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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:45:19 GMT -5
Rena’s temper has been building, and she releases her anger by lashing out with a powerful elbow strike that catches AK out, and makes her reel back; Rena presses her advantage, and keeps hitting AK in a fluid motion until she stumbles back against the ropes. Rena underlines her point with a hard slap, and then executes a suplex; she rolls to her feet, as AK also gets up holding her cheek. She looks angry, but her expression also shows that her anger is really with herself for letting her guard down. She moves in, and gives Rena a taste of her own medicine, focusing on her opponent’s upper body. Rena is shaken by the strength of her foe’s attack, but she does not panic, and defends herself from the worst of the blows; AK switches to rib kicks, and this has more effect, making Rena grunt with pain. With Rena distracted momentarily, Ak runs past her to the ropes, rebounds and clotheslines Rena from behind; Rena falls, but rolls forward and comes back to her feet so that AK reaches the ropes on the other side, bounces once again, and runs straight into a mighty kick that sends her over backward to the mat. Rena drops and straddles her chest, beating AK with both fists for a count of 5 until the ever efficient RAF barks the order for her to cease. AK shakes the stars from her head as Rena paces the ring, holding up her arms and generating a pop from the fans, who are surprised and delighted with her strong opening spell. This obviously isn’t the ideal situation as far as AK is concerned, but she doesn’t seem totally shocked by it; she hops up on to her feet, brushes her hair back, and readies herself as Rena spots her and makes a rapid dash forward, going for a speed attack.
Rena’s strength has increased a great deal in her time at ACW, but she’s still in essence a Diva rather than a cruiserweight. AK steels herself as Rena runs in, and the crowd yells as Rena collides with AK and staggers back as if she’s just collided with something solid. Alicia grabs the opportunity with both hands; she goes for Rena’s gut, kicking her repeatedly until Rena gasps in pain, and then takes a quick step or tow back so that she can build the necessary speed for a headscissors takedown. Rena goes flying and hits the canvas hard; she loses her orientation for a moment, and as she rolls over on to her front AK grabs her foot and applies the Catch-22. Rena’s eyes widen; she thumps the mat, but with no submissions counting AK is not required to release the hold. The crowd is divided, with people cheering for both women; Rena can hear her name being chanted, and this inspires her to find a way out; she quickly turns over before AK has a chance to grapevine her leg, and kicks free, rolling backward on to her feet as she does so. AK meanwhile is unbalanced the other way and topples on to her arse; Rena sees this, runs to the nearby ropes and backflips off of them into a moonsault variation to flatten AK and drive all the air from her lungs. As AK gags for air, Rena pulls her up and then inflicts further damage with her armwrench axe kick; AK wavers for a second, but then snaps back into focus and hits back with a further gut kick. Rena doubles over, and AK takes a chance, running to the opposite ropes; she rebounds, and finds Rena also in motion, running toward her. The crowd roars as they meet; Rena gets the best of it and hits AK with a spinning kick that flips her over before she lands; Rena follows with an elbow drop, but AK rolls aside, and Rena misses. AK jumps up, and as Rena tries to follow, she connects with a knee to the face and then nails the Falling Star (Pedigree) to a loud cheer.
AK glances at the alphatron, which is still showing the shot of the garbage truck; she looks at Rena, and decides that she should weaken her opponent further before venturing toward the ultimate goal. Rena is already getting back on her feet, and AK prepares to apply a full nelson hold. Rena though is not about to just let this happen; she wrenches herself away before AK can get the hold locked, and then whips her opponent into the nearest corner post. AK hits it hard, and groans at the impact; Rena stalks her from behind, and then starts to kick and punch her in the back. AK turns around to try and protect herself, but Rena simply turns the situation to her advantage once again and delivers a fast-paced bulldog that has AK’s head in a spin. AK uses the nearby ropes to pick herself up; Rena knows how to use that to her advantage, too, and slips on to the apron so she can quickly apply her hanging headscissors choke. RAF scowls a little at the barely-legal move, and counts the 5 before shouting at Rena to release it; Rena is smart enough to know not to test RAF’s patience, and flips back over the ropes, swinging out a kick at her opponent. AK ducks it, and backs away from Rena; believing she’s got her opponent on the run, Rena dashes forward and attempts a jumping clothesline. AK though stands her ground, and without batting an eyelid she lifts Rena into a backbody drop that takes her right over the top rope. The crowd yells as it looks like Rena’s heading for an extremely nasty fall; Rena saves herself by turning over in mid air and grabbing the top rope to halt her descent, leaving her hanging with her feet a few inches from the floor. Rena looks, and realizes that she can’t see AK; the crowd however can, and they roar as AK hops up on to the top rope, runs along it to where Rena is hanging, and performs the Kitsune Kick to send Rena to the outside mats.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:46:17 GMT -5
As Rena lands, she can hear the crowd still reacting loudly behind her, and she scrambles out of the way as AK goes for a springboard plancha. She’s ready and waiting as AK rolls to protect herself; Rena lays into her opponent with a flurry of kicks, and then starts to pull AK with her as she moves up the ramp. AK manages to even things up by clubbing Rena with a couple of forearm blows; Rena is momentarily stunned, and AK goes for a much larger lariat. Rena however sidesteps this, and as AK overbalances, Rena catches her and drops to a knee, giving the camera a devious smile. The crowd recognize this and start yelling enthusiastically (particularly, it must be said, the male contingent), and Rena gives them what they want with a burst of spanking; AK flails and yells, turning bright red and thrashes around until Rena has to let her go. Rena struts, accepting the plaudits from the fans as AK stands back up, still flushed; those close by can see that the cogs are turning in her brain, and she seems to be struggling with a decision of some sort. She has only a little time to think, as Rena is about to turn and see her; she gathers her energy, and then bursts forward into a spear tackle. Rena has no time to see it, and AK drives her on to the hard metal ramp; Rena hits her head, and her vision fuzzes for a second or two. This gives AK a moment to gaze at her opponent at close range; the fans can only wonder what is running through her head at that moment… and then Rena recovers, and the making of eye-contact seems to snap AK out of whatever reverie she was in. She tries to hit Rena, but is blocked and then thrown off as Rena forces her way back to her feet. Looking up at the alphatron above, Rena gives AK a “come on” gesture, and then runs through the curtains. AK is right on her tail, and the fans’ attention switches to the big screen, which now shows what is happening backstage…
The camera moves to catch up with the two women, who are evidently moving at quite some speed; the cameraman is overtaken by RAF, who seems to have an instinctive ability to follow a match wherever it may go. A loud crash indicates that they’re on the right track, and the camera turns the corner to find Rena trying to kick AK right through a closed door. AK understandably isn’t keen on the idea; she jumps to one side, and then grabs Rena and swings her around, driving her into the door instead. It gives way with a bang; there is what sounds like a yelp of shock from within, and before AK or Rena can react someone comes flying out and clotheslines both of them down.
Ginger: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! TAKE THAT, LONDON!-
The chairman finds himself face to face with the thunderous expression of RAF. Despite the fact that Ginger is in fact his employer, RAF isn’t going to stand for any nonsense or interference in a match that he’s refereeing.
RAF: CEASE AND DESIST, SIR!
Ginger almost jumps out of his skin in surprise, and then looks around him, seeing who he’s actually hit.
Ginger: What the… what are all of you doing here?
[AK and Rena pick themselves up.
AK: What does it look like we’re doing? Aren’t you watching the show?
Ginger: Er, yes….no….well I was, but… I’m conducting some very important business.
RAF, Rena and AK all look at the room Ginger has come out of.
Rena: In the janitor’s closet?
The crowd laughs. Ginger straightens his tie.
Ginger: That’s…. not your concern. Anyway, carry on. Oh, and if you see BK, I absolutely was not here. Ever. Understood?
Ginger hastens away down the corridor; all three watch to check that he’s really gone, and then as if struck by some simultaneous impulse Rena and AK throw punches at one another. AK gets hers in first, and drags Rena along the corridor, heading for the doors to the outside…
The Tokyo Dome is a large building; AK reaches a junction, and looks up at the signs. They are of course all in Japanese.
AK: Which way? Damn, I need to practice reading Kanji more-
Her hesitation gives Rena a chance to act, and she pulls herself out of AK’s grasp before hitting a DDT. As she stands, Rena takes a look at the signs herself; she’s memorized the route out of the building, and knows which way to head. Rena starts to back down the appropriate corridor; she knows that AK needs to stay with her, and so she taunts her opponent to make her follow. Rena’s strategy isn’t foolproof, however; as AK gets up and breaks into a run, Rena suddenly realizes that AK can move faster than she can. She rushes through the next set of doors, and with AK almost upon her she dives into the first entrance she sees; as she hurtles in, steam pours from the room. AK swerves to follow her; the camera tries to do the same, but the steam clouds the lens so that only the dialogue can be heard…
Rena: Where on earth am I…. Oh!
Rena starts laughing; then AK’s voice is heard.
AK: What’s so funn- well, heeellloooo there gentlemen!
A jumble of male voices is heard protesting.
Rena: Oh please… you guys have burst in on the divas often enough before now. None of you have anything we haven’t seen before…
Rena suddenly pauses.
Rena:….oh my god, that is incredible! See me in my locker room right after the show, honey-
At this point, our good friend RAF barges past the camera and into the shower room.
RAF: Ladies, I must ask you to take yourselves back outside for health and safety reasons. Come along now… the rest of you, carry on…
The cameraman finally cleans off the lens, as AK, Rena and RAF emerge. RAF closes the door behind him.
AK: Wow…. He’s hung like King Kong!
Rena: Tell me about it…
As Rena glances to her left, she sees what they’ve all been looking for; the doors to the parking lot. With a swift look at AK, she makes a break for them, and AK follows her outside with RDK right behind the pair of them. As they disappear, the door to the shower room opens, and Gary sticks his head out, a towel around his waist.
Gary: What did she mean by that?
Confused, Gary goes back into the room to get dressed, as the camera proceeds to the parking lot to film the climax to the match…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:47:36 GMT -5
RAF rubs his hands together to keep them warm in the cold Tokyo air; Rena and AK, meanwhile, are generating more than enough heat between them to keep the cold out. They are fighting next to the garbage truck, and now the fans can see that a set of steps have been erected next to it to allow access; with her goal so close Rena finds fresh motivation, and slams AK against the side of the truck, before ramming her repeatedly with her shoulder. AK grits her teeth, and pushes Rena back; she summons up all her strength, and now shows Rena her unrestrained power with a series of rib kicks that make Rena cry out in pain. She tops it off with a high angled dropkick that sends Rena to the tarmac; any normal “diva” would be KOed by such an attack, but Rena is like no other, and she gets back on her feet as AK paces around her. AK looks at her again, as Rena stands in the moonlight, and several different thoughts jostle for attention.
The two women continue to maintain eye contact, and then Rena makes her play; she closes the gap to her opponent, and they grapple with one another. The truck casts a long shadow in the parking lot lights, and the pair push one another back into the shade so that the camera cannot focus on them clearly. Up against the side of the vehicle the women are still locked together, eye to eye… and then something happens, and for a second or two there are not two silhouettes, but one. Silence reigns for a few moments more.
AK:…….. Interesting.
Rena:……….What was it like for you?
AK:…Not unpleasant. You?
Rena: I’ve had better.
AK laughs.
AK: Yeah, me too. I think I’m a plain old vanilla girl, truth be told.
RAF: What’s going on over there?
Rena is heard giving a sigh.
Rena: Some men are just so nosy. So…. Shall we finish this?
AK: Let’s.
There are a couple of thumps as AK and Rena get back to the business of trying to outmuscle one another; Rena manages to turn things so that AK has to move backward up the stairs, and the pair emerge back into the bright lights. Rena puts everything she has into this last effort, and gets AK up on to the top of the platform; the pair break apart and start coughing as the wind blows the scent of the garbage up to them. This spurs both women on, as neither of them want to end up in the fragrant mass; Rena kicks AK in the side, and then moves around, lashing out with her Chick Kick. AK teeters, and Rena’s heart soars as she tries to give her opponent the final push; AK however has a last-gasp idea, and drops off by her own will so that she fall feet first and is able to grab Rena’s ankles. Rena cries out in surprise, and tries to shake AK off; but she unbalances herself and falls over backward. AK’s weight pulls her forward and she just barely grabs the edge of the truck to prevent herself falling completely; with the lower half of Rena’s body dangling, AK climbs up using her opponent as a makeshift ladder, and hauls herself back on to the platform. As soon as she feels the weight leave her, Rena pulls herself back from the edge – AK is also getting up, but Rena has the slight advantage, and she gets behind her. The crowd in the arena yells as Rena grabs and lifts AK; she swings her out over the drop, and is about to let go… but AK uses all her athletic ability to flip herself over backward, pushing off of Rena’s chest and then her shoulders, and drops behind her. With Rena standing right on the edge, a firm shove is all it takes to tip her over, and Rena shrieks as she takes a swan dive into the truck. The sound of her impact is accompanied by a scream of disgust, which RAF accepts as proof that the match is over. In the arena, Philip announces the result.
Philip: Here is your winner…. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
The crowd cheers both participants for the original and entertaining match. AK takes a look over the edge to see if Rena is ok, and can’t hide a smile at what she sees. Down on the ground, RAF shakes his head; he’s never been a fan of gimmick matches.
RAF: Thank goodness that’s over with… now we can get on with the real wrestling.
He turns to leave, but then sees that one of the truck’s doors is open. Disliking any kind of disorder, he slams the door shut… and the vibrations travel up the body of the vehicle to where AK is standing on the top, leaning over and looking at the result of her victory. Perilously balanced, AK flaps her arms desperately trying to stay upright… but fails, and ends up toppling into the muck. The crowd shouts in surprise… and then laughs itself silly. RAF looks up, realizes what has happened, and looks just a little bit nervous for perhaps the first time ever.
RAF: Yes, well… I must be going, referees to supervise, and so on…
He walks briskly away as the crew start to arrive with ladders and what looks suspiciously like a fireman’s hose. From inside the truck, Rena can be heard laughing, and then AK laughs too.
AK: Ahh, crap. You know what this means?
Rena: No. What?
AK: Neither of us is getting any sex for at least a month….
Rena’s laugh falters, and then becomes a cry of “Nooooooooo!” as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:48:22 GMT -5
Segment: AND I PULL OUT MY GUN!!....not really, but caught your attention right? (Credit: BK) The scene opens up and Ginger continues to make his way down the hallway, constantly looking back to see if BK London is following him. Ginger walks backwards looking down the hall and then he bumps into something. Ginger quickly turns around and for a second who he initially thought was BK was just the referee for the match.Ginger: Listen you! I order you to stop this match! NOW! Ref: I'm sorry Mr. Ginger sir, I cannot do that. The stipulation of this match was that the match goes on until someone is either pinned, forced to submit, or when the full 60 minute time limit for this stip runs out. Ginger: 60 minutes? Well how much time has passed by so far? Ref: 45 minutes and counting sir... Ginger: 15 minutes huh...If I avoid BK for 15 minutes then this match will be considered a draw correct? Ref: Correct? Ginger: Good man. Ginger then stops and he hears a familiar voice coming down from the hall, it can only be BK as he has grown accustomed to his voice over the past 45 minutes. Ginger quickly grabs the referee and they dip into the kitchen. BK is now seen on the camera and he enters the kitchen as he notices the door was slightly moving as if someone had stepped through it. BK looks around and he sees nothing but the chef.BK: Hey you! The chef turns around and the crowd recognizes that the chef is Ginger with a mustache and the infamous Chef's hat. BK is oblivious to the face he is Ginger and he decided to question the chef.BK: You seen Ginger and a ref run around here somewhere? Chef Ginger(Sammy Sosa like accent): I see nothing! BK: You sure? Chef Ginger(Sammy Sosa like accent): I saw dem earlier, first I see dem - and then I don't see dem. BK: Uhh...yeah. Keep an eye out on them for me. Chef: Of course. BK walks off and Ginger begins to smile and he continues to stir the soup that he is in the process of mixing. The crowd get's a laugh out of this and the time continues to tick down, suddenly...BK: WAIT A MINUTE!! Ginger now believes that his cover has been blown and is ready to make a run for it, but then he decided to play it cool and wait it out.Chef: Yezz? BK: You forgot to add onions.. BK grabs an onion and begins to dice it up and then tosses it into the soup and he continues to mix it.BK: The onions give it that zesty flavor. Try some. Chef Ginger takes the stirring spoon and takes a sip of the soup and nods in approval while BK's expression changes very quickly in the past second. Ginger looks down and sees that his fake mustache is floating around in the stirring spoon, he looks up to see BK with a '' like facial expression.BK: YOU! Ginger darts out of the camera's shot and makes an attempt to escape the kitchen but he is cut off by a suprisingly quick BK London. BK knees him in the gut and then sends him head first into the door. Ginger groggily steps back and BK cracks him over the back of his head with a giant frying pan "Wilma Flinstone style". Ginger drops down to the ground and BK picks him up and carries him over to the storage closet. BK looks in and he pulls out a pizza slicer, the crowd can be heard going "Ohhhhhhhhhh" through the walls of the arena and as Ginger gets up BK rips his shirt off his back and begins to run it up and down his back as it slices into his skin. Ginger screams and his hand lands on the stove, Ginger quickly picks his hand off the stove as the camera pulls out revealing that BK has turned it on.
Ginger holds his hand in pain and he is oblivious that BK is now stalking him from behind. BK turns around the chairman quickly and kicks him in the abdomen before setting him up for The Revolver. BK turns and Ginger quickly pushes him into the storage closet. With 10 minutes before this match can officially be contested as a draw, Ginger decides that the best way to avoid BK is to head out of the arena but before he does he makes sure he locks the closet using a combination lock. Ginger quickly escapes leaving BK trapped in the closet.....closet....closet...
After about 20 seconds loud bangings can be heard coming from the closet, the camera closes into the latch on the front of the closet door slowly breaking.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:49:32 GMT -5
Match 9: ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match Daredevil vs. Bre Double T (Credit: DD)
With the crowd wondering if the BK Saga is ever going to end, Philip returns to the ring to announce the penultimate match of the night…
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the ACW Light-Heavyweight championship! Coming first to the ring, the challenger, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 225 lbs…He is the Welsh Dragon, Dan ‘Daredevil’ White!
The lights suddenly fade, and the crowd jeering as the Welsh National Anthem hits the PA system. A spotlight focuses on the top of the ramp, and Dan ‘Daredevil’ White walks out onto it, wearing the Welsh flag on his back (like the British Bulldog did back in the day). He slowly walks towards the ring, ignoring the taunts and jeers of the fans as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, and the spotlight suddenly fades away. The lights begin to flicker in a cross between red and green as Dan drops the flag and climbs the steps, entering the ring. He jumps onto a turnbuckle and does a Randy Orton-style pose, jumping off and climbing the turnbuckle opposite, and again doing that pose. He jumps down, and the lights turn back on as we await the champion.
Philip: And the champion, from Rochester, New York, weighing at 220 lbs…he’s the ACW Light-Heavyweight champion, Bre Double T!
The crowd goes nuts as ‘Enter Sandman’ by Metallica hits the speakers. The song picks up and Bre walks out to a huge ovation from the Japanese fans and Bre smiles as he walks down the ramp. He furiously shakes his head side to side, slapping the fans’ hands before sliding into the ring. He jumps onto the turnbuckle, posing, and proceeds to do this to the next turnbuckle, and the final two. He then jumps down, taking his belt off and handing it to the referee as we get ready for these two to fight.
Bell Rings
Dan and Bre closely watch each other’s movements as they lock up in the centre of the ring. Dan grabs Bre into a headlock and hits a Judo flip followed by a quick headlock on the floor. Bre manages to pull himself up and grabs DD in a headlock, reverting it into a reverse waistlock and throwing DD back with a reverse Judo flip. Bre just watches Dan as he climbs to his feet, and the crowd show their appreciation for the technical start as the two again lock up. Bre manages to show his strength, picking DD up and hitting a Fireman’s Carry but Dan shows great recovery, quickly locking Bre back into s reverse waistlock. DD holds the hold for a couple of second, with Bre struggling to get away before DD grabs Bre and throws him at the ropes. Dan ducks down and Bre flips over his head, but fails to lock in the Sunset flip in as DD rolls backwards to his feet, and dropkicks Bre, who’s in a sitting position. This sudden attack surprises the crowd, including some disappointed members who would have loved to see a pure technical brawl. DD lifts Bre to his feet but Bre grabs him by the air, locking him in a standing hammerlock. DD manages to force himself down to his knees, and from there cleverly chops Bre in the back of the neck. Bre lets go of the hold, and DD takes him down to the floor with a snapmere, followed by a pinfall attempt but Bre manages to kick out at two.
DD lets out a small smirk as he gets to his feet, but before he can do anything the lights in the arena suddenly flick off and on. Some parts of the fans scream, almost expecting something to fall from the rafters but Dan just shouts at the technical staff, demanding someone to fix the lighting. Dan then turns around, but Bre boots him in the stomach, following it up with a swift Spinning Neckbreaker. He jumps up to his feet, bouncing off the ropes and going for a Big Splash but Dan manages to roll out the way, and quickly climbs to his feet. He grabs Bre, who is checking to his chest after missing the splash, and hits a simple scoop slam. He then lifts Bre back up, and locks him in for a Neckbreaker. However he feigns the first two, obviously going for the Three Strikes, and hits the third one with great power. He makes the cover but Bre just manages to kick out before three, annoying DD. He grudgingly climbs to his feet, but Bre manages to fight back and does so, taking DD down with a Side Suplex. He picks DD up and throws him at the ropes, but DD replies, throwing himself at Bre and sensationally knocking him down with a headbutt, despite doing much damage to himself. The referee begins to make the count but DD is up before the count of three, and slumps himself over the body of Bre: 1……...2………kickout by Bre.
DD is again frustrated at not being able to get the three-count and more importantly to him, reclaim his title. He lifts Bre up, and throws him at the ropes but Bre brilliantly springboards off the ropes, taking DD down with a verified Asai Moonsault. Bre has the chance to cover DD, but decides against it, instead using the ropes as assistance to climb to his feet. Suddenly the lights flicker on and off again and again there’s a few cheers and screams from the crowd. Bre this time turns to the technicians, but they simply hold their hands up, claiming they can do nothing about it. This gives DD a sneaky shot at winning the match, and he rolls Bre up, keeping hold of the trousers and using the ropes for assistance: 1………2………and the ref notices DD’s cheating, and warns him to not do it. DD protests, pleading his innocence and the crowd jeer as they see this. DD gets angry to the point that he almost lays his hands on the ref, but instead turns around, and Bre manages to grab him, rolling him up into a Small Package: 1………2………kickout by Daredevil. DD jumps up to the floor, enraged by Bre but the Rochesterian runs at him, taking him down with a leaping leg clothesline, and follows it up with an elbow to the face. He lifts DD back to his feet and throws the Welshman at the ropes, and takes him down with a dropkick. The match appears over as Bre covers to near-knocked out DD, but Daredevil again manages to kick out before the count of three.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:50:09 GMT -5
Bre gets up to his feet, and picks DD up, he grabs DD around the belly, signalling for the belly-to-belly suplex, but as he lifts DD over his head DD manages to swiftly grab Bre around the neck and hit a modified Neckbreaker. The crowd are slightly surprised at the counter, but clearly aren’t pleased as DD jumps to his feet, smirking. He jumps at the ropes, bouncing off and lands two knees to the chest of Bre. He stands up, walking around the ring and pointing to certain areas of the crowd, when the lights suddenly flicker off and on again. Dan just lets out a look of disgust, obviously not bothered about it anymore as he lifts Bre to his feet. He throws Bre at the ropes, but Bre manages to hit back with a hard chop to the chest. A trademark ‘WOOOOO!’ comes from the crowd as Bre hits another one, and follows that up with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He then points to the turnbuckle, and the crowd again cheers as Bre picks DD up and whips him into the padding. Bre then climbs the turnbuckle, going for the Doubled Over but Dan manages to escape out of the turnbuckle. Bre jumps down, angry about the cancellation of his move but DD suddenly hits the Stunt Bomb from nowhere and the crowd pop, merely out of surprise. Dan struggles as he rolls Bre off his legs, but manages to stand up and roll Bre over, falling on top of him and making the cover. The referee runs around and makes the cover:
1……….. ………… 2……… ……… Kickout by Bre!
The fans go nuts as Bre manages to kick out of the cover, and Dan just looks quite shocked as he climbs to his feet, and confronts the referee once more. Bre has had enough of it, and clobbers Dan in the back of the head. Unfortunately, Dan manages to sidestep out of the way and Bre takes down the referee, who flies into the turnbuckle, knocking himself out. Bre holds his head, looking at what he’s done but Dan just grins as he slides out of the ring, and grabs the Light-Heavyweight title. He slips back into the ring and waits on the other side of the ring, and as Bre turns around he receives a huge chunk of gold square in between the eyes. He’s down immediately, and Dan covers him, and there’s clearly a one-two-three. But there is no referee, and within seconds there is no light…
However this time the light stays off, and this enrages DD and it sounds as though he jumps off Bre in disgust, shouting at the technicians, who are clueless at what has happened. But suddenly the lights flicker on and Dan is surrounded by five huge men, the exact men seen in London back in the ACW Tour. Many fans know what is about to happen, but Dan is caged off by the men as they close in. He tries to escape but two of them grab him by the neck and throw him back, and one of them hits him in between the eyes. Dan goes down like a sack of potatoes, but the five men just laugh as they begin kicking Dan everywhere apart from the family jewels. But soon enough, anti-riot police are on the scene, and they outnumber the assumed football hooligans three-to-one. The police are lead by Gingerdude (who has put his escape plans on hold to deal with the further outburst of insanity); he stands on top of the ramp shouting orders, and they all enter the ring, but still they find it hard taking down the men, and the hooligans appear to have the upper hand until reinforcements arrive, and a further 15 policemen manage to take the hooligans out of the ring and assumingly out of the arena. But as they exit, one of the men shouts ‘Headhunters for life’, and Daredevil just rests in his sitting position, baffled, scared, nervous at what has just occurred. He slowly tries to get back to his feet, but falls and as this happens blood rushes out of his head.
At this point both Bre and the referee slowly make it to their feet, and both, clueless at what has just occurred, continue regardless. Bre grabs DD and locks him in the Half Crab, and Daredevil screams in pain. He tries to get to the ropes, but Bre resists. Dan makes an effort, inching closer and closer to the ropes, but Bre tries to hold on, however he sees that he’s slowly failing. Dan is within touching distance of the ropes but he makes one final effort to grab them…
…and misses. Dan looks as though he’s given up hope in the match, and Bre pulls him to the centre of the ring. This is the final straw and Dan firmly slaps his hand on the mat several times, and the fans cheer as Bre lets go of the hold, confirming his status as Light-Heavyweight champion.
Philip: Here is your winner, and STILL Light-Heavyweight Champion, Bre Double T!
’Enter Sandman’ hits the PA system again, and Bre grabs hold of his belt, climbing the turnbuckle and holding his belt high in the air, which gains a huge pop from that corner of the arena. He then smirks as he slides out of the ring, leaving Dan to be treated by the referee as we fade out…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:51:18 GMT -5
Segment: The Grand Finale... (Credit: BK)
As we enter Ginger is making his way quickly to his car in the parking lot, forgetting about all of his work and even without looking for a change of clothes. He enters the parking lot and forgets that he doesn't have his keys on him. Ginger then spots a fan goer leaving his car and he makes a b-line to possibly steal his car but then a bright set of headlights are shown appearing behind him and then a car speeds forward toward the Chairman. Luckily the Chairman dives out of the way in time and barely misses his life coming to a crashing end. The car swerves around and then BK comes out of the drivers seat and run towards Ginger. Ginger attempts to escape but BK catches him again, proving to be to slow to dodge the champ. Ginger rakes BK in the eyes and then smashes his car on the hood. Ginger climbs onto the hood and brings BK onto the hood with him.
Ginger lifts up BK for the piledriver but BK begins to counter it and manages to back body drop Ginger onto the top of the car. Ginger lands his already scathed back on the windshield of the car, the windshield breaks on contact. Ginger slowly slides off the car and BK picks him up and tosses him into the trunk of his car. BK slams it down and head back toward the drivers seat. He puts the car in gear and begins to quickly make his way towards what appears to be the ring.
BK speeds his car through the hallways, nearly running over crew workers in the process but he doesn't care. BK finally reaches toward the stage area and the sold out Tokyo crowd are on their feet when the car storms onto the stage. BK hops out of the car and quickly opens the back of the hood only to get a face full of dirt. BK is blinded as Ginger dives out of the car and takes the International Champion down.
He picks up BK and sends him crashing onto the steel grating of the stage with the Ginger Snap (Last Rites). BK is out llike a light and this would be the best time for Ginger to capitalize with a cover but he has other plans. Ginger walks down the ramp and picks up a ladder from the side of the ramp, used in the TLC match on Fallout earlier in the night. Ginger heads back to the stage and he sets the ladder up on top of the stage. He kicks BK off the stage and then hops off the stage himself. Ginger continues the assault with a few punches to the face and then he sets up BK onto the table below. Just then BK begins to fight back with punches of his own, the two begin brawling by the tables. Ginger attempts to clothesline BK but BK ducks and hits a Shades of Michaels, which sends Ginger lying onto the table.
BK hops up back onto the stage and he begins to climb the ladder set up onto the stage. BK finally reaches the top and he looks 20 feet down at Ginger laying on the table. BK is looking from the same view that he used in his promo shown earlier in the day as if it was prophecized. BK stands on top of the now wobbly ladder and he feels he is on top of the world, and the adrenaline kicks him making him forget all about his pec injury, before he lands the From Brooklyn to London (Cannon Ball SSP) from 30 feet up down onto Ginger. Once again a "Holy Shit" chant is dubbed for the Japanese crowd.
The camera manages to get a shot at the two broken bodies down below on the table, but BK has landed on top of Ginger who is lying on a broken pair of tables. A ref runs out onto the stage and hops down before counting the inevitable one, two, three.
Philip: And the winner of this match, B-K London!
"Diamonds" by Kanye West blare through the speakers and the referee raises the hand of BK but it just falls back onto the ground as the two lay inert in the debris they created. Medics and EMTs begin to pour out two check on the two superstars. They bring out stretchers to attend to both men. As they put BK onto the stretcher and roll him towards the back he is met by a group of ACW superstars clapping and approving his match against Ginger.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:52:44 GMT -5
Segment: The final chapter (Credit: DD, WCW 98)
Winter Discontent is slowly coming to an end, however there is one final match as Hunter and the Macho Man RDK get ready to fight for the World Heavyweight championship in tonight’s main event. A camera shows Hunter in his locker room, looking at himself in the mirror. This is basically his best chance at winning the World title, and he knows it as he looks down on the sideboard he’s resting his hands on. The camera quickly cuts to the Macho Man RDK, and there is a huge pop as it shows the World Heavyweight champion leaving his locker room, and walking down the hallway with the title belt in his hand.
Fade to black.
??: What the-Quick, get a camera to the backdoor Security hall…NOW!
A camera is heard making random clicking sounds, before a picture comes up. The picture is shocking, showing six security guards badly beaten up, all unconscious. The cameraman rolls one of them onto his back.
Cameraman: Oh…god no…
The camera shows a security guard with a face full of crimson. Two thick cuts can be seen; both estimated around 2 inches long on either side of his mouth corners. The cameraman looks at the other security guards, and another one of them has also fallen victim to the heinous assault.
Cameraman: Quick…somebody! We need paramedics, EMTs, as soon as possible dudes!
The cameraman rushes around the area, checking too see if the other security guards are ok when the paramedics arrive. They see to the two unfortunate security guards who got assaulted the worst, but as we expect to fade out to the World Title match, the cameraman notices a little card on the floor. He picks it up, and reads it out loud:
Cameraman: “You have just met the Chelsea Headhunters.”
As we fade out, a thought comes into his mind and he immediately rushes out towards the locker room area…
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:53:45 GMT -5
Match 10: ACW World Title Match – Last Man Standing Hunter vs. Macho Man RDK
There is a strange feeling of calm in the arena as the show returns with a shot of the ring being checked; the crowd has already exerted a great amount of energy laughing, cheering and even screaming, but they somehow all know that now is when they will truly be tested. It’s a contest that’s been in the making since the tour began, and is a most fitting way for it to conclude…
Philip gets a final pop in his own right as he enters the ring, flourishes his mic, and begins to speak.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have finally reached tonight’s main event… it is a Last Man Standing Match, for the ACW World Championship!
The crowd pops again.
Philip: The match will only end when one or both parties are unable to answer a count of 10, and there is no disqualification. Therefore, introducing first, the challenger – from Rochester, New York, he is the leader of the Senatorial Stable… Andrew HUNTER!!
”Painkiller” blasts into the arena, and the crowd leaps to its feet, straining to get as good a view as possible as Hunter enters. His trenchcoat flows out behind him as he walks to the ring; he slides in, and then gets up on the turnbuckles, absorbing the atmosphere and looking at the enormous crowd.
Hunter carefully passes his extra items to the outside, and then waits in the centre of the ring. There is a pause to let everyone’s anticipation peak… and then “Macho Man” hits, and the fans go nuts as RDK steps out into the Super Trouper’s blaze.
Philip: And his opponent, from Yellowknife, Canada… he is one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, and Defending ACW World Champion…. The Macho Man, R-D-K!!
RDK holds up both his title belts to the fans, who are going overboard with enthusiasm; he smiles, and gives the camera a confident glance before walking down to the ring. Public demand leads RDK to circle the turnbuckles, and it’s a good couple of minutes before everything truly starts to calm down. The referee accepts RDK’s belts from him, holds up the World Title, and then passes the gold to the outside; both RDK and Hunter watch it leave before turning their attention back to each other. The ref consults the timekeeper, agrees that all is as it should be, and gives the all clear for the match at last to begin.
Bell Rings.
The crowd is hyped up to an extraordinary degree, but they still reduce their output and settle as RDK and Hunter start to slowly walk around the ring, gazing upon one another; they can tell that this match isn’t going to be some 5 minute wonder. The two men in the ring certainly aren’t in any hurry, and their progress toward one another is measured and calm. The peace can’t last forever – and it breaks with an almost audible snap as Hunter makes a sudden move forward, and then it’s all happening at once; punches are thrown, shaking up both individuals, for a good few seconds until RDK ducks under and gets behind Hunter. He boots him in the small of the back with such force that Hunter’s eyebrows shoot upwards and almost detach from his face, and Hunter turns around to see a look of sheer determination etched on to RDK’s own visage. There and then, Hunter is struck with the enormity of the task that he’s created for himself… but this just makes him smile, and he responds by ducking a second kick and then sweeping with an outstretched leg to take RDK off of his feet and drop him down to the mat with a thud.
Max McNally: We’re no more than 2 minutes into this contest, and already it’s looking like a classic. What do you think, Eddie?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Absolutely, Max. If our fans thought they’d seen the best that ACW has to offer before now, they’re in for a surprise and a half!
Oblivious to the expectations that ACW’s commentary team is heaping upon them, Hunter and RDK continue to try and measure one another’s strength as they formulate their strategies. Hunter now has RDK in a grounded headlock, but RDK doesn’t want to stay down; he slowly forces his way back on to his feet, and then kicks Hunter hard in the gut once, twice, three, four – Hunter finally lets go, and immediately gets whipped to the ropes. He hits them and bounces back, ducking under RDK’s clothesline; he skids to a stop, and as RDK turns Hunter grasps his arm and reverses the whip, this time sending RDK on a journey. The Macho Man strikes the ropes and rebounds; he lowers his shoulder and rushes forward for a barging tackle, but Hunter drops to his knee, catches RDK and stands up in one flowing movement, turning RDK’s momentum into a back body drop.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Smooth counter from Hunter there! But it’ll take more than that if the self proclaimed Master of the Counter is going to really earn that title….
RDK rolls aside as Hunter goes for a swift elbow drop; both men jump back on to their feet, and Hunter keeps the pressure building with a belly to belly suplex. RDK again rolls over, and pops up next to the ropes; as Hunter advances toward him RDK uses them to launch himself into a running lariat that knocks Hunter down with a thump and draws a cheer from RDK’s fanbase. There’s only time for RDK to get a couple of stomps in before Hunter’s back on his feet, but RDK knows that this match won’t be won with just one move, however spectacular; only sustained and cumulative effort is going to carry the day, and RDK is a master at wearing his opponents down without them even realizing it until it’s too late. Hunter, of course, is wise enough to recognize that RDK’s strategy is sound, and so he flips back on to his feet as fast as he can; the pair lock p and grapple for several seconds until Hunter breaks off and switches to a Russian leg sweep to bring the fight back down to mat level. RDK takes a hit to the head on landing that dazes him for a second; without immediately realizing the danger he ends up on his hands and knees, whereupon Hunter applies his Bear Trap (camel clutch).
Max McNally: Ah, now THIS is smart. Wear down your opponent whilst conserving your own energy, it’s the only way to approach this kind of contest.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Normally I’d agree with you Max, but this is RDK we’re talking about- and speak of Old Nick, look at this!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:54:39 GMT -5
Not only has RDK broken out of the bear trap, but he’s turned the situation around so that now he’s battering Hunter with mounted punches. Hunter’s eyeballs practically rattle in his skull until he’s able to kick RDK off; both men are starting to breathe just a little harder, but otherwise it’s as if the match has barely started. More blows are exchanged, and RDK gets the best of this salvo with a kick to the gut, which makes Hunter lean forward a little; RDK lifts Hunter, and sets up his Canadian Backbreaker Rack. Hunter has to endure this for a good 15 seconds while he gathers his energies; he prepares to bust out, but before he can do so RDK “assists” him by turning the hold into a straight backbreaker which is delivered with enormous force. Hunter screws up his eyes and rides out the pain of impact; RDK gets up, and with a pin for three useless in this match, he takes a breather, again careful to conserve as much strength as he can.
Max McNally: RDK seems more restrained that we usually see him…
“Fast” Eddie Edison: That’s because he knows Hunter’s barely even begun to fight this match. He’s not going to take risks until he’s made a lot more progress in weakening his opponent, and that’s going to make Hunter’s work even harder.
Hunter gets back up, looking slightly surprised that RDK hasn’t attempted to capitalize on his momentary incapacitation. He conveys this in a glance across at RDK; RDK looks back, and raises an eyebrow to the camera and the audience that makes everyone sit up and take notice. Hunter gets no more than a split second to prepare himself before RDK literally explodes into life; he smashes huge overhand punches into Hunter, driving him back toward the corner and trapping him there. Hunter attempts to barge his way clear, but RDK is like a breezeblock wall and Hunter only hurts himself in the attempt; changing tack, Hunter cracks RDK a blow to the side of the head with an elbow, and then delivers a swift DDT. With RDK on the mat in the corner, Hunter signals for something big and gets up on the corner post; he signals for the Equinox and jumps off, but as he does so RDK kips up and kicks straight up into a superkick. He connects with Hunter directly, making the crowd scream with both delight and shock, and the referee starts the first count of the night as RDK stands and watches calmly.
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Hunter rolls over, and uses one of the ropes to pull himself up; he rubs his chest where the kick connected, and RDK raises his arms to the crowd, making all the machomaniacs cheer. Hunter puts a hand on his hip – and then copies the gesture; to the surprise of some he gets almost as big a pop, and even RDK smiles as Hunter imitates RDK’s posture and demeanor.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Hehe… they do say, if you want to be a champion, act like one…
Max McNally: Looks like things are still friendly between these two. But can it last when things get serious in that ring?
The match quickly gets back down to business as RDK and Hunter go head to head with one another once more; RDK whips Hunter away from him and readies for a spinebuster, but Hunter counters it by using the ricochet from the ropes to launch himself into one of his killer spears. Keen to build on this foundation, Hunter gets up quickly and lifts RDK up for a scoop slam; the fans yell for more, and Hunter delivers it with a hanging vertical suplex, letting the crowd’s fever peak before completing the move. The ref starts a count; Hunter is back up by two, but RDK isn’t that far behind, and is standing again at four. RDK’s fans start to chant his name, and RDK is more than prepared to respond to them; as Hunter rushes forward, going for a running lariat, RDK sidesteps and catches hold of Hunter around the waist. He spins around 360 degrees before taking Hunter over backward into a german suplex; the crowd cheers loudly, and RDK isn’t done – he holds on, and manages to deliver a second german suplex to set up a chain. By now Hunter is both a bit dizzy and aching a lot; he does his best to stop RDK from delivering a third suplex, but RDK’s will triumphs this time around, and there is a huge pop as RDK completes the sequence and jumps back on his feet, showing exactly why he’s the champion. Hunter is clearly starting to feel the effects of the contest, but he won’t let RDK think he’s building an advantage; he gets into a kneeling position, and from there stands up before the count is much past 3.
Max McNally: A fierce exchange there, folks! A good competitor would struggle to get up from what these two men have just put one another through, and they look as if it barely even bothered them!
It’s becoming increasingly clear to the competitors and the audience that the match isn’t going to be resolved any time this century unless full use is made of the prevailing stipulations. As RDK takes another run at Hunter, Hunter deflects him with a sit-out arm drag. RDK lands hard, but also close to the ropes, and he rolls to the outside to look for something with which he can tip the balance of power. This thought isn’t lost on Hunter, either; he gets up, and seeing RDK heading for the timekeeper’s corner, he rushes forward and performs a suicide dive to the outside, bringing RDK down and almost driving the pair of them into the announce desk.
Max McNally: Hey! Watch it, you guys!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh, lose the yellow from your spine, Max! This is great!
Hunter pulls RDK up and starts bashing his head against the table so that the thumps are picked up by the announcer’s audio equipment for a truly “interactive” feel. RDK elbows his way free after about 5 seconds of this, and retaliates with a headbutt; Hunter staggers back a couple of steps, and RDK grabs him and tries for the Jabroni Buster. Hunter however wraps his legs around RDK’s waist to prevent him from completing the move, and then performs another novel counter by swinging himself around behind RDK, getting his feet back to the floor and then performing a german suplex of his own. RDK lands heavily, and this gives Hunter a few seconds both to catch his breath and go in search of some additional ordinance. He looks under the ring, and pulls out a steel chair which is the first thing to hand; he has no more time to search as RDK is already back on his feet and running at him at full tilt.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Whoa! This is gonn-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:55:29 GMT -5
CRASH. Throwing caution to the wind for perhaps the first time in the match, RDK doesn’t slow down; he collides with Hunter and drives the pair of them to the floor. Hunter grunts, and as both men get up it’s clear that the exchange has hurt both of them; but it’s also kicked off an adrenalin surge, and Hunter tries to whack seven shades out of RDK with the chair as RDK ducks and weaves to avoid it, hoping to tire Hunter a little more with each missed shot. It works like a charm – until Hunter manages to deliver a shot to RDK’s side, and from there Hunter has control; he bashes RDK repeatedly over the back until he drops to his knees, and then the crowd screams as Hunter goes directly for the head…
Max McNally: Oh my god! This is going to be over right here!
The sound of metal meeting bone is stomach turning, and RDK collapses forward; the crowd desperately tries to see if the Macho Man is ok. Hunter himself remains collected, but certainly not jubilant; he drops the chair on the floor, and as RDK starts to stir, he hears the referee’s count begin. Past experience leads Hunter to the conclusion that RDK still might be able to beat the count, and so he moves forward; he lifts RDK on to his shoulders and signals for the-
No! RDK rolls off and lands behind Hunter, spins him around, and sends the arena berserk by performing the RockBottom on to the steel chair.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: DAAAAAAAAANNNGEROOOUUSS!
Max McNally: IT WAS A BLUFF, EDDIE!
Hunter’s vision swims for a second or two as he lands; he realizes that RDK must have protected his head from the chair shot, and that he’s been tricked. The crowd is getting louder, now, and as Hunter sits up, he sees why; RDK is raising the stakes even higher, and pulling out a table from under the ring.
RDK gets the table leant up against the ropes, but then Hunter interrupts him with a clothesline that sends him down to the mat. RDK rolls sideways instinctively and avoids Hunter’s leg drop from the apron; Hunter gets up fast, but not fast enough to avoid RDK’s uppercut. RDK’s fans roar, and RDK moves in on Hunter again; but Hunter isn’t going to just take this on the chin, and he strikes back with a snapmare. This doesn’t keep RDK down for long, but it’s not intended to; RDK hops up perhaps a little too quickly, because Hunter is waiting to execute his Dynamite. This draws a big pop from all the fans, and buys Hunter a little thinking time; the table is calling him, and with a flicker of a grin Hunter slides it into the ring and sets it up. RDK pulls himself up using the apron and walks around a little before he re-enters the ring too; Hunter is prepared, and takes a fighting stance as RDK moves forward, increasing his pace. The crowd is yelling loudly, for they can see what Hunter cannot; as the pair meet, RDK swings forward the World Title belt that he surreptitiously collected a few moments before and clocks Hunter in the head with it. Hunter staggers, and RDK drops the belt on one side of the ring before grabbing Hunter; the crowd is going nuts, and with a mighty effort RDK executes his Jabroni Buster successfully this time straight through the waiting table. The requisite “Holy Shit!” chant kicks off, and RDK paces as the referee starts to count…
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Hunter still looks groggy, but his brain tells him to get moving, and RDK looks genuinely taken aback as Hunter starts to rise.
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And Hunter is back up. His supporters are thrilled, and for the first time a clear chant in his honor is heard; Hunter brushes a few splinters from his arms, and re-takes his fighting stance. Only a very slight trembling in his muscles indicates the fatigue which is just starting to creep into both men, and which they will do all they can to conceal from one another.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:57:08 GMT -5
The referee pushes the wrecked table out of the ring as RDK and Hunter meet in the centre and swap a few punches until Hunter gets a chance to hit a backdrop suplex. As RDK lands, Hunter pushes him over on to his front, and then applies his Land Lock, turning RDK back over into a modified Boston Crab. However, tiredness is starting to have a slight effect; he’s quite close to the ropes, and RDK only has to make one concerted effort to reach them and force the break. As soon as he’s free, RDK leaps up and uses a swinging neckbreaker to even the score; he starts to slap his chest, and the fans can see that he’s about to Macho Up. They cheer wildly, but Hunter can see what’s coming too, and he acts quickly to halt the process by clubbing RDK with a running forearm, and then using his Thunderstorm combination (knee-side headlock–180 turn to DDT). The crowd cries out, expecting RDK to be floored; but RDK starts to move before the ref has even started a 10 count. Realising that he’s not even close to victory yet, Hunter advances (carefully, this time) and lifts RDK up; he nails the Phoenix exploder without pause, and send the crowd into overdrive. He walks around the ring, hyping both the fans and himself, as the ref begins to count…
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The exploder would have gained a pin – but it’s not enough to stop RDK completely. His fans are ecstatic as he stirs, and then rises with just a hint of instability as he does so.
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No sooner is RDK up, than he’s across the ring and delivering a severe pummeling to Hunter; RDK has taken the worst of it for the past few minutes, but now the match swings back in his direction as Hunter’s efforts catch up with him. RDK works on Hunter’s ribs with underhook punches, forcing him back to the ropes; Hunter does his best to battle back, and delivers a nice right hook of his own, but RDK stays cool and whips Hunter across the ropes, using a Samoan Drop on his return to send him to the outside. Hunter thuds on to the mats as RDK steps through the ropes; the fans whoop as RDK performs a moonsault off of the apron, crushing Hunter with considerable force. The chants of “RDK, RDK!” are clearly heard once again, and RDK’s spirits rise; as he gets up he spots something in the timekeeper’s corner, and gets his characteristic macho grin on his face.
Max McNally: Uh oh, what has RDK got in mind here?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I have no- oh wait, what’s that? I don’t believe it…
The fans at the front see what’s going on first, and start to laugh; then the camera picks it up, and everyone gets the joke. RDK has found Hunter’s trenchcoat and sunglasses; he puts them on and walks up and down until Hunter recovers enough to spot him. RDK walks over, and as Hunter lifts an arm to defend himself, RDK copies his movement. Hunter lifts the other arm, and again RDK copies, drawing hoots of amusement from the crowd. They continue laughing as Hunter tries increasingly complex movements to try and catch RDK out, and eventually he succeeds; Hunter folds his arms and smirks with satisfaction, but RDK just shrugs and then promptly hits Hunter with his very own Dynamite move, to a huge pop from the fans.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Hunter just got SERVED!
Max McNally: Well, you know, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, Eddie.
RDK removes Hunter’s accessories and gives Hunter a couple of stomps; Hunter isn’t really angry, but he knows that he’s got to turn this match back around, and he and RDK fight their way around the ring followed by the camera. As they near the safety barriers, RDK makes a sudden dash forward, and knocks Hunter backward into the crowd, who scatter in surprise and make room for the raging battle. Hunter hits the elbow driver, and RDK is exceedingly lucky not to land on any of the chairs; he hauls himself back on to his feet, and the pair battle out into the aisle where there is a little more space. The fans are thrilled as the match is brought directly to them; the noise is deafening as RDK executes a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. This gets such a good response that he goes for a repeat – but this time Hunter counters it into a headscissors takedown, a rare move for someone of his build. The referee, who has followed the pair, begins to count, but both are on their feet before three; RDK swings out a mighty punch, but Hunter catches it, makes a “shining” gesture with his other hand, and then hits home with the Red Apple Driver. The fans roar, and Hunter slowly stands as the referee starts to count again…
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RDK drags himself back on to his feet, and sees that Hunter is already starting to head back to the ring. His steps are becoming unsteady now, but RDK is in no better condition as he follows; both men know that they need to find a way to get that 10 count, and they need to find it fast…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:57:52 GMT -5
RDK finds some speed from deep within, and catches up to Hunter just as he’s stepping up on to the apron. He superplexes him off of it, drawing cries of alarm from the crowd; it takes a couple of seconds for both men to start moving, and get back on their feet. Hunter is marginally ahead of RDK, and lifts him as if for a scoop slam – but this time he performs the Land Mine Dolphin, laying RDK out on the ground and causing the fans to start yelling “A-P-M!”. Hunter has just that idea in mind, but then he spots something that can make an already powerful move devastating; he nips over and retrieves the steel chair from earlier, and tucks it under RDK’s head before delivering the move. The crowd shouts out, partially muffling the crack as the move is delivered; the referee begins to count as Hunter steps back, and puts out a hand to the corner post to steady himself.
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The camera shows RDK moving, and it shows something else, too; he’s been opened up, and a moderate amount of blood is visible on his head. Hunter doesn’t wait for RDK to get up by himself; he hauls him up, and then continues his comprehensive demonstration of his moveset by using the Rage (F5 to Rock Bottom.) The impact is huge, but this time RDK is back up more quickly; in some way, Hunter’s use of a variant on a move so closely associated with the Macho Man himself has re-ignited RDK’s spirit, and now he shows what he’s truly made of. The audience goes nuts as RDK machos up, and now nothing’s going to stop him from hitting the zone; Hunter tries for the Déjà vu (running knee to head), but RDK drops to one knee to duck it and then charges, crashing into Hunter and driving him straight into the metal ring post, making the crowd scream.
Max McNally: JESUS! That move could have shattered Hunter’s entire ribcage!
Hunter stumbles, clutching his chest and clearly now in a lot of pain; the referee asks him if he can go on, and Hunter simply gives him a withering look. He looks for RDK, but the Macho Man is nowhere to be seen; this immediately puts Hunter on high alert, and he listens for any reaction from the crowd that will tip him off as to where his foe is. The reaction does indeed come, but the warning is too late; RDK bursts around the corner of the ring having circled it, and almost takes Hunter’s head off with the steel baseball bat that he’s pulled from its concealed hiding place under the ring. No one’s ever seen RDK quite so worked up before; he batters Hunter in the back and ribs in an almost psychotic manner, so intent is he on doing whatever it takes to retain his belt. Hunter collapses and rolls into a ball, but still the assault continues; Hunter manages to protect his head, but almost every other part of him takes a beating, to the point where even the most ardent machomaniacs are starting to become very uneasy. It’s perhaps this that finally snaps RDK out of his altered state; he slows down and finally stops, with one side of his face painted crimson, and looks at his handiwork, surprised by his own ferocity. The bat falls out of his hand and rolls back under the ring as the referee starts to count once more.
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Hunter stirs, pulls himself up on to an elbow, and then slips back.
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Willpower kicks in, and Hunter forces himself to rise and stand unaided.
Max McNally: This is incredible… how is Hunter even able to get up after that attack?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: These two men are taking themselves into uncharted territory, Max. And I think we’re all going there with them whether we like it or not…
The referee watches from a few feet away as RDK and Hunter stare at one another. Time once again seems to be behaving strangely; no one watching has any idea whether the match has been going 10 minutes, 10 hours, or 10 years. The timekeeper’s clock says 43 minutes, but pure statistics have ceased to have any meaning….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:58:44 GMT -5
Both men are now truly exhausted, bruised and beaten; RDK is still bleeding, while Hunter has no idea if all his bones are still intact. Again, this doesn’t seem entirely relevant. Hunter’s gaze flicks briefly to the World Title belt; it’s lying on the edge of the ring, where RDK dropped it a while back. Seeing this, RDK makes a simple but powerful gesture; he takes a step forward, and places a hand lightly upon the cool metal, a hand that moments ago was touching the wound on his scalp. His fingers leave the ultimate mark of ownership and authority upon the belt. When he at last speaks, it’s with an uncharacteristically soft voice.
RDK: If you want it, Brudah…. Come and claim it.
The crowd roars again; they need, they demand, resolution. And Hunter intends to give it to them; he surges forward, and then the two men are literally fighting over the belt, grasping it and trying to wrest it from one another. For a moment it seems that cowhide and brass will be rendered asunder before either man’s will falters, but then RDK’s grip slips, and Hunter finds the belt wholly within his grasp. He smashes RDK over the head with the belt; the waves of sound from the fans crash around him, almost threatening to push him over with their force alone.
Max McNally: Holy Benoit’s tights, Eddie! RDK’s brain is going to be mush if he takes any more punishment! Stay down, man, no one wants to see you carried out of here…
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I don’t think RDK can ever do that, Max. Hunter’s going to have to knock him out utterly to triumph.
Indeed, as the count reaches six, RDK drags himself back to his feet; Hunter is already back in the ring, and RDK rolls in to follow him. Hunter can see that RDK is in a bad way, and he can only hope that he’s not giving away the aches that are becoming ever more insistent in every inch of his body. Hunter lines his foe up carefully, and then goes for the Floyd Kick; he succeeds in knocking RDK to his knees, but as he returns, RDK ducks so that Hunter’s foot misses his head by millimeters, and at that precise second RDK rises and lifts Hunter up on to his shoulders. He pauses and then spins Hunter around into position to complete his primary and most potent finisher.
Max McNally: MACHO SLA-YUM!!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: DAAAAAANNNNGEROOOUUS!
RDK leans forwards, his hands on his knees, and watches as the count commences.
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The crowd reacts abruptly and loudly as two figures burst out of their ranks and rush the ring. Hunter is too dazed to notice the Capitalists; but RDK certainly sees and feels them as they try to tip the balance in favor of their leader. RDK is visibly incensed and hits Fitzharris with the Jabroni Buster; Kalb gets in a few more punches, but then falls prey to the Rockbottom. RDK’s power is just too much for the intruders, and they flee before RDK gets even more angry; the referee of course keeps up his count since such actions are not illegal under the terms of the match.
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Hunter slowly gets back on his feet, with a hand to his back. He’s barely stood up, however when RDK dashes at him and clotheslines him down; Hunter rolls over on to his feet and up again, only to see RDK returning for another go, set on finishing the match before anyone else decides to get involved. Hunter braces, and with a breath prepares himself; RDK comes into range, and with a focused effort Hunter deflects the blow by lifting RDK up. He quickly shifts him into position, and delivers the Magnum Driver to a huge and astonished pop from the crowd.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Awesome move! But can Hunter top it with something even better?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 17, 2005 15:59:56 GMT -5
Hunter barely pays any attention to whether the referee is counting or not; he deliberately positions himself in RDK’s line of sight, and moves close so that RDK’s first instinct is to grapple. Tired as they are, the pair struggle for a few seconds; RDK can see that Hunter’s pupils keep losing focus for a second or two, and he deftly slides around to apply a sleeper hold and attempt to finish Hunter off at last. Hunter fights a little, but starts to go limp; RDK relaxes his grip for just a second – and then Hunter acts, and grabs RDK by the neck before dropping into a sitting position so that RDK’s neck and head is jarred heavily against his shoulder.
Max McNally: Another counter! This is what Hunter promised us, Eddie!
It takes another 3 count for Hunter and RDK to rise, for this string of events is taking its toll on both of them; RDK is becoming more infuriated by the second, but Hunter remains ice cool (in mind if not in body; the sweat is pouring off of him.) RDK clenches his fists and closes on Hunter; huge punches are thrown, and RDK scores a hit; Hunter turns it into an armdrag, but RDK lands on his feet, turns and grabs Hunter around the neck. He signals for the Macho Slam – but Hunter again foils him, swiping away his arm and then executing the Mystery Olives (Suplex with added elbow drive). The crowd is going mental; RDK’s fans screech for some kind of retaliation, and RDK gives it to them with a springboard moonsault that sends both men to the mat; the referee counts to five before they are both back on their feet. RDK is the first up by a hair’s breadth, and he launches into a fresh assault with punches and kicks coming at incredible speed; Hunter staggers, but as RDK gets close and tries for a face first DDT, Hunter parries, and then whacks RDK hard across the face, connecting with his wounded head. The pain makes RDK lose concentration for a second or two – and that’s all Hunter needs to complete his counter into the Dragon Hammer. As he flips over the crowd yells in disbelief, and then flips out collectively in amazement and admiration.
Max McNally: Check, please! That’s got to be it, we have a new champion!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Don’t count your breath mints before they’re delivered, Max!
The ref counts, though he can barely be heard over the noise. Hunter struggles to his feet; he’s now running almost on nervous energy alone, but his eyes stay glued to his opponent, who is lying still before him.
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RDK rolls over, and stands up, his chest heaving; Hunter’s heart sinks a little further, and RDK just shakes his head; he’s still not done. The crowd, on seeing this, simply goes even more apeshit than before. RDK takes a couple of steps backward; Hunter takes the same number of steps forward, and then makes a dash forward and this time connects with the Déjà vu. He wastes no time in lifting RDK up, and signals for the “Paradise Now” (Reverse DVD); but RDK suddenly thrashes, forcing Hunter to drop him. RDK whips him to the ropes just a couple of feet away, and Hunter has no time to counter the Samoan Drop which lands him a perfect distance from the ropes…
Max McNally: Hold the Phones!! Is this….?
“Fast” Eddie: It can only be one thing, Max!
Eddie is correct; RDK is already climbing the turnbuckle. He pauses, checks his heading and windspeed, and then raises the crowd to almost illegal levels of excitement.
RDK: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAH, BRUDAHS!
The sound levels are deafening as RDK tenses for liftoff; his brain registers Hunter’s movement as he springs, but it’s too late for him to abort. As RDK gets airborne, Hunter is on his feet; he steps backward, and as RDK descends Hunter almost delicately intercepts… and then counters into an almighty-
“Fast” Eddie Edison: SHOOOOOOOOT – GUUUUUUUUUUN!!!
Max McNally: I’m not even going to say it! You can all see it with your own eyes!
The ref stands with the two men silent and still. He slowly begins to count.
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Hunter groggily feels for the ropes, and pulls himself up.
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RDK rolls into a kneeling position; he looks disorientated, but then the expression on his face resolves into determination…
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7- and he fights his way to a standing position.
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