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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:50:20 GMT -5
Anyone who’s been in the wrestling business more than two minutes will tell you that more than half of any battle is getting a mental edge on your foe, and making them believe that you’re the stronger, the smarter or the more skillful of the two of you, and preferably all three of these. With a good 25 minutes now elapsed and the match showing no signs of loosening up, Latino gets a thoughtful expression on his face. Instead of coming toward AK with the intent to brawl, he holds his hands up, offering a grapple. The pair know each other far too well to be deceived and AK senses no ulterior motive, so she too holds her hands up and the pair connect. There is a fine moment where energy seems to flow between them as if someone just flipped a switch…
…and then they close up and compete for control, shifting their grip and trying to outsmart one another. Latino makes the breakthrough first and again capitalizes on AK’s lack of size, lifting her up into a stalling suplex for a second time, but AK destabilizes it and instead of being slammed down she drops so that the pair are bridged back to back. AK twists the pair of them around suddenly has the position for a Fisherman’s suplex; the crowd pops at this and AK goes for the lift, but Latino writhes and prevents it, before reversing once again into a Northern Lights variation. He gets AK into a 90 degree position, only to have AK kick back down, and reverse it once again to up the ante and go for a stalling brainbuster…
McNally: Holy pancakes, counter upon counter here!
…and she gets Latino almost to the vertical before Latino finds the strength to turn the momentum back and drop back into the grapple position. He’s already shifting his hold as he falls, so that at the second his feet touch the mat he is able to send the energy back the other way into his own lift, and finally succeeds in delivering a suplex to AK. But not just any suplex… he holds on and twists his hips, and now the fans are up on their feet as Latino forces his way back on to his.
Edison: He’s going for the Three Shots!
AK struggles against the second lift, but the crowd and momentum are now with Latino, and he performs the second with twice the power. The thump on the mat is extremely loud, and AK looks very groggy as Latino swings the pair of them back up and goes for the final suplex…
McNally: Could this be it? The moment Latino has strived for, for so long?
The noise is massive as Latino lifts AK up… and then shoots off the charts as AK reverses it back at the last possible second, and performs a desperation counter into a sheer drop brainbuster that leaves both of them spread-eagled on the mat. The crowd goes bonkers, and RAF starts a 10 count-
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
Slowly, the two competitors roll over and get up, so that by the count of 7 they are both back on their feet. A slight pause develops; Latino gives a smile tempered by his growing fatigue, and AK smiles back at him. Somehow, they both know that there’s a way to go yet, and now they’re skirting the edge of uncharted territory.
Latino shakes his shoulders a little, and the crowd cheers; AK pretends to check her watch, but the sparkle in her eyes shows that she’s just as enamored with the antics of the Latin King as everyone else. The two superstars take a few steps closer to one another, and circle slowly, looking one another up and down; the ambience is quite unlike anything that one would normally experience during a wrestling match.
Alicia and Victor are struck with the same thought at the same time, of just how mesmerizing and fit and gorgeous their “other half” looks at this moment, even considering the toll taken by the match so far. How often do couples take one another a little for granted, and how many are given the chance to rediscover that first, heady blaze of attraction and passion? It’s a precious moment, and they both know it…
…but more pressing issues must soon take precedence, and in a second the pair close the gap between them and tie up again. AK is a little quicker this time, and pulls off a quick DDT. She dives in for the cover, and RAF makes the count, 1….2...- Latino kicks out just before the 2.5, and then springs his next little surprise by shifting around and pushing AK over so he can apply an old favorite.
McNally: Latino using the Indian Deathlock, I think we all remember this one.
Edison: Yeah, and Atomic doesn’t look all that pleased about it…
The crowd is split once again, with the males in the audience cheering Latino on while the ladies all urge AK to resist. Feeling the pressure of the move, AK struggles and then starts to berate Latino; Latino argues back, and though the precise nature of the dispute can’t be heard, most people can take a guess at its nature.
Edison: So, how many months without a legover do you think Latino’s on course for here, Max?
McNally: I’d say we’ll be counting in Ice Ages if this goes on much longer…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:52:12 GMT -5
RAF keeps a close eye on the situation, and after close to a minute AK pools the strength to wrest herself from Latino’s grasp. Still clearly a bit miffed, she nips back on her feet and smacks Latino with a few kicks to the ribs, and then whips him hard into the corner. The crowd yells as AK rushes in, going for the Liger Kick, but Latino slips aside and AK ends up doing a headstand in the corner. At once, Latino grasps her ankles and puts her into a tree of woe position; he too is still riled from their previous argument and puts a touch of spite into his kicks to AK’s abdomen.
Stifling a cry of pain from the blows, AK flails about and by some means manages to connect her fist with Latino’s groin area. Latino is put off for a few seconds, and AK rights herself into a sitting position on the turnbuckle. She spins around and gets on her feet in a single smooth movement, and the crowd roars as she takes a run along the rope and then jumps off into a savage enziguri. Latino topples, and AK drops both knees on to his chest, but Latino swings up a leg and whacks AK in the back in response. Both now look to be in some pain, and they glare at one another as they rise and clash in the centre of the ring, charging their blows with a mix of anger and frustration.
Anyone who tells you that they never argue or fight with their partner is either lying, or doesn’t truly have a relationship with that person… sometimes it’s a minor thing that escalates, and sometimes we allow ourselves to take out our bad feelings from other parts of our lives on the one person who is prepared to be around not only when we’re at our best, but at our worst. And it’s only when we understand why they endure this, and fight back, and scream and shout in tandem, that we realize how special they are…
Latino’s hot temper gives him a slight edge on AK, and he slips in an uppercut through her defenses that makes her stagger and leaves her open to attack. The crowd shouts out, and Latino responds with a swift powerbomb that leads directly into a pin. RAF calls it, 1….2…- AK gets her shoulder up, and as she rolls herself free she winces and puts a hand to the base of her spine as if something got jarred in the landing. Latino’s mood changes at once, and a look of concern flickers across his face; it’s not the first time in this match he’s questioned himself internally, and it certainly won’t be the last. AK is unaware of this, of course, and quickly pulls herself together to take up a fighting stance; seeing this reassures Latino and the petulant tone of the match is dissipated, much to the quiet relief of those involved.
There is potential for the match to stall at this point, but fortunately the ACW fans are still finding the energy to chant and cheer, and Latino catches sight of a fan who has already (and ambitiously) purchased a replica World Title belt with Latino’s name on it. Whatever else is passing through Latino’s mind, his 2 year quest to obtain the brightest prize on offer is well to the fore, and he is freshly motivated to go forth and do whatever is required to pick up the victory. He has a renewed spring in his step as he launches into a series of jabs at AK; the crowd is getting excited, and they cheer louder and louder as Latino uses a roundhouse kick to knock AK down. The fans yell “ORALE!” and Latino grins, shimmying and getting the entire arena worked up into a frenzy. AK smiles too, but for a double purpose; as much as she delights to see Latino on form, she can feel her second flush of energy rising, and sparks practically fly off as she jumps up, runs to the ropes and bounces off toward her opponent.
Edison: Hey, did someone just up the voltage in here, or is it just me?
McNally: I sense a “gold rush” from these two…
Latino charges, and for a moment it looks like there will be a nasty pile-up; but AK gets one hand to Latino’s shoulder and flips herself up, placing the other on Latino’s head and spinning herself around 180 degrees before kicking off and landing feet-first on the floor. The crowd yells out for the flashy move, and Latino turns around straight into one of AK’s Gamengiri kicks that winds up with both of them on the mat. AK scrambles to pin as the crowd gets incredibly hyped, but Latino kicks out at the 2 mark and springs back to his feet. AK’s not exactly sluggish, but Latino is still able to bust out a release Northern Lights suplex, and he also makes a pin attempt getting slightly more than a 2.
Edison: Is there no end to the energy of these two? I’m getting tired just watching it!
The crowd is being carried along by the impetus of this match, and they all lean forward in their seats as Latino continues to press his case; he whips AK into the corner and goes to work with a series of chops, accompanied by the obligatory “Wooooo!” sounds from the crowd. AK starts to move up the turnbuckle to try and get a better position, but Latino climbs with her, and as they each get a foot to the top turnbuckle, Latino uses a swift forearm to AK’s forehead to distract her as he swings himself around so he is standing behind her on the post.
McNally: Uh oh, this looks like it’s going to be-
Edison: Go on, go on, do it!
The crowd is roaring like a stormy ocean as AK turns; Latino delivers a couple more punches, and then signals the Rican Senasation from the top. He hooks up around the waist, and then goes for the throw… but as he commits fully to the move, AK puts everything she can into creating a spin as they fall, and-
Edison: Hooooly Cow!
-the net result is that both take a massive impact on to the outside mats. The crowd goes nuts and RAF slides out of the ring to see if either competitor can continue; the camera captures a shot of Latino and AK both lying in a daze on the floor, but RAF gets close and asks them both if they’re ok and gets a nod or thumbs-up in response. There is a big cheer and a lot of relieved faces as AK and Latino use whatever’s closest to hand to help themselves up, but now everyone can sense that a threshold has been crossed. Both participants are still in this match, but for how much longer they can continue to stand the pace and the pressure is anyone’s guess. It hardly seems as if it can be for long…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:52:37 GMT -5
RAF starts a 10 count as Latino moves toward AK; his chest is visibly seen to heave now as he strives to get fresh oxygen into his muscles and relieve the acid burn that’s building up in them. AK seems to sense his momentary weakness, though, and digs deep to throw a couple of chops that destabilize her opponent. As much as she doesn’t want to risk any permanent damage, AK knows that she has a chance here to effectively exhaust Latino’s store of strength and resolve, and she is determined to give him the very best she has in her regardless of what outcome that eventually leads to.
In the second or two that Latino is distracted, AK swings him as hard as she can into the barrier at ringside; the fans cry out and crane to have a look, but then all have to get out of the way sharply as AK gets up on the lip of the barrier and performs a lovely moonsault on to her opponent. Latino gasps at the impact, and AK notes RAF’s call of “Five!” back in the ring; she rolls back inside momentarily to reset the count, as it’s unspoken and yet eminently clear that nothing but a clean victory will do for either of them. As she gets her feet back to the outside, however… she finds herself confronted with a speeding arm, and the crowd reacts loudly as Latino sends AK sideways with a discus lariat. AK instinctively gets on the apron, looking for height, but Latino reads her perfectly and jumps up with her almost in sync. The fans yell themselves close to hoarse as Latino thunders along the apron, leaps, and connects with his spinning jawbreaker; the SMACK of the pair of them hitting the deck is agonizing.
McNally: Oh my god, that impact…
Edison: This might be all over, Max, that had “KO” written all over it.
Latino has quite possibly had the same thought; as he pulls himself up into a kneeling position he simply has to check and see if AK’s still conscious. Her eyelids flicker rapidly, but at his touch she stirs and groggily waves him off with a hand. Latino’s expression sets into one of purposeful determination, and he hauls himself to his feet and then rolls AK back into the ring. He sets her a precise distance from the corner…
McNally: I think we all know where this is heading!
The fans are now close to going completely berserk as Latino raises his arms, takes a deep breath, and leaps.
Part of him is convinced until the moment he lands that AK will roll aside, but she doesn’t. He stays in position and hooks the leg, mind blank, everything focused on the sound of RAF’s hand and voice…
1…
McNally: This is it!
2…
Edison: New Champ! New Champ!
THR-
AK’s arm is thrust in the air, and the building’s roof almost shifts on its moorings at the blast of sound. Latino lets his head drop…
He should have known it, known it from the start. How many times has he watched her in the ring, logic telling him and everyone else that it couldn’t be done this time, only for a small but strong voice inside to say, “Wait. She’ll find a way.”
And she does… when it really matters, she does. It’s just one of the thousand things that makes his heart sing when she looks in his direction, or he hears her humming to herself in the shower, or doing pretty much anything. He wants to laugh, he wants to cry, above all right now he just wants this over and done with. He’s only delaying the inevitable.
And yet… he can hear that voice again now. But it’s not quite the same…
This time it’s whispering, You’ll find a way.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:53:19 GMT -5
Time seems to be something AK is having trouble keeping tabs on at this precise moment. She has no idea how long exactly it takes her to get up, only that Latino is up on his feet a fraction earlier. She sees him coming at her, and manages to bring him down with an armdrag; Latino rolls through and reaches the opposite ropes and bounces off of them, coming back for an encore. AK uses an armdrag again, and this time Latino holds on and takes her over himself in a second revolution; he tries to turn this into a roll-up, but AK counters it again and rolls the pair of them through to escape. As she comes to a standing position she has only a second or so to reach as Latino throws himself into a spear, and AK dodges by millimeters so that Latino jars himself violently against the post. Leaning forward with her hands resting on her thighs and trying to get her breath back, AK watches as Latino screws up his eyes in pain to his shoulder, but valiantly starts to pull himself free.
”Look at him… just look at what you’re doing. How can you possibly justify it? Hasn’t he suffered enough?”
AK feels split down the middle; her competitive side, AK the superstar, is being torn off a strip by AK the lover and wife.
“He’s worked so fucking hard for this! No one’s going to call you weak, EVERYTHING bloody hurts and will do for days, so why can’t you just stay down?”
“Because that would be the easy and shallow choice”, she replies to herself, “and he wouldn’t thank me for it. Win or lose… we both need to know that we couldn’t have done any more. Otherwise, all this will have been for nothing…”
She sees him rise, tired and in increasing pain, but the will to win is still alive in his eyes, and at that moment she feels very humbled. She wants to rush over and hold him and tell him how greatly she has always been in awe of his spirit… and sees that there is only one way in this situation that she can express this clearly…
AK dashes across the ring as fast as her weakening legs will carry her, and throws herself into a Liger Kick of unparalleled velocity. The crowd is stunned and their reaction is enormous as Latino slumps in front of the post. AK drags herself on to the top of it, wearily raises her arms, and then takes off into her Ground Zero; cameras flash in a blaze of light, and AK connects with maximum force. She makes the pin, and the entire crowd seems to hold its breath,
1…
2..
Edison: KICKOUT! KICKOUT! THE DREAM IS STILL ALIVE FOR THE LATIN KING!
Quite frankly, aliens could be landing all over planet earth, and still nothing would distract the crowd from this match now; it may not be the longest, or most brutal, or highest-staked, or technically spectacular of the evening, but the sheer emotional force of the situation now is so strong that some of the audience have their heads in their hands, others are screaming at the top of their lungs, and still more have gone completely quiet, trying to comprehend just what must be going on in the heads of the two people in the ring. With both AK and Latino still down after the pin, RAF prepares to start a 10 count, but they separate and use different sets of ropes to pull themselves to their feet. Though neither looks as if they will collapse on the spot, the physical and mental pressure is weighing heavily on them. But still they refuse to give up…
Latino is running now on a fusion of willpower and adrenaline as he charges AK down; AK jumps aside and sticks out a foot to trip him, but Latino jumps over it and hits AK with another huge lariat. AK staggers and flails her arms to stay upright, and Latino goes right for the heart of the matter as he gets behind her and applies a cobra clutch.
McNally: La Puta Driver! This is going to be-
But even as McNally shouts into his mic and Latino goes for the lift, AK thrashes her arms free in a single wrenching movement, reaches behind her, and
Edison: OOOOOOOOH MY LAWD! DAAANNNNNNGEERROOUSS!
McNally: SWITCHBLADE! SHE REVERSED IT INTO LATINO’S OWN SWITCHBLADE CUT!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:54:02 GMT -5
The fans are just about losing it completely now; AK throws herself into the pin and RAF practically slams himself down as he makes the count,
1…
2…
THRE- NO!
The crowd just continues to go mental as Latino gets his shoulder up off the mat, and AK shakes her head in wonder; she truly thought that would seal it.
He can’t remember a time when he was more tired… but Latino feels great joy at that moment, both for having beaten the count, and for finally believing absolutely that AK isn’t holding back anything against him. He scorns himself for ever doubting her, and his own doubts try to resurface… but he pushes them back down, and forces himself to stand. He realizes all too well that he’s almost at the absolute end of his endurance, but there is still more, just a little more, he can give…
Drawing up the absolute last of their reserves, AK and Latino race one more time to be the first on their feet; AK makes it first, and throws everything into a head-shattering EMP. Latino sees the flash of white, and bends back – and AK misses by the tiniest of margins. Latino makes a grab for her, going for a Switchblade Cut of his own, but AK slips past him and gets to the ropes. She richochets off, aiming for a Harley Race Knee to pave the way for a decisive hit-
-but Latino, the master of adaption, grabs her ankle as he dodges, and swings her down to the ground…
Edison: Look! LOOK!
McNally: Sweet Lord above, he’s got her in the Catch-22!
AK’s eyes are forced wide open by the pain as Latino cranks in the pressure on her ankle; the fans probably won’t be able to speak for a week after tonight but somehow they find the voice to roar their support. A chant of “LA-TI-NO! LA-TI-NO!” starts to take over, but AK’s supporters come back with a yell of their own and the result is pandemonium. Fists clenched and shuddering from the overall effects, AK fights with all her willpower to hang on, but the pain and fatigue is becoming overwhelming…
With her eyes on the ropes ahead, or held tight shut, AK can’t see Latino. But she can feel a slight shake in his grip…
She presses her hands to the mat and shakes her head; Latino ups the pressure to maximum, but doing so hurts him mentally as much as it does AK physically.
The side of him that is not the wrestling legend is bellowing at him in Spanish, and furiously telling him to stop doing this to the woman he loves. Latino shakes his own head; he knows it’s not what she would desire, and he can’t relinquish his dream, not like this… but the reality of what he’s doing rips into him like a razor blade, and he almost blacks out for a moment from sheer strain. He staggers a little, and AK claws her way closer to the ropes…
McNally: Jesus, I think Latino’s close to fainting…
Edison: Atomic’s about ready to go, too- one or both of these people is going to pass out any second now, if this doesn’t resolve quickly…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:55:13 GMT -5
AK’s mind is almost completely overwhelmed by pain; she is just a foot or so from the ropes, but it might as well be a mile. Her hand hovers, and she knows that tapping is the only sensible option… but she can’t bring herself to do it, there is still something within her that rebels, and with a final, huge lurch, she grabs the rope in front of her.
McNally: She made it, my God, I don’t believe it…
RAF tells Latino to release and he does so, slumping against the ropes and holding them with both hands to prevent himself from falling. AK rolls over, clutching her ankle…
Latino slides down to his knees, and lets go of the ropes; AK pulls herself into the same position, and they face one another. They see at the same moment that they both have cheeks wet and streak with a hot tear, bearing witness to how much they’ve both gone through. They lean on one another for support as they slowly, slowly stand…
AK (whispering): Victor?...
Latino (whispering): …Mami?
AK (whispering): You’re amazing… I love you, so much.
Latino (whispering): Yea… I love you, too.
It’s the simplest words that carry the greatest power; the crowd may not have overheard the exchange, but there is not a person in the entire arena that is not affected by the scene before them. AK and Latino lean on one another for a few more seconds, and then move slightly apart; they take a couple of steps in a miniature circle…
And then Latino throws a punch, and the crowd explodes with noise as AK responds with a swinging kick. The pair trade blows back and forth, running on energy from lord knows where, until Latino over-reaches with a punch. At once AK grabs his head and hits a huge facebreaker on to her knee; Latino reels, and AK launches her foot into a screaming EMP…
The match hangs on that split second. Just one centimeter separates Latino from a certain KO… but AK is just a fraction off her optimum speed, and she misses, the momentum taking her around so he has her back to Latino. Latino acts without even thinking… and turns away from her; he reaches behind him at the exact moment AK turns, and she had no time whatsoever to escape or counter.
Edison: DAAANNNNGGEEERROOOUUSSS!
McNally: Full Power Switchblade, a second time! Here comes the- what?
AK is down, but Latino isn’t pinning; instead, he staggers over to the corner and climbs up. He does not look back; as he turns, instead of the ring he looks directly up at the sky, and raises his arms up in a wide arc….
The sound of the crowd seems to recede from him as he tenses his legs, and jumps; he does not use the somersault into Last Night’s hangover, but rather goes for the frogsplash, the move he put his faith in right back at the start in his GFWWE days.
He remembers how miraculously close he came to winning the GFWWE title; in the stretched time of the jump, he wonders what would have happened if he had won it then. He’s certain a lot of things would have been different.
Perhaps not winning is sometimes a blessing in disguise… and he knows he wouldn’t have changed a thing given the choice. He’s mentally ready for the cold kiss of empty canvas…
…but this time, things are different.
AK almost blacks out from the Switchblade Cut; she vaguely remembers hitting the mat, and from there on in things are very hazy. She remembers the lights, and the ACW crowd yelling as only an ACW crowd can, and then a silhouette above her…
Her last thought before impact is that she’s not going to be able to move, she really has nothing left. And a flicker of a smile slides unseen across her face, for that is exactly the sort of ending she’d envisaged in daydreaming hopes for all of Latino’s title shots in the past…
The crowd’s scream as Latino connects the Frogsplash shakes the foundations of the ACW building. RAF slides in to make the count, but his experienced eye tells him that it’s academic. Latino just lies there, not completely aware of what’s going on…
1…
2…
3-
Until the bell rings, and a near riot almost breaks out amongst the delirious fanbase. Philip has to yell into his mic to officially confirm what everyone already knows.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner… and NEW ACW World Champion… Victor “Latino” Laureano!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 15:57:20 GMT -5
McNally: BUDDHA ON A JETSKI!!!! WHAT A FINISH, WHAT A MATCH!
Edison:……………
Edison says nothing; he keels over, having completely exhausted himself from the entire PPV…
Security has to use all its powers of persuasion to prevent the fans from storming the ring in their celebrations; Latino rolls off of AK, and then looks back at her. She has her eyes closed, and almost a smile upon her face, as if she’s sleeping.
He gently reaches out his right hand, and touches her cheek, making her eyelids flicker a little. Slowly she opens them, and they just gaze at one another for a few seconds.
To love someone, and have them love you in return, is the greatest quest in the world… it demands more of you than anything else you will ever undertake in your life. But when you’ve discovered it, nurtured it, and fought to keep it alive and help it grow, it’s the most precious prize there is.
Alicia’s reign as champion is over, Victor’s is just beginning; but Alicia knows there could be no sweeter defeat, and Latino that there could be no more meaningful victory. They’ve both battled for and won something else, together… and at that single moment, there is nothing to restrain their mutual joy.
RAF is waiting for the belt as Latino and AK slowly find their feet, helping one another up. He ceremoniously presents it to Latino, and holds up his other hand, and the cheer that erupts from the crowd is pure ecstasy. It’s a sound that none hearing it will ever forget.
Latino holds the belt up with both hands, and the cheer just goes on and on. He takes it down and looks at the gold with eyes like a child’s, and AK puts a hand on his shoulder, her eyes glistening with the overwhelming feelings of happiness she has for her husband. Latino turns, and there is another cheer as the pair embrace and hold one another, not needing any words now to express themselves.
Then, Latino goes to the turnbuckles, and the moment is immortalized in countless photographs as he holds the title aloft…
These are the moments we remember through the long years… and no one will ever forget Omega Effect II.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by BK London on Jun 24, 2006 15:57:42 GMT -5
*marks out to the EXTREME*
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Post by hunter on Jun 24, 2006 15:57:57 GMT -5
Awesome. Simply awesome.
EDIT: At the request of FSX, my 10 marks outs, chronologically:
1. Peter Gabriel 2. New LHW Champ 3. FSX wins 4. FSX wins 5. FSX wins 6. Kermit the Frog 7. Wyvern/RS "Stipulation" 8. Street Fight Ending (Sorry, but I loved writing it and thought it was one of the best match endings ever) 9. Kudo/Senator overall 10. New ACW Champion
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Jun 24, 2006 15:58:04 GMT -5
BEST...SHOW.....EVER!
OH MY GAAAWWWD
LAH-TEE-NO!
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Post by scrawn on Jun 24, 2006 15:58:14 GMT -5
BEST. SHOW. EVER.
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Post by jonnyomega on Jun 24, 2006 15:58:18 GMT -5
Unbelieveable, best PPV ever
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Post by Davey Marvel on Jun 24, 2006 15:59:01 GMT -5
Congrats Latino.
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Post by hitman on Jun 24, 2006 15:59:17 GMT -5
LATIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BEST SHOW EVAH!
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Post by Torak on Jun 24, 2006 16:00:45 GMT -5
Simply amazing. Well done to everyone involved.
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