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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:11:58 GMT -5
Match 12: ACW Tag Team Titles – Undisputed Title Rematch Chance "Tiger VII" Emmerson & Umeko Saito Vs Flower Power (Credit: Rose/Dan) The fans anticipate this next match vigorously, as Philip enters the ring.Philip: The following match is a tag team contest and scheduled for one fall, and is to determine the Undisputed Tag Team Champions of the Woooooorld!There’s another loud cheer, as “Flower of Carnage” hits the PA system and Flower Power walk out of the curtain, minus their belts.Philip: Coming first to the ring, weighing at a combined weight of 233 lbs…Sarin Rossi and Yoko Satoshi, they are the ACW Tag Team Champions, Flower Power!Yoko and Sarin walk down the ramp, determined to claim their former rank as the undisputed tag team champions again. They enter the ring and both climb onto a turnbuckle each, earning a positive reaction from the fans before they jump down and wait for their opponents as the music fades.Maxwell McNally: This looks to be an interesting matchup, especially when both teams claim to be the tag team champions.“Fast” Eddy Edison: Claim? We both saw the same match… Yoko had her shoulders pinned for the one…two…three! It was as plain as day and it was for the first time in well over a year. If that alone doesn’t make Umeko and Chance Emmerson the champs, then I don’t know what does.McNally: That pinfall is heavily disputed, and the win is not officially recognized by ACW.Philip: And from Tokyo, Japan, weighing at a combined weight of 409 lbs…They.......also claim to be the ACW Tag Team Champions, Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson and Umeko Saitooooooo! Edison: These two are the real tag team champions!McNally: Tiger VII is indeed a very talented big man and Ms. Saito is a very conniving woman… They make a very formidable combination… However, they are not the recognized tag team champions. However, that could easily change by the end of this contest.”Velvet Glove” by the Red Hot Chilly Peppers is barely audible as the fans jeer the announcement of the current holders of the tag team belts. Chance and Umeko walk through the curtains, holding their tag team belts with them as they come down the ramp. As always, Umeko leads the her Seventh Tiger all the way down. Chance ignores the boos and jeers, and Umeko taunts front-row members of the crowd, until the reach the bottom of the ramp. They enter the ring and hold their belts high, before handing them to the referee. Yoko and Sarin stand on the other side of the ring, making comments and probably talking tactics as Philip exits the ring.Bell rings There seems to be some confusion over who will start this matchup. After a quick discussion, Flower Power agrees that Sarin will start off the match. It’s a quick decision that’s completely void of any argument. Chance decides that such a crucial decision needs to be put into Fate’s hands. Umeko apparently would prefer that her Tiger start off the match, but he’s not budging on his decision. He deftly pulls out a coin, and it lands on what appears to be heads… This outcome outrages Umeko, because she knows that it means she will start the match… Just as she’s about to argue this outcome with Chance, and likely tell him something about how she calls the shots and not some coin…but then she catches sight of Sarin and smiles mischievously… She quietly wonders that her charge might be right about this whole “coin” business. McNally: I have to question the logic behind putting Umeko out first. She’s at a great disadvantage when it comes to experience, and she have very little background in our business.Edison: Look where that “lack of experience” landed her a few weeks ago. Facts are facts. Even if the win isn’t recognized. Nobody else can say that they’ve taken Flower Power to the limit. Nobody except Chance Emmerson and the looovely Umeko!Both women are very eager to get their hands on one another… They slowly close in on each other, and engage in a nice collar to elbow tie-up. Sarin’s vastly superior wrestling ability shows as she Irish whips Umeko right into the ropes. Umeko rebounds from the ropes and Sarin attempts an arm drag, but Umeko manages to land on her feet in an impressive show of agility. With Sarin moving in behind her quickly, Umeko uses what natural agility she has to duck an attempted roundhouse kick by the Flower of Chaos. Sarin’s dazed after the failed kick attempt, and Umeko quickly grabs her around the waist. She drives herself into the corner, and the middle buckle digs into Sarin’s back, resulting in a small yelp of pain. Umeko continues forcing Sarin into the turnbuckle four or five times more, before releasing Sarin. With Sarin dazed in the corner, Umeko lets out a smirk and leaps forward with a leg lariat. Showing that she’s not about to be bested by an amateur, Sarin slips out of the way and Umeko misses her mark completely. Sarin is now controlling the match as she clocks Umeko in the back of the head with a perfectly timed kick. McNally: As predicted, Ms. Rossi seems to be taking control of this match-up. However, Umeko did show some natural talent in the early going. She appears to have some grasp of the basics.Edison: Some grasp of the basics? Aside from a lucky kick, Umeko has been showing up everybody’s second favorite lesbian.McNally: Listen to you! You’re despicable.Edison: Oh, so she’s your absolute favorite then? I had not idea.McNally: Ms. Rossi is a very talented striker. It’d be a sad mistake to underestimate her abilities. It’s my belief that she’s the backbone of the team.The kick sends Umeko down to a horizontal bas, and Sarin begins to take full advantage of her control. She lifts Umeko up and throws a couple of open-hand punches, before delivering an Irish Whip. Sarin takes Umeko down to the floor with a perfect hook kick. Umeko falls but is by no means out of the match, and struggles to her feet in next to no time. She turns around and Sarin knees her in the midsection, proceeding to hit a Snapmare into a sitting position. Umeko now looks a little more out of it, as Sarin delivers another kick, this one much more powerful, to the back of Umeko. Obviously taking a page right out of Chance’s handbook… A painful moan is heard as Umeko again falls to her back, and Sarin goes over, tagging in Yoko. Yoko steps through the ropes and Umeko shows signs of fear as she closes in. She lifts Umeko up, but Umeko gouges Yoko in the eyes, much to the jeers of the fans. She races to her corner and tags in Chance, which collects an uncharacteristic pop from the crowd. McNally: The crowd seems to be ready to see Tiger VII in action. They want to see just how good he is when he’s put up against a former world champion!Edison: I look at it differently. They want to see him rip her apart. They’ve seen what he can do in the ring and they LIKE it! He’s going to rip her limb from limb… Mark my wordsMcNally: You stuck your neck out for those two just a few weeks ago when BK London and Jack Cheng went crazy a few weeks back. What’s gotten into you?Edison: That was then…this is now. You’ve got to look at it this way… Umeko and Chance haven’t crossed the line yet and I don’t think they will. Besides, it’s not like Yoko or Sarin ever told me thank you in the first place….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:12:33 GMT -5
Yoko’s eyes widen as Chance steps over the ropes and into the ring. Umeko stands on the outside, smiling as her Tiger closes in on his brey. Yoko manages to slide around Chance, and kicks him in the back of the leg. The kick isn’t with enough force however and fails to do much damage, apart from a very temporary limp. Chance turns around and despite Yoko’s attempts to get out the way, she’s not quick with her reactions and Chance grabs her arm, throwing her with a powerful force into the corner. Chance attempts a clothesline from there, but Yoko manages to dive out of the way. Chance turns, with an expression of resentment, but also of confidence. He slowly approaches Yoko, who attempts a running jumping clothesline, and succeeds in knocking the big guy silly. He only falls to one knee, rather than all the way to the mat. But it’s satisfactory for Yoko, as she quickly tags in Sarin. Sarin looks to Yoko quite uncomfortably but Yoko smiles. Sarin smiles and the two run towards Chance, when WHACK! Chance leaps to his feet and takes down the two with a crippling double lariat.
McNally: Flower Power had control of the match for a second, but Tiger VII showed how quickly the tide can change when his power comes into play.
Edison: Like I said… Limb from limb. This may top what he did to that old fossil last month.
The impact of the move feels so powerful that even the back row can feel it rush along their skin. Chance stands up and smirks at his work, as the collective Flower Power slowly rises to their feet, feeling their sore spots with their hands. Yoko is about to help Sarin in her confrontation with the mountain of a man, but the referee forces her into the her corner. She allows Chance to approach her, and he does so, completely oblivious to Sarin’s intentions. As he makes an attempt to grab her, she slides under his legs and rolls him into a Schoolboy. But Chance kicks out before a count is even made, leaping to his feet only to be on the receiving end of a shuffle side kick. It doesn’t cause him to fall, but it does cause him to stagger a bit, and this small show of weakness causes Sarin to smile. While he’s in a moment of disarray, Sarin rushes forward, grabs him by the head, and brings him to the nearest turnbuckle. She tries to hit a Tornado DDT, but Chance keeps his back straight and much to her dissatisfaction, refuses her to hit the move. She leaps off, looking quite annoyed as she turns to Yoko, and this proves to be a huge mistake as Chance rushes forward with a northern lariat.
McNally: Again Tiger VII turns the tide after a flurry of offense from his opponent.
Edison: The truth…or the “Inconvinient Truth” for all you liberals out there…is that Chance can take a lot more punishment than anybody in the lockeroom and keep on coming.
McNally: That seems to be very true. The most surprising thing about this match, however, is not that. It’s the fact that Sarin seems to be at least almost as formidable of a striker as Tiger VII is.
Chance climbs up to his feet, and throws Sarin up to her feet. He grabs her around the neck and lower midsection, hoisting her up into a gorilla press. The fans are startled by his impressive strength as he throws her to the floor. She slides along the mat a little, hitting the bottom rope and slipping out the ring in order to escape from Chance. Chance stands in the ring, smirking as the referee begins a count. Sarin looks at Chance, thinks for a second, and slides into the ring. Chance reacts immediately, by throwing some stiff kicks right at her back. Sarin, in a show of resilience, absorbs the blows however and rolls forward onto her feet. Chance turns…scowls…and walks right into a stiff roundhouse kick by Sarin. This connects right at his temple and is the move that FINALLY takes him to his feet. The fans begin to cheer this turn of events, and the same thing cannot be said of Umeko, who shouts orders in his direction. Sarin rushes over and tags Yoko, but by this time Chance is already seated. Yoko jumps into the ring and hits a dropkick to Chance, and gets to her feet quite quickly. Umeko begins to complain to the referee, leaning over the ropes in order to try and distract Yoko. However, this doesn’t last long as Yoko effortlessly drops Umeko’s neck onto the ropes and she flies to the outside, again to cheers.
McNally: Yoko Satoshi is on FIRE!
Edison: Nononononononononononononononono! NO! NO! NO!
Yoko smirks as she leans towards the outside and makes faces at Umeko. Umeko scowls at Yoko but plays an act, as Chance stealthily closes in on Yoko. He grabs Yoko from behind, but she sends a couple of elbows into his one eye. He drops her, as he holds his head, and Yoko hits another dropkick. Chance falls back to his knees, and Yoko bounces off the ropes, hitting a nice spinning neckbreaker. With Chance on the floor, Flower Power are at an advantage. Yoko hits off the ropes again and attempts to hit a guillotine leg drop, but to her surprise Chance manages to roll out the way at the last nanosecond before impact. She lands awkwardly, and it doesn’t help when Chance is already at his feet. He lifts Yoko up and throws her at the ropes. Yoko’s still sore from her failed leg drop attempt, and Chance easily hits a sidewalk slam. He makes a cover, the first one of the match:
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Comfortable kickout by Yoko.
The fans cheer, but Umeko watches from her corner, merely smirking as Chance rises to his feet. He picks Yoko up, and Irish whips her into the nearest corner. He quickly follows it up with the Tiger’s Charge. This knocks Yoko’s head back violently and the falls to the floor, but rolls onto her stomach quickly. She also makes sure to get to the ropes quickly, and then quickly climbs to her feet, despite being knocked silly by Chance’s big boot.. But as she turns, she sees a freaky site as Chance rampages towards her like a rhino about to strike with his cactus clothesline. Yoko instinctively pulls down on the ropes, and Chance tumbles to the outside. Yoko takes a sigh of relief as she stands in the very center of the ring, where she’s free to recover, or so she thinks. Umeko sneaks out of her corner and quickly behind Yoko. With Sarin too occupied with watching Chance, Umeko grabs Yoko by her hand, gagging Yoko with her own hand, and hitting an inverted DDT. The move looks quite impressive, and Umeko escapes out the ring before Sarin, Yoko, or the referee can do anything about it. Boos begin to form around the arena as Chance re-enters the ring, knuckles cracked and ready to go again.
McNally: Umeko showed exactly how useful she is in this matchup. She knows how to pick her spots.
Edison: Look at Sarin! She’s trying to help Yoko. It’s almost cute.
Sarin tries to get into the ring to aid Yoko, still grounded from Umeko’s move. But the referee pushes her into her corner, unallowing her to break the rules. Despite Sarin’s pleas, it doesn’t persuade the referee otherwise. Chance lifts Yoko up with one hand. He lifts her up again, this time into yet another Gorilla Press. Yoko has other plans, punching away at one of Chance’s arms. Chance’s arm drops, and Yoko flies head-first towards ground. But she sticks he hands out and manages to expertly perform a roll, managing to land on her feet. Chance is a little confused, as Yoko tags in Sarin. Both women charge towards Chance from different directions, cumulating in a double side kick to the midsection. As Chance is doubled over, the two grab his head and hit a double DDT. Umeko looks shocked as Sarin pushes Chance onto his back and makes the cover:
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Chance kicks out forcefully.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:12:59 GMT -5
McNally: Excellent teamwork by Flower Power, but it wasn’t enough for the win. Lets see how good Sarin does this time around with Tiger VII. One can only wonder how much longer he can go without tagging in…
Edison: He can go all night without tagging in! This tiger isn’t like most men. I don’t think he even gets tired!
Sarin’s knocked a couple of feet back by the sheer strength of the kickout. However, she looks more determined than surprised as she quickly gets to her feet. Chance is at his feet about five seconds later, and looks over towards Sarin. He still looks full of rage as he approaches her, and Sarin again employing this now-familiar tactic. As he’s about to strike, she ducks and turns around, waiting for Chance to follow. He does so, naturally, and Sarin, naturally, lets out one of her beautiful strikes, knocking Chance into the turnbuckle. It’s clear that Chance is starting to lose steam, and it’s starting to look like Umeko’s decision to stay out of most of the match will be a talking point for later. Sarin begins to strike Chance with a number of kicks, especially around the midsection area. Chance looks to be in pain, but shows it in anger with a couple of deep roars. Sarin stares at him oddly before continuing her manhandling of him. She kicks and kicks, but then ultimately slips with a kick, only hitting the turnbuckle padding, and this is Chance’s time to escape. He pushes Sarin away, and she falls to the floor, using her elbow to avoid herself going over completely.
McNally: Again, Sarin’s formidable striking power comes into play. Normaly I would give Tiger VII the edge…but now I don’t know.
Edison: How can you be so guillable? Sure, they LOOK nice…but in the end, her kicks are all flash and no substance!
She frowns at Chance as she gets to her feet. Chance forces her into the corner, and proceeds to give her the same treatment she gave him, only replace Sarin’s legs with Chance’s giant fists. After a few seconds in the middle of the ferocious flurry, Sarin looks like she’s had enough, and Chance pauses, allowing her to fall onto him. But Chance smirks, nudging her back into the corner before unleashing an amazing flurry of kicks that manage to even rival the beauty of Sarin’s. He waits for her to stagger out of the corner following the flurry, and measures her up for his might Strike VIII. Just as the ferocious roundhouse is about to connect, Sarin ducks the move, and attempts to hit a Roundhouse kick of her own. Amazingly Chance somehow ducks the move, and shoves Sarin back. Sarin runs back towards Chance, and hits a flying elbow into his face. He appears groggy for a couple of moments, but Sarin is unable to capitalise as Umeko grabs her by the ankle, which halt her trying to get to her feet. When she finally kicks Umeko away and gets to her feet, she’s on the receiving end of a BRUTAL Strike VII. The move connects with such force that it very nearly takes Sarin’s head off. He covers her, sure that it’ll end the match:
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THR-Yoko breaks the pin up!
Edison: Did you see that McNally? THAT is how striking is done. Sarin is lucky to be conscious. I hope she learned that she can’t beat a tiger at it’s own game.
McNally: I saw that, and I still think that Tiger VII is the better striker by far… Still, you have to realize that Ms. Rossi’s also half his size and she still manages to come pretty close. That’s a feat within itself.
The fans cheer for Yoko’s quick-thinking, but the same cannot be said for what Chance and Umeko think. Umeko leaps out of her corner, and somehow manages to tackle oko to the ground. Chaos reigns as the two roll around the ring, and try to gain the upper hand. Yoko naturally gets the upper hand, pinning Umeko to the ground and smashing her head repeatedly on the floor and following it up with some stiff punches. Umeko screams in terror, and these don’t go unnoticed by Chance, who quickly comes to her aid. Yoko can hear him coming, and she’s naturally inclined to meet him before he can attack. As she get to her feet and turns around, she’s on the receiving end of a bone shatteringly brutal flying knee strike into Yoko’s face. It’s a new move of Chance’s that he appropriately calls the “Tiger Knee”, There’s a sick “cracking” sound heard as Yoko falls to the floor, clutching her face in all sorts of pain. It’s quite possible that Yoko’s nose is broken. The crowd is stunned by the sheer impact of the move as she turns back to the camera with her eyes reddened and teary. Not surprisingly, blood is beginning to stream from inside her nostrils. Blood begins to drip onto the mat, but the heartless referee walks over to her and merely tells her to exit the ring for not being the legal woman. The fans jeer again as Yoko looks up at the ref, with tears strolling down her head.
Edison:DAAAAAAAAAAAANGEROOOOOOOOOOOOOUS!
McNally: In all my years in the business… Jesus Christ…
Sarin’s managed to get to her feet at long last. Her neck is sore, suffering similar injuries to whiplash at the result of Chance’s foot. Chance is poised in a corner opposite Sarin, looking ready to strike at any given moment. It only seems to take the whites of Sarin’s eyes before Chance leaps out of the turnbuckle like a tiger, pun intended. He grabs Sarin by the arm and whips her into the turnbuckle. Sarin ricochets out of the turnbuckle and into the huge big boot of Chance. Chance smirks as he sees the carnage he has caused, and looks over to his corner, where Umeko wants into the ring. Chance smirks and tags his Mistress, who enters the ring with the fury in her eyes. She heads towards Sarin with full intentions to hurt her. She picks Sarin up, and slaps her hard across the jaw. Sarin sinks to one knee, and Umeko grabs her around the neck. She makes a stab at hitting a snap suplex, but Sarin manages to land on her feet. She turns around at the same time as Umeko, and plants her with a huge Rin Spin.
McNally: Ms. Saito’s lack of experience has come back to haunt her yet again!
Edison: Who CARES about that? Are you looking at Yoko’s nose? Do you SEE the blood? She’ll be lucky if it isn’t broken!
Umeko flies to the ground and Sarin finds where she is, and tags in Yoko. Yoko smiles in spite of the blood flowing down her face and all the pain she’s feeling. She’s happy to finally be able to get Umeko in the ring one-on-one. She lifts Umeko up, and whips her to the ropes. Umeko comes back and goes right into a Evenflow DDT by Yoko. After that, she quickly moves to Umeko’s legs, proceeding to lock her into the Texas Cloverleaf (or Ole Ball and Chain). The fans go crazy as she manages to lock the hold in, to the anguish of Umeko. Chance steps into the ring immediately though, but Sarin also steps in and stands in front of Yoko. She kicks Chance in the thigh, and it’s a rather stiff kick. Chance hobbles backwards a bit, but then tries to hit a clothesline on Sarin. Sarin ducks and tries to hit a side shuffle kick, but Chance gets out the way and Sarin accidentally clocks Yoko in the jaw. Sarin holds her hand across her mouth in shock, but Chance quickly eliminates her, and thus himself, from the ring with another cactus clothesline. Umeko manages to crawl away and make a cover over Yoko:
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Kickout by Yoko…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:14:37 GMT -5
The fans let out a small cheer as Yoko kicks out. Yoko looks tired as she rolls over to the ropes, needing to use them as assistance in order to get to her feet. Umeko also manages to get to her feet at around the same time, although not needing to use the ropes. Yoko takes in some air before grabbing Umeko around the neck. Umeko repeats to Yoko, and the two begin to engage in a war to see who has more strength. Yoko easily forces Umeko into the corner with the grapple hold still intact, but Umeko quickly gets out of the turnbuckle. The hold is then shrugged off by both, before they lock up again. As this occurs, both Chance and Sarin have made their way back to the ring aprons. Sarin starts clapping and chanting Yoko’s name, and soon the fans begin to chant Yoko’s name. This appears to be the motivated Yoko needs, and she shrugs the hold off again before taking Umeko down with a drop toe hold. Yoko gets back to her feet, but Umeko has enough in her to frantically crawl to her corner and tag Chance’s hand again. Yoko takes a couple of steps backwards as Chance enters the ring.
McNally: Tiger VII is back in this matchup, and it doesn’t look good for Flower Power. He’s had some time to rest… The only question now is if he has regained enough power to finish off his opponents.
Edison: Look at that eye of his! Do you see any doubt in it? It’s almost like he’s just getting warmed up!
Yoko looks more confident as she risks a grapple hold with Chance. Chance lifts Yoko into the air, but Yoko slips onto Chance’s back and locks in a modified sleeper hold. Chance flings his arms around in the air like an arm version of Michael Flatley’s Lord of the Dance would be, before Yoko applies extra pressure. Chance’s arms slowly stop moving around, and Chance begins to slowly fade out. Yoko keeps applying extra pressure, locking her legs around his arms to try and slow the blood flow going into his arms, a useful tactic for later on in the match. Chance begins to stumble around the ring like a drunk, and falls to his knees. He rocks his head slowly from side to side as Yoko continues to keep the hold locked in. The fans are behind her, and she looks determined as ever to win the match and become outright champions of the tag team belts. Chance looks like he might fall out of consciousness, but Umeko begins to shout from her corner. This seems to give Chance the motivation he needs, and he swiftly jumps onto his feet.
McNally: Ms. Satoshi seems to be getting some measure of payback from earlier!
Edison: How can you see all that blood and tell the fans that she’s getting some payback? She hasn’t even begun to pay him back.
His ability to suddenly have bursts of energy is intimidating, and it seems like he’s hardly human at all. He grabs Yoko by her head and effortlessly flips her over, causing her to land hard on her back. He then rests in his corner as Umeko motivates him, as he catches his breath. Yoko is still on the floor when Chance comes out of his corner, and he picks her up. He throws her at the ropes and attempts a big boot. But Yoko slides under Chance’s boot and tags in Sarin, to a pop from the fans. Sarin enters the ring a little more rejuvenated, and the two hit a double Roundhouse kick on Chance, sending him to the floor. As Yoko exits the ring, Sarin begins to stomp Chance in the face, chest, and midsection, everywhere she can in an attempt to hurt him and weaken him. She stops, only taking time to pause and catch her breath back, before continuing her assault. Close to the ropes, Chance is forced to retreat to the outside to avoid a further onslaught from the Flower of Chaos.
McNally: Sarin and Yoko seem to be doing everything they can to weaken Tiger VII. It’s gotten to the point where he seems to be reevaluating his current strategy.
Edison: He’s not all power, y’know. He knows how and when to make his moves.
He quickly re-enters the ring, and avoids any attack from Sarin as he retreats to a corner. Little does he realise that it’s Yoko’s corner, and she grabs him around the neck, attempting to choke him out. But he elbows her hard in the chest, and she falls to the outside. As Sarin is distracted at Yoko’s predicament, Chance hits in hard with a powerful Northern Lariat and Sarin is once again fortunate to have her head still. But what’s not so fortunate is that Umeko takes a coin out of her pocket, and tosses it into the air. It spins several times, landing in the centre of the ring and the camera closes up onto it…and it’s tails, meaning only one thing. Chance smirks as he lifts Sarin up, and boots her hard in the midsection. He lifts her up onto his shoulders, signalling for the Tiger’s Heaven (Running Powerbomb). He begins his run, proceeds to slam her down…and Sarin somehow manages to reverse it into a hurricarana! Chance appears dizzy and shocked as he lands near the ropes, with Sarin standing in the corner next to him and the fans on their feet. Sarin smiles over at Umeko. Umeko sarcastically smiles back before ordering Chance to get to his feet.
Edison: I really have to wonder if they’re EVER going to roll a tails in a match.
McNally: That was a great reversal by Ms. Rossi… Also… For the first time this match…I agree with you.
Chance manages to do so, and looks a little dazed. Yoko gets back onto the apron as Sarin clubs Chance a couple of times in the face. He manages to block one though, and sends Sarin at the ropes. She returns and he picks her up, hitting a powerful backbreaker that might have possibly broken Sarin’s back. Fortunately she’s moving around, but Chance calmly makes a cover:
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Kickout by Sarin.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:14:59 GMT -5
The match is taking a lot out of everyone involved; the competitors, the referee, and even the fans watching, who truly have no idea who is going to win the match. Chance lifts Sarin to her feet, but she fights back with a couple of cheap blows, including an eye rake to Chance’s only eye. It’s against her style, but it was needed, and gives an extra sense of irony in the match as she turns and tags in Yoko. Yoko enters the ring, and elbows Chance hard in the stomach. As he’s doubled over, she bounces off the ropes, but Chance springs up suddenly and hits a huge “Black Stripes” (High-Angle Spinebuster). The impact literally shakes the ring, and someone as petit as Yoko is going to be hurt badly from such a forceful move. Chance picks himself off the Flower of Carnage and smirks. He looks over at Umeko and she smirks as well, nodding her head. Chance lifts Yoko up and grabs her from behind, locking in a uncharacteristic full nelson. He then begins to swing her furiously from side to side like a rag doll being tossed.
McNally: What a full nelson by Tiger VII! That has to put Ms. Satoshi into an unbelievable amount of pain. I wouldn’t be surprised if she tapped any second now. He has got it locked in and he’s swinging her like some sort of doll!
Edison: Just look at the size difference… She’s just like a doll to him. With power like that, he can do anything he wants!
Yoko’s in real trouble now as Chance looks to have the end of the match in his sights. Sarin attempts to enter the ring, but Umeko has managed to sneak around, and halts Sarin from doing so by grabbing her ankles. Sarin tries to kick her away but Umeko drags Sarin down to the outside with her, and the two exchange blows. In the ring meanwhile, Yoko refuses to give up, but Chance’s arms increase pressure on her neck. She’s on the verge of giving up; when at a last gasp she throws her legs at the ropes, and manages to lock herself to them. There’s another large pop as Chance keeps the hold locked in, and the referee counts to five before he lets go. Chance takes a couple of steps backwards, allowing Yoko to get to her feet. She stumbles towards him and he takes her down with a fierce shoulder block. He looks over and notices Umeko on the ring apron, having defeated Sarin in their exchange of fisticuffs. He tags her in, as she looks to win the match.
She lifts Yoko up, kicking her in the stomach and leading her over to the turnbuckle. She leaps up, hitting a wonderfully executed Tornado DDT. Worryingly, it looks like the match is over for Yoko as Umeko rolls her over:
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THRENO! Sarin drags Umeko out of the ring!
McNally: Nice save by Sarin I’ve got to as you partner… How humiliating would it have been if Yoko had been pinned by a woman who has only had one match in her entire career?
Edison: I don’t know, but I’d have loved to see the look on her face. In fact, I’m hoping that I’ll still see it at the end of the match!
There’s another cheer as Sarin and Umeko exchange blows again, before Sarin throws Umeko into the ring. Sarin follows in, and waits for Umeko to get to her feet before knocking her to the floor with a roundhouse kick. Chance enters the ring and begins confronting Sarin, forcing her back into the corner. But Yoko gets to her feet quickly, and knocks Chance in the back. Sarin gets out the way and stands besides Yoko as they wait for Chance to turn around. He does so and the two begin to throw a flourish of elbows and forearms into Chance. Chance takes in some of the blows but the two overpower him, and force him to rest at the ropes. Yoko and Sarin look at each other, before hitting a double dropkick on the huge man, which causes him to become tapped in the rope. Flower Power turns away as he tries to rip the ropes out of the turnbuckles with all his might. Meanwhile, Umeko is on her feet, and stumbling around. Yoko and Sarin smile at each other again, before unleashing a head-splitting Rinko Kick! Umeko slumps to the floor, and Yoko makes the cover:
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…3!!!
The fans are in ecstatics as Yoko rolls off Umeko and hugs Sarin.
McNally: And we have our undisputed tag team champions!
Edison: I...can't...believe it.
Philip: Here are your winners…and the UNDISPUTED Tag Team Champions, Flower Power!!!
The Flower of Carnage hits the PA system and the fans continue to break all forms of sound records as Flower Power earns back their titles. The referee hands the belts over to the two, who gracefully take the belts before embracing in a celebratory hug. They break, and both climb a turnbuckle, where they show off their titles to the fans, before jumping down and exiting the ring. The make their way up the ramps, extremely delighted at winning back their titles as the music fades out.
Chance meanwhile gets to his feet, standing on the outside of the ring. He notices the two champions walking through the curtains, and kicks the steel steps in frustration. He re-enters the ring, lifting Umeko up and rolls her out of the ring. He hoists her up and onto his shoulders as the fans begin to jeer, and he exits the arena, with no music, no titles, and no glory.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:15:15 GMT -5
Segment: True Champions (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
Their locker room door bursts open; Sarin and Yoko, still grappled together, fly over to the couch, locked in a passionate kiss. Sarin pulls away to catch her breath, and the two champions stare into each other's eyes, giggling madly.
Yoko: Why are we laughing?
Sarin: Everything just seems so hilarious right now.
Yoko dives in for another kiss, but Sarin slides a finger over her mouth in a cunning block.
Sarin: No, let's talk for a minute. You know what this means?
Yoko: We're undefeated and we just squashed another team.
Sarin: Riiiight...but there's something else. Something more important. C'mon, use those brains!
Yoko: These brains just spent the better part of ten minutes overcoming the odds with a masterfully executed strategy.
Sarin punches Yoko on the shoulder, still fighting fits of laughter.
Yoko: OH!
Sarin: Did we figure it out yet?
Yoko: Yes. Unless something unexpectedly horrible happens between now and August 5th...
Sarin: Which is nigh impossible...
Yoko: We've done it.
Sarin can't suppress a joyful scream bubbling up from her stomach.
Sarin: We've done it!
Yoko: We're officially the best tag team...ever! We've broken the record!
Sarin: 98 days on August 5th.
They resume another passionate embrace, too eager to care about clothes, the audience, or anything else. Finally, sensibility hits Sarin on the side of the head. Staring directly at the camera, she winks.
Sarin: Oh come on everybody, just go home and buy the Omega Effect DVD. Out! Out!
The crowd, though upset, recognizes their right to privacy, and Sarin and Yoko usher the cameramen out of the room, wink one last time, and the door shuts tight.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:15:52 GMT -5
Golden Ticket Treasure Hunt – Part 7
The shot opens up to a scene of utter devastation.
Tim Dwight’s gym, normally as spick and span as it’s possible to be, has been disassembled by the collective whirlwind of the treasure hunters. Mats have been tossed aside, the apron cover is off the practice ring, and everything has been hauled out from underneath it, but to no avail. Even the row of lockers have been opened, emptied, and the entire frame shifted back from the wall… but there is no sign of a gold briefcase, or in fact a briefcase of any kind. Amid the chaos, Wyvern, Santiago, AK and Kudo stand and survey their handiwork; they’re all exhausted, and they’ve hit a complete dead end. Kudo pushes a medicine ball with his feet.
Kudo: You don’t think… this could be one colossal joke, do you?
No one replies, but it’s clear that they’re all thinking the same thing.
Wyvern: Can anyone think of anywhere we haven’t looked? The basement?
Santiago raises a hand.
Wyvern: The roof?
Kudo gives a slight nod.
Wyvern: The ladies’ locker rooms?
AK nods, and so do the other two; Santiago laughs a little.
Santiago: First place I tried… fun, but fruitless.
Wyvern holds his hands up, and then lets them fall.
Wyvern: It looks to me as if everything Ginger has done has been carried out with the intention to deliberately mislead us. Either there really is no case, or…
He stops; a thought has just popped into his head, and it’s occurring to the others at the exact same moment.
AK: He said it wasn’t at ringside… but what about the rest of the main arena?
Santiago slaps his head in astonishment.
Santiago: What…what if we walked straight past it?
It’s as if an electric current has been passed through the lot of them. AK is marginally faster and gets out of the door first, but the others are right behind her….
The cameras switch back to the main arena; one way or another, it looks like the night’s peak is going to occur there very soon indeed…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:16:55 GMT -5
Match 13: ACW World Title Match Victor “Latino” Laureano vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: BK/AK) After a long and occasionally grueling evening, the 26th ACW PPV is about to reach its climax. Rumors have been spreading all week about the possibility of one or both of the competitors being replaced due to injury, but no confirmed information has been available… until now. All eyes are on Philip as he enters the ring.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen… tonight’s main event is a singles match set for one fall… and it will be for the ACW World Championship! Introducing first, from Seoul, South Korea, the challenger… he is a member of the Senatorial Stable, the respected X, Fallensouls! ”Eden” blares out of the speakers, and then suddenly FSX is on the stage. He looks slightly different; his appearance is wilder and perhaps a little darker, and he walks purposefully to the ring. Perhaps his long silence has been his tactic in the mental war… whatever its purpose, only actions can speak for him now. He enters the ring and waits, staring at the entrance ramp.
A few seconds pass, and then, “Ooooooooh Latiiino!” is heard throughout the arena, leading the crowd into floods of cheers…Philip: And his opponent, from New York City, he is the defending ACW World Champion… Victor “Latino” Laureano! Latino paces out into the limelight; he has his belt on his shoulder and he slaps it powerfully, working the crowd up as much as he can. He looks dead-set with determination as he walks to the ring, and he and FSX do not break eye contact until Latino is actually in the ring. He circles the turnbuckles, holding aloft the gold, until head referee Raymond Allen Fleming calls him to the centre. The head ref takes the belt and hold it up before handing it to the outside; Latino and FSX are getting close, closer, and RAF sees that this match is going to start one way or another, so he calls at once for the bell.Bell Rings. These two are anxious to get it on and before the bell even sounds fists fly in the middle of the ring. Both men exchange thunderous right hands in the middle of the ring and the crowd goes absolutely crazy for this explosive start to the main event of the show. FSX stops Latino's offense with a vicious knee to the gut before sending him into the ropes. As Latino bounces off the ropes, FSX attempts to hit him with a back body drop but Latino meets him with a giant kick to his jaw. FSX springs up and Latino shimmies a bit before taking down FSX with a clothesline. The crowd is strongly on Latino's side and cheers immensely for the clothesline and the two other clotheslines that follow. FSX rises up and stumbles into the corner in which Latino meets him and climbs to the second turnbuckle. Latino pummels FSX with a series of punches in which the crowd counts along.and right before the 10th punch he shimmies again and blasts FSX with a hard blow. But he doesn't jump off, instead he monkey flips FSX across the ring. Luckily for FSX, he cartwheels out of the move and lands on his feet, but drops to the ground and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. FSX holds his jaw on the outside of the ring and Latino ascends the top rope, oblivious to FSX on the outside. FSX looks up, and coming down from the top rope is Latino hitting a crossbody splash onto him and both are sent smacking against the thin padded mat. Latino rises up shortly after to a great ovation from the crowd and he picks up FSX and brings him over towards the announce table. Latino smashes FSX's head against the announce table hard repeatedly and then tosses him back inside the ring. This match has been all Latino so far and the crowd is loving it. Latino hops onto the apron but FSX strikes him with a shoulder thrust to the abdomen which almost knocks him back off the apron. FSX capitalizes with a few more forearm shots to the jaw of Latino and now sets him up for a suplex into the ring. FSX has Latino up in the air but luckily Latino slips over the No.1 Contender and lands on his feet. Latino quickly grabs FSX and attempts to roll him up but FSX holds onto the ropes and Latino goes rolling backwards. FSX looks backwards and sees when Latino returns to a vertical base which gives him the opportunity to springboard off the ropes and take Latino down with a Asai Moonsault to Inverted DDT move. The crowd applauds FSX immensely and he covers the champion. ONE . . TWO-KICK OUT! Latino gets his shoulder up right after the two count and FSX wastes no time arguing with the referee as he learned from his stablemate Senator. Instead he goes to work on Latino with a few punches before setting him up in the corner. FSX blasts Latino across the chest with a knife edge chop that echoes throughout the arena and Latino grabs his chest in pain. FSX nearly pierces his chest with a few more chops before whipping him hard into the oppostie corner. FSX backs up and now runs at Latino full force before scoring with a huge elbow to Latino. Latino staggers out of the corner and FSX follows up with a kick to his abdomen. He now bounces off the ropes and attempts to connect with his Silence Scissors Kick but Latino evades the move just in the nick of time. He now grabs FSX from behind in a Cobra Clutch position, and the crowd knows that La Puta Driver is coming up next, but so does FSX. FSX wastes no time ramming Latino back first into the turnbuckles, prompting him to release the hold from the pain. Latino staggers out of the corner and FSX capitalizes with one beautiful Hurracanrana and hooks both legs for the cover. ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT! FSX could've very well had the Latin King there but Latino isn't the champion for nothing. Both return to their feet and FSX scores with a stiff kick to Latino's abdomen and then sends him soaring over the top rope. Luckily for Latino he manages to hold onto the ropes and pulls himself back onto the apron. Unluckily for Latino, FSX notices this and springboards off the adjacent ropes before turning in mid-air and soaring over Latino to take him down in a Sunset Flip Powerbomb on the outside. The champion is definitely in trouble after this manuever and FSX picks him up and carries him over to the announce table. FSX gives Latino a taste of his own medicine as he sends him face first into the Spanish Announce table. Latino drops down to the ground and FSX removes the protection from the spanish announce table. The announcers flee and he throws out the tv monitors before rolling into the ring to break the count by RAF. FSX rolls back to the outside and picks up Latino, but Latino has some fight still in him as he takes it to FSX. FSX stops his momentum in it's tracks by sending him head first into the ring post, a move which could definitely have opened him up. FSX apparently has something big planned as he sets Latino up on the spanish announce table and climbs on top of the English speaking one. He stalks Latino, waiting for him to get up and as Latino is up but bent over, he jumps off and scores with a Scissors Kick right through the announce table on Latino. The table collapses below them and a "Holy Shit!" chant breaks out as both superstars are hurt from this move. FSX, the lesser hurt of the two, crawls towards the ring and then lifts him up before rolling himself in. Latino is out cold, and there is possibly no chance he'll make the 10 count at this rate. RAF continues to count and now he is at 7 when FSX realizes that the belt DOES NOT change on the result of a count out. He rolls out of the ring and picks up a very weak Latino and chucks him back into the ring before rolling into the ring himself and covering. ONE . . TWO . . THRE- Latino has managed to get his leg on the bottom rope to the delight of his fans in the crowd and to the frustration of FSX. FSX pulls Latino to the center of the ring and now hooks both legs but it results in a kick out right after two. You can tell that this is starting to get to FSX, but he manages to keep his cool and he picks up Latino. FSX whips Latino off the ropes and as he comes off, FSX attemtps a hip toss but Latino counters it into a hip toss of his own. The crowd gives that move a huge pop. FSX gets up again and Latino takes him down with a clothesline, and then another. FSX rises up and is now the victim of the Shake, Rattle, and Roll. Latino looks for the discus lariat but FSX catches him with a Rainbow STO, driving him neck first into the mat. It looks over from here, and FSX grabs Latino and covers him again. ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:17:48 GMT -5
A vein begins to bulge from the head of FSX as he wonders and wonders how does Latino continue to break out of his moves. He picks up Latino and points towards the ropes, looking to send Latino flying over. As FSX charges, Latino switches it up and sends FSX over the ropes but FSX holds on. Using great arm strength, FSX manages to skin the cat and hops right back into the ring. But as he hops right back into the ring, he walks backwards right into a Cobra Clutch which results in a desperation La Puta Driver. As much as Latino would like to cover after this, he has too much taken out of him and both superstars are layed out on the mat face up. Suddenly, BAM, Latino kips up to a vertical base to a huge pop from the crowd and now he heads up to the top rope. Latino's definitely no stranger to the top rope, and he spends a little time playing towards the crowd which is going to cost him. FSX kips up to his feet and climbs up the ropes like a cat before smacking Latino off the top rope with a huge enziguri. Latino drops down to the outside and lands back first on the ring barricade. Latino clutches his back in pain as FSX drops back into the ring and takes a little breather before stepping outside to meet Latino. Latino is struggling to get back to his feet and FSX picks him up and thrusts him back first into the barricade and then clotheslines him over the barricade. FSX rolls back into the ring to break the count before hopping over the barricade himself into the sea of fans. The two exchange blows and Latino kicks FSX in the gut which sends FSX staggering backwards into the barricade. Latino charges at him but FSX manages to duck and back body drops Latino over the barricade onto the mat below. Latino's back has been taking a beating in this match so far and FSX is beginning to realize that. Latino clutches his back in pain again and FSX slingshots himself over the ring barrier and lands a leg drop on the throat of Latino…
As FSX is rising, attention is suddenly diverted from the ring to the stage; there is a lot of shouting, and then Santiago comes literally flying through the curtain and slides along on the metal-floored stage. AK, Wyvern and Kudo dash out after him; having fought one all the way back to the arena, they’re all looking fatigued but no one is about to give up now. As Wyvern jumps down off the ramp and searches around the base of it, Kudo begins to climb up on to the ledge in front of the alphatron, as AK and Santiago trade punches and kicks, trying to take one another out of the race…
Ignoring the scrap going on on the stage, FSX now picks up Latino and tosses him in the ring before climbing onto the apron himself and entering the ring. FSX has Latino right where he wants him now and he picks up his legs and turns him over, completing his Souls of Insanity, a move not seen from FSX in ages. FSX targets Latino's back in this boston crab like manuever and Latino screams in pain. Latino lifts himself up using his arms and begins to crawl towards the ropes, not allowing himself to tap but the pain may be too excrutiating. As Latino edges towards the ropes, FSX drops down further to increase the pressure which results in louder screams from Latino. Sweat trickles down Latino's face as he is only inches from the ropes and veins bulge out of his neck as he tries to endure the pain for only moments longer and he does. Laitno grabs onto the ropes and FSX is forced to release the hold but he decides to take advantage of the 5 count and instead releases at 4. This gesture recieves some heat for the fans but FSX doesn't care, the only thing on his mind right now is winning the ACW Championship from Latino. FSX stands up and Latino crawls at the feet of FSX and tries to pull himself using his tights and FSX just looks down at him. FSX pie faces his adversary back to the ground before stomping a mudhole into him until he reaches the end of the apron. FSX now runs off the ropes and baseball slides right into Latino and Latino slides off the apron onto the ground below. FSX' attack is becoming slow and methodical, as he doesn't even see the point of rushing to the outside due to the big advantage he has. FSX takes his time before going to the outside again and now he starts to lift up the padded mat, revealing the concrete layer below. FSX now picks up Latino and lifts him onto his shoulders, as now he is going for the one move that can take Latino out for good. RAF jumps to the outside and orders FSX to get back into the ring but FSX shoves RAF to the side while Latino is on his shoulder. Latino now slips off the shoulder of FSX and gets down on his knees before connecting with a low blow on FSX.
FSX walks around holding his nads and as he turns around into Latino, Latino back body drops him back first onto the concrete. FSX rolls all about the outside holding his back and screaming in pain and Latino manages to roll back into the ring. Latino holds his back and he sees FSX using the ring barricade to help himslef up and he bounces off the ropes. Latino dives through the second and top rope with the Pitbull Pounce and actually takes himself and FSX over the barricade into the laps of the fans once again. Latino and FSX both get up and Latino decks him once again and they make their way through the front row of fans and both get back ringside. FSX tries to escape the onslaught of Latino by sliding into the ring but Latino follows him right into the ring. Upon entering the ring, FSX manages to stomp out the champion, being one step ahead of him again and now FSX irish whips the champ into the ropes. As Latino comes off, Fallen Souls sets him up for a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker but Latino counters it into a small package and RAF slides into the ring after being shoved down to make the counter.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-NO!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:18:34 GMT -5
FSX frees himself from the cradle and both get up, having the same idea of clotheslining one another which takes both of them out in the middle of the ring. This is in contrast to the almighty battle that is taking place up on the stage; Wyvern is literally kicking all sorts of arse, and the crowd is loving it as he powerslams Kudo, and then hits AK with a standing moonsault. AK smacks her head against the metal, but by being on the floor avoids being targeted by Kudo, who strikes at Wyvern as he gets up with a spiral dropkick. With Wyvern and AK both down, Santiago charges at Kudo, who deftly deflects Santiago straight into the set. Santiago hits it with great force, making the entire structure shudder… and suddenly, there is a THUMP as something falls from the scaffolding supporting the alphatron…
That something is rectangular, has a handle… and is a vivid gold color…
Yet another enormous scrap breaks out as everyone dives toward the briefcase. Latino and FSX are oblivious to this turn of events; both of these superstars are heavily exhausted from this match thus far, and after the double clothesline just witnessed these superstars are out of it. Latino is the first to show signs of life by making his way slowly to his feet and FSX does the same shortly after. FSX lands the first blow with a stiff forearm to the jaw of Latino which sends him staggering backwards. Latino follows up with a ferocious fist to his adversary which sends FSX reeling backwards. The hard blows continue until FSX ducks one of Latino’s punches and lifts him up in a back drop position but Latino flips over and lands on his feet. Latino pushes FSX into the turnbuckles hard, and FSX ricochets off the turnbuckle. FSX turns around and Latino kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a piledriver but FSX counters with a back body drop on Latino. Latino gets up holding his back and now FSX follows up with a piledriver to Latino which sends his head bouncing off the mat. Latino clutches his head and now FSX sees his opening as he climbs to the top rope. FSX signals for his Defiance of Death and dives off and connects. FSX has just hit his finishing maneuver and the match could be as well as over now.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
WHAT?! WHAT?! How has Latino kicked out of that maneuver after taking such a brutal piledriver is the only thing running through FSX’s mind. FSX totally snaps and he pushes RAF who pushes him back; as the pair start to get physical, Latino becomes vaguely aware of a high-pitched sound that seems to be getting closer to him…
AK: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! HOOONNEEEEEYYYY!!!!
AK thunders down the ramp, clutching the briefcase that she’s finally managed to get hold of; the whole scene resembles a bizarre inversion of a Benny Hill sketch as she hurtles around the ring being chased by her fellow competitors. Ignoring all of this, FSX now backs up and takes RAF down with a Roundhouse Kick. RAF is out cold in the center of the ring and this act of defiance receives tons of boos from the crowd. FSX grabs Latino and prepares to finish him off, but without RAF to try and keep order the two matches collide as AK dives into the ring. Santiago is right with her; AK ducks his punch and Santiago ends up clocking FSX instead, but that lets Wyvern get a firm grip on the case and he wrenches it free and belts Kudo across the shoulder as he comes in. Wyvern slides out of the ring, and starts searching for the key; Philip and the other officials flee their corner as Wyvern starts kicks around chairs in the search, and he soon has the others to contend with too as the ringside area gets taken apart. McNally and Edison have to hop over the barrier as Santiago turns their table upside down; it reveals nothing, but does let Kudo blindside him with the Yakuza knee, and Santiago drops as Kudo connects. At the same time, Wyvern hits AK with a double underhook piledriver off the apron, and then slips underneath the ring, still with the briefcase in his possession…
FSX, meanwhile, is back on his feet and has Latino in his grip. He sets him on the top rope before climbing to the middle rope. FSX is attempting his Top Rope Souls Transfer, a move which will no doubt end the match. Latino punches his way out of the move and he puts FSX onto his shoulders in the process. Latino dives off the ropes, hitting an Avalanche style Steam Roller Press on FSX, shades of Ken Kennedy. FSX lays motionless in the center of the ring and now Latino climbs to the opposite side of the ring and shimmies before diving off to hit a Frog Splash on FSX and it connects. Latino makes the cover and…
ONE . . TWO . . THREE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:19:10 GMT -5
Which would be the count but RAF is still out from the roundhouse kick from FSX. Latino desperately tries to revive RAF, but as he is doing this, Santiago staggers to his feet and pulls Latino to the outside, and hits him with the Suicide Cutter. The crowd is furious, and AK, who catches sight of this, runs over and challenges her foe.
AK: What are you doing? The main event’s not our business!
Santiago: If this match finishes before that case is opened, all of this will have been for nothing! I won’t let that happen…
AK glares at him; she can see his point… but her anger is strong, and she blasts Santiago with the EMP to a loud crowd pop. Seeing that Kudo and Wyvern are battling on the opposite side of the ring, she lifts Latino up and puts him back on to the canvas, and gives him a shake.
AK: I know you can do this, darling… don’t worry about anything else, just win this match and do it fast before FSX recovers…
Latino stirs, and nods weakly; he rolls over to RAF and manages to wake him up but in the process FSX is up himself. FSX crawls towards the corner and starts to expose the middle turnbuckle and now plays possum and covers it up. Latino has managed to revive RAF momentarily and he runs toward FSX in the corner and FSX side steps him. Luckily for Latino, he stops before he sees the exposed turnbuckle but FSX is oblivious to this, which brings in the crafty side of Latino. Latino smacks his palm against the exposed turnbuckle and staggers back, as if he got hit and FSX now turns around and waits for Latino. He tries to lift Latino on his shoulders but Latino floats right over him…
The crowd is going nuts, not only for the action in the ring but also what is happening outside it. Wyvern and Kudo have worn each other almost into the ground fighting for the case, and as they clash one more time Wyvern counters against Kudo’s Yakuza Knee with a screaming superkick of his own. The pair connect with each other and drop to the ground; AK sees the case lying unattended, but instead of chasing it keeps her eyes on the ring, willing her husband on…
Now behind FSX, Latino leap frogs over his opponent to land in front of him and with total surprise he scores with the Switchblade Cut on FSX. Massive cheers come from the crowd from this set up and Latino hooks the leg for the cover. RAF slowly, but surely crawls over holding the back of his head and makes the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!!
*Bell rings*
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and STILL ACW Heavyweight Champion, Victor “Latino” Laureano!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 29, 2006 15:21:14 GMT -5
The fans are thrilled with Latino’s victory; FSX is out of it as Latino slowly rises, and AK slides into the ring and hugs him as a still-groggy RAF hands Latino back his belt. Latino hugs her back, but quickly breaks it off.
AK: What’s wrong?
Latino: Do you have that briefcase?
AK: It’s on the outside, but it’s useless now… the show’s over, and we couldn’t find the key.
Latino: Just trust me on this… get that case before the others wake up! Hurry…
AK rushes to get the case as Latino looks around the ring at each of the turnbuckles, trying to remember which one FSX tampered with. He locates it and runs over, pulling the turnbuckle pad off as AK slides the case into the ring; Latino grins, and turns to McNally and Edison.
Latino: Guys, does that live feed on your monitor still say that we’re on air?
McNally looks closely at his screen.
McNally: Yes….
He understands-
McNally: Yes, it does!
AK is back in the ring; Latino gives her one of his smiles that would light up a room, and shakes something out of the turnbuckle pad into his hand.
Latino: Courtesy of FSX, mami.
There is a surge of sound from the crowd as Latino tosses the little gold key to AK; she undoes the lock, and the case pops open to reveal a single piece of paper, on parchment with a gold edging. She drops the case and holds the paper up to the light to confirm it really is a blank, authorized contract, and the crowd lets out a massive cheer as the camera from the apron gets a close up of it to show on the alphatron…
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of the Golden Ticket Treasure Hunt-
??: Hold it! Hold it right there, I say!
Everyone turns, to see an extremely angry looking Chairman Ginger thumping down the ramp to the ring. He enters it as Wyvern, Kudo and Santiago are all getting up, and he already has a mic in hand.
Ginger: I demand you hand that contract over to me at once! You didn’t obtain it before the last match was completed!
The crowd boos; Latino steps forward protectively, but Ginger is in fact answered by Kudo, who glances at Wyvern.
Kudo: That wasn’t what you said, though… you said it had to be found before the show was over, and the show is most definitely still in progress, unless this guy here is pointing a camera at me for the sheer hell of it.
AK: Well, you are quite handsome in a scary sort of way.
Kudo: Thanks, I think…
Latino: Hey!
Ginger: Shut UP, all of you! I am Chairman, and I make the rules! I am in control here, and I will prove it! Either hand that contract over to me right away, or-
??: You…
Ginger’s train of thought is disrupted by a new voice; FSX is back on his feet, and he gazes around him as if in a daze. But his eyes alight on Ginger last, and he doesn’t look pleased.
FSX: You… trying to screw me over… that title should be MINE… I… can’t take this any more!
Pride is has already been said to be the most dangerous of the Seven Deadly Sins… and FSX’s pride can withstand the pressure no longer. He launches himself at Ginger, and lets rip without holding anything back; the situation immediately descends into chaos, as FSX batters Ginger to the mat and is too ferocious for even AK and Latino together to get a hold of him. Security rushes the ring, separating out everyone at ringside and within it; it takes about 6 large men to finally restrain FSX, and Ginger almost shatters windows with the force of his yell into the microphone.
Ginger: THAT’S IT! FALLENSOULS, AS OF THIS MOMENT, YOUR ACW CONTRACT IS TERMINATED! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!!
The crowd is stunned; FSX just starts to giggle, his own mental state broken. With bruising starting to appear on his face, Ginger is ushered to the back for treatment; AK, Latino and the rest are left stunned, and are also escorted separately out of the arena as the show does at last come to an end.
Alicia quietly pockets the document she battled to obtain, but can there be any realistic chance of it being honored?
Can Rattlesnake carve out a new legend for himself with his first ACW title?
Can Hunter and Torak’s unlikely alliance be sustained even to a victory over Flower Power?
And can Latino hold on to the top gold now that BK London has made him a marked man?
It’s going to be a hot August… in fact, it’s going to be a Heatwave month…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by BK London on Jul 29, 2006 15:22:21 GMT -5
Awesome show. Tons of great matches and quotes.
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Post by Rena on Jul 29, 2006 15:23:25 GMT -5
Great show everyone, really enjoyed it. Good writing quality and quotes overall!
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Post by Karate Master Kudo on Jul 29, 2006 15:24:31 GMT -5
A very fun show all around. And a very interesting ending to the show as well.
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