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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:23:24 GMT -5
BK looks over at TNT, starting at him wondering of that was a slow count, but not too sure. BK picks up Latino and drives him in the head with a Dusty Rhodes like Bionic Elbow and it sends Latino bouncing off the ropes. Latino comes back and BK attempts the London-Plex, but Latino counters by wrenching the arm of BK and pulling him towards him before hitting his Switchblade Cut. Latino wastes no time covering after that maneuver and TNT slides over to count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
Phillip: Latino has scored his first fall and leads BK, 1 - 0.
Latino quickly gets up upon getting this fall and grabs BK's legs. He steps right between them and locks in a Sharpshooter to the dismay of the crowd. BK pushes himself up with his arms and screams in pain as Latino sits on his back. Latino executes the Sharpshooter with absolutely excellence, and now BK begins to crawl towards the ropes but Latino pulls him back to the center of the ring. The shooting pain in BK's back and legs are becoming too much to bear, but he has one thing on his mind and one thing only and that's the ACW Championship. He uses this a a strength, and crawls towards the ropes - eventually grabbing onto it as if it were a life preserver. Latino refuses to release the move and TNT now has to use force and he aggressively rips Latino off of BK. Latino doesn't play that shit, he shoves TNT but TNT shoves him right back and it looks like a brawl is about to escalate. BK scoops up Latino from behind in a schoolboy and TNT wastes no time counting.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
Even the crowd thought BK had Latino there, but Latino gets right back up and attempts to clothesline BK but BK counters with his Air London right to the jaw of Latino. Latino is knocked out cold and so is BK, but BK manages to roll over to the ropes and he uses it to help him up. Latino on the other hand, slowly begins to rise with the help of no ropes. BK bounces off the ropes and attempts a bulldog but Latino ducks under and BK is sent sternum first into the ropes. He springs backwards right into a Cobra Clutch by Latino, but BK counters it into a jaw breaker and now Latino staggers around the ring clutching his jaw in pain. He sucks up the pain for a moment and approaches BK with a Tornado DDT but BK throws Latino off of him. Latino lands on his feet, just barely without falling on his ass, but he is the recipient of a Shades of Michaels. Latino is laid out cold in the ring and BK slumps right over him and TNT makes the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
Phillip: BK London scores his first fall over Latino, which brings the score 1 -1.
As the fans let out a cheer over Phillip’s last announcement, BK wastes no time. He rolls over and grabs onto Latino’s leg as he starts stomping over the other free leg. The World Champion tries to break free as the pain brings him back to life, but London has his number so far. He drives his foot against Latino’s leg and then drops down with an elbow drop. Latino sits up but then slams his back down against the mat as he yells out in pain. The fans are cheering loudly for the torment that the World Champion is going through. London then drags Latino towards the ropes while the Champion claws at anything to stop him to no avail. BK puts his opponent’s leg on the ropes and then jumps up as he works to grind his foot into the champion’s leg. Latino pulls it out quickly and rolls off to the side, grabbing his already worked on leg. He stands up a little, putting more weight on is better leg, as London walks over. Latino takes a few steps back as he holds out in arm to keep some distance from London. BK doesn’t take this as he grabs Latino’s arm and whips him into the ropes. Latino runs with a slight limp and as he returns BK flips him over with a back body drop onto the ring mat. Latino arches his back as it feels the pain and he then quickly rolls underneath the ropes. London looks back wondering what the hell is he doing as he starts yelling out towards Latino.
The nearby fans are yelling at Latino to get back in the ring but he turns back to them, yelling back for them to shut up. TNT starts counting away as London pushes the ropes down, taunting Latino to come back in the ring……ONE……TWO……THREE…..FOUR…. Latino starts massaging his weakened leg as he yells at TNT to “Hold up! It’s tender!” …..FIVE….SIX….. Latino slides over to the other side of the ring and quickly rolls under the mat. London this time charges at Latino and the Champion takes down his opponent with a drop toehold. Latino now gets behind BK and drives an elbow to the back of his head. He does so again and again as he pushes London’s face against the ring mat. BK pushes himself off as Latino backs away, trying to keep his distance. A few select moments pass as London gets up. He stares down Latino and this time charges at him. Latino tries to get away but his bad leg gives out on him. London grabs the leg once more and forces Latino to stand on one leg. He hops for a few moments and then jumps up with an Enzirugi kick that London ducks and reverses the move into the Corporate Lock but it’s broken out as Latino barrel rolls forward, sending BK into the ropes.
Latino quickly gets up and runs toward the turnbuckle nearest London. He runs up the buckles and then jumps off with a springboard dropkick to the face that knocks down his opponent. He then mounts on BK and throws a fury of punches all directed at London’s face. The fans in arena start chanting “Latino SUCKS! Latino SUCKS! Latino SUCKS!” over and over again. The champion tries not to listen as he puts more attention on BK. He maneuvers around him and works to applying his Indian Deathlock. London starts fighting as he grabs Latino’s ankle and slides out of the way. He stands up, still with the ankle in hand, and locks on the Corporate Lock once again. This time Latino doesn’t barrel roll out of this move as London has the submission locked on tight. He starts yelling at Latino to “TAP!” but the Latin King screams out “NO!” He pulls himself closer to the ropes but London pulls him back. Latino doesn’t stop though as he continues on with this tug of war. His hands reach forward with all his strength for the ropes. He pushes against the ring mat and does a small leap forward as his hands touch the ropes. TNT calls for BK to break the hold.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:23:55 GMT -5
He throws Latino’s leg down for an added sense of pain. The Champion by instinct grabs his leg that is now throbbing in pain. He pulls it underneath the ropes to keep some distance from his opponent. Latino then stands up with the ropes standing between himself and London. He then slowly steps back inside the ring as London taunts him to return. The fans are chanting loudly for Latino to fight as he looks back at the arena around him. He then charges at BK, nailing him in the face with a dropkick. As London falls down against the mat Latino rolls against the mat and then quickly works to applying the Indian Deathlock once again. He nearly gets the move applied completely but London breaks free. He grabs Latino’s legs and quickly flips him over as he puts on the Lasso from El Paso. He puts on some pressure and London suddenly yells out “THIS MOVE SUCKS” just as the move falls apart from BK’s grasp. He looks down with a “What the Hell” look but then quickly back to action. He stands up Latino and whips him into the ropes. As the Champion returns, he ducks a Blackout Kick from London and as he gets behind him he locks on a Sleeperhold from behind. London tries to break free but Latino has the move locked on tight. He waits a few seconds and then drops BK down on the mat, inflicting more damage to the head.
Latino now once again works to apply the Indian Deathlock on his opponent. He has the move on applied perfectly this time as BK tries to break free. Latino lifts his body up as he applies more pressure. London works his way to the ropes as he tries to break free but Latino keeps a firm hold. He slides back a couple inches as he moves London away from the ropes. The fans are cheering BK’s name louder and louder as Latino shakes his head no. He puts one finger up the fans as he tries to quiet them down. It of course proves to no use as BK tries to break free. Latino slowly slides himself closer to the ropes as TNT gets close to the BK. Then, once he’s sure TNT isn’t looking Latino grabs the second rope and pulls his self up as he puts on as much pressure as he can. The champion quickly let’s go before TNT can notice and he lifts himself up as puts on more pressure. London starts reaching for the ropes once again. Latino pulls him back but London continues to reach forward. He yells out in pain as Latino yells out as well. London stretches him as far as it can go…his fingers can just touch the ropes until he slaps the mat over and over. TNT calls for the bell to sound as Phillip gets on the microphone and Latino releases the hold.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, Latino has scored his second fall over BK London. The score is now 2-1!
Latino stands up with arms raised as if he just won the match. He looks around to all the fans and slaps his chest in a mocking manner. They respond with a loud amount of boos. He then does a bit of shoulder shimmy but then stops halfway as he points to the fans and shakes his fingers no. Before he can turn around, he’s attacked from behind with a forearm to the back of the head. London the grabs Latino from behind and at first it looks like he’s going to go for a German Suplex but his right arm grabs Latino’s right leg as he bends it and lifts him. He holds him for a brief second a couple feet off the ground. London then drops Latino’s shin down on his knee, finishing off the Shinbreaker. He doesn’t let go of Latino just yet as he lifts him up once more and then brings him back down once again. The World Champion muffles out a yell as London lifts him up one more time. He holds him for a few extra seconds and then slams Latino’s shin down viciously against the knee. London finally lets go of Latino as he falls against the mat. He does not give him any moment of silence as BK grabs Latino’s weakened leg. He locks on the Corporate Lock once again and this time he falls down on the mat, wrapping his legs around Latino’s weakened body part. Latino tries crawling to the ropes but London has his weight taking care of that part. Latino keeps trying to reach but he can’t take the pain anymore as he slaps the mat repeatedly over and over again. Phillip stands up as TNT tells him to make the call..
Phillip: BK London has earned another fall! The score is now tied once again to 2-2!
Only one more fall will decide this match, and even with the brief advantage BK now has over Latino - he is too exhausted from the past 25 minutes that this match has gone on so far. The hold is now released and BK rolls to the center of the ring as Latino clutches onto his absolutely sore ankle. He unlaces the the few top laces of his boots to relieve himself of the pressure as his ankle may be swollen and then the counting begins from TNT.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE
At this moment, BK rolls over to the ropes and uses it to help himself up and Latino does the same thing across the ring. The spaghetti leg duo manage to find themselves up to a vertical base at the count of seven and they stare at each other from across the ring. The immense hate in their eyes tell a story, and both slowly approach the center of the ring when BK lands a right hand. Latino staggers backwards but returns with a stiff right hand of his own that echoes throughout the arena. BK drops down to one knee from the punch, but gets back up and fires back with one of his own which sends Latino stumbling backwards a bit. As the punching continues, they begin to get more fierce and the pace begins to quicken. Now Latino as grabbed one side of BK's head and BK has grabbed the oppostie side of Latino's head and now the punches begin to land and the crowd is eating all of this up. Latino interrupts the exchange of punches with a knee to BK's gut, and then he backs up to bounce off the ropes but is met with a huge big boot right ot his jaw which sends him reeling backwards. Latino rests himself on the ropes, and BK charges at him fullspeed but Latino sends him soaring over the top rope. BK lands on the apron, holding onto the top rope and now Latino turns around right into a punch from BK. Latino stumbles back a bit and now he goes for a shoulder thrust through the ropes but Latino comes back with a hard knee to BK's temple. BK is knocked for a loop on the apron, bent over and this gives Latino the opportunity to capitalize. Latino runs off the opposite ropes and soars over BK, grabbing him in mid air and sending his back smacking against the mat with a Sit out Sunset Powerbomb off the apron. Latino holds his tailbone in pain from the fall, but BK is knocked out on the outside which brings TNT to the outside to begin the count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:24:44 GMT -5
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . At this time Latino is up, still holding onto is tailbone from the fall and BK begins to show some signs of movement by the count of five. He rolls over onto his stomach and begins to get up on all fours with infuriates Latino. BK is now up on one knee now, and Latino grabs him by his head and throws him into the ring barricade. The barricade shakes on BK's impact and now BK falls back down to the thin padded mat below, but Latino isn't finished. Latino picks up BK again and tosses him back into the ring and Latino follows him. BK begins to slowly get up again and Latino kicks him back down to the mat in a very heelish like fashion, and then picks him up again. Latino lets BK stand on his own, which he isn't doing very well, and delivers a huge jab to his face. BK drops down to one knee and gets up. Latino sticks and moves around and delivers two more shuffle jabs, and does his Eddie like shimmy before going for a discus lariat. BK sees this move coming and he ducks under it and grabs Latino from behind and hits a German Suplex. The crowd goes absolutely nuts and BK continues to hold onto Latino and gets back up before hitting him with another German Suplex. It's getting harder and harder for BK to get back up and pull Latino with him, but he knows he wants the title which pushes him to deliver a third German Suplex. But it doesn't finish there, he gets back up and delivers another German Suplex to the crowd's delight. He rolls Latino on his stomach now and picks him up again to deliver one final German Suplex which plants Latino on the back of his neck. Latino lays folded up like an accordion and TNT begins to count as both men lay on the mat.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE
BK manages to get to his feet but Latino isn't as lucky. The count continues until 8 where Latino manages to get to his feet but is met with a standing dropkick into the corner. Latino smacks the back of his head against the top turnbuckle which knocks him for a loop a bit and BK plans to capitalize once again. He picks up Latino and sets him up on the top rope, before climbing up himself and delivering a few more punches to the side of Latino's head. He finds some strength inside of him to place hoist Latino up on his shoulders and he turns around, facing the ring. He looks to be landing something big, but Latino delivers some elbows to the head of BK which takes him down a notch. Latino manages to slip off BK's shoulders and back onto the top rope, and pushes BK off the top rope and down to the mat. BK lands sternum first, and he rolls onto his back holding his entire upper abdominal region in pain. Latino wastes no time measuring him up and perching himself, he simply dives off the top rope and connects with the most spectacular Frog Splash recently. Latino rolls over on his back and BK lays motionless in the ring, with his only his leg twitching. Latino clutches his abdomen and rolls over onto his back before getting up. He watches BK from across the ring, motionless and by now the count is five.
FIVE . . SIX . . SEVEN
Right here BK manages to rise up Kane/Taker style and Latino's eyes nearly bulge out of his head, a swift kick brings BK back down to the ground. BK is layed out for a few more moments but then he rolls on his stomach and begins to get up. Latino rushes toward BK and picks him up very aggressively before pummeling with a few right hands to his jaw. He whips BK into the corner and quickly runs after him, but BK manages to duck under the clothesline that Latino was looking for. Laitno bumps sternum first into the corner and turns around as he walks right into BK's Yakuza Kick from Hell. Latino makes a full 360 from the kick and BK now kicks him in the gut and follows up with a Revolver, but Latino pushes him into TNT. TNT is sent to the ground, and as BK turns around he walks right into the Switchblade Cut from Latino. A roar of boos emerge from the crowd, not pleased with Latino's actions. But as Latino turns to see the status of TNT, he walks right into a RKO from him. The roar of boos turns into a outcry of cheers for TNT as he holds his jaw and now he decides to count both of them out.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . . FOUR . . . FIVE . . SIX . . SEVEN
Both men show signs of life at this moment and TNT continues to count, but both men get to their feet around nine. BK stumbles backwards on the ropes and Latino charges toward him, only to receive a kick to his gut. BK clotheslines Latino down to the ground and which prompts him to get up and he is the recipient of another clothesline. Latino gets up and BK whips him off the ropes and delivers a back body drop to his foe, and the crowd goes absolutely wild as the momentum shift sides to BK. Latino holds his back getting up and now BK locks up for the London-Plex but Latino ferociously elbows his way out of the move. BK staggers groggily around, makes a 360 right into a kick to the gut by Latino and a quick brainbuster. The brainbuster knocks BK out for a loop, and now Latino picks him up for a second time in a suplex position and now hoists him high over his head. Latino shows very impressive strength for the entire 45+ match that he has just went through as he stalls. He plants BK into the mat with another brainbuster, that will surely knock him out if he wasn't before. But Latino isn't done as yet, as he lifts up the nearly motionless BK and sets him up on the top rope. The crowd can feel what moves is about to proceed this one, and it will surely without a doubt win Latino the match. Latino steps up on the middle rope and he taunts the crowd a bit for more heel heat before hooking BK in the suplex position. Latino hoists BK into the air and seconds later both men crash to the ground.
But the result is very unexpected as BK managed to counter the brainbuster by floating over BK's back and delivering a Lungblower in one fluid motion from off the second turnbuckle. Latino clutches his back in pain and rolls onto his stomach while BK does the same. Both men have recieved pretty much the same amount of damage from the move, and now TNT begins to count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . . FIVE . . SIX . . SEVEN
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:25:01 GMT -5
At this point, BK and Latino are rolling over to the ropes and struggling to get to their feet. The seconds continue to pass by and both men eventually stagger up by nine. BK continues to rest on the ropes and Latino charges toward BK only to receive a Shades of Michaels right to the jaw. Latino is knocked out cold from the shot and BK can barely stand up after, he uses the ropes as a crutch while the count continues.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE . . SIX . . SEVEN . . EIGHT . . NINE . . . Time almost freezes for a second right before the last count by TNT is made. . TEN!
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and NEW ACW Heavyweight Champion, B-K LONDOOON!
The sounds of "Don't Get Carried Away" by Busta Rhymes can barely be heard from the huge pop from the crowd. Latino rolls under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring while BK drops down to his knees. TNT retrieves the championship from the time keeper and holds it toward the winner of this match. BK looks up at TNT, who is offering him the belt and he grabs it before staring into it and kissing it. BK returns to a vertical base and his arm is raised by TNT to another enormous pop from the crowd. BK now walks from the center of the ring to the top turnbuckle and celebrates with his brand new title that he has earned, and the crowd goes absolutely ga-ga. BK steps down from the middle turnbuckle and there is Jake Cheng, his partner in crime to greet him and the two embrace with a manly hug. Jake raises BK's arm in triumph and that's the last shot seen before we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:26:02 GMT -5
Segment: Closets and Conspiracies (Credit: Senator)
Ginger: LET ME OUT!!! I DEMAND that someone let me out of this bloody closet!
??: Sure thing!
As the scene opens, Craig Lewis is seen helping the ACW Chairman out of the closet that Lilly Rouge and Sakina Khalida trapped him in. Lewis removes the chair wedged in the handle, blocking the door shut, and a very peeved Gingerdude storms out.
Craig: Who could possibly have done such…
Ginger: It was those, those two…whores! They locked me in here for hours!
Craig: Excuse me? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this ticked off.
Ginger: I hope you had better have a good explanation for this.
Craig: Excuse me, again? What would I possibly…
Ginger: Cut it. I know you had to be in on this. Fallout’s doing something big here, and you have to know what it is. Now, I let you take that job over there for the specific purpose that if they got too big for their britches, you would be able to help me bring them down.
Craig: Sure, sure. They’re trying to take control of the broadcast.
Ginger: Then…they’d certainly head to the production booth after I was out of the way. Take me there, immediately.
Craig: Will do. You know, I do appreciate you giving me my big break, but if I have to leave Fallout now, are you going to give me an ACW job back?
Ginger: If you earn it, yes.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:26:41 GMT -5
Match 12: EOTR ‘06 Final Rattlesnake vs. Alexander Starkweather With the added confusion backstage providing a little extra spice, the fans are starting to tire but still in great spirits as the final match of the night is due to commence. Philip enters the ring, and looks all around him before starting to speak.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the second half of our main event tonight is the final of the 2006 Emperor of the Ring Tournament! A shot is quickly shown of the EOTR trophy, which looks appropriately gaudy and brash.Philip: Introducing our first finalist… from Orlando, Florida, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable…. The Vision of Greatness, Rattlesnake! There are a few boos as “Blind” by Silverchair hits, but mostly the crowd is caught up in a massive wave of enthusiasm, and Rattlesnake looks primed and ready to make this a memorable contest as he walks to the ring, nodding slightly in acknowledgement of the fans but largely concentrating, focusing on what he has to do. He steps through the ropes, and gets on the turnbuckles briefly before returning to the centre and standing still.
Then, “Medicated” by Downthesun starts to play, and the crowd is even more clearly split with regards to the approaching competitor…Philip: And our second finalist, from Los Angeles, California… Alexander Starkweather! As savvy as the crowd likes to consider itself, people are still startled by the sight of Starkweather approaching the ring wearing his unnerving face mask, his physique toned and radiating the promise of violence to come. He enters the ring, and waits as Head Referee Raymond Allen Fleming finishes checking that everything is in order (the camera even finds a couple of banners in his honor from the fans.) Satisfied, RAF gives both men a final stern glance, and then calls for the bell.Bell Rings. These two men are both eager to earn the victory that they’ve worked so hard for in previous rounds of what has been an excellent tournament, and neither wants to concede an early advantage to their opponent. Nonetheless, this does not mean that they hold back; Rattlesnake is conscious of the need to deny Starkweather the chance to dictate the pace of the match, and Starkweather himself knows extremely well just how powerful a mental effect a strong opening has on both the protagonists in any contests…. Starkweather is by no means a particularly small wrestler, but he’s facing a significant height and weight disadvantage against Rattlesnake, and so he does not try and match Snake’s strong jabbing punches blow for blow – instead he lines up a formidable defence, and Snake’s strikes do little except cost the Vision of Greatness precious energy. Frustration would be understandable, however Snake is too experienced to succumb at such an early stage, and changes tactics by grasping Starkweather’s upheld forearm and throwing him roughly against the nearest set of ropes. Starkweather is quick enough to grab the rope and stop himself from being catapulted back into Snake, but Snake moves like lightning and shows off his raw strength by rushing up and hitting a german suplex before Starkweather can solidify his grip on the ropes. A pin follows, 1..2- and Starkweather kicks out strongly. McNally: Snake getting the best of the first exchange… Edison:…but I think that merely whetted Starkweather’s appetite for this match, Max. The men are up again rapidly, and Snake continues to work methodically, battering Starkweather with punches and scoring a good hit every few seconds when he is able to exploit a gap in Starkweather’s defenses. Starkweather senses that the direct approach is the only one that’s going to buy him any real thinking time, and so he waits for Snake’s natural rhythm to bring him closer, before landing a swift kick to the gut and stunting Snake’s progress. This allows Starkweather to hit a single arm DDT, and he pivots off of the landing to apply an impressive Fuijwara armbar; Snake grimaces and struggles, only to find that Starkweather’s grip is like cold steel. Edison: Nice choice of hold from Starkweather, Snake tends to rely on strikes and throws for much of his offense and this is going to make that strategy far harder to use successfully. McNally: RAF checking Snake’s condition here. Use your head Raymond, he’s not going to tap out after all of five minutes of match… Indeed, Rattlesnake just seems to be getting angry at being restrained, and the anger feeds into his fightback so that suddenly Starkweather can’t hold him, and Rattlesnake is away. He springs to his feet almost like a lightweight, and Starkweather just barely ducks under a clothesline with the potential to knock him senseless; the fans cheer as Snake hits the ropes on the other side and comes back for a second go. This time Starkweather is ready for him, and jumps into a spinning neckbreaker made all the more savage by Snake’s own momentum. The crowd gasps and RAF is on hand at once as the pin is made, 1…- Snake thrashes free, the adrenaline is still flooding through him and he rolls back to his feet, grasps Starkweather as he is doing the same and hits a pumphandle slam. The audience roars, and Rattlesnake hits an extra elbow drop before pinning, hooking up the leg, 1…2- Edison: Kickout by Starkweather! McNally: Ouch, for a minute I thought we were going to have a shock sudden end to this match! Edison: Heh, come on Max, this is ACW we’re talking about. But you’re right that this one’s all about the outcome, neither of these guys cares if this match lasts ten minutes or ten hours, as long as they come out on top.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:27:46 GMT -5
The effects of a temporary hormonal surge are wearing off on both competitors, and they take longer to get up this time as the aches and pains they ignored at the time come back to bite them. Starkweather is slightly ahead, and switches into his stiff kicking style, causing the fans to watch with slight discomfort as he strikes at Snake over and over, displaying almost a touch of autistic manner in his brutal repetitions. To put a stop to this, Snake whips Starkweather into the corner; he approaches cautiously, and his decision turns out to be an excellent one as Starkweather tries to break out with a charge. Snake toughs up to it and Starkweather staggers back as if he’s hit a solid wall, and only now does Snake open up at full power, hitting Starkweather with multiple jabs until he is backed up to the turnbuckle and then grasping his opponent by the hair on the back of his head. The crowd winces as Snake makes Starkweather’s mask work against him, bashing his face against the turnbuckle so that Starkweather’s head is driven against the unforgiving hardness of the disguise.
McNally: Snake’s in a particularly vicious mood tonight…
Starkweather’s brain must be bouncing around in his skull at this point, but that doesn’t prevent him from pulling his thoughts together; he elbows at Snake to escape and then twists to plant a calf kick into his foe’s ribs. Snake stumbles sideways, and Starkweather clubs him with a forearm to the side of the head that dazes Snake for a few seconds, long enough for Starkweather to gather the strength to sit Snake up on the turnbuckle. He backs up just enough for the run up he needs, and then rushes in and jumps incredibly high to deliver his Lightning Leg Lariat; Snake is sent over backwards to the outside and the crowd yells out as he hits the thin outside mats on his back.
Edison: Woooow! Starkweather’s prescription for the Snake is a bitter pill to swallow, Max!
McNally: Please don’t tell me you have a crib sheet of those puns there. Please.
RAF begins a 10 count as Starkweather slides coolly out of the ring and makes his unhurried way to where Snake is trying to get up. Rather than attack his foe immediately, Starkweather pauses to regard the expressions of pain and irritation on Snake’s face, reading his opponent and taking some sort of perverse pleasure from his opponent’s situation. Rattlesnake catches sight of Starkweather and lunges at him, only for Starkweather to nimbly sidestep. The crowd watches with a kind of uneasy fascination as Starkweather does absolutely nothing to try and harm Rattlesnake physically, simply keeping one step ahead and constantly foiling Snake’s efforts to get hold of him. It takes Snake a good 30 seconds or so of trying and failing to grab his opponent before he realizes what Starkweather is doing, and stops, putting a hand on his hips and glaring at the placid, expressionless mask which is all he can see of his opponent’s face. Except for his eyes… and in those, Rattlesnake sees a cruel satisfaction, even a sense of superiority. Such an expression is hardly uncommon in the wrestling ring, but somehow in this context, it makes Snake’s blood boil. It’s a look he’s cast upon many of his own defeated opponents in his time…
McNally: What a unique confrontation this is, it’s being fought out in the minds of the competitors just as fiercely as it is in front of us here tonight…
RAF’s count has been going on all this time, and his call of “nine!” snaps both men back into the here and now. Snake moves first and slides back into the ring; he tries to block Starkweather and sneak the win on a technicality, but Starkweather dives though the ropes to one side and rolls neatly back to his feet. He’s almost taken off of them, however, by a knee driven into his back by Snake; Starkweather twists around and smashes Snake with a forearm to the head, but Snake stays up and shudders his foe with a European uppercut. A full-on brawl breaks out with fists and feet flying everywhere, and the fans are riveted to the scene… completely unaware until the alphatron suddenly changes of what is going on elsewhere in the building…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:28:52 GMT -5
As the shot abruptly cuts, Craig Lewis and Chairman Gingerdude are seen rushing to the production booth, hoping to make it there in time to prevent any major problems from occurring.
Ginger: It is imperative that we prevent this plan from being completed. The only thing that will comfort me will be to know that there is no doubt they can take the booth. I placed one of my own employees within the booth, earlier in the show, when things first went bad. I want to take no chances now, however.
Craig: Fair enough, can't blame you, sir.
Suddenly, they come upon a site that is rather disturbing. They find the broken bodies of well over a dozen security personnel. Some men are bleeding, others appear to have badly broken bones. Only a few of them moving at all. The vast majority have been beaten completely unconscious. There's even a rather large hole in the wall where some sort of large weapon apparently missed its mark. Ginger and Craig are caught completely off guard by this site, and all Ginger can do is walk up to one of the conscious guards and question him on the matter. The man is barely conscious, and in a state of complete shock.
Ginger: What happened here?
Guard: He...he...I thought he was... It was terrible... My legs! I can't feel my le--
Ginger: Who did this!
Craig: Yeah, spit it out.
Guard: He...from behind... I thought he was...
In mid-sentence, the guard falls unconscious, and Ginger looks up at Craig with a very serious look. Things have taken yet another strange turn, and it has Ginger in a state of panic.
Ginger: This is a complete nightmare! We need to get to the booth now. Let's go.
Craig: Right behind you, sir….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:30:46 GMT -5
Edison (whispering): Max, what the hell’s going on? This is supposed to be uninterrupted, and those guards…
McNally (whispering): Shh, not now, I’m sure everything’s under control… (full volume) What a blow by Rattlesnake, there!
We cut back quickly to the ring where Starkweather and Snake are still trying to take one another down; a little window to one side shows a few seconds of what was missed, but is rapidly dropped out of the edit mix as Rattlesnake scores a decisive hit on Starkweather, and produces his vertical suplex to set up a fresh pin. RAF counts it and it earns Snake a 2 count; Starkweather though regains momentum by raking his opponent across the eyes just after the pin is broken, ignores RAF’s warning and leaps back on to his feet. He lifts a foot and stomps Snake on the top of his head with barely controlled, near-psychopathic power; Snake sprawls face-first, and the crowd goes bonkers as Starkweather begins to set up the Curb Stomp.
McNally: Snake’s in all kinds of trouble here, this could stop the match in an instant!
Edison: I’m getting kind of nostalgic seeing this move, Max, but can Starkweather win the crown with it?
The noise is incredible as Starkweather gets Snake into position. His eyes narrow with anticipation under the mask, and he takes careful aim at the back of Snake’s head – but Snake isn’t going to lie there and take this, and without warning he thrashes and practically writhes just like the reptile he takes his name from. Starkweather attempts to ride out the “wave”, but Snake is too strong and breaks free; he rolls aside and on to one knee, and as Starkweather grabs the chance to go for his step-up Enziguri, Snake grasps his ankle and flips his foe so that Starkweather is forced into a backflip. He lands safely… and is promptly met by a crushing impact from Snake’s Yakuza Kick that sends him flat on his back to the canvas.
Edison: Daaannngeroouss! Here’s the cover, 1..2..- no! Starkweather got his arm up!
The crowd responds with a mix of groans and cheers; Rattlesnake, as the more established superstar, attracts a majority of the support but Starkweather’s unorthodox style means he’s not exactly bereft of fans either. He and Snake haul themselves back on to their feet; though neither man is looking likely to be taken out in the immediate future, it’s clear that the match is starting to take a toll. Rattlesnake refuses to let Starkweather have a breather and returns to the attack, kicking his knee to stall a fresh flurry from his opponent and then getting behind him, trying for the poisonous venom (Chaos Theory). Starkweather resists, and counters into a standing neckbreaker; he pins and gets slightly more than a 2 count. Snake shoves him off, and both men rise again and close in on one another, readying for a grapple…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:31:20 GMT -5
...and then, as if the night hadn’t been insane enough…out of nowhere, snow starts falling from the roof. The crowd has no idea what the hell’s going on.
McNally: In all my time here in ACW, this night takes the cake for being the most bizarre…and that’s saying something, Eddie.
Edison: It’s snowing! I thought it didn’t usually snow around here!
McNally: Hmm, we are inside, you know.
Suddenly, as Rattlesnake and Starkweather stand in a rather annoyed state of disbelief, the Alphatron dims, as a promo starts to air.
**A silhouette man is seen standing behind a paper wall, wielding a katana blade**
Narrator: From time immemorial, men have trained themselves in the fighting arts.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Rattlesnake decides to take the opportunity to attack Starkweather from behind, however, his opponent sees the attack coming, and blocks the blindside lariat, leaving both men at a standstill.
**The silhouetted man goes into a fancy kata, demonstrating a series of agile moves with the sword**
Narrator: Some of these men become outlaws in their society, shunned by the public, and fellow warriors alike.
Starkweather tries to drop Snake into a reverse armbar with his leaping armbreaker, but Rattlesnake retaliates with a sharp back elbow.
**The unknown warrior makes a slash in the wall, and it is seen through a brief glimpse that he is wearing blue tinted Ninja armor**
Narrator: Soon, however, he shall return, to reclaim his rightful place, and to exact his righteous vengeance on all those who turned him away.
**The sword thrusts back through the hole in the wall, directly at the camera, at which point, the screen turns white, with a phrase spelled out in “frosty” blue oriental letters: The Sword of Vengeance Draws Near**
As the screen fades away back to the Arena, the snow ceases to fall from the ceiling, and the combatants in the ring continue their own battle.
Edison: What could that have possibly been? I have no freakin’ idea!
McNally: If you watch our competition at all, you would know that similar promos have aired over there. Most likely, it’s yet another ploy by them…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:33:28 GMT -5
However diverted the crowd may be by all the odd occurrences, they are very rapidly drawn back to the action in the ring; Rattlesnake and Starkweather have no more idea than anyone else just how or why all this is going on, but neither man is about to let their spotlight be stolen. The EOTR trophy and the priceless title shot that comes with it is almost in their grasp, and the atmosphere in the arena ramps up toward the max as the crowd senses that the climax to this match, and this tournament, is fast approaching.
Snake has pains all over his body from Starkweather’s unremitting kicks, and as he tastes yet another to the ribs, he decides that the only way he stands a chance of creating an opportunity to win is to cripple Starkweather’s arsenal in that regard. He takes the hit with a grunt, but by not defending himself he is able to grab Starkweather before he can pull away, and the crowd cheers as Snake hits one of his rare but highly impressive chokeslams. This puts Starkweather into the right position for Snake to stamp on his knee a couple of times and then pull his opponent to the centre of the ring; he quickly applies a single leg Boston Crab, and Rattlesnake has evidently been paying attention to tapes of the Senator’s exceptional submission techniques as he applies the hold perfectly and generates an enormous amount of pressure on his foe’s limb. The mute mask stands in contrast to Starkweather’s eyes, which are wide with shock and almost shouting – though he possesses a high tolerance to pain, Starkweather cannot block out his knowledge of just what could potentially be happening internally to tendons and ligaments.
McNally: Masterstroke by the Snake, Starkweather’s stranded, it will take an extraordinary amount of courage if he’s going to get out of this one.
Edison: Just how much does he want this, Max? This is the acid test!
RAF is kneeling close to Starkweather, and asks him if he wishes to submit. Starkweather is silent still, but shakes his head; he remembers so well seeing his own opponents crumble under the strain he placed upon them, their pitiful weaknesses… he is not like them, he tells himself. Very, very slowly, he starts to inch toward the ropes; Snake keeps on the hold, the essence of patience, and the crowd is stunned at the battle being fought at a snail’s pace, will against will…
And then Rattlesnake sees something large looming over the security barrier; he flinches a tiny bit and Starkweather gains some ground, unaware of the fact that there seems to be yet another intruder. The crowd, meanwhile, recognizes the enormous hulk of a man, and practically shouts the ornate roof off.
The Reaper glances for the merest second at what’s happening in the ring, and then stalks around it, looking everywhere, casting a freezing gaze upon the fans who draw back with a slight shudder…
Edison: Wha….. MAX, what in the name of Kendal Mint Cake is HE doing here?!
McNally:…………………………..I-
We’ll never know exactly what Max’s thoughts were, because suddenly it’s complete and utter chaos as out of precisely nowhere comes the Cremator, eyes burning and with just one target in his sights. He and the Reaper are drawn as if by some sort of magnetic attraction, after all the stand-offs and near-misses they’ve at last found one another, and it’s a simple guess as to who engineered the situation.
Reaper gets in the first blow with a massive punch, but Cremator comes right back at him and the pair fight brutally, blows flowing faster and faster until they tie up and throw one another against the guardrails and apron. RAF shouts furiously for security, unaware that they’ve been practically wiped out backstage; and in amongst all this neither Rattlesnake nor Starkweather give up their own struggle. The crowd almost doesn’t know where to look, but RAF leads the way by steadfastly ignoring what he realizes he cannot control, and focusing on the match; Starkweather looks almost ready to pass out from the pain, but his fingertips reach the ropes and the crowd is bowled over with amazement as RAF orders the rope break with a flourish.
Rattlesnake is stunned; he tries to argue, but Starkweather sees that his opponent is distracted, and grabs the fleeting opportunity to the full by pulling himself up and getting close to Snake. He closes his eyes and blocks everything else out as he lifts Snake up and sets him into position before delivering the Frontal Lobotomy; the crowd goes berserk and RAF counts, along with the fans, 1….2….-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:34:51 GMT -5
NO! Snake kicks, finding energy from who knows where; almost any other night Starkweather would most likely have triumphed with such an immense move, but tonight is unlike any other for all sorts of reasons. With sweat pouring from both men, the crowd is amazed that either has any more to give, and there is a pause of several seconds before either man starts to get up. Starkweather’s leg is now so weakened that it will barely hold him up, and Snake’s impact to the face has left him struggling to remain on the right side of consciousness – and yet still, neither man will concede to the other.
On the outside, an equally fierce rivalry is being played out; Cremator and Reaper have been putting on a PPV-worthy performance of their own, but thankfully for the fans and ACW in general, their battle has drifted up the ramp to the open area of the stage. As Snake and Starkweather fight to find the will and the way to finish the match once and for all, the Cremator uses a double hand lifting choke hold on the Reaper, trying to throttle all resistance out of him. The Reaper though is a very big man to suspend in this way, and he gets a knee into Cremator’s gut, forcing him to drop him to the metal floor. The fans are disbelieving as the Reaper clubs Cremator with a mighty blow, and then lifts him up into position for the tombstone piledriver…
…and someone really should have warned him that the tour staging isn’t as robust as the permanent set installed back at the ACW arena, as he tombstones his hated rival and himself right through the floor. The crowd wigs out completely, and even Rattlesnake and Starkweather pause momentarily at the thunderous sound… and the fans cheer, both for the interruption and the fact that this particular plan of Biff’s appears to have hit the buffers.
McNally: Now that’s what I call burying the competition.
Edison: About time too… we’ve got an Emperor to crown here!
As Starkweather and Rattlesnake gaze at one another, the crowd continues to cheer, and a slight smile crosses Rattlesnake’s face, which is echoed in a slight movement of Starkweather’s eye muscles. They both know that they’ve outlasted everything that’s been arranged to try and steal their thunder, and the ACW fans roar them on, eager now for a thrilling and fitting conclusion to this incredible contest…
They move forward together, Snake putting everything into his rapid jabs as Starkweather does the same with his kicks. They’re searching for that one golden opportunity, and it arrives for Snake first as he dodges a kick and spins around with an elbow to Starkweather’s face – the mask protects him a little, but he is still taken off balance and Snake is able to swing up on to his shoulders.
Edison: SNAKEBIIIIIITE!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:35:16 GMT -5
Starkweather tries to writhe out of it, but Snake already has the momentum, and the move hits. The fans yell as RAF makes the count, 1…2…-
McNally: He kicked, he KICKED!
The crowd is equally staggered, and Rattlesnake looks shocked… how did Starkweather do that? The fans are in no doubt now that they’re witnessing something truly special; Starkweather lurches to his feet, unsteady and almost out of energy. But he will not surrender, and as Snake tries to grab him to repeat the move, Starkweather lashes out with a kick to the face. Snake drops, and Starkweather pushes him, rolling him over and over, until he’s on the edge of the apron. He stands up and watches, chest heaving as Snake does what comes naturally and starts to try and stand, using the ropes to get up-
Edison: Oh my lord, he’s not actually going to…
McNally: He is, and listen to this crowd!
The fans are indeed going mental as Starkweather waits for Snake to get into the perfect position for the Relapse II, a dangerous rope-assisted jawbreaker. He times it to the millisecond, running forward as Snake leans between the ropes…
The pivotal moment comes as Snake and Starkweather make contact; Starkweather is committed, and Snake seemingly has no way out – but somehow he manages to twist the pair of them, and counters the Relapse II into the-
Edison: PARALYSER!!!! DAAANNNNGEERROOOOUSSS!!!!
Done over the second rope, the landing hurts both men, but Starkweather takes the worst of it. Rattlesnake shoves him clear of the ropes, and then staggers along the apron to the corner, climbs up…
…and sends the entire arena over the edge into total mayhem as he nails his once-in-a-blue-moon, top rope Venom Strike (Shooting Star Press). There’s no way Starkweather can endure it, and Rattlesnake makes the pin with a shattered but elated expression as RAF counts the 1…2…3.
McNally: IT’S OVER, WE HAVE OUR NEW-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:36:12 GMT -5
The shot lurches back to the backstage without warning; the two ginger haired fellows haven’t wasted any more time talking. Ginger sprints in the direction of the booth with an uncanny speed. He's probably never run so fast in his entire life; Craig has to struggle to keep up. Seconds later, they finally make their way to the booth, and Ginger raps on the door repeatedly and with a great deal of urgency. He doesn’t seem to have noticed the camera that has picked up their every movement…
Ginger: Rena, let us in now!
Rena: Honey, you gotta say the magic word first.
Ginger: If that door does not open within five seconds, consider yourself unemployed.
Rena: Aww, Gingy, can't you be a little nicer?
Ginger: What? How dare you ignore me, and play these stupid games!
Craig: We're good, you can open up there.
Rena: Sure thing!
Ginger: Something's not right...
Rena: Not for you it isn't...
The door quickly flies open, and Chairman Gingerdude's worst nightmare appears within the production booth, as Rena is seen standing alongside Biff Taylor. Not only Biff, but Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint(complete with his “money jacket”), the "Immovable Object" Colossus Rhodes, and "Corporate Idol" Jeffery Janson. The Corporate Club trio quickly leap out, and snatch Ginger.
Ginger: Craig, run and get help!
Craig(imitating Ginger perfectly in tone): Nothing doing, old chap. I simply can not be your little apprentice anymore. See, Fallout gave me not only a better deal, but Mr. Taylor actually respects my opinions, and doesn't try to make me fit into a mold of himself. Not only that, but Fallout's on the rise, ACW's on the decline...and Man U, or should I say, Manure, sucks the big one!
Ginger: How dare you!
Rena then walks up, slapping the taste out of the restrained Ginger's face.
Ginger: That was unnecessary.
Rena: The hell it was! Everything you put me through for that, I should have slapped you a hundred times...but betrayal's so much better. Especially on your big day here. Being Fallout's first big steal from ACW is good enough.
Ginger: Can you please just take me away or something?
Biff then walks over, a big smile on his face.
Biff: Aww, come on, man, you don't want to miss what's going to happen here now! The show's has not yet even started!
Ginger: You'll never...
Biff: Sylvain, go over there and hit the switch!
Mint lets go of Ginger, walking over to the console.
Ginger: I'm warning you now, you do not wish to do this, Biff, I have a backup, I have a Plan B!
Biff: Too bad, sucker.
Mint hits the switch, and the screen switches to black…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 15:36:56 GMT -5
The show’s still on! Except for one little detail. The small ACW logo in the corner has been replaced with a Fallout logo. Plus, the only commentary that can be heard is Biff and Mint in the booth. In the ring, Rattlesnake stands victorious, and seemingly unaware of the recent occurrences.
Biff: Welcome dudes and dudettes to the first ever Fallout Pay Per View event! We even got another one in three weeks entitled Endsong! This is Biff Taylor, the baddest man on the planet, standing here with the penny pinchingest veteran of all time, Sylvain Mint!
Mint: I don’t care what you say, so long as the checks keep rolling, sir.
Biff: Look at the mighty Emperor! The Vision of Greatness! All hail Emperor Rattlesnake! All hail Emperor Rattlesnake! All hail…
Mint: Sir, I think that’s enou…
Biff: The hell it is! All hail Emperor Rattlesnake! Ok, yeah, that’s enough. And in saying that, I really think it’s enough, for ACW.
Biff laughs heartily; but even he has little concept of just what’s about to happen, down in the ring…
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