakuza Knee. Rey, however, sees it coming and is able to duck, then grab Kudo in a gutwrench. Kudo elbows Rey in the side of the head, spins around behind him, and hits a picture perfect Ying-Yang Suplex! He covers, but Rey is able to kick out. They both rise and Kudo starts to go on an offensive rush, then Kudo handsprings off the ropes and nails Rey in the head with an unexpected Flashback Roaringiri! Rey expected the elbow again, but he was fatally mistaken as he drops down and Kudo goes for the cover. Gerald, however, distracts the referee a bit and gives enough extra time for Rey to get a shoulder up by the 3 count.
Max McNally: Oh, come on! Kudo should have had the win right there!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Now that’s the value of a good manager, Max.
Kudo lifts up Rey and drags him to one of the turnbuckles, then sets Rey up on the top turnbuckle and hits him with a few right hands before climbing up himself. Kudo tries to wrap his arm across El Rey’s chest, looking for an avalanche K.O. Exploder to many anticipating cheers from the crowd. El Rey will have nothing of it though, and battles back, keeping themselves on top, losing balance quickly. In a last ditch effort, El Rey sticks a thumb to the eye of Kudo, and uses his last burst of energy to leap onto Kudo’s shoulders in a sitting position and then lunging backwards into a top rope reverse hurricanrana!!! The impact is immense and the crowd can't help but "ooooooooh" at the result. Both men are down for a bit but then El Rey goes for a pinfall but Kudo kicks out just before 3. Gerald is clearly annoyed by Kudo's persistent fightings and is almost in complete shock when Kudo is able to kick out from something of that great impact.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:41:43 GMT -5
Both men are slowly able to rise, and then Kudo comes from out of nowhere and nails the John Woo to a mass pop from the audience. He covers, but Rey kicks out just before the three. Kudo waits for Rey to rise and then rushes for the Yakuza Knee once again, but Rey dodges and pulls down the 2nd rope where Kudo crashes on the outside. Rey then measures Kudo up after catching his breath, and launches himself onto the outside with La Bomba de Apocalypse!!! Rey though, catches some of the barricade on his attack and so both men are down after the attack as the referee begins the count. The count gets to 5 before both men begin getting back up, meanwhile the crazy Japanese school girl shrieks over the rest of the crowd in the front row and wills Kudo on. Kudo manages to roll himself in but the damage is still noticeable. El Rey pulls himself onto the apron and the ref stops the count as El Rey springs off the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault on Kudo! He goes for the count, but Kudo gets his leg on the bottom rope before the 3.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oooow! How close was that?!
Max McNally: Kudo once again proving his class, and don’t the home fans here love it! Listen to this crowd!
El Rey positions Kudo on the top of the turnbuckle and looks to go for a Frankensteiner off the top. Gerald distracts the referee again as Kudo begins fighting back, to allow El Rey to pull another trick out of the heel bag. However, Kudo sprays a big cloud of red poison mist directly into the face of El Rey, whose mask didn’t cover the blast from the sensitive area of his eyes. The crowd goes wild as Kudo leaps off the top rope and nails Gerald in the face with a missile dropkick and sending him crashing off the apron onto the outside. El Rey is still clutching his eyes and trying to rid them of the stinging mist as Kudo slaps his knee and the crowd goes wild, anticipating the Yakuza Knee. However, Kudo stops and instead raises 5 fingers into the air which sets off an even bigger positive crowd reaction. The Japanese school girl’s shriek of “KUDO!!!” can be heard as he walks towards El Rey.
Maxwell McNally: I almost forgot about this…don’t tell me that Kudo…he’s going to be introducing the 5th new move in his arsenal from a few months back! “Fast” Eddie Edison: It looks like he is! He raised 5 fingers into the air, El Rey knows it’s coming, you and I know it’s coming and the crowd can see it coming as well! Maxwell McNally: He tried it during his defense against The Senator but Steve Philips managed to foil Kudo’s plans and avoid the move. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well there’s nowhere for El Rey to go now!
Kudo lifts El Rey onto his shoulders and the amount of flash photography is really starting to show in this moment of the night as Kudo carries El Rey on his shoulders a bit before hoisting him off and nailing a crushing knee strike to his face on the way down! The culmination of lights and the sound of impact make for an unforgettable moment as Kudo unleashes his 5th promised move. The crowd begins to chant “K.O!!, K.O!!” as El Rey drops and lies completely still. The referee comes over, assesses El Rey, and immediately waves his arms, calling for the bell.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has declared that El Rey de la Mascara is unable to continue this match… therefore, the winner by Knockout and still ACW Entertainment Champion…. Kudo Yasuda!
Maxwell McNally: We’ve received word that that move is called the Go To Sleep, and my God, the name doesn’t lie! Eddie, you said there was nowhere for El Rey to go, but obviously Kudo gave him somewhere to go...To sleep. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Good one Max...
El Rey is motionless on the mat as Kudo’s arm is raised by the referee, but Kudo only cares about seeing his Entertainment belt back in its rightful owner’s waist. The crowd claps and chants “KU-DO” as the sight of many young kids wearing R-3 T-shirts and the amount of respect being given, almost makes Kudo shed a tear in his home country. Kudo wraps the R-3/Armada flag around his shoulders and poses on the top of the turnbuckle as El Rey is still knocked out from the Go To Sleep finisher. Gerald comes to rub some water on El Rey’s neck
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What a daaaaangerrrrous move…Now we know why Kudo saved that one for last. It’s obviously one hell of a move. We can only hope El Rey is okay after taking that…
Kudo hops off the turnbuckle and is about to head to the next, but he sees El Rey still on the ground surrounded by staff. Kudo takes a look at the crowd and then makes his way to El Rey and lightly slaps his face a few times as he starts to come to. Kudo volunteers to help lift El Rey up and even water up his eyes to alleviate the mist pain.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:42:23 GMT -5
The crowd all claps in unison at the act of sportsmanship that they haven’t seen from Kudo in a long time. El Rey leans on the turnbuckle as more doctors and staff members tend to him while referee Fleming brings the ACW Entertainment belt to Kudo where he poses for more pictures and applause. Kudo bows to each side of the crowd and is about to leave the ring when El Rey quickly runs through the staff to stop him. El Rey points at his mask.
Maxwell McNally: Has Kudo forgotten that this match was for El Rey’s mask? “Fast” Eddie Edison: No way could he forget, he was obsessed with that crazy mask!
El Rey points to Kudo to do the honors of removing the mask that he fairly defeated him for. Kudo takes a long look at the crowd and El Rey and merely bows to El Rey before continuing on his way out of the ring and back up the ramp.
Maxwell McNally: What the…? “Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s like he doesn’t even care anymore!
The crowd again applauses at the display of showmanship as Gerald comes over and pats El Rey on the back. El Rey pushes him off and begins to untie his mask until he completely takes it off.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: He did it himself!
The crowd all begins to clap again at El Rey’s kept promise.
Maxwell McNally: No one in the arena appears to think any less of the man, in fact maybe even more now after this contest with Kudo.
The doctors and staff crowd around El Rey again to help him but he refuses any help and he and Gerald make their way up the ramp to another set of applause from the crowd.
Maxwell McNally: What a match this was Eddie. “Fast” Eddie Edison: You got that right, a lot to think about after watching that match, Max.
The last scenes are of the Japanese crowd respecting both stars in a standing ovation.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:43:18 GMT -5
Segment: Damn...there's more? (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens Ginger is finally in front of the door to his office, as he enters the office he quickly drops onto the couch, exhausted and ready to catch up on what's happening at Winter's Discontent. He picks up the remote and turns on the television when he heards a bump fromt he walls. Ginger begins to look around suspiciously and then he sees nothing. He lays back in his couch, sitll with a sense of caution but then he heards the bump again. Ginger rises up from his sofa and looks around, he doesn't see anything but he wants to make sure.
Ginger: Anybody there?!
Nothing is heard or even seen so he figures that he is hearing things from the twin shot by the trash can lids by BK London earlier. He lays back and his eyes slowly closes shut, just then a piece of plaster falls from the ceiling. Ginger looks up and another piece of plaster comes down from the ceiling. Then the vent in the ceiling breaks open and down comes BK London into his office proving BK LONDON WILL NOT DIE! Ginger screams and jumps out his coach and attempts to make a b-line for the door but BK catches him.
BK turns him around and then knocks his head off with a clothesline. Ginger drops to the ground and rises up, you can see his eyes glazed over and then he drops back down to the ground. Suddenly the referee drops down from the vent also and BK grabs Ginger's head as he is lying on his back and wraps his legs around it. BK and Ginger roll over on their stomach simultaneously and BK commences with a very Simon Dean-like Multiple Facebuster pushups. Ginger's face drives into the ground repeatedly and BK then halts the punishment. He releases the lock and then stands over Ginger before slapping him in the face, demeaning him.
BK: You thought this was over? It's not over until I say it's over.
BK turns Ginger on his stomach and quickly locks him in a modified surfboard hold and then he places his leg in the back of Ginger. The crowd knows what's coming next and they have seen BK as a victim of this move countless times. Ginger pleads for BK to stop and just as he is about to give Ginger a face full of wood, Tyrone breaks into the room and he takes the head off of BK with a stiff clothesline. Ginger quickly scurries out of the room as the battle between Tyrone and BK ensues. Ginger escapes the room and shuts the door, then he hears a big crash sound from his room. In his mind it is no doubt that Tyrone has taken out BK and given him a punishment fit for attacking him like a mad man. Ginger walks off and about 15 seconds later the door opens and BK London comes out fine and unscathed. BK looks back and smiles before walking off camera, still in pursuit of Ginger. We close into the room and we see Tyrone laying unconscious between two halves of Ginger's desk.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:44:10 GMT -5
Match 8: Rena vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune
The shot returns to the main arena; the crowd is still maintaining an extraordinary degree of energy considering how much they’ve already exerted in cheering all the action so far. Philip steps into the ring, and keeps things rolling along smoothly.
Philip: The next match tonight is a singles contest… introducing first, she is ACW’s Supreme Diva… the one, the only, Rena Matheson!
”Violet Sauce” hits, and there is a lot of cheering as Rena strides out on to the stage, instantly capturing everyone’s attention with her radiant beauty. She walks to the ring, letting the fans get a good look at her, and Philip chivalrously holds down the ropes to let her enter. Even the women in the audience cheer and clap; Rena’s passion for Japanese culture and music is well known here, and it has a strong positive effect on the crowd.
Once the cheering has settled down a little, the music cuts and is replaced by “I’m a Bomb”, which turns the noise levels right up again.
Philip: And her opponent, from London, England… she is one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
AK walks out wearing a broad smile; she twirls around, letting her coat fly behind her, before heading down the ramp slapping hands with many of the fans who are pressing forward to see her. She gets to the ring, and Philip repeats his efforts with the ring ropes; AK gives him a smile of gratitude, and circles the ring once to survey the crowd before coming back to face her opponent. Philip waits for things to calm down, and collects an extra mic from an assistant at ringside, who also takes Alicia’s coat and headband for safekeeping.
Philip: Rena, as you know you have the right to choose the stipulation for this match… will you please now reveal what it is?
Rena gives a glamorous smile, and accepts the second mic.
Rena: All right… there are so many things I could have chosen, but in the end I decided on something that we’ve not seen in ACW before. My dear Alicia, I hope that you’re ready to have your reputation dragged through the dirt… literally.
The alphatron comes to life, and shows a shot of the parking lot. The crowd reacts loudly as they see what’s in the centre of the shot; it’s a large truck, with an open top. As the camera moves upwards, it reveals what the truck is carrying… a huge amount of trash.
Rena: Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you ACW’s first Garbage Truck match! The rules are simple – the match can take place anywhere in the arena, but it only ends when you – I mean, one of us is thrown into that steaming pile of-
AK “borrows” Philip’s mic from him.
AK: Yes, yes, thankyou Rena, I believe we get the picture.
Philip takes his leave; the crowd starts to get noisy, but then they notice that there’s no referee in the ring to start the match. This isn’t lost on Rena, either.
Rena: Hey! Where’s the official?
AK: Oh, I’m sure he’ll be here any second… he’s got a lot to handle this evening.
Rena: What? You-
AK: Yes, you picked the stipulation, but I asked the Chairman for a specific person to referee this match. In fact, I’d say he’s the only person qualified to undertake the duties on a match of this magnitude-
The crowd starts to react again, and the camera turns to show the referee approaching. Only a flicker of dismay passes across Rena’s face as he enters the ring…
Raymond Allan Fleming’s mood hasn’t sweetened much since the Vlad/Senator controversy; he walks up to the two women and gives them a steely glare.
RAF: Now then ladies, this is not a knitting circle! Save your chinwagging for later, I am determined to keep this show running to time.
He takes both mics and tosses them to the outside. Alicia smiles, and steps close to Rena so that she can whisper…
Alicia: Let’s see you weedle your way to a win with your feminine charms now, love.
Bell Rings.
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