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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:35:50 GMT -5
BK goes for RDK with a savage anger that shows just how the pair of them came to be involved in this ultimate all-or-nothing contest. The crowd boos as BK lays into RDK with left and right hooks, and builds up to a mighty uppercut that knocks RDK clean off his feet. RDK is back up at once, however, and brings it back to his loathed opponent with a stream of Macho underhand punches, and then strikes BK down with a massive lariat. The crowd roars and RDK stamps on BK a few times; there’s no excuse for showboating in such a crucial contest and RDK proves at once that his flashy and fun entrance should not in the least fool anyone into believing that he’s not out to utterly destroy BK once and for all. Irate already, BK rolls back to his feet and for a good 20 seconds or so the two men exchange huge blows, not defending but simply unleashing their fury upon one another. It’s a captivating and also somewhat unnerving sight… but the crowd cannot tear its eyes away, not that anyone would want to. Cries of “RDK, RDK!” are already traveling around the arena, and this does nothing whatsoever to lighten BK’s mood. He strikes RDK with another uppercut, and then as RDK slips down to a knee he applies a rear chinlock. The venom is acid-burned across BK’s face as he seemingly tries to take RDK’s head off from behind with the force of his arms alone, but RDK resists and starts elbowing BK hard in the chest. Forced to let go, BK backs off to prevent himself being hit by a rapid retaliatory blow from RDK, a move that has the audience booing him for his lack of “nerve”. BK flips them off, and as RDK approaches, BK makes a sudden lunge forward and hits a neat swinging neckbreaker.
The referee is alert and on hand as BK makes a pin; RDK kicks out even before the referee can start his count properly, and leaps to his feet. The fans shout out in RDK’s support, and RDK smiles and thumps his chest; BK scowls, and mocks RDK and the Machomanics by parodying RDK’s own movements. The fans don’t like this at all and RDK is stirred to their defense, he lashes BK with forearm blows and punches as the fans cheer, but BK bides his time and when RDK mis-times a strike BK turns it around into an armbar. RDK’s grimace shows that once again BK is doing all he can to inflict suffering, and RDK has to back the pair of them up hard into one of the corners so that he can crush BK between himself and the post. BK takes the impact and has to let RDK go; RDK turns and tries to clobber BK, but BK in his turn grabs RDK and swings him around so that the two men swap positions. With RDK now with his back to the post, BK jumps on to the second rope and goes for a counted 10 punch; the fans count along, but soon become alarmed when BK continues on punching past the 10 so that Joey Reynolds has to intervene and threaten BK with disqualification so that he will refrain from his attack. RDK looks groggy as he comes out of the corner, and BK takes advantage, kicking him in the gut and using an arm wrench to continue his plan of attack. Pain is starting to make itself felt in RDK’s right arm, and he knows that almost his entire arsenal of moves will be weakened if he lets BK continue to target the limb; The fans shout and call out for RDK to respond, and respond he does with a knee to BK’s midsection and then a whip into the ropes to set up a Samoan Drop. RDK makes his first pin of the match and gets close to a 2 count from it.
Keen to go on with his assault, RDK goes for another whip; BK though reverses it and RDK finds himself on the wrong end of a tilt-a-whirl facebreaker knee smash. The fans boo loudly as BK drops and tries to physically force a pin, but RDK kicks him away at the 2 count, and then rolls over to create a flash pin of his own. It gets about a 1.5 from Joey Reynolds and a lot of angry reaction from BK, who smashes his forearm across RDK’s face. RDK tumbles off of him, and being close to the ropes he rolls to the outside to try and catch his breath. As he does this, however, BK gets back on his feet and then exits the ring by way of a rapid baseball slide; the fans cry out as RDK is sent backward against the barriers, and BK dashes over and drops both knees on RDK, hitting him with violent mounting punches. RDK does not take kindly to this and shoves BK back, and as he rises the fans cram around to slap him on the back and offer words of encouragement. Normally friendly, RDK is so intent on doing some serious harm to BK that he barely notices this, and BK gets a nervous expression for the first time in the match as he sees RDK coming at him. He deflects RDK’s charge and tries to send him into the steel steps, but RDK stops himself with his hands and physically rips the top part of the steps off. To the crowd’s great delight he pursues BK in a full circuit of the ring with them, and BK slides back into the ring for refuge. RDK’s not so carried away as to actually try and bring a weapon into the ring and so he drops the steps on the outside mat; a couple of crewmembers put them back into position as RDK gets back up on the apron.
With the referee’s count at 6, BK tries to make RDK lose the match by countout and a brawl develops on the apron. Reynolds gets to 8 before RDK scores a critical hit; he pushes BK back from the ropes and then leaps into an impromptu springboard moonsault. BK takes evasive action but is not quite quick enough to evade the move entirely and the result is that both take a share of the hit and are brought to the mat. At once, BK tries yet another tactic and grabs RDK’s ankle for the Corporate Lock, but it’s a move RDK is very familiar with and he uses his strength to kick free before BK even gets close to applying it fully. The fans roar as RDK jumps up, and the two men trade more thunderous blows in the centre of the ring; RDK initiates a grapple, and though they are both incredibly strong RDK retains the advantage and uses a front headbutt to stun BK before executing his vertical suplex. A pin follows and gets close to a count; both men are now perspiring heavily, and the fierce grudge nature of the match makes it especially wearing on their physical condition. Their mental desires are as strong as they ever were, though, and BK underlines this by tripping RDK as he runs toward him and then going for a Boston Crab. The fans are alarmed, but RDK doesn’t panic and makes a lunge for the ropes; he gets close enough so that when BK manages to lock the hold RDK only has to make one more effort to reach them and render the hold toothless. Clearly becoming more frustrated by the minute, BK lets RDK go and proceeds to stomp him with a glint in his eye that has the fans booing even more. RDK grits his teeth as he pulls himself back up, and then repays BK with a closed hand punch between the eyes. The referee cautions RDK for the infringement, but RDK considers it worth the risk-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:37:02 GMT -5
-because it incapacitates BK long enough for RDK to get in close and perform the Jabroni Buster. The crowd is thrilled with this and pops massively as RDK makes a pin; BK kicks just a fraction after the 2 count from Reynolds, and as he rolls over on to his front RDK locks in his crossface. Now the fans are really excited; BK is some way from the ropes, and RDK channels in all his rage built up over the last few weeks so that the strain is evident on that part of BK’s face which is visible. His hand wavers just a touch… but then in an explosion of energy and anger, BK breaks free and leaps to his feet, and before RDK can fully regain his BK grabs him and hits the London-plex. The crowd marks out, but still yells for RDK to kick as BK pins, and there is great relief when RDK gets his arm clear at the 2 count. BK slams his hand on the mat in frustration and jumps up, accusing Reynolds of counting too slowly; the referee vehemently denies this, and BK has no time to follow his complaint up as RDK charges him down, going for a tackle takedown. BK stands firm and the collision is ring-shaking, but BK just about stays upright and is then in a position to deliver a beautiful overhead belly-to-belly suplex to his rival. The pin that follows gets slightly better than a 2 count, and there is a very slight pause as the 2 men get up – the match may not yet be threatening to break any records for duration but more action has been packed into it so far than is seen in some promotions’ supposedly “epic” contests. And neither man looks remotely ready as yet to even contemplate collecting their pink slip.
The crowd is starting to feel the pressures of a long night of cheering, booing and screaming, but they are not prepared to let down the Macho man, and renewed chants and calls ring out across the arena as RDK draws on a new seam of energy and renews his attack on BK, striking him with a series of overhand punches and then a simple but effective swinging neckbreaker. BK seems dazed, and RDK moves to the corner; the fans start cheering like anything for the full Macho Moonsault, but BK becomes aware of the danger and runs to the corner himself. The crowd is wowed by the sight of these two wrestling behemoths exchanging blows on top of the post; BK gets in a glancing blow and hooks up for the LondonPlex Omega… so in desperation RDK lets his weight fall backward and the crowd screams out as the pair of them plunge to the outside. The cameras capture a sick-looking bump as BK is turned over in the air and almost lands square on his neck; Reynolds slides out of the ring at once, ready to stop the match if need be, but BK is already struggling to his feet much to the relief of everyone watching (they might want BK out of ACW, but preferably in one piece). The heavy fall further drains the two men, and they each use the apron or barriers to help them back to their feet; RDK has a small laceration across his back from the landing, but fortunately that appears to be the worst of the injuries sustained. The two men move in toward one another, and RDK gets the better drive, forcing BK back against the apron. Thinking on his feet BK raises his arms and grabs the middle rope, so that he is able to pull himself up, tuck his feet behind him and trap RDK’s head between his knees. Still holding the rope, BK pulls RDK’s head over the apron and then uses a “chin up” type of repetition to bang his foe’s head against the edge of the ring. The crowd boos, but BK just smirks, and taunts a dazed RDK as he finally gets himself free.
Wanting to rub salt into the wound, BK drags RDK over to the barriers where some young fans are watching, their faces pitiably filled with worry. Their accompanying parents protest loudly as BK proceeds to punch RDK in the face in a headlock, but BK has made a grave miscalculation, and one glimpse of those little faces is all RDK needs to revive his fighting spirit. The crowd roars with joy as RDK punches BK in the gut to escape the headlock, and then delivers an almighty wind-up punch that sends BK sprawling on the mat in a stupor. The referee’s count hits seven and RDK abandons his foe, leaving him to face the count alone; alarm bells ring in BK’s head and he drags himself to his feet, but as he gets on the apron it’s RDK’s turn to try and keep him out. The fans get louder and louder as the count reaches 8, then 9… and BK somehow manages to dive through the ropes past RDK at the last moment to reach the ring before being counted out and disqualified. The audience groans, but RDK isn’t giving up on this window of opportunity; he takes hold of BK and delivers a swift version of the Rockbottom before making a pin. The crowd holds its breath, and the referee counts 1…2...- BK kicks out at the 2.5 mark, and that look of concern is back on his face. RDK thumps his chest, and gets the crowd cheering for him, but BK isn’t going to let RDK go down that route, and he moves in quickly with a sequence of clubbing blows topped off by a sidestep and then a Blackout Kick (roundhouse to the back of the head). RDK’s sense of direction is thrown into confusion and BK makes a pin, getting a count of just past 2 for his efforts.
The cumulative effects of the match are now starting to bite for both men; RDK tries to push the aches in various parts of his body to the back of his mind, while BK’s general tiredness is coupled with a nagging twinge in his neck and shoulders from that earlier plunge. The two move together and lock up; they take a little time to summon sufficient energy to get themselves into gear and it’s BK who finds traction first, pushing RDK against the ropes. Trying to knock RDK to the outside once again, BK over-reaches and RDK strikes back by grasping his foe’s head and running him back into the corner; BK’s forehead bounces off the turnbuckle pad, and as he stumbles backward RDK slaps on a sleeperhold. The fans cheer loudly as RDK tries to deprive BK of oxygen; BK’s eyelids become heavy, but he knows this is a dangerous and in this circumstance potentially career-threatening situation. Summoning his strength he thrashes powerfully, and RDK just can’t hold him; BK whips around and rakes RDK across the eyes as a prelude to the B.K.O. The crowd winces at the impact of the concluding neckbreaker drop and BK covers, 1….2- but RDK’s shoulder is up and he rolls to his feet before stunning his opponent with a knee to the side of the head. BK rolls over in pain, holding his temple, and RDK nips up and runs to the ropes, going for a running leg drop – but BK’s trick has worked and drawing on stores of adrenaline, BK pops up and blasts RDK with the Air London (Wheel Kick). RDK is down, and BK pauses both to taunt the crowd and catch his breath, as fatigue rapidly becomes a key issue for both competitors…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:37:37 GMT -5
BK picks up RDK, setting him up in the corner before lashing him across the chest with a chop, the only offense he can muster up due to his exhaustion. RDK grabs his chest in pain, as he feels the piercing pain of BK's back hand running throughout his body. BK whips RDK across the ring and as he slams hard into the turnbuckle, he manages to burst out the corner and blast BK with a clothesline. A huge pop from the crowd as RDK manages to score an offensive maneuver on BK, but in the process he is taken out from that move due to the high impact moves sustained so far in the match. Referee Joey Reynolds attends to both superstars, seeing if they are right after this collision and both respond with a "get the hell away from me". RDK slowly begins to rise to his feet as BK does, but instead using the ropes to help get to a vertical base. Both stagger towards each other with sweat dripping off their foreheads and chins and BK scores with a right hand to the jaw of RDK which sends him reeling momentarily. RDK manages to pull himself back forward and scores with a right hand to the chin of BK which sends him reeling. As the pair continues to trade blows, they seem to be landing faster and the crowd is cheering for both superstars. BK lands a European Uppercut on RDK, and RDK scores back with a back hand chop to the eyes of BK. BK clutches his eyes in pain and screaming swears that are inaudible to the ACW cameras and RDK quickly bounces off the ropes. Thinking he's about to score a huge offensive manuever that willd drastically change the momentum in this match, RDK attempts a clothesline but BK suprises him and the crowd landing the 'Air London' a move out of his arsenal that the crowd has not seen from him yet. RDK is dropped to the ground quickly and slides out the ring as BK still attends to his eyes in the ring.
RDK holds his jaw while walking stumbling out on the outside and BK uses hit opportunity to capitalize as he walks over to the ropes and grabs RDK's hair to help pull him back up onto the apron. BK pummels RDK with a few right hands and RDK is reeling on the apron. BK runs off the opposite ropes and charges at RDK full speed with a spear but RDK side steps the move. BK's entire upperbody goes flying through the ropes but he manges to hold on before flying out the ring completely which gives RDK the opportunity to capitalize with a soccer kick straight to BK's jaw. BK flips backwards back into the ring and goes absolutely nuts, holding his jaw in the ring and the crowd is loving it. RDK ascends to the top rope like a cat and perches himself on it as BK climbs up to his feet. RDK is not known usually for scoring with these high risk manuevers but with his career on the line he is willing to try anything. BK turns around and looks up at RDK before he jumps off the ropes and connects with a Missle Dropkick that nearly knocks BK out of his boots. BK flies backwards and RDK holds his ribs upon landing, but musters enough strength to go for a cover on the former World Champion. Joey Reynolds slides over and makes the count...
ONE . . TWO . . TH-
BK's arm shoots up from on the mat and RDK rises up, not believing that BK managed to kick out of that move. He wastes no time picking up BK in which BK rakes him in the eyes as a desperation move to be released from his clutches. BK steps backwards hoping to land a Shades of Michaels out of nowhere, but RDK scouts the move and grabs the leg of BK to a humongous pop from the crowd. RDK spins BK around so that he makes a full 360 before driving him into the mat with a vicious Jabroni Buster that rocks the foundations of the ring. RDK now runs towards the ropes and attempts to land an Asai Moonsault, shades of Ultimo Dragon, but luckily BK rolls out of the way. RDK smartly lands on his feet, but holds his knee in pain momentarily as he may have jammed it, which gives BK the opportunity to land a huge London-Plex on RDK. BK quickly covers the Macho Man but only receives a near fall to his dismay. BK isn’t too shocked, knowing that RDK would’ve no doubt kicked out of that move, but he used the cover more to wear him down. BK now singles out the leg of RDK and starts stomping out his ankle before dropping down a hard knee on it. RDK clutches his ankle in pain and BK continues to pick at it with several elbow drops. BK continues to hold onto the ankle of RDK before sliding out of the ring and approaching the ring post. The crowd can feel what is going to occur now and some can’t watch as BK smashes RDK’s ankle against the ring post. RDK wails in pain and pulls his ankle in again to clutch it but BK grabs that same right ankle again and smashes it into the ring post again, obviously setting up for his vicious Corporate Lock. RDK rolls back towards the center of the ring and BK slides back in the ring before stomping away at RDK’s ankle some more and pulling him towards the turnbuckles.
BK ascends to the middle rope and he pulls down his knee pad, exposing his raw knee. He slaps his knee once, playing to the crowd who of course boos him, before diving off the top rope. RDK shows signs of life and manages to shift the momentum by putting up his left leg, the non-injured leg, and impaling it into the chin of BK as he is coming down. BK walks around groggily before slumping backwards into the corner and chants of “RDK” circulate through the arena as he crawls towards the ropes to help him up. RDK finally gets to a vertical base, and it appears BK has recovered from the boot slightly also. BK staggers over to RDK and attempts to deck him but RDK blocks his punch and scores with a punch of his own to the delight of the crowd. BK reels back but comes back forward again and attempts to hit another punch, but RDK blocks it again and decks him with another punch. BK stumbles backwards into the ropes and bounces off, attempting to go for another punch, this time a big one, but RDK ducks under. RDK starts a combo of punches himself, hitting multiple Macho Overhand Punches before winding up and scoring a huge uppercut to the jaw of BK that sends him flying backwards as if he were Scott Hall taking the Stunner. BK gets up again and RDK takes him down with a clothesline and does it again the following time BK gets up. Momentum has definitely shifted in this match and RDK whips BK into the ropes, but BK counters and sends RDK into the ropes himself. RDK bounces off the ropes and BK goes for a clothesline but he ducks. RDK rebounds off the ropes again and this time attempts a Running Shoulder Tackle but BK ducks under it RDK flies right over the Grand Slam Champion and lands face first on the mat. BK wastes no time picking at the ankle and grabs RDK into a Corporate Lock which sends a mixed reaction throughout the crowd.
Much like earlier, RDK howls in agony from the pain while BK has nothing but a devilish grin on his face. RDK continues to lunge and leap and dive, anything he can do to reach the ropes, and finally his fingers touch the ropes. But BK pulls him back to the center of the ring to the dismay of the crowd and RDK screams louder in pain. RDK pushes himself up using his powerful arms and rolls forward, launching BK neck first into the ropes. BK bounces off the ropes and flips backwards on his stomach, holding his neck while on the other side of the ring RDK is edging toward the corner to better hold his ankle. RDK manages to stand up on his two feet, as BK gets up across the ring and BK charges at his advesary like a wild boar. BK attempts a clothesline, but RDK counters and lands a huge desperation Rockbottom to the Triple Crown Champion. BK lays motionless in the center of the ring as RDK continues to clutch on his ankle, being he had to push off on it to land the move but he sucks up the pain enough to make a cover on BK.
ONE . . TWO . . TH- KICK OUT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:38:01 GMT -5
BK has managed to kick out a very strong move in RDK’s arsenal, possibly sending a message to him or merely doing it out of instinct. RDK rises up onto his knees and grabs BK by his head before pulling him up to a vertical base also. RDK scores a beautiful delayed vertical suplex on BK before going somewhere where he has become familiar with in this match, the top rope. RDK sits perched on the top rope and like a cat BK springs up to his feet and climbs up to the top rope before grabbing RDK in a London-Plex position. BK attempts to score with a London-Plex Omega, which would be very beneficial in ending this match but RDK holds onto the top rope. RDK begins to fight out of the moves, punching BK in the abdomen and then even following up with attacking BK’s cranium with a few Benoit like headbutts. BK begins to lose his balance but he grabs onto the top rope also to hold on. RDK now clutches the head of BK before climbing further up to the top rope. RDK lets out a huge “OoOoOoOoOOoOOooOoH Yeah!” before coming off the top rope with a huge Swinging Neckbreaker. The ring shakes on impact from the move and both competitor are left motionless from this high risk maneuver. Joey Reynolds checks on both competitors on their status and both seem to be alright in which the crowd applauds. After about 30 seconds on the ground, both competitors start to show signs of life. BK starts to stagger to his feet, but stumbles over to the ropes and RDK does the same while trying to maintain a balance on his bad ankle. RDK delivers a stiff right hand to the jaw of BK, and BK returns the favor with a stiff shot to his jaw. RDK now transitions from the punches to a hard Canadian style chop to the chest. BK clutches his chest momentarily and continues to slug it out with RDK, landing a huge punch to his jaw. RDK now slaps the taste out of BK’s mouth and BK raises his head off, entirely pissed off. BK quickly takes down the leg of RDK and stomps viciously away at it before dropping his entire leg on it.
Now working back on his leg, BK pulls RDK towards the ropes and rests his leg on the bottom rope. BK launches himself off the bottom rope and comes back down on the leg of RDK with a banzai drop. RDK screams in pain and clutches his leg again as BK puts RDK’s leg back on the bottom rope and delivers a second one of those moves. RDK screams in pain and BK goes for a third, but as BK is in the air, RDK uses his other leg to push BK over the top rope but BK manages to land on the apron. RDK rolls backwards, and hops up onto his leg, and delivers a stiff elbow to BK’s jaw which sends him reeling. BK fires back with a punch of his own but RDK follows up with stiff haymaker again which sends BK reeling with only one arm holding onto the ropes. Thinking he’ll have the upperhand, BK attempts a shoulder thrust through the top and middle rope but it is victim of a violent knee to his cranium. BK is out of it now and RDK bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and dives over BK, catching him in a Sunset Flip. Normally one would follow up with the powerbomb on the mat below, but RDK has other plans as he holds BK up and slams him back first onto the protected announce table possibly landing back first on a TV monitor. BK holds his back in pain and RDK staggers backwards onto the apron for a good rest. BK rolls off the announce table on the ground below and RDK tosses him back in the ring before going back into the ring himself.
BK staggers up to his feet and RDK forgets about pain momentarily, hoping to land the 3/4 Neckbreaker or the Ace Crusher but BK has other plans. As RDK jumps up to land the move, BK pulls referee Joey Reynolds into the way instead and without being able to stop himself, RDK hit the Ace Crusher on the referee, immobolizing him.
RDK looks down at the referee, realizing what he has done and BK stalks RDK from behind. RDK, who was attempting to revive the referee, rises up and turns around and it looks like he is about to be the victim of a Shades of Michaels but instead he ducks and picks the leg BK pushes off of and takes him down. RDK grabs both legs of BK and attempts to lock in the Texas Cloverleaf but BK continues to thrash around the ring. RDK manages to turn him over successfully, locking in the move, and the crowd goes absolutely bananas. BK screams in pain RDK puts pressure on his back and legs and he tries to crawl towards the ropes, but gets a taste of his own medicine as RDK pulls him back to the center of the ring. BK writhes in much pain from this submission manuever to the crowd's delight and this brings down Predator. Predator slides into the ring and catches RDK from behind with a clothesline. RDK drops to the ground to huge amounts of boos from the crowd and Predator goes to work on him with several stomps to his kidneys and ribs. BK takes this opportunity to slip out of the ring and scrambles to the outside, looking for some sort of weapon. BK meets Kermit on the outside, watching the match after performing in RDK's entrance, with disgust. BK stares at him knowing full well that they have the ring barricade seperating them, and he slaps the muppet which gets huge heel heat from the toddlers in the crowd. BK walks off, laughing at what he has just done, before walking over to Philip and tossing him off the steel chair. BK grabs the chair and folds it while re-entering the ring to continue the beatdown on RDK that Predator is unleashing. Kermit gets up, grabbing his bango and hops over the barricade before climbing up the steel steps to a huge pop from the crowd.
BK raises the chair over his head as he is about ot smash it down on the leg of RDK, and Kermit climbs to the top rope. The fans continue to cheer and you wonder what the hell is going on, as you turn around, Kermit dives off the ropes and blasts BK over the head with the banjo. "EL KABONG" chants formulate throughout the crowd as the crowd cheers immensly for the presence of Kermit in the match. BK is out cold in the match and Predator grabs Kermit from behind and tosses him out the ring to immense heel heat from the crowd. Predator turns around and walks right into a Rockbottom from RDK. Predator clutches his back in pain and rolls out under the bottom rope to a pop from the crowd. RDK grabs the chair that BK brought in the ring and looks at the fallen BK before looking back at the chair. RDK simply tosses the chair back on the outside and rolls under the ring before searching under the ring himself. RDK pulls out something which gets a great ovation from the crowd and thats the trusty sledge hammer. He looks at it with a smile before sliding into the ring and waits for you to rise up from that hard banjo shot. BK is up on one knee now and RDK gets in the right stance to charge at RDK, but Predator manages to rise up from the outside and he grabs the leg of RDK from the outside. RDK tries to pull his leg free but it proves to be a harder task than it looks. RDK turns around and grabs Predator by his hair which brings over BK and he scores with a Blackout Kick (Roundhouse Kick) to the temple of RDK with sends him down to the ground. Predator pulls the sledgehammer out of the ring and BK walks around the ring with a cocky swagger before stopping in the corner. BK raises up his leg and he stomps while holding onto the ropes, tuning up the band as the "Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels would do. RDK is slowly climbing up to his feet before using the ropes to help himself up. RDK turns around and BK charges with RDK with a superkick in mind but RDK catches BK's foot to a huge pop from the crowd. RDK holds the foot of BK before flipping him off and pulling him towards him before nearly killing BK with a lariat.
BK lays out on the mat and RDK slumps over on BK from exhaustion and Reynolds slowly is recovering from the neckbreaker by RDK earlier. RDK hooks the leg and Reynolds begins to count slowly....
ONE . . . . TWO . . . . TH-KICK OUT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:38:50 GMT -5
BK has kicked out to the complete and utter suprise of the crowd and RDK. What will it take to defeat BK RDK wonders? Reynolds continues to writhe in pain, holding the back of his neck and RDK looks up, flabberghasted. BK London is out of it and RDK covers him again, hoping this time he will get the win but BK kicks out again. RDK is growing really frustrated, a trait he doesn't usually show in a wrestling match and ascends to the top rope. It looks as if he's going for the finisher of all finishers, The Macho-sault, but BK knows better than to become a victim of that move. He staggers to his feet and dives at RDK on the top rope, who manages to moonsault off the top rope and land on his feet behind BK. BK turns around and RDK attempts to hit him with his own Shades of Michaels but BK catches his leg and locks in The Corporate Lock. The agony can be seen on RDK's face as once again he is victim to his move and RDK manages to twist out of the move and kicks BK into the ropes. As BK bounces off the ropes, RDK manages to kip up to his feet in one motion and he goes for a Macho Slam but BK counters so he lands behind the Macho Man. BK locks in a rear waist lock, and attempts a Release German Suplex on RDK but RDK lands on his feet like a cat once again. RDK pushes BK into the ropes once again and this time when he returns he is taken down with a double leg takedown and RDK once again goes for the Texas Cloverleaf. The crowd can feel the end of this match coming closer as RDK turns over BK into a successful Texas Cloverleaf. BK claws and crawls his way towards the ropes, so he doesn't tap from the move, but RDK is putting more pressure on his back as we continue. BK reaches out towards the ropes, hoping to grab it, hoping to cease this pain and he finally snags the rope. Reynolds, who is now back up on his feet, but still a little out of it, calls for RDK to release the submission and he does indeed. Predator, on the outside, wills on BK to finish off RDK.
This match has gone on for nearly a half an hour now and it seems there is not going be a clear cut winner. Each of these men value their jobs and their careers and is really pulling out all the stops in order to keep it. RDK stares at BK as he is climbing up to his feet, staring deeply into him and follows up with a vicious kick to his jaw which knocks out. RDK picks up BK once again, not knowing what to do now as BK has managed to either kick out or counter everyone of his finishing manuevers. RDK lands a right hand to the face of BK, and the crowd can sense that RDK is stalling until he can find a sure fire idea. BK is groggily standing on his feet, managing to keep his balance but is too far out of it to mount an offense. RDK bounces off the ropes and attempts to hit BK with a Facebuster but BK uses RDK's momentum against him and pushes RDK into Reynolds, knocking Reynolds out of the ring. RDK turns around and BK is charging at him, only to recieve a Jabroni Buster. The crowd cheers for RDK, and RDK runs towards the ropes and hopes to land a Lionsault but Predator, who has that steel chair in his hand, cracks RDK over the head as he hits the ropes. RDK drops down on his back and lays motionless in the ring and BK climbs up to the top rope. BK looks down at RDK, who is laying motionless in the center of the ring and BK soars off the top rope with a From Brooklyn to London and connects with it. BK hooks the leg, but there is no referee around to make the count. Suddenly Ginger appears on the stage and calls out somebody from the back, and down comes the referee for the main event, RAF, and he sprints down to the ring. RAF slides in and quickly makes the count...
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
The crowd is absolutely ecstatic as he kick out of one of BK's most famed finishers. Even BK can't believe it, he looks up at RAF and climbs to his feet before pushing him. RAF, who isn't taking any of BK's shit, pushes him back to a huge pop from the crowd. BK isn't too happy with RAF and now he stares back at RDK. Predator grabs the steel chair again and hops into the ring, hoping to finish off RDK by himself but RAF grabs the chair. The tug of war between Predator and RAF occurs as RDK is finally getting up. Predator finally just shoves RAF down and turns around, knowing that RDK is there to receive the shot but instead he clocks BK with the chair. Predator is shocked as he realizes BK is lying on the mat instead of RDK and RDK is standing up over BK's body. RDK tosses Predator out of the ring and looks to go for the Texas Cloverleaf on BK again but BK kicks RDK into the ropes. RDK bounces off the ropes and BK rises up and kicks him in the gut. He now sets him up for the Revolver but RDK pushes BK into the ropes. BK bounces off the ropes again and RDK attempts a clothesline but BK rolls under the arm of RDK and jumps back up to his feet. RDK turns around and BK takes him down with a Double Leg Take Down into a Corporate Lock. RDK flails across the ring again and tries to crawl towards the ropes buy BK now pulls him back to the center of the ring. RDK lets out a huge scream as he tries to crawl towards the ropes. RDK is desperately making his way to the ropes and now BK put on a grapevine which keeps the hold in longer. RDK looks as if he is about to tap as he raises his palm over the mat, but feeds off the support of the crowd and crawls closer towards the ropes. He shows impressive strength and determination as he pulls BK’s weight on his leg, approaching the ropes,
RDK is about to grab onto the bottom rope, he can feel the material that the ropes are made out of touching his fingers but Predator rises up from the outside and pulls the ropes backwards. The crowd boos him fiercely and RAF is in the position NOT to see what Predator is doing. The pain is waaay too much for RDK to overcome and to reduce the risk of BK breaking his ankle, he has no choice but to tap out.
Philip: And the winner of this match.......BK London!
”Don’t Get Carried Away” by Busta Rhymes sounds throughout the arena and the crowd is in absolute shock. BK releases the hold and stumbles up to his feet, before his hand is raised by RAF in victory. RDK continues to hold his ankle in pain, and moves himself towards the corner. Predator slides in the ring and attempts to raise BK’s hand, but BK instead pushes Predator on his ass and sends him towards the back. BK stands on the top rope, and the fans have no choice but to applaud him for that clinic that he put on, along with RDK.
RDK makes it up to his feet and BK steps off the middle rope and walks right into him. The two have a vicious stare down in the center the ring, similar to the beginning of the match. After their multiple feuds over the past year, BK has finally managed to put his one of his biggest rivals away once and for all. RDK extends his hand out for a handshake, and BK looks down at it and accepts the handshake. A standing ovation for the great sportsmanship shown in the ring and finally RDK takes his leave from the ring. RDK stops at the top of the stage when he hears the chants of “Thank you Macho!” *clap* *clap* *clapclapclap* and looks back with a tear rolling down his cheek. RDK disappears to the back of the stage, leaving ACW for what possibly may be…..forever.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:39:44 GMT -5
Segment: The drama’s not over (Credit: BK)
As we return from a product placement commercial for a future ACW DVD, we see BK London and Kiley celebrating with champagne and wine as they come through the black tunnel that leads to the ring. At the end of the tunnel, Predator meets them and hopes to get in on the celebration but BK has other plans.
BK: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Kiley: We finally did it baby! We finally did it!
BK: Now THIS is what I am ta-
BK sees Predator.
BK: Excuse me for a second baby. Head back to the room and we'll continue the celebration from there.
Kiley walks off screen and BK walks up to Predator, looking at him up and down with disgust.
Predator: What?
BK: What? WHAT?! Predator you almost cost me my job about there tonight!
Predator: I'm sorry, it's just-
BK: No! No! No! You see, that's not only it. On Warfare this week, you were horribly squashed by RDK. And on several occasions before you have lost matches, you know what that looks like to the Corporate Alliance?
Predator: I said I'm sorry -
BK: Sorry isn't ENOUGH Predator. Tonight is the last night I am going to take your bullshit. And you know why?
Predator: Don't say...no...NO!
BK blasts Predator with a swift kick to the groin which sends Predator flying down on the ground.
BK: Predator......YOU'RE FIRED!
Massive amount of heel heat for BK as he walks off camera. Predator is left on the groin, holding the only thing he has left, his nuts.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:40:16 GMT -5
Segment: Preparation (Credit: Jake Cheng)
The almost Light Heavyweight Champion Jake Cheng, back in his street clothes, relaxes in the Corporate Room. Already showered and cleaned up, Jake decided to watch the rest of the PPV from the Corporate Couch. Why is there a camera taping him beyond me.
He was watching the BK vs. RDK match just as you all were and saw the same thing you just saw. Now he is pacing back and forth in the locker room. Suddenly, Jake’s phone rings a generic ring. Jake takes his black Motorola Razr out of his pocket and flicks it open in one fluid motion.
Jake: Hey S, you get a hold of them?
Jake’s phone is on speaker so when “S” talks, it is quite loud in his ear, causing him to throw down his phone and hold his ear.
“S” : Yeah, I got ‘em. And I have a couple of my friends coming. You’ll think everyone will be glad to see me?
Jake picks the phone back up and holds it a good distance from his ear.
Jake: Oh course. Remember, get everyone into the cafeteria, that’s where I’ll bring him.
“S”: Got it.
Silence.
“S”: When did ACW get a cafeteria?
Jake saw that coming and already told “S” to look around. The both hand up their phones and Jake returns to his seat.
Looks like Vengeance will come a day early.
That line was pretty clever huh?
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:41:07 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #45 (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
November 30th, 2005 Okinawa, Japan Outside the Satoshi Household
Sarin: I am exhausted.
Yoko: Shh, we're at our house. Quietly now, we don't want to wake Yuki.
Sarin: Right. Though I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
Mr. Floppy: So do I.
Yoko shoves the key in the lock and turns.
Yoko: Why?
Sarin: We beat the Idolizer! And it's about effin time!
Yoko grins, in a celebratory mood herself. They step inside, expecting peace, quiet, and relaxtion. Almost immediately, however, they're greeted by a gigantic BOOM! The lights turn on, revealing several balloons, a humongous white frosting cake, and "Flower of Carnage" plays in the background.
Sarin: What on earth...?
Yuki jumps out from behind the cake, dressed in her Phantasma Gloria costume, wielding a miniature Frost fan.
Yuki: Congratulations! You beat the first major boss! Holy shit, you look like shit!
Sarin: Yuki! Language!
Yoko: Boss? This isn't a video game!
Yuki brushes that off with a quick wave of her hand. She then drops her fan at the sight of Mr. Floppy.
Yuki: Mr…Floppy?
Yoko: He had been kidnapped by The Idolizer…Who was Makoto, by the way. From school. Mr. Floppy saved us.
Mr. Floppy: Good to see you too, Yuki-tan.
Yuki: …Whatever. It's time to celebrate!
Several minutes later...Yoko's stuffed with cake, Yuki's dancing exuberantly by herself, and Sarin yawns stretching out on a couch. Mr. Floppy watches.
Sarin: So, the Idolizer was Makoto all along. I knew that guy had a stalker streak in him.
Yoko: Oh well--burp--we're through with him now. That's one objective cleared.
Yuki: The other two?
Yoko: Confront Jinx once more and convince her to stop killing criminals.
Sarin: And meet...and defeat...the Engineer.
Yoko looks slightly down, so Sarin places a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Sarin: Don't worry, Yoko. We’ll--ACK!
Sarin collapses, clutching her temples. A small drop of blood falls from her right nostril. Yoko leaps to her feet, kneeling at Sarin's side, looking panicky.
Yoko: Sarin! What's wrong? Where does it hurt?
Sarin: Sorry...oof. It's just a headache, I get them sometimes.
Yuki: There's blood dripping from your nose.
Sarin: I'm sure the excitement of fighting the Idolizer is just catching up with me. Trust me, the pain's gone already. The wound probably opened back up.
She massages her temples tentatively. Yoko still looks worried, so Sarin jumps up and backflips to the bathroom.
Sarin: Gotta go, I'll be right back!
Yoko and Yuki stare at each other quizzically, blink, then resume partying.
Mr. Floppy: I think you need to clean up, Yoko. You should join your “friend” in there.
Yoko: A good idea. Do you mind, Yuki?
Yuki: Nah.
Yoko hops up and follows Sarin’s trail to the bathroom.
Mr. Floppy: We have a lot of catching up to do, Yuki-tan.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:41:37 GMT -5
Segment: Not such a nice surprise (Credit: Jake Cheng)
?: PRED!
Predator turns around to see his former rival and stablemate Jake Cheng running down the hallway at him.
Predator: What the fuck do you want, Cheng?
Jake: Woah, hostile much? I was wondering where the hell you are going. The PPV isn’t over and then afterward the stable.......
Predator: WHAT! Weren’t you just paying attention to the show?
Of course Jake was paying attention to the show. There was even a segment not to long ago that proved it.
Jake: Pred, you know I don’t read.....I mean WATCH the shows. I do read them....you know on...you know........those.....news sites.......
Predator gives Jake a weird look and Predator changes the subject.
Predator: I was fired.
Jake forces back a smile and tries to act sympathetic for his ex-stablemate.
Jake: We’ll talk to Ginger and get this straightened out, c’mon.
Jake tries to pull Predator away, but Predator pushes him away.
Predator: Ginger is way too busy now. There is nothing to do; I am out of ACW forever.
Jake: Well, don’t just leave. Wait till Omega Effect is over then we can talk to him. Until then, why don’t we get something to eat and you can tell me what happened.
Predator: Where? There is nothing to eat in the Corporate Room. That fat bitch Kiley ate everything.
Jake remembers that now, but also remembers that he must keep his mouth shut so he keeps his job and doesn’t end up like Predator.
Jake: We will go down to the cafeteria. They got all sorts...
Predator: We have a cafeteria?
Jake sighs but drags Predator down a hallway. Predator follows unknown to the terror and mayhem that is soon to come.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:42:10 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #46 (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
December 1st, 2005 Okinawa, Japan Outside Yoko's School
It's the day after the final battle with the Idolizer. Yuki and Sarin are hitting the streets for more celebratory shopping. Yoko, stuck at her school, walks languidly outside with long time friend Ayako Sachi.
Ayako: Hey, I haven't seen Makoto all day. Where is he?
Yoko blushes, thinking of a quick excuse.
Yoko: Uh, who knows? I'm just glad he's not here. He gave me the creeps.
Ayako: Yea, he looks like a stalker.
The word "stalker" sends shivers down Yoko's spine. Her paranoia flares up...how can Ayako associate stalker with Makoto? She shakes it off, knowing exactly what Sarin would say in this situation.
Sarin: Yoko you brew up conspiracy theories faster than I can breathe! Knock it off!
Grinning, Yoko returns from a pleasant day dream about Sarin to Ayako.
Yoko: Heehee, that's what I thought too. I'm just glad he's not stalking me!
They share a small laugh. In the midst of the jovial atmosphere, Yoko's communicator watch beeps a violent red.
Yoko: Argh, I gotta take this call. I'll see you tomorrow, Ayako! Call me if you need help on the homework from Mr. Hino!
Ayako: Of course! Have fun!
Yoko: Thanks!
As Yoko speeds off, concerned with whatever new plight has befallen the good city of Okinawa, a small smirk forms on Ayako's mouth, her eyes brimming with malice.
End Segment.
Next month in THE ADVENTURES OF FROST AND GATOGAL!
Following the defeat of the Idolizer, Sarin and Yoko still have much to accomplish! Including, tracking down the mysterious Jinx and combatting the villainous Engineer. And what exactly is up with Ayako? Be sure to pick up your copy in local comic book stores in July!
Letters to the Editors
We, the editors, are back with a fresh new bunch of letters. Let's see what our readers have cooked up, shall we?
Hey, when will Yuki go on Field Missions with Sarin and Yoko? She's waaaay too cool to leave behind. Give her some freaky superpowers and a rainbow gun, as per her name, Phantasma Gloria. I'd totally mark out and have a heart attack! From, No One Special
Dear No One Special, Yuki's role as computer operative is vital to the team. Frost and Gatogal couldn't function without her safe at home, advising them through their communicator watches. But, you never know! Yoko and Sarin were teaching her wrestling moves in an earlier issue, so Yuki might see some action yet!
Hello, long time fan and reader here! Way back in your earlier issues, Sarin received her magical "fan-arang" from a mysterious old woman named Yackle. But we haven't seen or heard from Yackle since! WTF? From, Yackle-Mark
Dear Yackle-Mark, We're very pleased our comics are so popular that even our minor characters have devoted marks. Don't worry, Yackle is far from gone. And if you look hard enough, you just *might* see her after all! Happy searching! ^_~
What's up guys? I'm SUCH a huge fan of this comic. It even beats Astonishing X-Men! I mean, Whedon is good, but why the hell would you make a cool character like Emma Frost evil? That's so lame! Keep up the good work, and make sure the Frost in THIS universe (my all time favorite character) stays on the good side! From, Frosty Man
Dear Frosty Man, We totally agree! Whedon's taken a dive since Buffy and Firefly. We tried to get the rights from Marvel to give Emma a prominent role in our series, but they wouldn't budge! Don't worry, we'll keep you posted, and we'll do everything we can to try to get Whedon off the series!
Heya, I'm Steve from Long Island, and you're comic really sucks. I'm a Jewish Conservative Overweight Born-Again Pro-Life Asian Indian Guy who cuts himself, and I'm totally offended by this comic.
Dear Steve from Long Island, We're sorry you're offended by our comic. However, I think people should know that YOU'RE NOT OUR TARGET AUDIENCE!
That's a wrap! Keep writing to us, it fuels our motivation to produce outstanding comics! We love you all!
Sincerely, The Editing Team.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:42:39 GMT -5
Segment: Why Did I Even Bother Making A New Segment? (Credit: Jake Cheng) Well, in that short time that it took to post this segment, Jake Cheng and Predator got to the cafeteria. Actually they got to a set of double doors that lead into the cafeteria, but it’s close enough. Predator is about to walk in, but Jake stops him with an outstretched arm.Predator: What the hell, I thought we were going in there. Jake: We are but umm...you need to leave your stuff out here. I’ll meet you inside. Jake jumps through the double doors and Predator sees some people on the other side of the door. Wait....was that a goat? No, it couldn’t be a goat. Predator takes off his bag and puts his suitcase down and enters into the cafeteria. Surprisingly there are a lot of people in there for there being a PPV view going on. But something doesn’t seem right, none of them are eating. Suddenly they all get up and gather around two people, facing Predator. One of the people they have flocked to was Jake Cheng. The other is none other than Stan the Cameraman. Yes, I know you all didn’t expect it, but yes, he is back. Behind them is just some really big guys who won’t do anything in this segment other than stand here as extras.Predator: What is this? Jake: It’s your going away party. Predator: Why would I celebrate leaving ACW? Stan: You aren’t celebrating, we are. Predator: Well....are we playing any games? Jake: Yes, in fact, we are. Stan, what are they again? Stan: First it’s pin the tail on the ass. Then we got musical chairs. And last but not least we will eat cake and play **** Predator: Sounds like fun. Jake and Stan laugh and Predator smiles an uneasy smile. He looks around but then frowns.Predator: Where is that donkey to play.... Jake: There is no donkey. It’s pin the tail on the ass. But we are playing with modified rules because we don’t have any tails, so we are just going to kick the ass. Jake lunges forward and knee’s Predator in the stomach, forcing him to bend over. Jake gets Pred in a head lock and many people line up to play “Kick the Ass.” Only 5 people are here to play the first game. First in line is...a goat? It’s the goat from last years Seven Deadly Sins that bit Predator and gave him rabies. Stan longs onto the goat’s leash as it turns around and does a powerful hind leg kick to Pred’s ass. He screams in pain.Jake: Next! Next up in line in the midget Davey Marvel. He steps up....wait, where did he go? He was here a second ago. I swear I saw him. Hopefully he will come back. So third in line is the Angelo Giovanni midget. Stan remembers him real well, when that very midget kicked him in the balls a year ago at Omega Effect I. Angelo, in traditional fashion, kicks Predator in the balls and runs around to Jake to collect his 20 bucks and leaves the cafeteria after putting a cigarette into his mouth.
Next up steps up a midget Hunter and winds up for a kick, but then a shot is heard. A red shots appears on the shirt of Hunter. Midget Hunter falls to the floor and the camera turns to show Stan holding a paintball gun. The camera goes back to midget Hunter who was carried off.Stan: That’s what you get for trying to kill me off. All right. Somehow Predator has broken out of Jake’s headlock. The last person comes up to play is Stephen Harper. Sure, some of you won’t know who he is, so I’ll tell you. He is the Prime Minister of that very important country that makes maple syrup and plays hockey, but still manages to lose the Stanley Cup. And in my opinion, Vermont makes better syrup than Canada.
So that Prime Minister President guy kicks Predator in the ass, because everyone in politics is good at that. Oh, maybe that is kissing ass, my apologizes. (Senator, who are an exception ) Jake releases the headlock and Predator stands back up. Jake: Ok, now its time for musical chairs. Bring out the music. Out of a crowd comes James Blunt with his acoustic guitar. HE sits on a stool and starts to play. Everyone else grabs steel chairs and waits for the opportunity to play this new version of musical chairs. the first chair shot is made, but it isn’t against Predator. James Blunt falls to the floor and David Bowie takes his place on the stool. A band comes up behind him and starts the beginning to Under Pressure. Fort Minor and Styles of Beyond, who already preformed Jake’s theme tonight, join him in the backup vocals.
Jake makes the first shot on Predator, and Stan with one to the back of his head. predator is dazed but hasn’t fallen down yet. In comes midget Davey Marvel, finally showing up, and hits Predator in the knee, now being the former Entertainment Champion down. They leave him there as they rock out to David Bowie for the next couple of minutes. They finish up, sign some autographs, Jake and Stan talk with Fort Minor and they all leave, so just Stan and Jake and Predator in the ACW Cafeteria. Pred is the only one of them not standing.Jake: Sorry Pred, no cake today, but I did get you a surprise. He’s right over there. The double doors open and in walks another former Entertainment Champion. He walks across the cafeteria and shakes Jake’s hand.Jake: He’s your replacement. I’m sure you two have met before. Predator meet Rawt. Rawt “The Crippler” Ross, the newest member of the Corporate Alliance, is a very impatient person. Without hesitation he picks up Predator and hits a bomb drop. High fives all around. Then Jake nods to Stan. They pick Predator and bring him to the back exit. Rawt gets his bags.
They bring him to the loading dock and throw him into the back of a truck along with all of his stuff, shut and lock the door, and tap on the back to tell the driver to go. The truck drives away and Jake, Rawt and Stan wave good-bye before walking back inside.
He will always be remembered as a legend, Predator. Sure, he pissed people off, but you have to do that stuff to be remembered in ACW. I mean look at Rid....Bla......Bo.... Anthe.......well you get the point so I won’t give names. But he won’t be a legend just quite yet, just wait until he comes back....
Fade OutOOC DISCLAIMER: This segment was written entirely in character. Sure, Pred and I fought in the past, but that was over and I wrote this because I had writers block and was given permission to. If this was written out of pure hate, it would have been much longer and maybe then I would have taken Dan or Rob’s advise to throw Pred into a burning dumpster or cut off his finger or something. Pred, when you come back, we need to have a sick follow up feud or something.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:43:56 GMT -5
Match 13: ACW World Title Match Victor "Latino" Laureano vs. Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune It’s been a long journey to Omega Effect for the superstars of ACW. It always has been thus, and always shall be so for those few who have the skill and the good fortune to find themselves upon such a road, and the tenacity and courage to travel on it to its end.
The vast majority of these people have approached their destination from opposite directions, their trip a solitary one and their goal theirs alone. The fireworks when they finally encountered their chosen or destined rivals have been spectacular enough to live long in the memory of all those who have come to bear witness to them…
And yet, there remains one more journey to be completed, a journey which in itself is just a tiny part of a much longer, much harder and even more wonderful path. The two people who are about to enter the arena have traveled side by side over ground that has been by turns smooth and rocky, even and steep, sometimes close together and sometimes a distance apart… but always within each other’s sight and sphere. Each knows what the other gave and suffered and sacrificed to make it this far…
…and they also know that there is only room for one at the summit of this final climb. It’s time for the final ascent…
This is the latest chapter in the tale of the ACW World Championship.
And it is also a story about something else entirely…
The crowd, which has been stupendous all evening, cheers with fresh vigor as Philip enters the ring, and then falls almost to silence as he begins to speak.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have finally reached tonight’s main event, and it is an intergender match for the ACW World Championship with no time limit.The fans cheer, and Philip smiles, silently counting down in his head until the lighting switches to passionate reds and yellows, and a single phrase unleashes a mighty surge of sound…“OOOOOOOOOOH, LAAAATIII-NOOO! ”Oye” kicks in, and the noise just keeps building as Philip turns his mic volume to maximum.Philip: Introducing first, the challenger… from New York City, he is the joint winner of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale and #1 contender tonight for the ACW World Title… Victor “Latino” Laureano!The crowd makes an extraordinary sound as Latino walks out on to the stage. He is dressed in a new and striking set of tights in a Puerto Rican flag design, and neither desires nor needs any further ornamentation to his entrance.
As he walks down the ramp, fans in the crowd hold up a large number of Puerto Rican flags of their own, both drawn and in fabric; Latino smiles with great pleasure at the display, and picks out a particularly well made example to take hold of and show off to the cameras and the crowd at large. He then gives this back to the stunned and thrilled youngster that made it, and walks to ringside, shaking hands with the timekeeping staff and the announcers before entering the ring itself.Maxwell McNally: Here he is, the Latin King in all his glory. I keep thinking the fans here tonight can’t get any more enthusiastic, and every time I’m proved wrong…”Fast” Eddie Edison: An amazing amount of support for Latino here, Max. I was pumped up for this long before tonight, but now… I’ve got chills down my spine!Latino gets up on a couple of the turnbuckles. He smiles warmly, but has a hint of a faraway look in his eyes that shows he’s already mentally primed for the match itself, and he takes up a calm stance a few feet away from Philip.
The fans show little sign of slowing down themselves, so the boys in the booth simply drop the lights and cue in the opening chords of “Fly”, much to the delight of all those in the arena.Philip: And his opponent… from London, England, she is the defending ACW World Champion… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!The noise continues to be all-encompassing as AK comes out; like Latino, she has customized her attire with the addition of some subtle holographic silver panels so that the lights bounce off and create a myriad of rainbow colours. The fans hold up some more excellent artwork, and the cameras capture a few for posterity as AK comes down to ringside, taking her time so that the crowd has a chance to see her properly.
She too circles around the ring to greet the assembled crew and staff before entering the ring, and poses with the title as cameras flash all around.Edison: Well, I wouldn’t like to say who’s crowd favorite at the moment. A huge response for the champion here.McNally: I think it’ll depend on how the match goes as to whether the crowd takes sides, Eddie. But I’ll stake my reputation on the fact that this match is going to be exceptional even by ACW standards.As Philip leaves the ring, head referee Raymond Allen Fleming enters it, and takes the title belt from AK. He holds it up, and the fans pop for the enforcer of ACW “law”; RAF hands the belt over to an assistant from the timekeeper’s corner, and then returns to carry out his required checks. AK disposes of her extra clothing, and as she returns to the centre of the ring, Latino extends his hand. AK smiles, and the pair shake in a professional manner.McNally: Here we go then folks, all domestic baggage has been left in the back, and it’s time for these superstars to go to work.Edison: Cool. I’m punching my time card too, let’s go Fleming!RAF is indeed satisfied with affairs, which means there is only one course of action remaining…Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:47:28 GMT -5
The roar of the fans at the sound of the bell seems to spur AK and Latino forward, and they launch at one another into a grapple without pause. With enough energy between them at the start of this match to operate the Vegas illuminations, this first foray results in Latino getting the best of things and lifting AK into a neat suplex after a few seconds. However, AK barely seems to have touched the mat before she’s up on her feet and Latino is the slower to rise so that AK is ready and waiting to whip him into the nearside ropes, and this momentum assists her in delivering a strong suplex of her own in kind. Latino grimaces for a fraction of a second, but uses the motion that he has practiced and perfected for his Three Shots sequence to get back up with a minimum of delay, and the crowd continues to cheer as he shifts into his distinct shuffling jabs. AK takes a couple of clean punches before solidifying her defenses, and keeps her arms up whilst forcing Latino to accept a tradeoff of one stiff kick to the midsection for each of his blows thereafter.
McNally: It’s well and truly on ladies and gentlemen, and I’m sure you can tell that the balance of power between these two is exceptionally even.
Edison: This certainly isn’t going to be a five minute wonder… it’s going to take a lot of work before either of them lets a serious hit get through.
Sensing that the exchange isn’t one that will ultimately profit him, Latino changes tactics and switches into a strong and fast elbow that momentarily stuns AK. Showing off his speed, Latino slips around behind her and performs a release German suplex; AK thumps on to the canvas and jumps back up, only to find Latino suddenly swinging at her with an early attempt at a superkick. She bridges back so that Latino misses and carries it over into a handstand, holds this for a second for effect and then brings her feet down to kick off into a standing, flipping dropkick. She plants her boots against Latino’s chest as he turns, sending him backward, but Latino also rolls on landing so that the pair end up poised on the mat on opposite sides of the ring, facing one another.
Edison: A great show of physical flexibility by both participants, there.
The crowd is starting to settle, and the first flush of exuberance gives way to a slower and more cautious pace. The two competitors stand and approach one another, circling with arms raised and trying to read their opponent; their movements seem to fall into similar rhythm, so that when one takes a step forward or back, the other does the same with such a small delay that it’s almost like mind-reading. But this hardly comes as a surprise to most of those watching, for who hasn’t subconsciously found themselves mirroring the gestures, or even the tone of voice, of someone they’re especially close to?
Under normal circumstances, this tendency fosters closeness and possibly a warm sense of amusement; in the wrestling ring, however, it makes surprising your foe considerably trickier than it already is. AK is the one who decides to move first, and makes it perfectly clear that she’s not simply going to sit back and adopt a defensive strategy; she leads with a kick to the ribs which Latino sidesteps, and AK correctly guesses this and switches to forearm blows, trading off her weaker upper body strength for the fact that Latino won’t anticipate the attack. It works for a few seconds, and Latino starts to take a few steps back – but then the Latin King rallies and punishes AK for her audaciousness by showing her exactly how it should be done, belting out three swift jabs and then a mighty discus lariat to send her on to the mat. The crowd cheers – or rather, most of them do; a few women close to the front voice their disapproval (albeit in a friendly manner), and this gives Latino an idea. Grinning, he slaps his chest in a macho fashion, and gets the male contingent of the audience to cheer in response.
McNally: Heh, now that’s what you call “manliness” with a capital MAN! [/color]
AK, of course, isn’t simply going to stand for that; she nips back on to her feet, and as Latino takes a run at her she raises her arms as if to defend before lightly jumping aside at the last second, and pushing Latino forward on to the mat face first with a boot to his behind, which makes the women in the crowd all shout out themselves.
Edison: Woooo! You go, girl!
McNally: Eh? What was that?
Edison: Err… I guess I’m just in touch with my feminine side, Max…
With a highly aggrieved look, Latino leaps back to his feet and stamps his foot at this challenge to his “male superiority”; he fires up the male fans, as AK puts a hand on her hips and then struts, whipping up the females in the same manner. The noise gets incredibly loud as Latino and AK draw close, and then burst forth into a blazing mix of punches and kicks; they hammer at one another until it looks as if one must give way, and then out of the blue Latino finds the power to lift AK up into a stalling suplex. He brings her down, but as he does so AK has enough presence of mind to throw her weight into a twist so that she flips the pair of them over and forces Latino to share the impact. The fans applaud, and AK pushes Latino over to sneak in a pin attempt, as RAF slides in and counts 1-
Edison: Whoa! Super-fast kickout from Latino!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:48:23 GMT -5
The first real pin of the match seems to alter the atmosphere in the arena a little; Latino springs back to his feet, and there is a fresh aggression in his strikes as he hits AK with a couple of choice punches. AK ducks under the third and whips Latino against the ropes, and this time Latino makes a better fist of things, bouncing back and using his weight to knock AK down with a clothesline.
McNally: Latino’s coming on strong once again… you can almost feel the heat of desire radiating from that ring right now.
As hot as Latino’s passion is, AK is just the sort of woman to fight fire with fire. As Latino drops into a cover, she throws her arm up at the 1.5 mark and whacks Latino across the face with the back of her hand. There is an audible “Ooooh” from the fans in the front as AK pulls herself out from the pin, and getting on one knee she applies a headlock to Latino as the pair of them are getting up. Knowing she lacks the strength to hold her foe for long, AK makes the most she can of the situation and knees Latino repeatedly until he wrenches himself free.
The look that passes between the pair of them is certainly not hateful or vicious, but it’s evident that their competitive sides are coming increasingly to the fore. Every relationship is in a constant state of flux, sometimes one person gets their way, sometimes they have to give ground. But the battlefield is never static. To stand still is to let your bond calcify and grow weak…
The force that is being used is slowly increasing; AK turns aside an elbow from Latino to counter into an arm wrench and hook kick that is highly echoing of Sarin Rossi’s style, and just as powerful. Latino is slightly dazed, but comes back with an axehandle smash that makes AK stagger, and then runs to the ropes to jump off the second into a double leg takedown. The crowd pops, and Latino builds on this with mounted punches; it’s a curiously double-edged scene to watch which seems to have a tinge of voyeurism about it. Fortunately, AK shows that she’s no “battered spouse” by getting her knees up and clamping Latino about the waist, and putting a big effort into throwing her upper body forward and her legs back so that in an instant the situation is reversed. Instead of punching AK tries to press Latino to the mat, and RAF counts a 1.5 before Latino breaks free and the pair roll themselves apart.
Edison: It’s getting tighter and more serious now, Max.
McNally: Indeed, no one can say that either of these two has anything other than victory on their mind here…
As AK rises, she is unaware that she is perilously close to the ropes. It’s too good a chance for Latino to pass up, and he puts a lot of energy into charging AK down before she has a chance to prepare herself. The Latin King demonstrates just how he managed to earn this matchup in the first place with a textbook over-the-top clothesline that sends AK tumbling on to the outside mats. Without pausing, Latino raises his arms and then performs the Pitbull’s Pounce between the middle and top ropes, and brings AK down hard just as she’s found her feet after her initial exit of the ring. The crowd roars in delight at the spectacular move.
McNally: Truly, no one makes better capital out of an opponent on the outside than Latino does…
AK is a little dizzy from the landing, and starting to feel a few aches from the match so far, but she’s not about to let Latino develop a significant advantage over her. She strikes with a couple of sharp rib kicks to derail his next attack, and then hops on to the apron to create some extra elevation as she uses a flying headscissors. The throw itself isn’t devastating, but it carries Latino into the security barriers with a thud, and the fans closest drape themselves over it to try and see what’s going on.
Edison: Ow, that can’t have been a positive experience!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:49:15 GMT -5
The sound of RAF shouting out “five!” reaches AK’s ears as Latino grabs the rim of the barrier and pulls himself up. AK isn’t afraid to move close once again, and the fans on this side of the ring get a close-up view of the action. The fight tracks its way around to the side where the announcers are stationed, and Latino gets AK caught between himself and the desk so that he can deliver a series of jabs. Realising she’s in a tight spot, AK leans back on the desk and rolls over so that she lands behind it next to the commentators’ seats.
Edison: Hey look Max, it’s been a little while since I had a beautiful lady fall at my feet!
Latino is already approaching from the opposite side of the desk as AK pulls herself up; she jumps on to the table, scattering the notes made by the announce team, and Latino does the same to cut her off. As they exchange blows, RAF bellows “EIGHT!” at them; realizing he needs to get the match back into the ring, Latino lifts AK up into a fireman’s carry and then amazes everyone by jumping clear across the gap from the table to the ring. He drops AK over the ropes on the call of “NINE!” and then nips along to the corner post; the crowd senses something big, and there is a great yell from the fans as Latino leaps into his Frogsplash.
McNally: Huge, HUGE move from Latino! Here comes the pin!
RAF drops and counts as Latino makes the cover, 1…..2…-
Edison: Away just after the 2 count! That might win you an ordinary match, Latino, but not this one.
To be truthful, Latino doesn’t look all that surprised at the outcome of the pin; but he is certainly not losing hope, and the momentum of the match appears to be with him… a fact that is certainly not lost on AK. There is a moment when she seems to experience a mixture of emotions, and the expression on her face as she sees Latino pulling himself up to his feet with a shortness of breath that hints at the fatigue which is just starting to gnaw inside is one of a torn conscience.
How can it be right, to cause pain to those we treasure above all things? And yet we do so every day, with a hundred misplaced words, or neglected minor tasks… just as we are wounded in our turn. If love is a rose garden, its thorns leave their marks…
It lasts for no more than a second or so, however, and then AK is back on-message, ready to dig deeper and find a way back to the front of this race for gold.
The fans are being drawn deeper and deeper into this battle of wits; some of them even flinch in sympathy with those before them as AK and Latino once again move close and trade blows. This lasts for a only a few seconds, however, as Latino goes for a whip on AK to the ropes; but AK reverses it, and upon Latino’s return she uses her “Spin the Bottle” to send him careering powerfully into one of the corners.
Edison: Sheesh, I bet that one hurt!
AK charges in with a shoulder tackle, and then gets up on to the second rope for one of her patented guillotine kicks. The fans cry out as Latino becomes dazed, but he has the strength to lash out with a punch that forces AK to move back. Latino comes out of the corner unsteadily, and AK runs in, grabs him around the head and-
McNally: Fox Flip! Fox Fli- no, counter, countered into a neckbreaker!
Edison: Daaannnngerouuuss!
The landing hurts both Latino and AK, but Latino comes off the better; his familiarity with AK’s favoured moves is now coming into its own.
To let someone know you, understand you… that’s always a risk. That kind of information can be welded and then wielded as a fearsome weapon against us, if a situation turns sour… can it be any wonder that love doesn’t always come naturally to us?
AK looks badly dazed, and struggles back to her feet; Latino can sense a real chance here, and he dashes forward going for his spinning jawbreaker. But what applies one way usually applies the other where this pair are concerned…
Edison: Wooooah! Atomic counters the jawbreaker into a tilt-a-whirl slam! And a cover, 1…..2-
Latino kicks out powerfully, but there is a slight sense of things slowing just a little as both he and AK get back up. The fans are loving the intense exchanges, and chants start to be heard for both competitors, the crowd almost competing within itself over who it ought to favour. AK and Latino are of course too focused to notice this in any great detail; AK runs to the ropes and rebounds into an enziguri, but Latino dodges it and as AK lands from her jump with her back to him Latino quickly uses a bridging German suplex for an opportunistic pin. RAF makes the count, 1…2- AK kicks free and rolls out, and while Latino is still in a kneeling position she swings herself over his back and applies her Camel Clutch. Latino’s fans start to shout and yell, and Latino’s expression toughens up; having gone for the move on the spur of the moment AK hasn’t positioned it well and Latino is only a short distance from the ropes. Nonetheless she makes him work to reach them, and her smile is regaining in confidence as RAF instructs them to break.
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