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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:18:51 GMT -5
However, there is even more great action to follow elsewhere in the asylum; the shot returns to the north ring, where those seated on the north side have been enjoying a superb encounter between Hunter and Jonny Spade. A cracked, folded table shows where Jonny has tackled Hunter into it, and there are now also two other tables set up and standing on the north and east sides of the ring. With space limited, Jonny and Hunter have had little choice but to face one another directly, and the producer shows a couple of earlier spots – a flipping elbow drop from Hunter, a Jonormous Slam from Jonny that just missed a table – in a boxout at the bottom of the screen. In the here and now, of course, things are just as hectic; Jonny delivers an S-Drop #2 (Fireman Carry Toss to Backbreaker) and then administers an elbow drop to Hunter’s temple. As Hunter lies dazed, Jonny heaves him on to one of the tables and then gets to the closest corner; he climbs up on to the top of the post, but the plexiglass walls make it more difficult to balance. Hunter recovers, and gets on his feet on the table; with the crowd going nuts, Hunter takes a leap from the table and lands on the corner ropes in front of Jonny.
McNally: Uh-oh! This could be a hard landing for both men!
Unable to balance he grabs his foe and falls back into a superplex; Jonny goes flying… and lands on the other table. There is a crack, but somehow it holds, and Hunter curses his luck as Jonny slides off of it, ready to recommence the fight.
As amazing as this action is, the cameras are forced to cut again, and there is a sharp intake of breath from those who are only now able to see the situation in the East ring. TNT and BK are both down, and only slowly rising; they are battered and bruised, and another boxout shows a succession of spots – slams onto foreign objects, a Revolver from BK, an Air TNT from TNT – that have lead to the current state of play. It was always to be expected that the Hardcore ring would wear its occupants more quickly than the others, and so now the fans can see that both BK and TNT must find a way to win without delay. With the ring littered with weaponry, TNT raises his game and hits BK with a string of punches until he teeters in front of a folded steel chair. TNT signals, and goes for the RKO – but BK is ready, and counters it into a lungblower. The fans roar, and BK goes for the pin, 1…2..-
Edison: Kickout by TNT! He’s just as good as he ever was, Max!
McNally: I think BK was expecting this to be over by now, Eddie. And every second more this lasts, the greater the damage to BK’s chances of victory…
Both TNT and BK take several seconds to rise; the crowd is roaring, and the pair lock eyes for a second before rushing at one another again. With renewed energy, TNT hammers BK; he drives him against the ropes, and then slaps a hand over BK’s face, repeatedly smashing his head against the plexiglass. BK has to act, and he does so in typical BK style, with a kick to the groin; TNT staggers back, and BK snatches up a lighttube from the side of the ring. With a vicious smirk, he swings it and breaks it against TNT’s shoulders, perilously close to his neck. Glass and gas is sent everywhere, and as TNT coughs and splutters, BK grabs the steel chair and cracks it over his foe’s head. TNT staggers, but refuses to fall – until BK throws him the chair and then superkicks it, driving the metal against TNT’s face. TNT drops, and has nothing left to resist with as BK makes the pin for the 1,2,3.
Philip: We have our first elimination, TNT is eliminated via Pinfall! Open the connecting doors, please!
The referee opens the door, and a bloodied TNT is helped out of the ring. The fans applaud with fire for his performance, and TNT manages to give BK the finger and his customary smirk as he is led back into the building.
BK, meanwhile, looks to the left and right; he ponders, and then sets up the slightly battered chair and takes a seat.
Edison: What’s BK doing? The doors are open!
McNally: It looks like he’s happy where he is, Eddie. I guess it’s the smart thing to do, even if the fans don’t like it much.
Edison: Well I don’t like it much either. Get off your butt, London!
The fans are indeed showing their displeasure at BK’s decision; BK just laughs and flips them off before putting his hands behind his head, and starting to watch the remaining matches…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:19:29 GMT -5
We’re back with Hunter and Jonny, who to the fans’ relief are not interested in the slightest in going easy on one another. The cracked table has been broken by a mistake from Jonny as he tried a spot from the ropes, but it does not count as an elimination since Hunter was not directly responsible. Both men seem to have put the tables themselves to one side mentally and are now working on beating one another down; they exchange fierce punches until Hunter sneaks in a lucky blow and produces a nice Fisherman’s suplex. He continues to hit Jonny with mounting punches, but Jonny punches him back and then gets up, pulling Hunter over to the ropes. He uses them to quite legally choke Hunter, and Hunter has to fight hard to escape. It’s still impossible to tell which way this one is going to go-
-But it’s seemingly a different story in the West ring, where Holocaust is tossing Predator around like a gangly rag doll. The fans are in awe of Holocaust’s power… and yet somehow every time he pins, Predator finds the wherewithal to kick out. On the outside Seth is getting increasingly frustrated, and his shouting at Holocaust isn’t helping the situation; Holocaust’s anger makes him less accurate, and Predator is able to duck under a mighty punch and hit a low blow. It backfires spectacularly, however, as a livid Holocaust fights through the pain, grabs Predator, elevates him and throws him straight at one of the Plexiglass walls. Predator bounces off and lies still in the ring, but Holocaust is now feeling the pain in his crotch and is slow to pin. 1…2….- Predator’s arm is up, and Holocaust roars, drawing a line across his throat and indicating that he’s about to finish things.
There’s a yet more pressing issue, however, demanding the attentions of the fans; back in the South ring, Senator seems to have made his first critical mistake of the match, and AK has delivered a sliding tackle to his calf against the post that has slowed the Senator down. Eager to take advantage, AK sweeps the Senator again and tries to turn him over into a Boston Crab of her own; she’s well clear of the ropes, but the Senator has greater physical strength and AK struggles to get the move locked. The situation endures for about 20 seconds, and then resolves in the Senator’s favour; AK has to let go, and Senator smiles, shaking his head to indicate that such a move was never likely to work. AK’s nerves are increasing, but she’s not out of this one yet, and she has a surprise or two up her sleeve…
The shot is returned to Predator and Holocaust; Predator is putting everything he has left into trying to drive Holocaust on to the wire, but Holocaust refuses to move and instead lifts Predator up, running him on to the wire at height and then letting him slide down. The crowd screams, and Predator cries out; his back is torn and bloody, although none of the wounds are deep. The pain makes Predator furious, and he finds an extra seam of strength from somewhere as Holocaust gets too close; he kicks him against the wire, and keeps kicking him so that when Holocaust breaks away, he is almost as badly cut as his foe. Enraged, Holocaust grabs Predator and chokeslams him again; while all this has been going on, the crafty Seth runs to the timekeeping area and snatches Holocaust’s title belt. The four outer rings have no roof, and Seth throws the belt up high and over the wall to land in the ring; smirking, Holocaust drops it on to the mat, and with the blanket No DQ stipulation the referee can do nothing to intervene. As Predator struggles to rise, Holocaust grasp him, and signals for the Guillotine Legdrop; he drops Predator on to the title so that his head lies up on the metal, and then jumps to deliver the final blow. The crowd cries out… and by some miracle Predator rolls out of the way just in time. Holocaust lands on the mat, and Predator snatches up the title, smashing it into the side of Holocaust’s head. Holocaust is dazed, and Predator, running on pure adrenaline, drops the title belt and pulls Holocaust into position for the-
Edison: PREDIGREE!! DDAAANNNGEERROOUSS!
The move is executed straight on to the belt, and Predator pin; the referee counts, 1…..2…..3.
McNally: He did it! Son of a gun, how is that possible?
The crowd are equally amazed as Philip makes his announcement.
Philip: Holocaust has been eliminated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:20:22 GMT -5
The crowd is stunned, and also angry at Predator’s method of victory, even if it is totally legal in this match. Predator, however, is barely able to stand due to the beating he has taken from Holocaust, and as he gasps for breath, he is suddenly aware of a huge figure looming over him…
Holocaust isn’t exactly taking the defeat well.
Predator shuts his eyes, hoping he’ll be knocked out quickly and the officials with force Holocaust to stop before he breaks something, but then he hears a loud “CLICK” – and the connecting doors to the North and South rings are unlocked. Without even looking to see which way he’s heading, Predator bolts; he scrambles through the ropes and dashes into the connecting tunnel leading to the South ring. AK and Senator are trading blows and don’t see him approaching… but they sure as heck hear the bellow of rage as Holocaust catches up to Predator in the middle of the tunnel. Predator tries to defend himself, but Holocaust swats him aside, grabs Predator… and then-
*CRASH*
Edison: HOLY CHRIST!!
McNally: Oh my lord, he broke it! Holocaust busted that “unbreakable” Plexiglass with one throw!
The fans are going nuts as a reply of the event is shown in slow motion; Holocaust grabs Predator around the neck with one hand, the band of his tights in the other, and swings him around and straight through the connecting tunnel wall. Everything in the other rings stops for a few seconds as everyone else looks on amazed at the power of Holocaust; Predator lies with a glassy gaze as Holocaust steps out, gives Predator one last dismissive look, and then heads quite calmly toward the back with his smirking manager behind him.
Things are quickly back underway again in the North and South rings; Predator, meanwhile, is still technically in the match and slowly gets up, staggering around past the external door to the South ring. RAF, in typically gentle fashion bawls at Predator to get himself back into the match, and Predator stumbles away from the painfully loud head referee, grabs the door to the nearest ring and enters it.
The crowd pops, and Predator comes face to face with BK London. They stare at one another, and Predator smirks and makes a belt gesture. BK gives him a skeptical look, and gestures to him to come on; Predator pops his neck, readying for a mighty battle. The crowd is up for it and cheers as the two men move closer; they raise their hands, preparing to tie up… and then at the last second, BK gives Predator a single chop to the chest. Predator suddenly grimaces, rolls his eyes… and flops backward on to the mat.
McNally: Wait a second… what’s going on here?
BK’s smirk is huge as he drops and makes the cover; the confused referee counts 1,2,3. Realising what’s happened, the crowd boo furiously as Philip makes the announcement.
Philip: Er… Predator has been eliminated via Pinfall!
There follows a buttock-clenchingly patronizing moment as BK helps Predator up the the pair share a “manly” embrace; the fans, seeing it as another example of BK’s heel nature, continue to boo.
McNally: What a swizz… Predator just lay down for his “mentor”. Everyone else in this match is working their tails off, and London’s just going to sit around.
Edison: I bet London will now claim he has the “most feared chop” in ACW, as well.
McNally: If he does I’m sure the Senator will put him straight, Eddie- oh, LORD, don’t tell me he’s coming over here now!
The camera stationed close to the announcers turns, and shows a smug looking Predator walking over. He takes a seat at the table, much to the annoyance of the commentating team and the fans within a 20 meter radius. The booing is so loud that the mics have to be turned up to compensate.
McNally (sarcastically): You’re joining us for commentary? I DO feel honoured.
Predator: So you should, McNally. I figured this match needs some QUALITY announcing in honor of BK London’s victory.
Edison: Yeah, yeah… he hasn’t won it yet, and there are still another four people who could have something to say about that…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:21:19 GMT -5
Indeed, in the North and South rings things are heating up still further, as the remaining four “active” superstars try to gain the upper hand in their respective matches. In the south ring, things are finely balanced; the Senator is showing some signs of continuing pain to his legs, but his will to win is if anything increased, and he is determined to deal out some critical damage before the passage of time takes its toll. AK is trying to move the action closer to the ropes, and the Senator obliges; as AK continues to try and attack his lower limbs, without warning the Senator lights up the battle with a string of blistering chops, and while AK is reeling from that he puts the ropes to the best possible use…
McNally: Oh my heavens! An AVALANCHE Filibuster!
Predator: …..Okay, it’s not bad, I guess.
Edison: Not bad? It’s stupendous! If this were a pin match it’d be over!
As is so often the case, Edison is probably right, as AK is looking extremely groggy; the fans are still cheering like crazy for the move as the Senator carefully prepares the way for his Victory Lock II. The shoot-style move produces an immediate reaction, as AK’s eyes snap open; the fans all lean forward in their seats as her hand wavers, and the Senator increases the pressure. Using all her willpower to hold out, AK fights and turns the move over; the Senator immediately starts to sit back to re-reverse the pressure but AK is literally “on a roll” and uses momentum to keep turning the hold over until she crosses the ring and can get the break. The referee instructs them to separate, and the Senator gets a look of concern on his face for the first time in the match. He doesn’t dwell on it, of course, and hurries back to his feet – but AK makes her natural speed count and delivers a Russian legsweep, setting things up perfectly for-
Edison: Wait! This is a blast from the past!
McNally: I’ll say, but it couldn’t have come at a better time! AK’s using her crossleg stretch muffler, the Perception Shift!
All the time AK has spent working on the Senator’s lower limbs suddenly makes sense; already in some pain, the look on the Senator’s face as AK applies the hold shows that he’s really enduring a great deal. He holds his palm flat, but the urge to give in is there and must be fought; AK does all she can to increase the effect, and the move is held for about 40 seconds, but with a mighty effort the Senator breaks out, and both competitors lie on the mat, momentarily drained…
It’s equally exciting in the northern ring; Hunter and Jonny are starting to tire now, but they have too much respect for themselves and for one another to give ground. Jonny is getting the best of things, pushing Hunter back around a ring that is becoming increasingly crowded with debris; he attempts the S-Drop #1 (Canadian Backbreaker variation) and then tries to get Hunter on to a table, but Hunter fights back and makes the crowd pop by producing the Rage. He tries to put Jonny through the one remaining standing table, but Jonny shifts his weight and just barely misses it; Hunter thumps the plexiglass wall in frustration, and then charges to drive an elbow into Jonny as he gets up. Hunter forces Jonny back to the ropes and attempts to get him into a position from which he can suplex him, but Jonny kicks him back on to the mat and then delivers a leg drop.
McNally: Jonny’s really impressing me tonight…
Edison: Agreed, the guy’s got such spirit.
Predator: Pff. Spirit? That don’t win titles, and I should know, being an ex-champion and all-
Edison(whispering): I’m going to do something I may regret in a minute, Max…
It takes a second or two for either man to start moving; slowly, Jonny gets up and begins to set up the DragonFly, but having applied the half nelson, Hunter gets a foot hooked around the ropes and Jonny cannot finish the move. As Jonny tries to pull Hunter away, Hunter fees himself and then shoves Jonny face-first against the plexiglass; the crowd winces, and as Jonny staggers back in a daze Hunter lands a very fast Dynamite. As in the other ring, however, it’s not as simple as making a pin; and Hunter finds fatigue hampering him as he drags Jonny toward the table and starts to load him on to it. He’s not fast enough, and Jonny resists, kicking Hunter back and then shoulder tackling him into the ropes and wall. He delivers a string of rapid body punches, and the crowd is torn as to where they should direct their attention.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:22:13 GMT -5
The crew in the booth have to choose which match to follow, and deicide to switch back to the south ring. Just in time, too; the Senator has AK reeling from yet more chops, and sends the crowd sky high as he lifts her into a second Filibuster… but things don’t go entirely to plan, and the Senator has to abort the move as the pair tumble to the mat.
Edison: You don’t see that every day.
McNally: I think this may be what Atomic was hoping for, it looks like the Senator’s having trouble maintaining a sufficient vertical base for his most powerful moves. It’s going to take a lot more than that for her to get the old warhorse to submit, though…
AK’s confidence is rising, and she gets back on her feet quickly, laying down a few extra stomps to the Senator as he too is rising. Pride cometh before a fall, however, and AK gets just a little to close; in a second the Senator goes from being on the back foot to a mass of energy, letting rip with an astonishingly strong tide of middle kicks and letting his fighting endorphins block out the accumulated pains from the match. AK does what she can to defend herself, but it’s nowhere near enough to deflect the Senator’s charge, and the Senator’s usually tight rein snaps as he switches into vicious repeated knee strikes. He finishes his rampage with a facebuster and AK hits the mat with a dull thud; she holds her hands over her face and is unable to move for a few seconds, causing the crowd to murmur with concern. The Senator comes out of his “hyped” state, and glances at his foe; he is not a sadistic or cold man, but he knows full well the price of missed opportunities. He moves in, and while AK is still stunned from the previous attack he pulls her up on to her feet and hooks the arms to set up the Victory Lock I.
McNally: This isn’t a move we see from the Senator all that often… I don’t know if Atomic has what it takes to carry on.
Edison: Neither do I, Max… part of me doesn’t want this match to end, but I don’t want to see anyone hurt either.
Predator: Bah. Edison, you’re a total pansy. The bitch never stood a chance in this match anyway.
Edison(whispering): Max, do you think a court would accept a plea of extreme provocation?...
The fans are starting to get on their feet, shouting; AK’s hand waves a little and the referee checks it, but decides it’s not a submission and is proved correct when AK finds the strength to flip herself out of the move. There is a slight stirring in the crowd as they see her face closely, and it is revealed that the Senator managed to bust open a wound on her scalp from his kicks; Senator stands back up, but that frenzy has been costly in terms of energy, and things could still fall either way…
These two matches have now been going on for almost 25 minutes, and the crowd is astonished by the resilience of those involved. Still in his ring, BK is watching the two matches with a big smile on his face; every minute gives him longer to regain his strength, and weakens his opponents. He’s sitting pretty…
Hunter is sitting too, but in a very different sense; Jonny has him placed on a turnbuckle, and is trying to lift him up on his shoulders. He gets Hunter elevated, but Hunter starts to attack his head, and Jonny stumbles, bringing them both down short of the standing table. They both lie there for a few moments; fatigue is biting them both, and they have to gather their strength before they can get back on their feet. Hunter wants to end this quickly, and goes straight for a gut kick; Jonny bends over and Hunter runs to the ropes, aiming to Floyd Kick Jonny though the table. But Jonny takes a step forward, and though the kick connects, Jonny ends up only tipping the table on to its side rather than breaking it. Shaking his head in frustration, Hunter runs over and re-sets the table; Jonny rolls over and uses the ropes to pull himself up, and as Hunter comes after him again, Jonny kicks out behind him making Hunter gasp and stagger backward. Jonny turns, runs forward, lifts Hunter and hurls him at the table… but he lacks the energy to build enough power, and the table stays standing with Hunter on it. Conscious of his position, Hunter rolls off and slumps on to the floor, making Jonny sigh with tiredness as he once again moves to pick Hunter up.
Edison: One little table, Max, that’s all that stands between one of these men and progression… who do you think will come out on top?
Predator: Who cares? Neither of them are going to stand a chance against- HEY!
Edison and McNally do their best to conceal their sniggering as someone tips a fresh, icy soda down Predator’s back. Someone in the booth wisely cuts the feed temporarily as Predator curses at the fans behind him; in the north ring, Hunter and Jonny are both back on their feet, and once again exchanging blows. They move ever closer to that final table, and the end must surely be close now…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:23:47 GMT -5
The same is true in the South ring; having traded more chops, punches and kicks than it’s possible to count, both AK and Senator are looking frayed at the edges. AK rallies, and though the Senator dodges her first kick, her following sweep knocks him down, and the fans pop massively as she locks in the Catch-22. Senator grits his teeth; the wrenching in his ankle is extremely painful, but as AK tightens her grip, the pain in her own shoulder from the recently acquired wound there bites and compromises her efforts. With a great display of will over sensation, the Senator turns over and kicks AK back; she stumbles to the ropes, and the Senator comes in as fast and as hard as he can to hit her with a shoulder tackle. AK cries out in pain, and the Senator uses a quick dragon screw to bring her down…
McNally: This is it! The Senator’s going for the Victory Lock III, it’s almost impossible to escape from.
Predator: Nothing’s impossible. I’m sure I could escape it easily.
Edison: This one’s over if he can only get it locked…
The crowd is now totally on its feet yelling as the Senator and AK struggle on the mat; the Senator tries to overpower his foe, but AK is well aware that this could be checkmate for her, and something inside her rebels against it. Mobilizing all her strength, she prevents the Senator from fully applying the hold, and with a yell of determination she thrashes free, forcing him to let go. The Senator is unable to move for a moment, and AK gets up on her feet; she runs over to the corner and gets up on the post as the Senator is trying to stand. She times her leap to perfection and connects with a hurricanrana that lays the Senator out…
Edison: Senator’s down! This is AK’s chance…
McNally: But can she make it count?
AK knows she has only a few seconds to act; she gets back on her feet, steps next to Senator’s legs, and then smiles with a gleam in her eye. She gets hold of one of the Senator’s legs, turns around 180 degrees and picks up the other, crossing it over the first.
Edison: Wait a cotton picking minute! I think I recognize… no, it CAN’T be…
AK gives the crowd a pointed stare and then smartly salutes them, before falling backward to the mat; the effect on the crowd, commentators and the Senator himself is immediate and electrifying.
Edison: It is, it is! That’s Yuji Nagata’s Nagata Lock I!
McNally: It’s a twisted reverse figure four hold… and just look at what it’s doing to Phillips!
The fans are going off their heads as AK puts all she has into the hold, tapping into all the accumulated power of her lower body. The punishment that the Senator’s own lower limbs have taken means that he’s now dangerously vulnerable, and the pain etched across his face is clear for all to see. He clasps his hands to his head, trying desperately to block out the sensation, but the pain is becoming deeper and deeper, warning that something is going to have to give.
For 75 seconds the Senator holds out; he struggles, but is too far from the ropes to reach them, and no longer strong enough to force his way out. He tries to get a look at AK; she is facing the sky, looking up at the uniquely beautiful “ceiling” with an expression of pure determination.
The Senator, amidst everything, becomes calm once again and gives a half smile; and then, with supreme dignity, taps solidly on the mat. The referee makes sure he’s not seeing things, and then waves his arms, signaling the result as the fans go ballistic and in the East ring BK falls off of his chair in shock.
Philip: Senator Steve Philips has been eliminated via submission! That leaves only four people in this astonishing match!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:25:10 GMT -5
The fans are still whooping and shouting in surprise and delight at the result in the south ring; AK, still somewhat shocked herself, is incredibly fired up and thumps the wall of the ring, yelling “COME ON!” and getting the fans really pumped. She does, however, calm down sufficiently to shake the Senator’s hand before he leaves the ring.
McNally: Whatever the eventual result, that was a supreme performance from the Senator… it simply doesn’t get better than that.
Edison: Just listen to this crowd!
Predator: Bah, these people wouldn’t know a decent wrestler if he suplexed them in the street. Philistines…
Everyone of course ignores Predator as the Senator is let out of the South ring and the fans shout and cheer in appreciation; AK gets her breath back, and then very slowly turns her head… to look straight at BK London. Their eyes meet for a fraction of a second…
Edison: Look out everyone, she’s on a roll!
…and then AK is moving like lightning, vaulting the ropes and charging into the connecting tunnel to the East ring. BK leaps up, and just manages to reach the door on his side before AK does; he grabs on and holds it shut so that AK can’t get in. AK is furious, and can be seen gesticulating at BK through the Plexiglass; BK smirks, and is oblivious to what is going on not so far away…
Jonny and Hunter have put heart and soul into their match, and the fans are stunned at how long their battle has raged. But now, as the cameras cut back just in time, both are standing upon the table in the middle of the ring; Jonny lifts Hunter, and goes for the Silver Spade… but Hunter, master of the counter, resists it and then nails his own Shotgun, driving Jonny through the table as they both fall. The crowd goes nuts, and the referee monitoring the match from the outside at last signals the result.
Philip:…and Jonny Spade has been eliminated in the tables ring! Only one more elimination before the final ring opens!
Hunter rises very slowly to his feet; Jonny stays lying in the wreckage, partly from exhaustion and partly from great disappointment. The fans share his feelings; but as the door is opened and he is helped to exit, a huge wave of applause rises, and even Hunter gives Jonny a nod of respect. Jonny holds up his arms to the fans, and then starts to make his way to the back.
All the connecting doors are now unlocked; Hunter starts toward the door to the East ring, but then stops, and peers through the Plexiglass. No one is quite sure what he’s looking at… so when he turns around and starts to head to the opposite connecting tunnel, there is confusion all round.
McNally: What’s this, now?
Predator: Looks like Hunter’s destroyed his one remaining brain cell. Either that or he’s actually smart enough to realize he can’t defeat BK…
Everyone watches as Hunter runs to the West ring. He passes straight through it; as he does so, a seriously pissed off AK finally manages to kick open the door and enter the East ring. BK attacks at once, and the pair fight furiously, completely unaware of what’s making the crowd react so loudly behind them.
Hunter has reached the broken gap in the plexiglass tunnel. He examines it, and then with great agility jumps and grabs the top edge, so that he is able to pull himself up on to the roof of the tunnel.
Edison: What the heck is Hunter doing?!
Now on the roof, Hunter runs toward the South ring, and reaches the place where the tunnel meets it. He takes a breath, and then hops to the corner of the plexiglass wall, and from there onward to the covered tunnel that connects the South ring to the middle one, which also has a roof. Running across this, Hunter pauses for a moment and looks at the title… and then continues onward, approaching the East ring.
As he gets to the edge, he looks over the top of the wall, which is about 2 feet higher than the connecting tunnel itself. He smiles as he watches BK and AK battering one another, and then puts a foot on to the wall top…
McNally: No, no way is he serious, Hunter’s never done anything like-
McNally doesn’t even get his sentence out before Hunter takes flight; cameras go off all around the parking lot as Hunter leaps into an astonishing corkscrew moonsault. AK and BK barely have a moment to register what’s about to happen before the impact, and the fans go barmy as everyone is brought down.
Edison: DDDDDAAAAAAANNNNNGGGERRROOOUUSSS!!!!
McNally: What a move, what a MOVE!
Predator: Hmph. I call it a cheap party trick…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:26:15 GMT -5
There is a pause of a good 10 seconds or so before anyone starts moving; the referee for the ring, who’s been having an easy time of things thus far, checks to see if anyone is hurt. Fortunately they’re not, and as Hunter and BK get up at roughly the same time, Hunter gives BK a smirk as if to say “Miss me?”. BK just glares back, grabs the steel chair he’s been sitting on, and swings it at Hunter; Hunter dodges it and rolls aside. He’s looking for a weapon, when he sees something in the shadow of one of the ringposts, and dives to get it…
McNally: What, THIS again? Jeez, some fads are pervasive…
Yup, it’s our good friend the cowbell, making an encore after the RDK/Santiago match. This time, however, it’s perfectly legal, and Hunter chases BK around the ring with it, much to the amusement of the crowd. Hunter is gaining ground, and takes a swing at BK; BK jumps left, and then pulls AK in front of him as she recovers from a particularly hard impact from the corkscrewing Hunter. The crowd boos as AK gets clocked with the cowbell; Hunter isn’t too bothered about who he hits, but when he sees BK smirking he swings it again and strikes him with a satisfying clang. BK’s head spins, and he does a most commendable impression of the Flair stagger before flopping to the mat, garnering a pop in the process. Hunter drops and covers BK, and the referee counts 1,2- kickout. There is a groan from the crowd, but BK just smirks again and taunts Hunter as he gets back on his feet.
Predator: Hah! You think that’s enough to take out the legend BK London? Dream on, you nobodies…
Hunter gives BK an angry look and flips him off; BK is about to come back at him, but he’s momentarily forgotten that he’s in a triple threat now and AK blindsides him with a kendo stick. Both AK and Hunter are well aware that BK’s been taking it easy, and it’s in both their interests to try and negate that advantage; the crowd cheers loudly as BK finds himself being double teamed. With less fatigue to contend with, BK is able to whip Hunter into the corner and then DDT AK; he covers, and the referee counts 1…2- AK gets an arm in the air, and then Hunter rejoins the fray by elbow dropping BK in the back while he’s still in the covering position. Successfully annoying both his opponents at once, Hunter is sure to move out of the way quickly; BK rolls back up on his feet and grabs the Kendo stick that AK dropped, and beats Hunter around the upper body with it. He doesn’t however, see AK take hold of a spare light tube; the crowd reacts loudly as AK sneaks up behind BK, and then swiftly shoves the tube between his legs, kicking it to send glass shards everywhere and giving BK a rather considerable pain in the love spud region. As BK reels, AK grasps him by the head and runs him into the corner to deliver the Fox Flip, pinning and earning herself a 2 count for her trouble. BK rakes her across the eyes in response and AK rolls off, but Hunter then picks up from where she was and pulls BK up to execute his elbow driver. The pressure is mounting on BK, but once again he kicks out at the 2 count, showing little sign of being at risk of elimination just yet. Nipping back on to his feet he gets Hunter in a headlock and repeatedly punches him, as a prelude to his Waffle Face; Hunter is temporarily stunned and BK makes a rapid pin, 1….2…- AK intervenes and pulls him off a fraction of a second before Hunter kicks, which seems to get BK even more riled up than before.
Predator: Can’t that stupid woman keep her nose out of anything? That would have been a three!
McNally: Well I beg to differ, I think Hunter’s kick was in time.
Edison: It’s still in AK’s interest to keep Hunter in this match; BK still has a significant fatigue advantage over the others, and if either of them want to win, they HAVE to wipe that out before the final ring is opened…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:27:48 GMT -5
BK is starting to get impatient; he can see the title gleaming above the central ring, and with renewed fire he takes on both AK and Hunter at once, making them both stagger with powerful punches. His opponents, however, have endured unspeakable horrors together in the last few days, and that instinct kicks in once again for a different common cause. As BK lashes out, AK sidesteps, grabs his arm and punches backward, driving her fist into BK’s face; BK stagger backward right into Hunter’s arms and Hunter hits a mighty German suplex on to some of the leftover tacks and glass. He tries to bridge it into a pin, but BK kicks away; he leaps up, but only walks right into a fresh attack from AK who belts him with the 2 by 4 plank seen much earlier. BK yells, and AK keeps hitting him until her opponent grabs the other end of the plank; they struggle for it, and this lets Hunter calmly position the rather battered steel chair a couple of feet away. AK lets go of the plank without warning, BK travels backward, and the crowd goes nuts as Hunter delivers his Volcano Driver on to it. He drops and covers, 1…..2….
Edison: Kickout again, but was that ever close!
Predator: Just a blip, it’s nothing. BK’s toying with them both.
McNally: Are you sure about that?
BK rolls back on to his feet with an expression like thunder, but the sustained attack is really starting to take its toll. Hunter grabs on to BK and restrains him while AK puts the boot in, but anger energises BK and he breaks free, hits AK with the Revolver and then strikes Hunter with a superkick out of nowhere. The crowd boos as BK slaps his chest, smirking at his success.
Predator: THAT’s how it’s done! All BK has to do now is decide which of these losers he wants to take out first…
Sure enough, BK thinks about this for a moment, looks at the TLC setup in the final ring, and then decides to pin AK as the faster of the two. The referee counts, 1…2…- AK gets a shoulder up, and everyone (except Predator) breathes a sigh of relief.
McNally; Another close call…
Looking dazed, AK rolls out from the pin, but BK grasps her hair and whips her (painfully) into the corner. AK is forced to retreat up on to the post to escape a running elbow strike, and BK climbs up, trying to throw her. Hunter rises and sees that BK has his back to him, and rushes to get involved, climbing on the ropes next to BK. He gestures that the pair of them should superplex AK, but BK isn’t buying it and punches Hunter so that the battle in the corner is all confusion…
Edison: This is getting incredibly intense, Max.
McNally: Seriously, Eddie, I have no idea how much longer these three can go on-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:28:28 GMT -5
??: Evenin’, Gents.
McNally is interrupted by a gruff yet familiar voice. Their camera kicks in for a few moments, and reveals of all people Ron and Reg. Ron gives the commentators a nod, and then casually starts removing the monitors and other sundries from the table, placing them on the ground.
Edison: Uhh… guys? What are you doing?
Ron: We’re clearing your table, so as not to damage the delicate equipment on it.
Reg:…And then we’re nicking it. ‘Scuse us…
McNally and Edison watch open-mouthed in amazement as the two geezers pick up the table and start to carry it off around the outside of the Asylum itself. Predator, incensed, grabs Reg by the shoulder.
Predator: You can’t just take that, you thief! How am I supposed to work in these conditions!?
Reg looks at Predator’s hand on his shoulder, and then carefully puts the table down – before kicking Pred in the gut and starting to stamp on him.
Predator: Ow, OWWW! Get off me-
Reg: SHUT IT, you SHITBISCUIT!
The fans roar with approval as Reg gives Predator a kicking; Ron, however, shouts over at his brother.
Ron: All right, leave it bro! We don’t have time for this.
Reg gives Predator a last kick and then picks up the table again; they hurry around to the door of the East ring, while Predator picks himself up looking furious. The crowd is laughing, so Predator shouts and flips them off, only to find himself faced with an immediate chant of “Shitbiscuit, Shitbiscuit” in response. Grumbling, Predator stalks back to Edison and McNally, who are doing their best to carry on regardless (and without bursting into fits of laughter).
McNally: Well, I have no idea what’s happening now. Our announce table has been stolen, for heaven knows what purpose…
Edison:…. Actually, Max, I think I can take a pretty good guess.
Indeed, the table seems to be arriving at its destination; Ron fends off the protesting officials, who are powerless to act, and forces open the outer door to the East Ring. He and Reg shove the table through the ropes, Reg nips in and drags the table into position a few feet from the corner, and Ron thumps on the plexiglass wall as AK and Hunter struggle up on the corner post-
Ron: Special Delivery! Keep going girl, you can do it!
Reg bolts for the door, and he and his brother slam it behind them as they dash down the steps. Hunter at last succeeds in throwing BK sideways to the floor and BK lands hard with a bump; Hunter tries to jump down to go after him, but AK grabs his hand and prevents it. Confused, Hunter glances over his shoulder, and it becomes apparent to him and everyone else what’s about to happen…
Hunter: Oh, surely not-
AK: Couldn’t resist. Sorry.
She grins, hooks Hunter’s arms, and then launches right over his head, taking the pair of them clear of the turnbuckle. They strike the announce table and utterly crushs it, generating a huge BANG and sending the fans mental. After a second or two, a mildly disorientated laugh comes from the wreckage.
AK:…….YES!! Awesome, Charlotte owes me 50 quid!
A pause.
Hunter: That settles it. Alicia Kitsune-Laureano, you’re officially off your wonky little trolley.
On the outside, the announcers just stare at what was once their desk, and shake their heads.
Edison: For heck’s sake, that’s the THIRD PPV in a row!
McNally: What did we ever do to you?!
Fortunately for Hunter, he seems to be developing some sort of resistance to announce table bumps, and is able to kick out of AK’s subsequent pin at 2.5. BK is also getting up, and gives the destroyed table a cursory glance… not much surprises an ACW veteran like him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:30:17 GMT -5
All three remaining contenders in the match are now breathing hard as they start to tire; BK’s early advantage has all but disappeared, and the fans now have absolutely no idea which way this is going to go. The hardcore ring resembles a bomb site, so that it’s almost impossible to fall and land without hitting some piece of debris. The match clock is on the cusp of the 50 minute mark… and still no one will give even an inch in their pursuit of the prize. BK, knowing he’s still the prime target, takes matters into his own hands; he takes on Hunter directly, trading punches until Hunter makes an error and BK is able to whip him in AK’s direction. AK jumps aside and takes a run at BK, but BK counters with a backbody drop. He sees his chance and gets hold of the cowbell again, repeatedly trying to hit AK with it as she rolls out of the way; Hunter takes the chance to rest as AK gets back on her feet and grabs the metal road sign, using it to deflect BK’s attacks and then walloping him in the face when she gets a chance. The crowd roars as BK staggers back; Hunter sees his chance and lunges, grabbing BK and sending the fans wild by delivering the Shotgun. He pins, 1….2…thr- BK kicks out, and as Hunter curses, BK suddenly sees movement and bails out as AK leaps forward into her Ground Zero. Instead of BK she hits Hunter, and pins him, 1….2…thre- Hunter’s arm is up, and the crowd is now completely incredulous. AK is also stunned, and this lets BK tune up the band – AK turns directly into the Shades of Michaels, and BK pins, 1…2..thre-
McNally: NO! My god, this is insane!
Edison: This can’t go on, Max, it just can’t…
Very slowly, AK, Hunter and BK all stand up and face one another in a tight triangle. They look at each other, astonished at how it has come to this…
…and then, Hunter raises an eyebrow, takes one final look at his title belt hanging above the final chamber, and shrugs. He turns on his heel and walks to the external door, and kicks it open without too much difficulty. He smirks at this, and puts one foot outside the ropes-
AK: Where are you going?
BK: What, you’re scared of me?
Hunter shakes his head.
Hunter: Nothing like that. Quite frankly, I'm done. This will get us nowhere, and I personally feel that this is all for nothing. I'm forfeiting the match. You two can fight for the title, it will be yours now. Best of luck.
There is nothing further to say; Hunter exits through the external door, and quite calmly heads away from the Asylum, from the madness. But he does not head back into the building; instead, he pushes his way past security, and heads for where all the cars have been parked. He sees Ginger watching open mouthed, along with everyone else; Hunter smirks once more, and gives a single, hollow laugh, his final one-up on the chairman. Then the night takes him, and he is gone.
There is silence; no one knows what to say, or what to do. Except one man; Raymond Allen Fleming adjusts his collar, enters the Asylum though the convenient hole in the plexiglass tunnel, and steps into the South ring. Philip is given his instructions, and speaks into the mic.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, by his actions Hunter is deemed to have forfeited that match, and is therefore eliminated. Which means…
There is a loud, distinct sound of extra-strong bolts unlocking. The doors to the final chamber are about to be released.
There is just a tiny fragment of calm before the storm; both AK and BK see the title that has eluded them for so long hanging, waiting to be claimed…
As is so very often the case in the best tales, there can be only one winner. The moment endures, the crowd waits to breathe again…
RAF: In Three…
Two…
One…
The snap of the final bolt is like a gunshot, and in an instant the world comes back to life. AK is faster, but only just; she scrambles into the connecting tunnel, literally able to feel BK’s hot breath on the back of her neck, and then they’re there, they’re in-
And it’s on.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:31:25 GMT -5
…well, almost. Before AK and BK can lay a finger on one another, a bark of authority from RAF brings them to a halt. RAF doesn’t care if it’s the Philosopher’s stone hanging from the roof, there are certain customs to be obeyed. He enters the ring, and checks that all is as it should be before he allows the match to restart.
AK and BK stand inside of the final ring quietly, allowing the referees on the outside the opportunity to lock all of the doors behind them. At this point, they know there is no escape, not that they would want to do so. Their eyes travel across the ring and meet up halfway, and then both simultaneously look at the World Title hanging from the ceiling. In a matter of moments, this title could be theirs, and all they must do is defeat the person standing before them. BK looks around the ring hoping to find some good objects to use for victory, but AK simply concentrates on her opponent. They have faced each other before, but she knows full well this encounter will be much more important. This is the kind of match that makes or breaks people…that makes or breaks careers. And both competitors are fully capable and willing to take all of the risks to secure what they both have wanted to possess for so long. They heard a loud click, signaling that the final door to the chamber has been locked. Through the plexiglass, on the outside the sound of the ringing bell is as silent as a bullet…but in truth, the two competitors have realized the gravity of the situation. They barely hear the bell, and they barely hear the cheering audience, which by now can even be heard from the arena meters away by all of the officials.
It is time.
Edison: Let’s go, let’s go!!
McNally: Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen!
BK lunges at AK moments later, hoping to catch her off guard. But she has learned much from watching BK’s matches and facing him before. She stands perfectly still, surprising BK, but not slowing down his attack. When he is mere inches away, AK steps to the side and grabs him, hitting the Spin the Bottle move in one fell swoop. AK springs up just as BK does a few moments later, and the two slightly smirk. BK charges in once more and does not allow AK to move out of the way this time; instead, he kicks her directly into the gut and grabs her in a headlock. She punches BK in the side and forces him to break the hold, and then dropkicks him down to the ground. BK nips up to his feet, furious, and charges at AK once more. Normally, fury would mean disaster for someone. But in BK’s case, it seems to simply make the job easier. He moves out of the way of a punch and grabs AK’s arm, punching her in the side and kicking her in the knee. He then lifts her up and hits a fateful London Special to bring her down hard to the ground.
BK gets up and tries to find the nearest ladder, which thankfully is very close. He grabs it and sets it up, starting to climb without so much as another thought. But then he feels two arms wrench around his gut, and before he knows it he is flying off the ladder and landing face first on the ground. AK looks at the ladder…but she knows it is too soon to try for the title. BK will never stop fighting, but she needs to think of something to keep him down long enough. BK gets up once more, and AK jumps on the third rung of the ladder and moonsaults off, hitting BK in the face and bringing him smashing down to the ground.
McNally: Heh, I never get bored of that move, no matter how many times I see it.
Predator: That’s because you have the attention span of a goldfish, McNally.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:32:07 GMT -5
She then lifts him up once more and tries to take advantage of his hurt state, gathering her strength and lifting him up into a suplex. But BK is too quick, and he battles out of the suplex. Once he lands on his feet, he lifts AK up and hits a picture perfect London-Plex, hoping that this is enough to take down AK. He grabs a nearby table and sets it up, and then rolls AK onto it. He climbs to the top rope, hoping for his famous From Brooklyn To London finisher, but AK is much swifter, and she rolls off the table and runs up the top rope, grabbing BK and sending him flying with the Falling Star maneuver, making sure to send BK face first through the table before his face hits the mat.
Edison: Whooooaaa! That’s gonna sting in the morning!
AK grabs a chair and sets it up in the center of the ring, moving the ladder over to the side so that it does not get in the way. Once BK rises, AK grabs him from behind and tries to throw him into the chair via German suplex; the more canny fans can see that AK is using momentum and gravity to make such throws possible for her, a feat which must surely be attributed to the expertise of one Tim Dwight. But BK is able to battle out of it, reversing the gut-wrench into one of his own. This is not enough to trick AK, and she too spins around faster than ever, getting him back in the gutwrench. BK elbows her in the side of the head and spins around, lifting her up for another London-Plex, but this one she sees coming. She pushes him away and he bounces off of a nearby rope, and then she grabs him and hits the German suplex…or so she thinks. BK was able to continue flipping from the impact, and thus he landed directly on his feet. He sneaks up behind AK and grabs her arms from behind, grabbing her in a double chicken wing. Using her lack of weight to his advantage, BK lifts her up and walks over to the chair, smiles, and executes a painful Waffle Face directly onto the chair. He then lifts the chair up and folds it, placing it under AK’s head.
McNally: Uh oh, this looks bad…
Predator: See, BK’s got everything under control. Finish it off, boss!
He grabs another chair and lifts it high above his head, hoping to hit a conchairto, which would arguably destroy AK. He swings down full force, but AK musters up enough strength to roll out of the way and have BK crash the chair into the other chair, sending him flailing backwards. AK has another trick up her sleeve, and she hops up to her feet and charges at BK. Moments later, she connects with a new move, the Gamengiri (a kind of cartwheeling calf kick), and sends the chair sailing forward into BK’s forehead, and also causing both competitors to fall down exhausted onto the mat.
AK breathes deeply and tries to control herself from hyperventilating. She looks over at BK and sees that he is doing the same, though for him it is a tad more difficult, given that his forehead has a gaping hole in it, and the blood pours out onto the mat at an alarming pace. She does not allow the stains of crimson to lead her to believe that she has the match won. Just the opposite, and so she gets to her feet and grabs a ladder. She walks over to BK, who upon feeling her presence quickly rolls out of the way and just in time, too, as the ladder crashes into the pool of blood and splatters the competitors. But they pay it no mind, and AK throws the ladder full force at BK. BK is slightly taken aback, but he is still able to catch it. Thinking that he knows what he is doing, BK falls down straight onto the mat, and when he sees AK’s form fly over him unsuccessfully, he knows it was the right move to do. AK’s forehead connects with the plexiglass, and she falls over grabbing her face in pain. BK takes the ladder and slightly opens it, and then puts AK’s head in between the ladder.
Edison: Has the man no soul?!
Predator: Champions don’t have souls, you fool…
Moments later, to the horror of all, BK hits a leg drop onto the ladder and causes AK’s body to lose most of its life. BK takes the ladder once more and sets it up, hoping for the best. He starts to climb, but then he loses balance and finds himself flying down to the mat below, crashing face first into the two chairs used previously. AK moves her foot back to her body, a slight ache arising from it, which is a given, as kicking steel ladders is not as easy as one would assume.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:32:57 GMT -5
There is a long silence as the two competitors lie on the ground motionless. But then something clicks in them, and they both rise to their feet very slowly. They look up at the title once more, and then down at each other again. AK grabs a table as quickly as possible, with BK grabbing a ladder. They both set up their own weapons, and then AK charges over to the other side of the ladder, racing up as fast as her legs will carry her. Once she gets to the top, she notices the lack of BK on the other side…as well as on the ladder at all. And that’s when it hits her. She looks down at the ground and sees BK smirking up at her. And in one fell swoop, he delivers a dropkick to the ladder and sends AK crashing back through her own table, knocking her out for a few moments.
Predator: YEEEEESSSS! THAT showed HER! Great Job!
McNally: Argh, I think this one may be academic now.
But BK is not content with this. He goes over to the first turnbuckle that he sees, and climbs it with the support of the plexiglass chamber. He takes a deep breath and silently mutters a few prayers…and then leaps off the top rope, delivering the From Brooklyn To London move with more power and ferocity than ever before. BK is about to cover due to force of habit, but he then rolls off AK and instead decides to get the ladder. But this he knows is still not enough, and he must think of a way to end it as soon as possible. Allowing anyone but himself the victory at this time is impossible, and knows it just as well as those around him.
And so he acts. Being a fan of Shawn Michaels, he has doubtless seen his ladder match with Razor Ramon countless times. BK grabs the ladder and folds it up, setting it up in the nearby corner. Once he is sure that AK is not moving, BK gets on the top turnbuckle and grabs the ladder. Quickly, he pushes himself off while holding the ladder, causing both him and the ladder to fall down onto AK…but without the AK part. AK rolls out of the way just in time, and she staggers up and weaves erratically over to the same turnbuckle and hops up to the third turnbuckle, flips herself around, and delivers a fearless Ground Zero on BK’s newly decrepit form.
McNally: This is nuts! Someone go for the belt already, the human body wasn’t made to take this sort of thing…
It is obvious that she too has seen the match. AK gets to her feet and tries to lift BK up, but he battles out of her grasp. AK, however, does not accept defeat so graciously: she delivers a powerful elbow to the side of BK’s head and turns him around, grabbing him in the position for the Shockwave. But BK will not allow her to execute her finisher, and so he starts to run away. But given that AK still has his head in the grip, she runs with him. And then BK thinks of the perfect plan, running straight towards the plexiglass wall and lifting his feet off the ground. He then flips himself over AK from the momentum and gets her into his own dragon sleeper hold. But he does not need this hold, and thus he pushes her towards the ropes. She bounces off and turns around, and with every last ounce of his strength he hits the Shades of Michaels superkick directly into AK’s face…and it works.
Predator: What did I tell you? Another perfect finish from ACW’s premier talent.
Edison: I hate to admit it, but I think Predator might be right this time.
They lie there for what seems like hours, but what is truly just seconds. The noise from the crowd is now clearly audible inside the ring, and outside it’s like being in the middle of the loudest rock concert in history. BK gets to his feet first and understands how truly tired both he and his opponent are. If there were any perfect opportunity to act, then this would be it. He grabs the nearby ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring, and he starts to climb. He never looks down, he never looks to his side, he just looks straight up and climbs in that same direction. AK gets to her feet and sees BK’s determination, and at that moment she feels her only respect towards BK. But this match is far from over, and she runs over to the ladder, climbing to the top as fast as possible. They both meet at the center, and BK’s eyes are still entranced on the title. But this is his fateful mistake, as AK is able to take advantage of his distraction; she steps up on to the top of the ladder, and then…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:33:25 GMT -5
McNally: Look out below!!
Edison: DAAAAAANNNNNGEERRROOOUSSS!!!
Predator: No, No, NOOOOOO!
It’s so fast that most people have to rewind their tapes and DVDs to see it. AK blasts BK with a kick that is a perfect tribute to Katsuhiko Nakajima’s R-15, sending him sailing down to the mat below. But BK has seen the prize of his dreams, and he refuses to lose. He sees AK reach her arms out, and he nips up, swiftly delivers a Shades of Michaels superkick to the ladder, and collapses back to the canvas. The kick sends it flying across to the other turnbuckle and swiftly down to the mat. The crowd screams…
Seconds later, BK feels the ring shake as AK’s form hits the bottom. BK smiles as he thinks that he has secured himself some more time…and then he looks up at the ceiling. It looks just the same, sans the missing World Title. And it is at that moment that BK comprehends what has happened, though the acceptance of the situation is much harder.
In fact, the acceptance of the situation is hard for both, until from the edge of the arena they hear the shocked voice of Philip crack through.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…and the NEW ACW WORLD CHAMPION, ATOMIC KITSUNE!!!
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