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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:58:49 GMT -5
Segment: "A Teaser for the New 'Impact'” (Credit: Rattlesnake) A video package plays.Voiceover: It's been a while since Rattlesnake brought you the "Impact." It's had impressive guests. It's had the really interesting questions no one asked. But there's been one big thing missing. The video switches between different pictures as they get mentioned.Voiceover: Could it be T and A? Perhaps midgets? Maybe beer? How about foosball? The pictures disappear and leave a blank screen.Voiceover: No. It's none of those. They would make it great, but they all are too clichéd. The "Impact" needs something different than all of that. Luckily for us, we've found it. It's... Before whatever it is can be said, the voiceover gets cut off. Words appear across the screen. When the first line appears, it fades into the second line, which fades into the third line.The "Impact" will be better than before.
The "Impact" will deal with so much more.
The "Impact" returns in 5 days. The video package fades to black.Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:59:22 GMT -5
Match 9: ACW Tag Team Title Match Flower Power vs. Weapons of Mass Destruction (Credit: Yoko/Sarin) Time for the tag title match! Philip makes his way to the ring to start this one off.Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ACW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers, Hunter and Torak, the Weapons of Mass Destruction! Broken Man plays…And then Hybrid Stigmata. And then Broken Man again, and back and forth until the end of forever. Hunter and Torak emerge from the back. A chant of “My Little Ponies” breaks out among some of the fans who follow the internet, but Hunter and Torak don’t hear it…or choose not to hear it.Philip: And their opponents, the current tag team champions, from Okinawa, Japan, Flower Power! Ding-a-ding, ding-a-ding. Flower of Carnage plays as Sarin and Yoko show up from behind the curtain. They both have two belts on their shoulders; Sarin with a tag title and the diva title, and Yoko with the other tag title and the Yokoweight title. They hand off the belts and enter the ring.
After some discussion from both sides, Hunter and Sarin are beginning the match.Bell rings. There's certainly no love lost between Sarin and Hunter; their mutual enmity evident through cold, unforgiving stares. The tension in the arena reaches new heights as sworn enemies approach each other cautiously, bodies mere inches apart. It isn't long before cruel words are exchanged; Sarin is especially vociferous, enthused by crowd support and taking pleasure in giving Hunter a piece of her razor sharp mind. Hunter cocks his head to the side--as if seriously contemplating Sarin's words--before delivering a stiff sucker punch to Sarin's cheek. She gasps, stumbling back, allowing Hunter the advantage of an early lead. Lifting Sarin high into the air with ease, he turns to face Yoko, taunting her with a swift spank to Sarin's butt, proceeding to slam her roughly to the mat. Sarin arches her back, writhing somewhat on the floor. Hunter grins, taking a moment to gloat over his opponent, yanking her hair and shoving her face back to the mat. With a mighty grunt, Hunter delivers a mighty soccer-style kick to Sarin's midsection, forcing her to roll over painfully onto her back. Hunter raises his arms for the crowd, though they fiercely boo him. One youth even screams a "Hunter sucks!" taunt. Hunter angrily points to his offender, yelling "This one's for you!" before delivering a crushing spinning senton to Sarin's limp form. Hunter doesn't bother making a cover, fully cognizant that it will take more to finish off Sarin Rossi. However, Yoko is more than concerned for her partner's well-being, extending her hand for a tag. Sarin meekly tries to crawl over, weakened by Hunter's fresh assault on her body. He quickly grips Sarin's ankle, attempting to pull her away from the corner. Expecting such a move, Sarin immediately twists her body around, smashing Hunter's jaw with a snap high kick, displaying her impressive flexibility. The crowd pops as Hunter falls back, Sarin herself kipping up to match her joy. Somewhat revitalized, she gives Yoko a reassuring nod and stays in the match, continuing her attack with a diving clothesline, somewhat unorthodox for the usually kicking warrior. The clothesline itself isn't very powerful; Hunter springs to his feet mere moments after his fall, only to be met with another diving clothesline. Kneeling on the floor, he can't defend himself from a wicked snap dropkick to the chin. It's Sarin's turn to taunt, riling up the crowd with her skywards finger point. Pulling Hunter up by his ears, She latches on to his head, spinning to the floor with a potent swinging neckbreaker, bridging neatly to the first pin of the match. Hunter forcefully kicks out milliseconds after the one count, throwing Sarin off him, cementing the strength difference between them. She's not about to let him off that easy; Sarin cartwheels over to his crouched form, landing with a vicious leg drop on the back of his neck, driving his face to the canvas. Sarin aggressively yells at Hunter to get to his feet. He complies, though groggily, attempting to connect a rising clothesline. Sarin rolls to evade, springing to her feet with a bicycle kick, snapping a turning Hunter's jaw back violently. Sarin whips him to a neutral corner, handspringing over and landing a back elbow. Hunter reels, grasping his increasingly injured jaw in pain, though still quite close to the turnbuckle. Sarin leaps to the top rope, letting out a fierce battle cry the fans go crazy over, and dives for the Rinicanrana. Hunter's world is a blur of moving color as he's brought tumbling painfully down to the mat. He rolls so much he ends up right next to Torak, who tags himself in. Yoko yells at Sarin for the tag. Realizing it's best to conserve her stamina and energy, Sarin quickly backflips over to Yoko, where they complete the tag to a huge pop from the crowd. The mighty Torak enters the ring over the top rope, whereas Yoko bends low to enter, the contrast in height really noticeable. Since no real bad blood exists between them, Yoko and Torak begin their bout with a lot more respect, circling each other first before engaging. Wait, what. Why would Yoko actually engage someone the size of Torak. Oh yeah. It becomes evident immediately as Yoko grips Torak’s head and falls to her knees as soon as they grapple, hitting him with a surprise jawbreaker. While he holds his jaw, more stunned than actually hurt, Yoko pops back up with an almost moonsault-esque flipping dropkick to his chest. He staggers backwards. Yoko runs back against the ropes and propels herself forward with a jumping clothesline to Torak’s upper torso. Or that’s what Yoko would have liked. Instead, Torak grabbed her in mid jump and slammed her down onto his knee with some sort of crude backbreaker, putting a stop to her momentum. He drapes her for a pin. 1! . . . . 2! . . Kickout! Torak knew that wasn’t going to keep Yoko down, especially not so soon…but it never hurts to try, now does it? He pulls Yoko up roughly by her hair and gets a verbal qwning from the referee, but ignores it. Torak then picks her up into a fireman’s carry position. But Yoko’s fingers coincidentally, or purposely, rake across Torak’s eyes. She falls behind him when his grip loosens. After quickly gaining her balance, she delivers a kick with the force of ten Yoko’s to the back of Torak’s right knee, forcing it to buckle. Yoko then grabs Torak by the hair and pulls his head back under her arm, and quickly drops backwards with a reverse DDT. She stands back up and kicks him in the side of the head to make sure he isn’t going anywhere, then bounces off of the ropes, jumps, and hits Torak with a devastating leg drop. She pins. 1! . . . . 2! . . . . Thwip. Hunter has entered the ring, grabbed Yoko’s foot, and pulled her off of Torak, even though he was sure Torak was going to kick out. Hunter retreats back to his corner immediately. After Yoko figures out what happened, she follows him. They get into an argument which results in Yoko slapping Hunter. He does not retaliate; this is because he can see behind Yoko. Torak is up. Letting her anger get the best of her was a critical mistake as Torak gets a running start and simply plows into Yoko, utterly smashing her into the corner. Torak tags Hunter as Yoko slumps to the mat.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:00:03 GMT -5
Hunter looks down at the fallen Yoko with a look of devious pleasure on his face. He lifts her up to her feet and points at Sarin, then hits Yoko with a Flatliner. He punches her in the face a couple of times and then lifts her back up with a suplex. He holds her in the air to display his strength to Sarin in some bizarre move to possibly impress her, though failing completely in that regard. And like Yoko before him, this distraction turns out to be a flaw as a sudden blast of purple liquid covers his face and burns his eyes. Yoko has misted him from the suplex position! He lowers her back down and begins to claw at his eyes. Yoko kicks him in the stomach and jumps for the Flying Guillotine! But Hunter is upright before she even gets to mid jump, forcing her to readjust. He reaches for her and blindly whips her into the ropes just to get her away from him for a moment, not even considering her return trip. Yoko comes back and darts behind him, bouncing off the ropes again to hit him with a bulldog and put him down. Hunter can’t see perfectly, but he can still hear her swift steps, and he throws his elbow back in a vain attempt to stop her. Maybe it wasn’t so vain after all.
His elbow caught Yoko directly in the nose, causing a familiar sharp pain to ring through her skull as she loses her balance and topples. She rolls to one of the sides to use the ropes to get back up. She checks her nose with her hand even though she already knows what she’ll find. Her nose is bleeding profusely and she’s still disoriented, unable to get up off of her knees as the blood pours out.
Hunter is unable to take advantage, though, since he still cannot see. He has used the ropes to find his corner and tags Torak back in as soon as he can find his hand. The only thing on Yoko’s mind is Sarin as she tries to make her way back to her own corner, but this sadly does not happen as Torak firmly grapples her, pulling her away from the ropes and her corner.
Easily recognizing Yoko's injury, Torak charges like a hungry bear, knocking her down with a vicious hooking punch to the nose. Yoko is nearly whining in pain, blood streaming from her nostrils. Torak mounts her, delivering fierce right hands, earning himself a plethora of boos from the crowd. It's clear to everyone in the arena that the Weapons of Mass Destruction are crossing a line. And one person in particular has reached her boiling point.
Bellowing out a wild battle cry, Sarin flips over the ropes, charges towards Torak, nearly knocking his head off with a massive jumping enzigiri kick. She doesn't stop there; Sarin continues her assault with a flurry of ground kicks to Torak's torso and jaw, screaming in rage and nearly scaring the crap out of the audience. She's clearly gone feral, savagely smashing the much larger Torak's face into the canvas whilst screaming obscenities. If she wasn't inflicting massive amounts of damage to her opponent, the scene would be quite comical. Hunter, however, enters the ring, though doesn't bother dealing with the half-crazed Flower of Chaos. Instead, he uses the referee's distractions with Sarin to attack Yoko undisturbed. The referee, now trying to deal with all four combatants in the ring, attempts to restore order by ordering Hunter out of the ring. Indignant, Hunter argues with the referee, his back turned to Sarin. This proves to be a mistake: with careful aim, Sarin winds up and unleashes a patented roundhouse kick. Hunter, as if anticipating such an attack, ducks a split second before the kick connects, allowing the referee to be on the receiving end of Sarin's mighty leg strikes. Collapsing like a sack of bricks, the referee is officially out cold. Sarin gasps, clutching her hair in surprise and terror. Grinning, Hunter viciously clubs Sarin over the back before unceremoniously dumping her outside the ring, her back crashing hard against the security wall.
Now free to proceed undisturbed, Torak and Hunter yank a barely conscious Yoko to her feet. Holding her firmly from behind, Torak prevents Yoko from escaping a vicious onslaught of body and face punches from Hunter. Crowd booing has reached new levels of ferocity as the Weapons of Mass Destruction pick away at Yoko's draining stamina, Torak now applying a full nelson while Hunter resumes punching. It's foolish to believe any two people can keep Yoko down for long; indeed, Yoko summons the energy to nail a swift groin kick to Hunter, swinging her leg backward in a full 180 degree angle to whack the spot between Torak's legs, then flips him over in a snapmare. The fans are on their feet; Yoko seems to revitalize somewhat from the positive energy of the crowd, resting on the turnbuckle for support. Though grabbing their packages in agony, it isn't long before Hunter and Torak are back on their feet, charging with full force at Yoko. At the last possible moment, Yoko jumps straight up into the air, holding on to the top rope for support, lashing out with both legs and connecting painful boots to the jaws of both Torak and Hunter. Hoping to even up the odds for Flower Power, Yoko grabs Torak by the hair and tosses him through the ropes and out of the ring. Before she can even turn around, Hunter dives into the air, latching on to Yoko's head and drives her face into the mat with a vicious facebuster. Without another word, Hunter begins preparation for the Eighth Sin.
Yoko struggles with all her might, though Hunter's prior facebuster has taken a lot out of her energy reserves. It isn't long before she's once more screaming in pain, though this time tapping is useless without a conscious referee. Hunter applies more and more pressure, grinning all the while as if taking pleasure from hearing Yoko's cries of agony. He glances over, noticing the referee is slightly stirring, knowing it's only a matter of time...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:01:08 GMT -5
...Before his jaw is walloped by a massive buzzsaw style kick from a freshened Sarin Rossi. In a rare display of physical strength, Sarin grips Hunter roughly by the hair and tosses him across the ring in a hairmare style move. Before she can continue to plummel him to a bloody pulp, Torak grabs her from behind and executes a fast and painful backbreaker. Though still in pain from the Eighth Sin, Yoko finds strength to get on her feet, whistling to catch Torak's attention, and jumps to connect her Bunny Knee, right to Torak's jaw. As Torak and Yoko battle it out in one corner of the ring, Sarin and Hunter find themselves in a similar standoff in the opposite corner. In almost mirror situations, Sarin and Yoko both find the opportunity to connect swift gut kicks to their opponents, both backing off a few feet before similarly charging. Yoko raises her leg up for the Flying Guillotine; Sarin enters her flying headscissors for the Flower of Chaos. Both finishers hit at exactly the same moment, drawing immense cheers from the crowd. Flower Power seems to have no intention of stopping there; they slowly climb their respective turnbuckles, standing erect and blowing a kiss to each other from the opposite sides of the ring. As Hunter and Torak weakly get to their feet, Sarin and Yoko let out fierce battle cries, diving off their respective turnbuckles. Sarin executes her simply stunning diving enzigiri kick, the Hunting Swan, while Yoko nearly decapitates Torak with a diving version of the YKO. The crowd goes mental, a "Holy Shit!" chant starting up. Yoko and Sarin simply beam at each other, running across the ring for a quick embrace before chucking a thoroughly dazed Torak to the outside.
Yoko: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Sarin: Two words:
Flower Power: RINKO KICK!
Oblivious to his impending doom, Hunter slowly rises, shaking his head to clear his blurred vision. Starting from opposite sides of the ring, Sarin and Yoko commence spinning rapidly, gaining speed and momentum with every turn. As Hunter finally stands, Flower Power extends their legs out, connecting the legendary Rinko Kick with amazing power. It's lights out for Hunter, and Yoko and Sarin both dive on top of him for the cover amidst the roar of the crowd. The referee finally revitalizes, shrugs, and counts.
1! . . . . 2! . . . / 3!
Philip: Here are your winners, and STILL ACW Tag Team Champions, FLOOOOOOOOOWER POOOOOOOOOOOWER!
Bell Rings.
Flower of Carnage begins to play as Flower Power celebrates their victory in the ring with a hug. Torak is on the entrance ramp and looks very angry at the outcome. Hunter is still groggy in the ring. Yoko wipes her nose with her wrist to check if it’s still bleeding. It’s mostly stopped now.
Then she glares at Hunter, laying there, and a frown spreads over her face as she looks back and forth between him and the blood on her hands…her own blood. Then the frown turns into a smile.
She walks over to Hunter and reaches under her skirt between her legs, fumbling around for a moment. A look of terror emerges in Hunter’s eyes as he realizes what’s going on, and his fears arm confirmed when Yoko’s hand emerges from under her skirt. She is holding a bloody tampon.
Hunter summons a torrent of energy from the depths of his soul and scrambles through the ropes and out of the ring before a particular fate can befall him. He crawls to the ramp where Torak is and turns around, sitting there, as they stare at Yoko. As he climbs to his feet, Yoko suddenly throws the tampon at him, hitting him in the face with it. Hunter quickly grabs it and hurls it into the stands, where some fan grabs it to no doubt put it on Ebay. He gags and turns to Torak, motioning for them to leave.
And Torak grabs him.
He grabs him, and lifts him up, and hits Hunter with a MediEvil Driver on the ramp. Then he simply leaves. Flower Power aren’t quite sure what just happened, but they retrieve their belts and leave while Hunter recovers, and the show cuts out swiftly to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:02:29 GMT -5
Segment: One Year Or So (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Victory!
Flower Power remains the most dominant tag team ACW has ever seen. Sarin and Yoko burst into their locker room, toss their belts to the floor, and collapse onto the couch.
Yoko: I told you we’d win.
Sarin: I can’t believe you pulled out your tampon and threw it at Hunter.
Yoko: I was going to stuff it in his mouth but he got away.
Sarin: I would have liked to see that.
Yoko: The feeling is very empowering. I did it to BK, you know.
Sarin: Yes, I’m aware. I don’t think I could do that.
Yoko: Well BK had messed with me far too much. And Hunter? Hunter was already annoying me to the extremes, but then he actually elbowed me in the face.
Yoko wipes her nose. It’s still bleeding a little bit every few minutes.
Sarin: How’s the nose?
Yoko: It stings.
Sarin: Your jacket is drenched, you know. I started to get scared until you fiery again.
Yoko: I just need a shower. Then it’ll be fine. Want to take one?
Sarin: If by shower, you actually mean a shower, yes. But we’re not having sex until you’re off your period. You know the rule.
Yoko: You always forget the rule when it’s YOUR period. And I don’t complain.
Sarin blushes.
Sarin: Yeah…well. We need to follow it from now on.
Yoko: Shower can wait, then. I want to show you something!
Sarin: Is it your vagina? You’re not persuading me like that one time.
Yoko: No, no. You’ll like this. This PPV is Heatwave, right?
Sarin: Yes.
Yoko: Do you remember last Heatwave?
Sarin: I can’t forget it…Oh my God, has it been a year?
Yoko is booting up her laptop.
Yoko: No, it’ll have been a year in three weeks and a day. The important thing is, it’s PRACTICALLY been a year, since this is the same event.
Yoko double clicks a video file on the desktop.
Sarin: This isn’t…
The following video plays, recorded at Heatwave 2005.
As Yoko reaches her locker room, she sees Scarlet waiting at the door. Yoko immediately hugs her tightly. Then she backs away from her, blushing.
Yoko: ...Hey. I missed you.
Scarlet: I missed you, too. I was really worried. I thought I would never see you again, after the Elias thing happened.
Yoko: I know, I thought I wouldn't see you again either. I was on my way to find you when it happened.
Scarlet steps closer to Yoko.
Scarlet: I never got to give you my answer to your question. I know it's been killing you. I've had plenty of time to think about it, and...
Yoko: And?
Scarlet embraces Yoko very suddenly, and kisses her on the lips. Yoko is surprised, but doesn't fight it. After a few seconds, Scarlet breaks the kiss.
Scarlet: And...I love you.
Yoko: I love you too, Sarin.
They hug again.
Yoko: This makes me so happy!
Scarlet: It was a hard decision, but I'm following my heart.
Yoko: I'm so glad. But hey, I need to get on my computer and talk to Yuki, and then get ready for my match. Do you want to stay with me? I feel like my locker room is your locker room.
Scarlet: Of course!
They enter Yoko's locker room, together.
Sarin: That’s so…adorable.
Yoko: It isn’t done!
The video continues with a later moment from Heatwave 2005.
As the scene fades in, we see Yoko Satoshi sitting on her couch in her locker room, typing on her laptop. Scarlet is sitting right next to her, looking over Yoko's shoulder.
Scarlet: So what are you doing now?
Yoko: Updating my website, now that Yuki knows I'm fine.
Scarlet: I see...
Scarlet puts her hand on Yoko's leg. Yoko continues to type. The hand slowly moves up Yoko's leg. Her typing slows a little bit. Her heart begins to beat faster, she doesn't know what Scarlet is doing. Her hand moves under Yoko's skirt, and stops at its obvious destination. Her hand can be seen making rhythmic motions under the skirt as Yoko keeps typing.
Yoko doesn't even know what she's typing now, she's just typing out of nervousness. She half-knowingly opens her legs a bit to give Scarlet better access. Her breathing is getting harder.
Yoko: That feels nice...No one's ever touched me there before.
Scarlet: And I've never touched a girl there before, I'm glad you like it. Lean back.
Yoko complies immediately and stops typing, leaning back on the couch. Scarlet reaches up under Yoko's skirt with both hands, and pulls her panties down to her ankles.
Yoko: Sarin, what are you doing?
Scarlet: I never thought I would see you again, Yoko. It made realize how fast people come and go in life. I know now that I love you, and I want to show you how much I love you, before it's too late...
Yoko smiles, teary eyed. She shakes her panties off of her feet and pulls one leg up onto the couch, spreading her legs for Scarlet as well as someone can on a couch. Scarlet lowers her head. Yoko pulls up her skirt, allowing Scarlet's head to go under it.
The camera slowly zooms in on Yoko's face after that. She begins to breathe hard again, her eyes are closed. She's smiling. Her mouth slowly opens as she loses herself. Her eyes finally open, we see them rolled back into her head with pleasure, and the camera fades out.
Sarin stares at the screen for a moment.
Sarin: I actually didn’t know that part was recorded. I thought they’d have some sort of dignity and turn it off.
Yoko: I didn’t know either at first, but I treasure it!
Sarin: We became a couple and not even an hour later, I got into your pants. I kind of feel…trashy.
Yoko: You’re not trashy, it’s just real love. We’ve almost been in a relationship for an entire year, Sarin. This is my first relationship with either gender. This is how I know we’re meant to be together.
Sarin: It doesn’t seem like it’s been a year…I love you.
Yoko: I love you too! Now and forever.
Yoko hugs Sarin tightly, and the hug is returned. Yoko's hand coincidentally finds itself on Sarin's chest.
Sarin: We’re still going to follow the rule, you know.
Yoko stands up.
Yoko: Then I’m taking a shower. A regular one. Are you coming?
Sarin: I’d be delighted.
Yoko holds her hand out and Sarin takes it and rises off of the couch, and follows Yoko into the bathroom.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:03:11 GMT -5
Segment: Prepare for Victory (Credit: Santiago) The scene opens up backstage in a locker room to find the “Iron Man” Santiago Rivera with Ares. Santiago has his skin tight white boxing shorts on while doing stretches on the ground. Ares: You ready man? Santiago: For what…..the match? Santiago’s keeps pulling his foot back, stretching his leg as he leans completely on that side. Ares: Yeah. Santiago: Haven’t been more ready ever in my life. Ares: Okay, game plan time. Santiago switches and starts stretching out the other leg. He’s making sure he carefully stretches his leg’s out since those are the key to his whole game. Ares: In the beginning Santi, try not to use that much energy. You have to stretch your energy limits over to make sure you last those 45 minutes strong and hard. This is like a bike race here, you can’t pull ahead too quickly, you stay with your team mates and you chase down as many people, then you stay right behind them, making them try to use more energy to wear them down. If you break too fast into the lead too early, you may get a giant lead, but you’ll wear down energy and they’ll come right back and pass you. You have to conserve your energy until it’s just the right time and then BOOM you shoot out in front with all your saved energy while the other riders, in this case Rattlesnake dies down. You understand me? Santiago now switches and sits with both leg’s on each side of him as he bends forward to the ground and reaches as far as he can. Santiago: Yeah, I got you. If I save my energy in the beginning, Rattlesnake will be more determined to finish me off in the beginning, yet towards the end, he’s going to be the one falling behind me as he’s already half dead and I physically dissect him and pull ahead by a long shot. Ares: Exactly! So if he does something stupid in the beginning, he’ll have to pay later! Santiago gets up and extends his legs far, just to finish the leg region. He then stretches out his arms before going to the ground and starting to do pushups.. Santiago: Ares….can you do me a favor? Ares: What is it? There’s sort of a pause. Santiago: Put on “Eye of the Tiger.” I don’t care how cliché it is, it still pumps me up. Ares shakes his head and then walks over to the CD player and looks around. Santiago: Plus, we need this cliché music because tonight is the start of a new era Ares……… Not the era of…… Jonny Spade. Not the era of Vince Hall……… Not the era of BK London. He keeps pausing as he keeps going up for each pushup as he’s up to 45 now. He keeps doing them until he gets to 50. Ares now finds the CD and pops it in, then goes to the track that has “Eye of the Tiger” and Santiago stands up finished with the push ups. After I kick Rattlesnake’s ass six ways to Sunday, the era of terror; The era of domination; the era of awesomation;....... The era of the Iron Man will begin….again. Santiago begins to air box as he gets pumped up to the music.
“Risin' up, back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast You change your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry They stack the odds 'til we take to the street For we kill with the skill to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Risin' up, straight to the top Have the guts, got the glory Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop Just a man and his will to survive”
Santiago breathes heavily as anger, determination, and pride overcome him. He continues boxing as Ares looks on, smiling.
“It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger [/size] The eye of the tiger………………………………The eye of the tiger ………………………………………………………… The eye of the tiger …………………………………… “ [/color][/size] It starts fading “The eye of the tiger……” [/center] [/color] Santiago slowly stops air boxing and becomes hoppy as he keeps hopping up and down as he quickly glances at Ares. Santiago: Ares….I’m hungry…Really hungry. Ares: Santi, come on! You just ate earlier, if you eat now you’re gonna feel sick during your match. Santiago: I’m not hungry for food Ares……I’m hungry for victory and I’m willing to do just about anything to get it because this animal needs to be fed. Ares starts to smile before fully grinning ear to ear. Ares: My student, you are ready. Let’s go out there and win the International title. We got a snake to kill. Santiago looks pumped up with the fury and intensity burning in his eyes. Ares opens the door as Santiago walks out with his hands up by his face as if he’s going out for a boxing match. Ares walks out as well.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:05:00 GMT -5
Match 10: ACW International Championship - Iron Man Match Rattlesnake vs. Santiago Rivera (Credit: Latino) Only two matches remain tonight, but they see ACW’s premier belts being put on the line. Philip comes to the ring, and glances around him before raising his mic.Phillip: This next match is scheduled is for the ACW International Championship and is under the stipulation of a 45 Minute Iron Man Match! The rules are simple. At the end of the time allotted the man with the most pinfalls or submissions will be declared the winner. If there is a tie at the end of time limit then this match will go on to Sudden Death! Introducing first...the challenger from Syracuse, New York, USA....and weighing in at 245 lbs while standing at 6'5".....SANTIAAAAAAAAAAGO........RIVERA!!!! "Superheroes" by Edguy hits as lights of all colors flicker and zoom around the arena. The fans are popping big for the former International Champion. He walks down the entranceway and slaps hands with a few fans. Rivera, though, stays focused on tonight's match up as he desperately wants to make tonight the start of his second International Title reign. He holds up his arms as the fans let out another pop and then rolls inside the ring, underneath the ropes of course. Santiago then gets back up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle corner. He scans the fans and then jumps down as the Champion is announced.Phillip: And his opponent.....he is the ACW International Champion....hailing from Orlando, Florida, USA....weighing in at 277 lbs and standing at a staggering 6'8"...The Vision of Greatness....Rattlesnake! The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around and smirks. He slowly raises his arms to boos from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down.* The Bell Rings * Rattlesnake and Santiago stand on opposite sides of the ring as the Referee holds up the International Title up in the air. Electricity is running all throughout the arena as the fans are going ecstatic. Snake looks around with a smirk and then he glances at his opponent. Santiago stays focused, but still can hear the fans yelling and chanting his name. He walks towards the middle of the as the Referee hands the title belt off to the timekeeper. Snake now moves towards his opponent and holds his hand out in the gesture of a bond. Santiago looks at the hand then back at Snake's face that is covered with the cheesy grin. The fans are already booing at this and Santiago slaps his hand away. Snake the throws a punch with his other hand that targets and hits right on Santiago's left ear. He stumbles to the side and Rattlesnake takes advantage of the opportunity as knee the challenger in the stomach. Rivera goes down but then lunges at the champion with a strike to the gut. Snake stops, taken by surprise himself and then feels the power of an uppercut by Santiago. The champion pops back up and Rivera takes this as a chance to get back up as well. He grabs Snake's face and elbows him once...twice and then grabs his arm as he sends him off to the ropes with an Irish whip. Rattlesnake bounces off and Santiago does a very high leapfrog over the champion. He quickly turns around and watches Snake bounces off of the ropes. As he comes back to middle of the ring, Rivera knocks him down with a very high angle Dropkick to the face. The fans let out a loud pop as Snake falls on his back. Rivera rolls backwards and then is back on his feet within seconds. He runs to the ropes and jumps up, landing on the middle rope. Santiago then springboards back with a Lionsault that connects directly on his opponent's body. Santiago goes for an early cover but before the Referee can even make a one count Rattlesnake he kicks out. The fans are now starting to get into the match more and more as Rivera stands himself up. He raises an arm to the fans and then turns towards Rattlesnake getting up to one knee. The challenger rushes over to his opponent and immediately grabs him by the hair and throws a barrage of punches to his face. Snake tries his best to block them but Santiago is doing his best as well to break through. Snake then falls back as Santiago rushes at him to continue his attack. As he steps forward, the Champion kicks his opponent in right in the knee. This stops Santiago right in his tracks as he grabs his knee. Rattlesnake grabs onto the ropes as he gets back up with that signature grin on his face. Waiting a few seconds, He runs at Santiago and quickly grabs one arm and then jumps up. As he comes down, Santiago's face slams into the mat with a devastating Single Arm DDT. He pushes Rivera on his back and grabs a hold of him by the front of his face. Pulling roughly, his other hand forms a fist and roughly punches him in the back of the head. The fans all over the arena start yelling and even one close by yells out "DONKEY PUNCH!" This gets a chuckle from the crowd and even the champion himself as he grabs a hold of Santiago from behind once again. He lifts him up and holds Rivera up a couple feet from the ground. He kicks his feet and tries to reach around to break free but Rattlesnake has him held on tight. The seconds pass on by and the fans are starting to chant "RATTLESNAKE SUCKS! RATTLESNAKE SUCKS! RATTLESNAKE SUCKS!" He suddenly feels a strong back elbow jab to the face. This does not stop him as he keeps a firm grasp and applies his choke on Santiago. Rivera elbows Snake again and again until finally the champion lets go, allowing his opponent to fall down on the mat. The challenger quickly gets back up and then gives his opponent a stiff chop to the chest. The fans let out a loud "WOOOOOOOOOO!" The former International Champion smirks at this and gives him another stiff chop forcing his chest to turn deep red. Santiago does not hesitate to grab Snake by the head and lifts him for a stalling Vertical Suplex. He nearly loses his balance at the end but faithfully pulls it off at the end. He then keeps a hold of his head and pulls Snake back up to his feet. Pushing back, Santiago nails his opponent in the face with a series of Straight Palm Strikes. With each strike Rattlesnake falls back a step or two until he's leant up against the ropes. Rivera leans back and then runs forward with a big clothesline that sends both men over the top rope. Rattlesnake grabs onto the ropes and his feet land on the apron. Santiago nearly takes a nosedive onto the outside mats but with luck he grabs the middle rope and swings against the ring apron. Pulling himself back up, Rattlesnake throws a punch but Santiago ducks. He quickly grabs Snake by the legs and arms and lifts him up on his shoulders. He holds him up and then glances over at the announce table on the outside. The fans are cheering loudly. Some say yes. Some say no but Santiago doesn't care. He jumps towards the table and as both men are in the air Santiago pulls out of Rattlesnake's book the Snakebite. Both men slam into the Announcer's Table forcing it to collapse under the combined weight and impact. The fans let out a huge pop over this as the Referee calls for the bell and Phillip gets on the microphone. Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen the first fall has been awarded to Rattlesnake by Disqualification! The score is now One to Zero!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:05:46 GMT -5
As the bell echoes throughout the arena to signify the first fall, Snake and Santiago are laid out. The Champion barely moves as the fans are chanting and cheering like crazy. The seconds pass on by as ACW Officials start running down as both men finally show some sign of life. Santiago is the first to get up slowly to his feet. He staggers back and forth and then leans up against the ring apron. The Referee is counting away and the challenger hears this. He quickly rushes over towards his opponent and grabs him by the hair. Roughly, he pulls him to his own feet and starts dragging him down the ring aisle. The Referee now yells out "THREE!" while the ACW Officials hurry up to put the announcer's table back together. The cameras cut back to Santiago and Snake as the International Champion is whipped down the entranceway near the Heatwave set. Rivera then charges at his opponent and goes for a stiff kick to the face. Rattlesnake ducks and grabs Santiago by the waist and legs. He holds back for a second but then picks him up and with a quick spin slams Santiago down right into the floor of the set. Santiago practically bounces up in the air a couple inches due to the impact and then slams back down onto the floor. The Referee is continuing his count from the ring as he yells out "FIVE!" Snake hears this and forces himself back up. He looks back at Santiago and kicks him a couple times until he rolls over and falls off the side of the stage. The Champion then starts walking away until he passes a ladder that is set up for the World Title match later in the show. He looks at it and then back at the ring. The Referee yells out "SIX!" and Rattlesnake makes a quick decision. He grabs the rungs of the ladder and starts climbing up. The fans let out a cheer at the site of more violence as Rattlesnake makes it to the top. Snake hears the Referee yell out "SEVEN!" and suddenly he dives off the top of the ladder with a Shooting Star Press, The Venom Strike, which bears a resemblance to Brock Lesnar's style. He nails it perfectly off the stage to Santiago still laid out. The fans all stand up as they want to see the impact. The Referee yells out as the camera watches both men writhe in pain. "EIGHT" is now heard but now both men can barely hear a word. Snake is the first to try and get out from this pit of damage as the Referee yells out once more with a "NINE!" The champion finally pulls himself out and onto the Heatwave set but it's too late for either man to make it back to the ring as the Referee yells out "TEN!" and calls for the bell. Phillip gets back on the microphone and makes his announcement.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen the score is STILL One for Rattlesnake and Zero for Santiago. Due to the double count-out neither man is awarded a point!
Rattlesnake shakes his head at the announcement but reaches in to grab a hold of Santiago. He pulls him out by the arm and soon enough both men come running down the entranceway. Rivera is thrown back into the ring as he slides under the ropes. Rattlesnake grabs onto the ropes and as he pulls himself up on the ring apron, Santiago nails him with a stiff kick that was missed earlier. He then grabs Snake by the head. Rivera puts his feet on the bottom rope and with an extra bounce gives Rattlesnake a very high angle suplex back inside the ring. Both men slam into the ring but Snake feels the majority of the pain. Santiago quickly forces himself back up as he looks down at Rattlesnake. He starts stomping and yelling at him to get up. The fans are cheering Santiago on as he pulls his opponent to his feet. He throws a right and then a left and then another right. Snake staggers backwards and then whips him into the ropes. Santiago goes the opposite way. Rattlesnake starts to gain control of his own self as he bounces off and runs faster towards his opponent. Santiago jumps on the middle rope and springboards off with his Dance of Death. A loud SMACK! is heard all over the arena as Snake falls down and Santiago lands on his knees. He quickly jumps on Snake and hooks the leg for the cover. The Referee slides onto the mat and makes the count.. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the score is now tied with both men at ONE fall! The time is now counting down to TEN minutes!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:06:15 GMT -5
Santiago raises an arm for the pin but then realizes how much time is left in the match. He knows now that he needs to get the last fall now before the match runs out of the time. The challenger grabs Snake by the arm and whips him into the corner. He runs at him and with a big lariat. He nails it perfectly and Snake stumbles out of the corner in a daze of his own world. Santiago stays in the corner as he watches Snake...almost like a hunter stalks his prey. As the Champion turns around, Santiago runs like a madman with the Ten Gallon Boot. Snake ducks and the Referee takes it hard to the back of the head. He falls down hard and Santiago looks down with a big "OH SHIT!" look on his face. Snake looks down and can only smile and laugh. Suddenly the two men are in a battle of the punches. The fans are cheering loudly as the two men are going nuts in the middle of the ring. The clock on the titantron now says THREE MINUTES are left in the match. The cameras catch a fan with the sign that says "Bring out Umaga and Rosey, Bischoff!" Back in the ring, Rattlesnake ducks a punch and maneuvers around his opponent. He gets behind him and wraps his arms around him. Snake then gives everyone a smirk as he lifts him for the Poisonous Venom. As he is lifted up, Santiago breaks free and rolls onto the mat back onto his feet. Rattlesnake lands on his back and Santiago does not let him get back up as he drops a big legdrop on his face. Santiago then gets back up to his feet and raises an arm as the fans yell out with an enormous amount of cheers. He then looks at the turnbuckle and then back at Rattlesnake on the ring mat. The Referee is still laid out on the mat from the early hit. Rivera starts walking towards the turnbuckle and climbs up top buckle by buckle. Once he reaches the top, everyone knows what the challenger is attempting to do. Rivera looks side to side and quickly measures his distance. He dives off with the 1000th Trip to Hell. The fans all stand up and watch as Santiago nails the move perfectly on Rattlesnake. Rivera hooks the leg and the audience starts count out "ONE! TWO! THREE!", but the Referee is still knocked out, slowly coming out of his slumber. Santiago looks at the clock that says ONE MINUTE is left, he is pissed off and yes the doors are locked. Suddenly, the fans cheer out again as Hunter comes running down to the ring with a steel chair in hand. He slides underneath the ropes and as Santiago turns around, BAM! he's nailed in the face with the chair. Rivera hits the mat hard and Hunter quickly leaves the ring and runs down the entranceway, disappearing to the back. The fans are shocked and confused as to what just happened. The Referee starts to wake up and looks around as both men are laid out. Rattlesnake gets up and he looks back at the ramp and then at his opponent. Unlike the Referee he can put two and two together as he grabs a hold of Santiago. He quickly lifts Santiago onto his shoulder with perfection nails the Snakebite. Santiago slams into the ring mat and Rattlesnake goes for the cover; he staggers, though, and drops to his knees, the match having drained him of all his energy. With the clock in its last few seconds, he slumps into the cover- . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE- Ding ding ding!
The referee’s count is drowned by the bell; the clock hits zero, but his hand is down. Rattlesnake just stays where he is; he already knows what the outcome is. Phillip stands up and as he looks around puts the microphone to his mouth.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is over, with a score of two falls to one. Therefore, here is your winner and STILL ACW International Champion..... Rattlesnake!
The crowd launches into a frenzy of booing as “Blind” hits; Rattlesnake gets up, and takes back his belt with an extremely cocky smirk. Preferring not to wait around for Santiago to recover, he slides out of the ring and taunts the fans as he moves up the ramp.
The referee checks on Santiago, and the camera picks up Ares running down to the ring. He enters it and helps the Iron Man up; Santiago is understandably furious, but the crowd still cheers for him, and Santiago throws his arms up alongside Ares. After all, Rattlesnake needed help to secure the win in the end… and Santiago certainly isn’t treating this as a decisive defeat. One thing is sure, Hunter’s actions could very well come back to haunt him in the near future…
The show fades out to its final break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:07:42 GMT -5
Segment: Final Words (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens up, an immediate shot is shown of the face of BK London. While the ladies in the crowd swoon over his boyish good looks, the male fans bombard him with a huge amount of boos. Slowly the camera pulls out and standing beside BK London is ACW male correspondent, Kevin Anderson. Kevin stands by until he gets the signal to go in a fresh new suit with his sort of Miz looking faux-hawk.
Kevin: Kevin Anderson here, and we're only momnets away from the main event of the show, where this man - BK London - will attempt to win his second ACW Heavyweight Championship from his former friend Latino. BK, in your own words, how would you describe Latino's title reign so far.
BK: Latino's title reign so far has been absolutely gruesome. I mean, the only thing that's getting it remotely any interest is because he's feuding against me. It's not him selling out this arena, it's not him selling the most merchandise, it's me. And frankly, I think he would LIKE to be me, but that's not the case is it? He would like to have ratings be at the top while he is champion - but he can't because he's not that strong or INTERESTING of a character to bring in that well of ratings. When I win the title tonight, a golden stream of light will break through the storm clouds that hover over ACW and finally, it will be morning again. Tonight at this PPV, the PPV we have to blowout this summer for ACW - we have a CAT fighting a KOALA!..........A CAT FIGHTING A KOALA! Do you know how embarrassing that looks for a fed? Are we supposed to be taken seriously with matches like that? And why are matches like this sanctioned? Because our champion doesn't take initiative to end matches like that. Latino is NOT championship material, and I will reveal that to the world tonight in the process of stripping him of the glory he does not deserve.
Kevin: Does not deserve? Sorry BK, but you can't argue the fact that he does deserve to be champion after the year he has had.
BK: After the year he has had? You mean that lackluster win at Fallen Heroes in a Battle Royale that I wasn't even part of? You mean coming back after a "career threatening" injury and defeating Torak at the PPV soon after, and let's not forget at the biggest PPV of the year in the main event where he defeated a champion who is somewhat a shadow of their former self. Oh that great and wonderful year? I have never willingly took time off for an injury, I have wrestled 300+ plus a year and THAT's why I am the best ACW has to offer. I have defeated everyone he has defeated and I have done it better, I have won every championship Latino has had and I have done it with a better style than he has. He doesn't want to admit it, but the fans see it, the boys in the back see it, and most importantly of all - he sees it - that when it comes to what we do in that ring, he can't even lace my boots.
Kevin: Strong words, now in about -
Kevin glances at his watch and then returns to the interview.
Kevin: - five minutes, you will finally be able to square off with Latino, do you have any strategy for this match?
BK: Heheh, funny thing about this match. You see, Ladder matches have absolutely no rules, which is right up my alley. Expect the Hardcore Legend to be in full force tonight, and expect the championship to come back home to daddy. This interview is over.
BK London walks off camera and heads towards the stage area for his match tonight and the anticipation for this match even grows more in the fans eyes. They have been promised a era changing match tonight, and that's exactly what they are going to get...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:08:37 GMT -5
Match 11: ACW World Title - Ladder Match BK London vs. Victor “Latino” Laureano And so, another ACW PPV is reaching its climax. The crowd has shown tremendous fortitude, not flagging in any of the excellent contests tonight, but the one remaining match is set to test them to the absolute limit. The crew have already placed ladders on the floor at ringside, and from the ceiling descends a thin wire, with the ACW World Title belt hanging from it.
The crowd is almost mesmerisied, until Philip’s voice draws their attention to him.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our Main Event tonight is a ladder match, and it is for the ACW World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger… from Brooklyn, New York, he is the ringleader of the Triple Syndicate… BK London! ”Don’t get Carried Away” hits the arena, and there are plenty of loud boos as BK makes his entrance. He poses on the ramp as pyro explodes, and stares at the title before walking to the ring. Upon entering he throws his arms up, signaling his intent to all present, and awaits his rival.Philip: And his opponent, from New York City, he is the defending ACW World Champion… Victor “Latino” Laureano! The crowd becomes highly animated once again, shouting “Ooooh, Latino!” along with the voice over at the beginning of “Oye!”. Latino comes out on to the stage slapping his chest; he of course has no belt, so he makes the internationally recognized gesture with his hands around his waist and heads to the ring.
Raymond Allen Fleming is on hand to oversee everything; he knows well the bitterness between these two, and only his own force of personality keeps them apart while he makes his essential checks. This done, he nods to the timekeeper, who completes the process in time honored fashion.Bell Rings. The crowd is about as hyped as it’s possible to be for this match, and the noise fills the spacious arena as BK and Latino stare one another down. Neither moves for what seems like an age; so much has happened, not only since Latino’s victory at Omega Effect, but throughout the time these two men have known one another. Even if there were no title on the line, the significance of this confrontation would almost be beyond measuring… …and then something gives, and they both move in the same moment. Battle is joined. Edison: Here we go, here we go! The crowd roars as Latino and BK throw punches at one another; Latino’s strikes are rapid and precise, BK’s a little slower but more powerful when they connect. For a good 15 seconds they stand and fight, neither wanting to be the first to back down; to the trained eye it becomes clear that Latino’s taking the worst of it, and he has to take action, snatching at BK’s wrist as his clenched hand passes by his cheek, and whipping him hard into the ropes. BK hits them and rebounds straight into a clothesline; Latino ducks under it, but BK hurtles to the opposite, closer side and as he bounces a second time, he connects with his outstretched arm and knocks Latino to the mat. Latino leaps up at once, only to be hit with a heel kick from BK while he’s off balance, and made to fall a second time. McNally: London with a strong opening, Eddie. Look at his eyes! Edison: That’s pure passion right there, Max. BK’s emotional investment in this is huge. The crowd boos BK, who is striding back and forth and shouting at Latino as he gets back in his feet. Latino does not return immediately to the attack, rather he locks eyes with BK and the pair circle, getting slowly closer. This match is being intensely fought in the minds of the competitors, as well as in the ring. This time when the competitors come in reach of one another, the strikes come with increasing speed until it’s hard for those watching to keep up. The gap between the men becomes smaller and smaller, until in an instant they’re tied up together; they grapple, and for a moment it seems BK will win the day – but then Latino finds something extra, and is able to suplex his opponent. With great speed, Latino kips on to his feet, and hits BK with a double leg drop; the fans pop loudly, and Latino starts to shake his shoulders a little, getting back at his opponent. McNally: Hear these fans, they’re certainly feeling the heat! As BK rolls to his feet, Latino attempts to grab an early lead, and goes directly for the Awitchblade Cut; BK is able to defend himself by pushing Latino away from himself into the ropes, and he then dashes at Latino, clotheslining him from behind and sending him out of the ring. Sliding out after him, BK pulls Latino up and throws him against the outside of one of the posts; Latino turns so that he hits it back-first, and then has to duck as BK makes the first use of a ladder in this ladder match, grabbing one from the floor at ring side and trying to drive it straight into Latino’s face. Edison: Whoa, Latino dodged that by the skin of his teeth, and he does not look happy about it… “Not Happy” is surely a candidate for understatement of the evening; Latino is fuming with rage, and a tug of war develops over the ladder. His anger gives him strength and he is able to rip it out of BK’s grasp; the fans cry out as Latino rams it into BK’s shoulder, knocking him down sideways, and the camera at ringside captures a close-up of BK grimacing in real pain. McNally: That looks like it could compromise BK for the rest of this match… Edison: Uh, actually I’d be more worried about what Latino’s doing now, Max. The cameras are on Latino, who is pulling back a portion of the mats at ringside, exposing the bare concrete floor. BK pulls himself up using the security barrier, and is able to block one punch from Latino, but not the second; dazed, BK is open for Latino to set him up, and he immediately hooks up and delivers a suplex. The twist of his hips sends the crowd into overdrive… McNally: Hold on to your hats, he’s going for the Three Shots!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:10:01 GMT -5
BK’s face can’t be clearly seen, but his breathing is loud and laboured as Latino fights with him to deliver the second suplex. The smack as both men hit the concrete makes those at close quarters cringe, and Latino is much slower getting to his feet for the third and final suplex. BK struggles, and Latino has to exert a great deal of energy – but he completes his famed trio to a huge response from the fans.
Edison: Wooooow! That shows just how high the stakes are, Max, no one’s so much as set a ladder up yet!
From the ring, RAF watches with a steely eye as Latino gets to his feet. His chest is heaving, and he’s taking a massive gamble by laying out his cards so early – but BK is down, clutching his shoulder with his eyes closed, and Latino needs no further cue to act. He takes up the ladder from the floor nearby and slides it into the ring; rolling back in himself, he starts to set it up, but it’s tall and hard to balance. The crowd cheers, willing Latino on… which rings alarm bells in BK London’s brain.
Latino is testing the ladder for stability as BK sets his eyes on him. In that same moment he catches a glimpse of gold above, and it’s like a jolt of electricity; BK jumps on to the apron, vaults the ropes, and charges at Latino to hit him with a shoulder tackle before he can defend himself. Latino staggers, and BK opens up on him with a stream of left and right handed punches, and tops it off with a DDT. Swift recovery is everything, and BK runs to the ladder; he starts to ascend, but Latino scrambles to his feet and throws himself at the ladder, tipping it over sideways. BK is able to jump off of it and land safely, and the fans all shout as he and Latino clash fiercely a few feet from the ladder, which is lying open but on its side and propped against the ropes.
McNally: Intense! You can practically smell the Testosterone from here.
Edison: Er, sorry, I think that’s my pear drops. The doc says I need to look after my voicebox.
McNally: Heh, well if it were a car, it would have about 100,000 miles on it by now.
BK gets the better of the particular exchange; he is able to whip Latino to the ropes, and then perform a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that leaves Latino on the mat and gritting his teeth. With his foe momentarily indisposed, BK takes the ladder and sits it horizontally across one of the corners whilst closed up; Latino doesn’t spot this, and so when BK whips him again, Latino crashes forehead-first into the metal barrier in his way. He stumbles back and staggers slightly comically before flopping to the mat (which gets a pop all of its own, and even a slight smirk from BK). The sound quickly becomes dominated by boos, however, as BK retrieves the ladder; he has it in both hands, still horizontal, when Latino nips up and grabs the other side so that the two men are literally chest-to-chest. They battle for control, turning around so that RAF has to literally drop to the floor to avoid being smacked with the ladder; every time he raises his head the ladder turns again, with BK and Latino oblivious to the comedy that they are creating.
Edison: Watch out, Raymond!
McNally: I bet Fleming feels as if he’s in charge of the “Special Bus” this evening…
Latino finally gets control of the ladder; BK immediately defends, expecting Latino to attack, but instead Latino drops the ladder to the mat with a clang. BK drops his guard for a fraction of a second in surprise, but that’s all Latino requires; he sticks with his plan and suplexes BK on to the ladder, and then ups the ante by following through with a-
Edison: BRAAIIIINNNBUUSSSTTTAAHHHH!
McNally: It looks like the Brainbuster is becoming this season’s Shining Wizard, Eddie.
BK’s shoulder is again causing him pain, but he refuses to stay down for long. He is already rising as Latino puts the ladder up to a vertical position. He doesn’t have time to center it under the belt, and so it is left slightly off-centre as he and BK face off. They move toward one another and exchange more punches, but both are now becoming conscious of the need to get up to that belt at the earliest opportunity.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:11:19 GMT -5
Already this match has demonstrated just how deeply both of these men desire the prize hanging above them; the ladder, still in the ring, seems to almost call to them. Of course, nothing’s ever that simple; Latino starts toward the ladder, but BK puts on a burst of speed and gets in front of him, intending to knock his opponent down and ensure he stays there before making the ascent. Fists fly, and RAF lets them get on with it, his judgment counseling him to let a closed hand or two pass in the interests of a flowing battle. It’s a wise move, as in responding to a particularly fierce burst of jabs, BK grabs Latino’s wrist and whips him hard into the ladder, which topples and falls against the ropes to lean at an angle, its two halves snapping shut at the same time.
McNally: Well, that’s going to make it tougher to get at the belt.
Edison: As well as offering some other interesting possibilities, Max…
Latino sprawls on the now folded ladder, and BK athletically jumps up, trying to perform a double footed stomp to Latino, who rolls out of the way just in time. BK thinks (literally) on his feet, and jumps again from the ladder into a modified version of his Air London (Wheel Kick) as Latino is getting up. The Latin King takes a mighty shot to the face, and crumples; the crowd boos with mounting anger, but BK isn’t in the mood to be distracted, not tonight of all nights. He immediately grabs the ladder and sets it the right way up, and starts to climb-
-but the sudden surge of noise from the fans tells him all is not well, and indeed it is not, for Latino is up and clambering after him. BK attempts to quicken, but Latino is faster, and about half way up he reaches his foe. BK is not in a good position to defend himself, and Latino has no qualms about pulling BK away from the ladder in time with his own leap, and…
Edison: DDAAAANNNGGGEERROOOUSSS!!
McNally: Power bomb from halfway up the ladder! Both men down!
RAF surveys the situation, and begins a 10 count. At somewhere around 4, both men begin to move; they roll in opposite directions, with BK using the ladder to help him up and Latino making use of the ropes. BK could start to climb the ladder again, but he has a different idea; he moves toward Latino, and turns his body so that Latino steps directly facing the standing ladder. This sets things up perfectly for BK, who elbows Latino in the head and then performs one of his famed belly to belly overhead suplexes – only instead of landing on his back, Latino smacks into the ladder and drops on to his head before slumping to the mat. Smirking, BK seems to enjoy the crowd’s disapproval of his actions, and he hauls a groggy Latino back to his feet.
The ladder has been shifted out of position by Latino’s strike on it; BK sees this, and gets a nasty glint in his eye. He kicks over the ladder, and then drops Latino onto it and positions him so that he is sandwiched between the two halves, one underneath him and one over the top.
McNally: What on earth…. I don’t like the look of this.
With the open ends of the ladder nearest his head, Latino is still dazed. BK hurries to the corner, and then mocks Latino by ascending and shaking his shoulders. The crowd boos angrily… and then the boos become screams as BK takes flight into a splash, and lands smack-dab on top of his foe.
Edison: OOOOOOOH MY GAWD!!
Latino actually yells in acute pain as he is crushed between the two metal halves of the ladder, and BK’s body weight. BK gets up and taunts Latino further; Latino is shaking slightly from shock, but his fists clench, and he rolls away from the ladder. BK just puts the ladder up again… but he’s created a problem for himself, the struts that hold the ladder open have been broken by the impact, and the ladder now refuses to stand. Furious, BK throws the ladder down and slides out of the ring to get a new one. Locating a fresh ladder, he picks it up, turns-
McNally: Incoming!!
-and is hit by the hurtling form of Latino, performing his Coqui’s Flight over the ropes to the outside. Now it’s BK’s turn to take the impact of being squashed under a ladder; he is knocked powerfully to the ground, and Latino slaps his chest strongly and leaps up, running on sheer adrenalin. He gets up on to the security barrier, and leaps a second time, this time going for the Drunk’s Stumble (Corkscrew Moonsault). BK, however, rolls out of the way at the last second, and Latino smacks into the ladder on the floor.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:12:07 GMT -5
Both BK and Latino are starting to look a little frayed around the edges, but neither man is prepared to show weakness, and as BK shoves his new ladder into the ring, Latino somehow gets up and kicks him in the base of the spine. BK twists with a leg extended and kicks Latino in the ribs; Latino staggers back into the barrier, and some of the fans get a little too close to the action for comfort as they try to pat their hero on the back. BK has no qualms about potentially injuring an audience member, and attacks Latino with vicious punches; Latino fights to push BK back, and as BK goes for a hit right between the eyes, Latino suddenly pulls something out of the bag and delivers a counter into a spinning jawbreaker. BK is put totally off balance, and Latino abandons the chance to do further damage in favor of scooting back to the ring. He slides in and runs to the new ladder, standing it up; He is already climbing as BK dives back under the ropes, and goes for the side nearest to him so that both men are ascending on different sides.
McNally: BK’s gaining, but Latino will get there first…
Edison: We’re going to see Latino retain, right here and now!
The crowd goes ballistic as Latino does indeed get to the top first; he gets a hand to the belt and pulls it, but it’s well attached to its wire and won’t come off easily. BK is swiftly on the scene too, and he puts a hand on the belt; unwilling to relinquish the prize, BK and Latino fight one-handed, an arrangement that is not conducive to the stability of the platform they are depending on…
McNally: It’s going to topple!
Edison: Sweet Mother Mary!
Edison “heroically” ducks under the announce table as the ladder falls; the crowd yells, first in fear, and then in absolute astonishment. BK and Latino are both holding on to the belt; there’s not enough for them both to grip, and the audience roars as BK loses his and drops to the mat. He rolls over, gasping for breath; Latino feels the sheer joy of victory… but the prize is slipping from him, too. He claws it desperately, trying to shake it free – and his curse of despair is broadcast across the globe as he too falls, and protects himself as best he can as he too meets the canvas at speed.
Neither man is moving, and RAF comes to each in turn with a highly concerned look on his face.
Edison: I think this match has to be stopped right here, Max. One or both of these men may need serious medical attention, that was one heck of a drop- wait!
RAF is standing again; the timekeeper is also standing, looking for instruction, and RAF gives a thumbs-up signal. As if to confirm his reading of the situation, Latino and BK start to move, very slowly getting first to their knees and then on to their feet. Judging how lucky they were not to strike either ladder in the ring, RAF shoves the broken ladder to the outside, leaving only the toppled but still intact one where it lies.
It seems entirely right that there should be a pause at this point; BK and Latino watch one another closely, but both seem to agree on a truce for just a few seconds. Latino looks at the belt, with half a wry smile… he was so very close. Is this as close as he will ever come to that title again?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 15:12:47 GMT -5
The crowd is amazed that both these men are able to continue, and there is a spontaneous burst of cheering as they slowly get close to one another again. Things start off tentatively, with some sparring punches, and then rapidly get more serious until it’s a fully fledged scrap. BK sneaks in a strike to the temple on Latino, and then hooks him up for a side belly to belly. He carries off the move, and hangs on as they rise in order to deliver a second; Latino tries everything he can think of to stall BK, but BK wants payback for those Three Shots earlier, and completes the combo with a fresh Overhead belly to belly. Thankfully there’s no ladder this time, and the boos of the crowd are mixed in with some cheers from fans highly impressed with BK’s form.
Edison: That was one heck of a sequence, but can London capitalize?
McNally: He’s going for the ladder right now…
BK retrieves the fallen ladder, and replaces it in position. He gets a foot to it – but does not see Latino loom up behind him, and Latino retaliates with a kick to the back. As BK turns around, Latino performs a Northern Lights suplex; he too holds on, and follows it with a Fisherman’s suplex variation. The crowd by now is going nuts as Latino battles for the final suplex… and foils BK by abruptly getting behind him, and performing a German Suplex to cap it.
McNally: What an incredible display of skill!
Edison: Oh, it’s great to watch, but it’s tiring these two out quickly. I don’t think either one has an advantage here.
Edison’s judgement looks correct; Latino and BK are both down, and RAF’s new 10 count is at 5 before they’re really moving again. It’s becoming clear to them both that they have to get to that belt sooner rather than later, and BK summons all his energy to get up and half-crawl to the ladder a short distance away. He begins to climb steadily; Latino can hear the crowd, and gets up to his feet. His aches and pains suddenly go out of his head as he sees BK two thirds of the way up the ladder, and with amazing speed, he starts to ascend after him.
Edison: Something big’s going on, everyone fasten your seatbelts!
BK gets to the top, and grasps the belt; he pulls at it, and then Latino appears from the other side of the ladder, and punches BK between the eyes while he has his hands full. The crowd is going nuts as Latino places his arms around BK’s waist; BK guesses what’s coming, and tries to hold on to the belt…
Latino kicks away, and the fans scream the place down as he and BK fall, executing the Rican Sensation. BK can’t hold the smooth leather tightly enough to bring it with him, and there is a huge crash as they both hit the canvas on their backs for the second time from height. There is also a secondary effect; the ladder is destabilized, and as RAF has his attention on the superstars, the ladder falls and whacks him square on the head. RAF drops, and appears well out of it as Latino and BK begin to stir.
McNally: The referee’s down!
Edison: It’s open season out there… and I think London realizes it!
BK has rolled himself to the edge of the ring; he looks exceedingly tired, and extremely frustrated. He also spots that RAF is down; Latino is pulling himself up with the ropes, and BK gets a dark smirk across his features. Slyly, he pulls out a chair from under the ring and leaves it on the ground, before staggering as if disorientated. Those close by try to yell a warning, but the majority of the crowd eggs Latino on, and he rushes the ropes, going for the Pitbull’s Pounce. As soon as he’s in the air, BK grabs the chair from by his feet, and smashes it directly into Latino’s skull as he descends.
McNally: DAMMIT! London’s going to steal this match right out from under the champion’s nose!
BK starts to kick Latino while he’s down; the crowd yells lividly at BK, and Latino is galvanized into action, rolling backward on to his feet and lashing out with a kick of his own to the ribs. This distracts BK long enough for Latino to hit a mighty facebreaker DDT, and both men lie still for several seconds.
Edison: How much more can either of these men take?!
Fatigue is definitely playing a major role now; BK drags himself to his feet, and puts the chair on to the edge of the apron before locating one of two remaining ladders at ringside. He sets this up on the outside of the ring close to the apron, and then bundles Latino back into the ring, also close to the ropes. The crowd starts to get worried as BK slowly begins to climb the ladder on the outside.
McNally: This… this is madness…
Edison: But if London scores with this, Latino almost certainly won’t be able to continue. He’s barely hanging on now…
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