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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:45:14 GMT -5
Match 7: Snakepit Match Rattlesnake vs. Alicia Kitsune vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: AK/Snake) With only 3 matches to go, the crowd has already seen some incredible action. And yet amazingly ACW is about to raise the stakes even further; the lights swing around to highlight a large area next to the stage which until now has been in shadow, and a curtain is lifted to reveal an extraordinary sight.
The Snakepit is not actually a pit in the truest sense of the word, since Madison Square Gardens can’t physically accommodate a sunken structure of the required size. So instead, the Snakepit consists of an octagonal structure, formed entirely of toughened plexiglass. It truly is an environment fit for an emperor; the glass is etched at the top and bottom with twisting, entwined snake motifs, and the ring which stands inside it has a black and green colour scheme, the apron also adorned with embroidered serpents. There is a selection of weapons attached to the walls and placed at ringside, and a single ladder inside the structure – with no door to be seen anywhere, it’s apparently the only way for the competitors to get out. How they get in, meanwhile, is anyone’s guess…
Philip walks up to the stage from ringside, and points to the Snakepit as he makes his introductions.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, ACW is proud to host our first Snakepit match! The rules are simple – anything goes within the pit, and the first person to escape from inside it wins! The crowd pops, already liking the concept.Philip: Introducing first, from Hong Kong, China… The Trinity, Jake Cheng! ”Petrified” by Fort Minor hits, and the crowd cheers for Jake, even though they can’t see him. Then, smoke starts to mysteriously appear inside the Snakepit, and the fans pop as they see a familiar figure begin to rise up out of it…
Jake cuts an impressive figure as the hydraulic lift elevates him up into the Snakepit. He steps off, and the lift descends before a security panel is bolted in place from below, sealing the gap up. Jake gets into the ring and raises his arms to the crowd before awaiting his opponents.
The fans are now trying to work out what other little surprises this match has in store. As “Faster Kill Pussycat” kicks in, the spotlights circle the arena, and then focus in on a point at one corner of the Alphatron.Philip: From London, England, she is a member of the Upper Echelon… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune! The crowd starts booing, and this only gets louder as the spotlights reveal that there is a gantry running along the bottom of the Alphatron. Alicia emerges from a concealed point in the backdrop cloth, and walks along in front of the screen until she reaches the side nearest to the Pit.
She takes hold of a rope waiting for her, and swings the small distance across to one of the corners, alighting gently next to the ladder against the glass. She climbs halfway down and then jumps to the ring ropes, springing off to perform a flip before landing. Jake simply raises an eyebrow, and keeps his distance.
The crowd can now see movement on the other side of the stage. Since this is a special occasion, Rattlesnake gets a special entrance; the crowd cheers as Lordi return to the stage, and break into one of their lesser known but highly appropriate numbers:Slither into your garden I got an apple waiting for a bite I lick my chops until the hammer drops- You know that it just might
I’m gonna spiral up higher Wriggle up in the air It’s breaking out, You can’t break it down Who said it would be fair?
Well I- Grind your fingers when you’re hanging on the ledge How does it feel when your life’s about to end? I’m gonna keep it coming, baby – you’ll be next You can feel my fury - kiss the fatal fangs…As the chorus kicks, the fans see something descending in a stately fashion from the rafters. The crowd roars its reaction as Rattlesnake appears, being lowered into the Pit on a specially constructed winch; he gestures to the assembled fans as he descends to the centre of the ring.Tough enough to- Wake the Snake? Shake my rattle baby outta control! Wake the Snake! With a fatal bite you’ll take a fall!The noise takes a fair old time to subside; no referee is required for a match of this kind, and as the lighting returns to normal the crowd is ready for something to outdo even the spectacular entrances. The timekeeper is informed that all is ready, and gets the match underway to cheers from the crowd.[/i] Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:47:00 GMT -5
Their tastefully imperial surroundings aside, there’s no mistaking in the minds of the three competitors the gravity of the situation they’ve found themselves in. No one wants to commit to a hurried attack right off the bat and there are a few seconds of pacing and sizing one another up before Rattlesnake takes the initiative and makes a move toward AK. He throws a couple of punches; AK dodges the first one but then gets blindsided by Jake, who clearly hasn’t forgotten how he got into this match in the first place. She takes a heavy kick to the ribs from the Trinity, and Snake follows this up with a suplex while she’s distracted; eager to make things as difficult as possible for his opponent Snake wastes no time in putting the boot in, and AK has to roll out of the ring before Snake can do too much damage. Snake starts to move after her, but is stopped in his tracks by Jake who has picked his moment well and comes off of the ropes to Snake’s left, bouncing against them for speed before he delivers a running knee to Rattlesnake’s side. Snake stumbles sideways, and Jake demonstrates why it’s a mistake to turn your back on him for even a second as he gets in front of Snake and belts him with a couple of stiff kicks to the gut. The crowd cheers as Jake’s strikes make Snake bend over in pain – and this inadvertently saves him from something worse, as AK has found what looks like a road sign propped against one corner of the ring on the outside. She swings it at the back of Snake’s head, misses him but connects with Jake, and Jake pitches over backward in a daze.
The thud of Jake hitting the mat alerts Snake to the potential danger, and he rolls over sideways instead of standing up straight, causing AK to miss with her second swing. As soon as he hits the vertical Snake charges at the ropes and knocks AK forcefully off of them backward; the gap between the ring and the plexiglass wall in not great and there’s an audible wince from the crowd as AK makes connection with it. It’s sturdily built and resists damage, which is extremely handy given that Snake is now out of the ring and looking for some ordinance of his own. Sighting a useful-looking two by four plank, he grabs it and lashes out at his opponent; AK, who is half-kneeling, ducks it by inches and the outer structure vibrates with the force of Snake’s blow. AK decides she needs to put some space between her and Snake and backs off around the ring; Snake pursues-
-and then notices with a bit of a shock that not only is Jake back on his feet, he’s reached the one and only ladder and started to climb up it. Snake curses and dashes around; he reaches the bottom and manages to grab one of Jake’s ankles, arresting his upward movement. Jake starts trying to kick him off as Snake tries to hold his other ankle; seeing the chaos AK sticks her proverbial oar in and gets on to the apron, running along it until she can jump and land on Rattlesnake’s shoulders. The audience is treated to the sight of the three superstars all shouting at one another as AK scrambles up and tries to climb over Jake; Jake swears angrily as AK puts her weight on his head and just about gets her fingertips to the top of the pit. Realising that if she gets a firm grip she’ll be gone, Jake has to let go of the ladder and grasp AK’s feet; with no one now holding it the ladder slips on the smooth sides of the pit and falls over, leaving AK clinging to the top, Jake holding on to her and being simultaneously pulled by Rattlesnake. Jake grimaces under the pressure, and catching sight of the close-up on the alphatron through the glass Snake sees that Jake’s grip is failing. With no other option he lets Jake go; able at last to get his feet to the glass Jake clambers up over AK as she clambered over him, and the extra weight puts huge pressure on her. Once he’s in position Jake holds AK by hooking under her arms, and throws his weight back as he pushes away from the glass. The crowd roars as AK can’t hold him back, and they drop a good 10 feet or so into the ring, landing with an almighty crash on the canvas.
The door is effectively open now for Rattlesnake; both his opponents have taken a heavy fall and he has only to put the ladder back up and climb. He does indeed reset the ladder, but before he can make a firm decision he sees that AK and Jake are already starting to stir, testament to their exceptional stamina built up over a whole host of memorable matches. Putting his exit plans on hold, Rattlesnake has a quick look under the ring, and to the audience’s surprise he pulls out a table and quickly sets it up – he might need it later. He re-enters the ring and lifts a slightly groggy Jake for a powerbomb; Jake, though, is not feeling all that co-operative and, righting himself, starts punching Rattlesnake in the face. Snake staggers around a bit as he tries to finish the move; Alicia sees that the pair are occupied and swiftly looks around for something she can make use of; a closer examination of the ring leads her to discover something that was not obvious at first glance.
AK: Aww, cute…
The camera crew gets a close-up as AK untangles a long, obviously fake rubber snake from around one of the turnbuckle posts; it must have been intended as decoration, but there are few things our resourceful ACW crew can’t turn into weaponry in a pinch. Snake finally manages to slam Jake down, but turns around into a powerful dropkick to the chest; as he hits the mat Jake hears him touch down and quickly nips back up before AK can deal out anything to him. They face one another, and then both look at Rattlesnake and the environment he’s created.
Rattlesnake is powerfully built, so it takes both Jake and AK working together to grab him by the feet and pull him to the corner so they can set up the tree of woe. The crowd isn’t really bothered about who wins at this point; they just want to see some more creative violence, and Jake gives Snake a couple of stomps to his chest. AK makes sure she has Jake firmly in her peripheral vision, and then runs the long black rubber snake through her hands, testing its tensile strength. Taking its head end in one hand, she proceeds to use it like a bullwhip, and the crowd is treated to the sight of a muscular man being thrashed with a latex implement (which presumably some people find more stimulating than others). Snake bucks and rages, and as he threatens to get free, AK halts her attack and slips out of the ring, using the snake as a rope to tie Rattlesnake’s midsection to the post. She sees the ladder, invitingly set up… and Jake an identical distance away from it with exactly the same thought in his head.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:47:36 GMT -5
They both make the dash at the same instant and meet at the foot of the ladder. Kicks fly at an amazing speed; few in ACW can match these two when it comes to fancy footwork, and they both land some powerful hits as each tries to create an opportunity to get up that ladder and escape the pit. Changing his tactics Jake gets in close and swings AK into the plexiglass wall; the crowd cringes as Jake continues to batter his foe, but AK is tough and whirls around with an elbow extended, catching him nastily in the throat. Jake gags, and AK returns the favor to him by grabbing an arm and hurling him back against one of the ring posts on the outside; the crowd boos, but still pops for the Liger Kick as AK pulls it off, causing Jake to slide down against the outside post. Wary of wasting too much energy, AK still has escape as her top priority; she scoots back to the ladder, failing to notice in her hurry that Rattlesnake is no longer tied to the post in the ring…
She has barely got a hand to the ladder when Snake springs his trap and rushes out from his crouched position just around the side of the ring. He hits AK with a stunning punch that makes her world spin at a nausea-inducing speed, and the crowd reacts with a roar as Snake hits his Single Arm DDT. He follows up with a leg drop, but AK’s not completely out of it and rolls aside; she’s the first back to her feet and she stuns Snake with a vicious knee to the face. Powered by adrenaline, Snake is slightly dizzy but still gets up, much to Alicia’s surprise, and the fans are getting louder by the second as Snake locks on the constrictor. AK squirms, trying desperately to escape, but she’s already burned a lot of energy in the match and her struggles subside. Letting her fall, Snake sees that Jake is suffering the effects of fatigue too and is fighting to stand up; without wasting a second Snake hops on to the ladder and starts to climb. He reaches the top and puts his hands on the lip of the pit; victory is surely only a few moments away-
-but as Snake pulls himself up and gets his head above the top of the structure, he is struck in the face by something small, bumpy, and solid. No sooner has he recovered from that then the same thing happens again; the crowd cheers, and Snake sees that this new annoyance is in fact Stan the cameraman. Stan is on the stage with a cardboard box at his feet; he throws another projectile, but this one misses Snake and falls into the pit. Snake isn’t sure what’s going on, but it’ll take more than a few puny missiles to bring him down. He pulls himself up further, but then hears Jake’s voice, or at least a squeaky rendition of it.
Jake (high pitched): Bow down mortals! It is I, your Emperor!
In some respects Snake knows he shouldn’t look; he should just ignore whatever’s going on… but pride gets the better of him, and he looks down.
Jake has something small and plasticky in his hand… it’s one of Rattlesnake’s new action figures. As Stan films through the glass, Jake manipulates one of the toys that Stan threw into the ring.
Jake: Look at this thing. How much are they charging for this? Shame on you, Snake, you could at least have put your name to something quality. Kids, don’t ask your parents for one of these-
He drops the figure on the floor, and then proceeds to jump on it, breaking it into several pieces. The look on Rattlesnake’s face is priceless as Jake thumps his chest and glares up at him.
Jake: What are you waiting for? Jump over the top, you’ve taken worse falls. I mean, so what if you look like a coward? So what if you changed the stipulation on this match because you knew you couldn’t beat the Trinity outright?
The crowd is loving this; Rattlesnake is getting angrier with every passing second, but he knows exactly what Jake is up to, and stays put. Jake kicks another of the action figures across the floor.
Jake: Too clever for mind games, right? Well good for you, get your ass out of here and claim your victory! Stan, get a good tight shot of Rattlesnake’s triumph, I want everyone to remember it. The day you ran away from your own specialty match!
He points to the crowd and gestures.
Jake: Let’s all give our Emperor the salutation he deserves! On the count of three, “Rattlesnake Sucks!” One…. Two….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:48:05 GMT -5
The crowd inhales, and then goes ballistic… but not on the count of “three”, for it never comes. Rattlesnake’s patience snaps, and he slides down the ladder in two seconds flat; Jake rushes at him, eager to claim the glory that he knows is now within his reach; he hits Rattlesnake with a screaming series of kicks, but Snake gives just as good as he gets, and belts Jake with his signature punches. Neither man will concede so much as an inch of ground, and finally they knock one another down, making the crowd gasp at their sheer determination. Jake and Snake lock eyes, and Jake smiles.
Jake: Still think you can beat me that easily?
Snake shakes his head… and Jake sees that he too has a wicked smirk on his face.
Snake: No, I don’t. Which is why this is going to be so much more enjoyable…
He reaches under the ring, and when the crowd sees what he has hold of, the foundations of the building practically shift. Jake’s eyes widen a little as he sees the Snakequaliser.
Snake: I’ve waited a long time for the perfect opportunity to use this for its proper purpose. Let’s see if you’re as tough as you think.
To his credit, Jake does not back down; he moves toward Snake, and at the first swing rolls past him and grabs a length of lead pipe. He uses this to block out the next strike and then hits Snake in the knee; Snake curses, and his mobility is slightly compromised as Jake tries to take him out of the equation once and for all. Snake is far more powerful, however, and he finally hits Jake across the back, raising bleeding red lines as he scrapes the barbed wire across his skin. Jake crumples, and Snake readies for a knockout blow – only to suddenly hear a loud THUMP behind him. He swings around on instinct, to see Stan making faces at him; Jake laughs hoarsely, but the laugh dies in his throat and he points frantically at Stan. Stan doesn’t understand what Jake is trying to tell him… until he takes a crushing blow to the back of the head, and keels over. Jake doesn’t have a chance to react further, as Snake quickly hits him a second time, laying him out on the outside.
The crowd boos, and the other cameras covering the match on the outside of the pit turn to catch the sight of Dave the Cameraman looking highly pleased with himself. Snake wastes no time looking at him, but searches for Alicia; she’s pulled herself into the ring and kept quiet since coming around, and she gives Dave a thumbs up. Dave nods, and throws his weapon over the top of the pit. The crowd sees properly what it is, and there is a surge of excitement.
Alicia examines her barbed-wire cricket bat, and leans on it as Rattlesnake steps back up on to the apron. They exchange a meaningful glance… and then battle commences.
Snake has much more force behind his swings, but Alicia is quicker, and scores more hits as the pair try to take one another down for good. The barbed wire does its vicious work, leaving cuts on both competitors’ skin; eventually the two sets of wire get tangled, and Snake and Alicia’s efforts to separate them cause both weapons to fly out of their hands and skitter away to the edge of the ring. Without skipping a beat, the two continue to fight; Snake is dead set on at last getting the better of Alicia, and Alicia herself will not countenance losing a head-to-head fight. The battle rages at an extraordinary intensity, and in the middle of it all Jake regains consciousness; he slides into the ring and has just as much to prove so that fists and feet fly in all directions until Alicia succeeds in hitting Jake with the EMP. Jake staggers, and with a wild motion he blasts Snake with his jumping spinning leg lariat, collapsing to the mat as soon as it connects. Alicia sees this and goes for a second EMP, but even in a dazed state Snake reads her, and the crowd goes berserk as Snake dodges and then nails the Snakebite. Snake smirks… but his legs will not hold him up, and instead of rising he slips over on to his side, leaving all three of them in the ring. The match could be over right at this moment, for it seems impossible that any of them can find the will to go on…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:48:49 GMT -5
Jake and Snake start hitting each other, neither man willing to give up. Both of them show that the exhaustion is finally taking it's toll as the recoil from each hit seems to become less and less noticeable. Rattlesnake shoves Jake and goes to clothesline him, but Jake ducks and quickly turns around. As Rattlesnake turns around, Jake quickly hits him with the Trinity. Rattlesnake hits the ground and looks to be out cold. Meanwhile, AK has left the ring and staggers toward the ladder. Jake catches a glimpse of this and leaves the ring as well. He sneaks up behind AK, waiting for her to turn around. He's thinking a Shades of Helms would be the perfect thing for her. But as we all know, AK is one crafty fox...or maybe a minx. Anyways, AK takes a step back, much to Jake's surprise. With an elbow, AK knocks Jake back. She turns and smirks.
AK goes back to trying to get to the ladder, but that search is quickly halted. Out from nowhere, Rattlesnake leaps over the top rope and takes AK down. Rattlesnake grabs AK and rolls her into the ring. He looks over at Jake and goes over to him. Jake takes the opportunity to hit a low blow with his foot. Rattlesnake's eyes cross as he falls to the ground. Jake grabs Rattlesnake and somehow pulls him to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Jake follows him in. AK and Jake start kicking the fallen Rattlesnake. Jake picks Rattlesnake up and throws him into the EMP from AK. Rattlesnake falls to the canvas. AK and Jake pick up Rattlesnake and then whip him into the ropes.
As Rattlesnake bounces off the ropes into a double-team clothesline by both Jake and AK. Jake goes to let go, but AK pulls him in and hits the Fox Flip. Jake goes down and AK starts to leave the ring when she sees Rattlesnake beginning to stir. AK pats her leg, preparing for the EMP as Rattlesnake gets to his feet. He staggers around a bit and turns toward AK. She swings her leg, but Rattlesnake ducks. As AK spins around, Rattlesnake picks her up and hits a quick Snakebite. As AK goes down, she lands right on top of Jake.
Upon seeing both AK and Jake down, Rattlesnake slowly makes his way out of the ring. He goes under the ring, and pulls out another ladder, evidently trying to confuse his opponents just long enough to get out. As he starts to set it up, Jake rolls AK off of him and looks around. He sees Rattlesnake setting up the ladder and starts to head that way. Rattlesnake starts to climb the ladder slowly, the long match having really taken it out of him. Jake reaches the ladder and starts climbing the other side. Jake manages to reach Rattlesnake on his ascent and tries to grab Rattlesnake at the top. They start hitting each other. Jake, Snake, Jake, Snake, Jake, Snake, Jake, Jake, Jake.
Jake grabs Rattlesnake head and goes to hit it on the top of the ladder. Rattlesnake's head bounces off and the look on his face isn't a good one as he starts to fall backwards. Before Jake can climb out of the Snakepit, Rattlesnake grabs his arm and pulls himself back to the ladder. Rattlesnake grabs Jake's head and does the same thing. He does it again and again. Jake looks really dazed as Rattlesnake shoves him off the ladder and through the table on the outside of the ring. Rattlesnake looks at both Jake and then AK and sees they will not able to stop him this time as he gets on top of the ladder and exits the Snakepit, dropping to the ground and crouching for several seconds before standing back up.
The referee assigned to monitor the match from the outside calls for the bell.
Philip: Here is your winner...Rattlesnake!
The crowd boos a bit, but this is largely lost in the appreciation shown by most of the audience for the efforts of all the competitors. Rattlesnake looks around, leaning on the wall of the Snakepit extremely exhausted, and then looks into the camera.
Rattlesnake: Hey, Falldown...THAT'S how you do a PPV.
Rattlesnake smirks as he slowly makes his way to the back. The ring crew has to bring power tools to physically deconstruct one wall of the pit, and then EMTs go into the Snakepit to check on both AK and Jake. The show fades to the next segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:50:24 GMT -5
Segment: Safe (Credit: Yoko/BK) Yoko is doing some stretches. The match is drawing near and she’s almost ready. Suddenly, there’s a knock at her door, interrupting her preparations. She opens the door. The crewman from earlier is there with a small red box in his hand, with a note attached.Yoko: Yeah? Crewman: Mr. London thanks you for your gift and sent this in return. Yoko: Do what? She takes the box and the crewman leaves. She closes the door and looks at the box. She frowns as she realizes it’s a box of condoms. She looks at the note.
Bitch, why are you sending me your spare tampons? Don’t you need them to plugg? Is your period late or something? Maybe you need some of these. Remember to practice safe sex in the future!
P.S. I wanted a lantern, what kind of shitty attempt at mindgames are a box of tampons? I mean really, what am I going to do with it?
P.P.S. I’m sorry that you’re late. Congratulations if you’re pregnant, I assume it’s Sarin’s.
BK
Yoko dumps the box in her trash. She crosses her arms, a little upset that he was completely fine. That didn’t net her the advantage she hoped for.
…But something else might. Something to scare him possibly, to make him worry that something is up.
She goes to her wardrobe and begins to look through the multiple uniforms…and then she finds it. Something completely black, and a white ghostlike mask…Ghostface.
She lifts the mask up and slides it onto her head. She starts to unbutton her jacket as we fade out.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:51:48 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW Light-Heavyweight Title - Pure Rules Kudo Yasuda vs Scott Andrews (Credit: Senator) Maxwell McNally: This is a long boiling feud that's about to come to a head tonight! Two men who could perhaps had been perfect allies face each other in the squared circle. "Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh, you betta believe it, Max! Not only are they going to fight, but they're gonna do so under one of your favorite stipulations, in a Pure Rules match! McNally: Pure Rules may be a favored rule set for fellow industry peer Ring of Honor, and of certain ACW stars, such as Andrews's teammate, Wyvern, but the history of the rules go much further back, to the days when European Catch Style wrestling had taken hold, and when mat wrestling was considered... Edison: Yadda, yadda, yadda, we don't want a dissertation on the history of the match, we wanna know what the rules are! And I'll tell you! Basically, Pure Rules are more, ahem, refined stipulations, with the no closed fist strikes rule being strictly enforced, a twenty count in effect outside the ring, and only three rope breaks available to each person in the course of the match! Phillip: This will be a Pure Rules match for the ACW Light Heavyweight Championship! Announcing first, he is the challenger, Mr. KO, Kudo Yasuda! Kudo walks down to the ring, with a demeanor of total focus. It's clear that he's here to earn the title, and to fight to the best of his ability. Phillip: Announcing next, he is the current Light Heavyweight Champion, and a member of the Senatorial Stable, Scott Andrews! Scott Andrews walks down to the ring, belt over his shoulder, and a wide smirk on his face, as he makes a shooting motion with his hands towards the ring. Mcnally: Neither of these men are taking much time for their entrances, in this situation, it’s all about the match. Kudo briefly bows to referee Keiji Makabe, and to Andrews as the bell rings. The Light Heavyweight Champ, though, responds in turn with a slap to the face of his opponent. Kudo's head snaps back with a look of utter astonishment forming on it. Edison: Oh snap! Tell me he didn't just do that! McNally: Tell me you'll stop trying to lower the intelligence level of this broadcast...and I do not think that Mr. Yasuda here is going to stand for that immediate show of disrespect. Not exactly what I would call a good way to start off a clean contest for the title. If the fans didn't pick a side already, I think that's exactly what'll help them make their choice, if I do say so myself. Kudo looks to the side, feeling his jaw for a moment, before he walks back over to his smirking opponent, and doubling him over with a solid right hook to the solar plexus. McNally: Now, that's a nice, legal response! Kudo was in the clear there, since he punched his opponent in the midsection, if that had connected to the head, it would have been considered an illegal strike. Andrews stumbles fowards, right into a cobra twist executed by Kudo, working over the midsection right from the start. The abdominal stretch does its job as Andrews yells out, before hip tossing his way out. However, Kudo lands on his feet out of the counter, spinning back with a snap side kick to the ribs, bringing Andrews down to his knees. As Yasuda moves in to take advantage, though, the current Champion shows some of the aptitude that earned him the belt, tripping his opponent with a leg sweep, into a quick cover... ...1 ...Kudo kicks out with ease, only to receive a quick triple series of Mutoh-style flashing elbow drops from his opponent. Andrews doesn't let Kudo so much as breathe, continuing his attack with a series of stomps, before moving over, locking on a simple, but effective grounded toehold. Edison: Textbook strategy there from the Champ, working over the dangerous striking weapon of his opponent! Heck, Textbook himself would endorse that strategy!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:52:54 GMT -5
Andrews lifts up, standing to his feet, without letting go of the hold, and kicking Yasuda in the hamstring. Before he can do anything else, an angry Kudo catches Andrews off guard, lunging out with a scissors kick of sorts, buying some precious space to get up off the mat. Scott Andrews backs off, holding his head, as Kudo lunges out with an agressive posture, and an even more agressive middle kick...but instead of crashing his leg into the side of his opponent, Kudo instead finds himself on the mat once again, as Andrews catches the leg, hitting a Dragon Screw leg whip into a scissored heel hold. Kudo instinctively reaches over to the ropes, breaking the hold, but as the referee raises his hand, Yasuda realizes that he did so at the cost of one of his three precious rope breaks. Both men are separated, and head back to opposite corners, before Keiji Makabe starts the action back up. Kudo does not remain in his corner for very long at all, dashing across the ring with blinding speed, crashing into Andrews's head with a lunging front kick, sending him back into the corner. A furious Yasuda fires away with a constant onslaught of knee strikes to the rib cage, until Makabe intervenes, roughly shoving himself between the two competitors to restore some semblance of order.
McNally: It's clear here that Keiji Makabe wishes to maintain a clean match, but between Rudo Kudo, and the notoriously sneaky Andrews, I suspect that the task might be too much for any one indivudual to succeed at.
Edison: You're not kidding there! I don't think I'd be able to do it...not that I'd want to, I love carnage and mayhem!
As Kudo backs off, Andrews pushes past Makabe, dropping his opponent to the mat with a drop toe hold, into the ropes. Before his opponent can move, Andrews turns around, putting him in a high angle half crab hold, reminicient of a certain Stable member. Kudo quickly realizes that he is on the ropes, but is unable to provide enough leverage in time to stop Keiji Makabe from forcing a second rope break.
McNally: What a dirty trick to employ! Scott Andrews just manouvered Kudo into using up his second rope break, putting him at a distinct tactical disadvantage, leaving him with only one final rope break left in his inventory.
Makabe this time, doesn't send the men to opposite corners, but brings them to the middle of the ring, presumably to keep the action moving, and controllable. Andrews taunts Kudo, holding one finger up in the air, which is quickly swiped down with an impressive outside crescent kick. The Light Heavyweight Champion acts astounded by the move, putting his hands up in the air, before throwing a quick, solidly connecting kick at Kudo's chest. A slight smile forms on the recipient's face...before he unleashes a thunderous kick of his own. Andrews is nearly bowled over by the strike, holding his chest, before striking back with another middle kick. The two trade three more kicks back and forth, with about the same results as the first ones, Kudo's kicks looking sharper and faster. Finally, Kudo simply snaps, throwing eight lightning fast kicks in a row, the last one sending Andrews plummeting to the mat, right into position for the pinfall...
...1
...2
...Scott Andrews kicks out!
Edison: Andrews has got to be insane in the membrane if he thinks that he can match kicks with Kudo! I can't help but think that he did that for some devious long term plan...
McNally: You know, that very well might be possible, Eddie. Andrews is known to plan his moves out far ahead of time, perhaps, with the amount of work he's already done on Kudo's leg, he might have been trying to see if he could further wear him out...but I do not think that plan has been much of a success, at least in that instance.
Kudo picks his opponent back off the mat, in a hammerlock, pulling the other arm into a half nelson, going for a Yin Yang Suplex, but is unable to get Andrews over as the Scarlet Assassain hooks his leg around, preventing the suplex from being completed. Instead, Andrews wrenches his arms free, fluidly hooking Kudo into a side headlock, which he then chains into a Tiger Spin drop toe hold, floating back over into a grounded headlock. Andrews tries to pull Kudo's arm across his own throat, to trap him into the Scarlet Fever...but Kudo instead turns around, reversing the situation into a Dragon Constrictor, his cross between the Cobra Clutch and the Dragon Clutch! Before the submission can be entirely hooked in, Andrews reaches over, using up the first of his rope breaks to escape the damaging submission.
Edison: Now that was an incredible sequence there, Max! Both men went for their similar finishing submissions, but neither could fully lock them in!
McNally: Something else to consider is how Andrews is conducting himself here. He's not exactly endearing himself to the fans, and has been very underhanded in his approach to the match, but at the same time, he's aggrivatingly not actually breaking the rules, so the referee can only do his job, and call the match down the middle.
Edison: I love that! He's still his cocky swaggering self, and making a fool out of his opponent, too...
McNally: I'd not say that, Kudo's shown his striking power is superior, and he's not exactly been inferior on the mat, either.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:53:17 GMT -5
Back to the action, Kudo backs his opponent down with a fake out kick, Andrews taking leave to roll outside of the ring. On the outside, the champion takes a bottle of water from the announcers' table, splashing the contents over his head, and drinking the reminder, before walking up the ropes, onto the apron. Kudo tries to meet his opponent upon his return to the ring, but instead, is greeted himself by a nasty surprise, as Andrews springboards off the top rope, onto the adjacent ropes on the other side of the corner, springing off those ropes and turning back around into a hurricanrana, hooking both legs on the impact for the pin...
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...Kudo kicks out! As Kudo gets up, Scott Andrews carefully measures him up, his rear foot tapping on the mat, and as his opponent gets up to one knee, Andrews lashes out with a frighteningly swift Head Shot! Kudo gets an arm up, but it's not enough, as the kick levels him.
Edison: Whaddya know, Kudo just got beat with a hard kick from his opponent!
Andrews goes for a somewhat lackadaisical pin...
...1
...2
...Rope break! Kudo Yasuda uses up his last rope break to get out of the pinning situation!
McNally: That's a remarkable but perhaps costly move by the challenger there, Kudo Yasuda just bought himself recovery time, but at the cost of his final rope break.
The two competitors are settled back in the middle of the ring, and as the action restarts, neither is quite willing to make the next move. Andrews finally shrugs his shoulders, and shoots forward, going for a rear waistlock, and a German suplex, but Kudo lands on his feet, right into a rear waistlock of his own. Andrews goes for a back elbow, however, Kudo ducks the strike, catching Andrews as he turns around, right into a high angle K.O. Exploder, sending his opponent bouncing off the mat, as he covers for the pin...
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...Andrews kicks out! Kudo does not relent at this point, shooting a straight kick right into the ribs, before picking Andrews up, placing him on the top rope.
McNally: It appears that Yasuda could be going for an avalanche style K.O. Exploder, if that doesn't win the match in and of itself, it will certainly do serious damage enough to turn the tide decidedly in his favor.
As Kudo stands up onto the second rope, Andrews clubs his opponent in the back, and tries to lock in a double underhook for his impossible ultimate finisher, a flip underhook piledriver...but Kudo is able to slip out, hopping back down, and returning with a Roaringiri turning enzigiri, catching Andrews right behind the ear, sending him to the mat. Kudo rebounds back off the opposite ropes, coming back with a blazing execution style Yakuza Knee to the kneeling Light Heavyweight Champion, sending him flying through the ropes, and out of the ring. Keiji Makabe immediatly starts the twenty count, as two ringside officials check on the fallen and crumpled Scott Andrews.
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Andrews starts shaking his head, until one of the men ask if he feels fit to continue the match, at which point, he grabs the man by the shirt, pulling himself up to a very shaky footing, leaning on the guardrail.
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McNally: Need I remind you all that Andrews can lose the belt here if he gets counted out under Pure Rules? This could be it if he can't make it back in, or even if he does manage to do so, but can't defend himself, either way, it'll result in a loss. Then again, Scott Andrews is not your typical competitor around here, and people have come back from worse.
Edison: Yeah, Ridley came back from death!
McNally: I was thinking more along the lines of in-ring recoveries, but I suppose you're right...
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...17
...18
Andrews finally rolls back into the ring, after having cleared the cobwebs, and such. Kudo quickly pulls him to his feet, hitting a quick knee to the midsection, before lifting his opponent up for a Brainbuster...but Andrews manages to slide out of the attempt, landing on his feet, and elbowing Yasuda in the back of the head, sending him into the ropes, lunging foward, to pull Kudo back off the ropes, into a horizontal cradle...
...1
...2
...Kudo starts to kick out, but Andrews subtly pulls back on the tights...
...3!
Phillip: Your winner, and still Light Heavyweight Champion, Scott Andrews!
McNally: What? That was it?
After such a superb match, Scott’s relapse into cheating incenses the crowd, and they bellow their disapproval.
Edison: Hahaha! Scott Andrews is still YOUR Light Heavyweigh Champion, like it or not, and he won the match with the classic handful of tights out of the rollup! Perfect ending to a great match!
McNally: You mean, a horrid ending to what was shaping up to be an exceptional contest. This was a travesty, pure and simple, no pun intended. Pure Rules were set in place to keep cheating to a minimum, and to strictly regulate the action. I just hope that the next time these two meet, that Kudo Yasuda, a man, who love or hate, you have to respect, will get his just revenge. Yes, it could be somewhat impartial of me in saying so, but after seeing that, I can't help but to feel sympathy for Mr. Yasuda, a man who fights fiercely day in and day out, but for some reason, can't get the win here tonight.
Edison: Hey, you win some, you lose some, and some people just happen to know how to win 'em better than others! Scott Andrews is such a man, and, you know, that's just how the cookie crumbles!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:54:59 GMT -5
Match 9: ACW World Title Match BK London vs. Yoko Satoshi (Credit: Starkweather) The arena of milling spectators, still hyped up from the night’s previous matches, were just getting back with refreshments and the like as the camera’s eye was turned on none other than the ACW announce team of Maxwell McNally and Fast Eddie Edison.McNally: Truly, ACW has had a momentous pay-per-view so far. Surprises, scares, quite a few interesting costumes worn by members of the crowd, and the culmination of it all is this match. World Title, BK London, Yoko Satoshi… Edison: Main event! Oh yeah, this is gonna be one mother of a match, McNally. We have two multi-time champs vying over ten pounds of gold, and I’m gonna bet twenty bucks that someone isn’t walking out of here tonight. McNally: That’s a bet I’d be very hesitant to take, Eddie, as I actually agree with you. Both of these competitors are famously tough, nearly impossible to keep down for any length of time, and virtually unshakeable as far as throwing them off their game. It’s gonna be one for the ages. And with that, the champ’s music started. The steady beat with the looping sample of classical music was met by a surge in the crowd, they coming to their feet with a sea of noise and upheld signs as the lights dimmed, the first 20 seconds of the song only met by blinking lights on the stage and BK London’s entrance video. He walked out with that smirk on his face, that World Title strapped to his waist. He was wearing what seemed to be a New York Yankees jersey, and as he stepped out of the blinking lights into the rising house lights it was shown that the “NY” was replaced by a “BK” on the chest, and as the camera switched to a view of his back and the arena bathed in spotlights, “London” adorned his shoulders with a large “#1” emblazoned on the back of his pinstriped gray jersey.
He made his way down the ramp, taking special exception to jaw with some fans holding Yoko signs his way and pointing at the glinting gold buckled to his waist before turning and jogging down the rest of the ramp to stop at the ring steps. He removed his jersey and put it to the side of the steps and then unbuttoned his title belt, throwing it over his shoulder before jogging up the metal stairs and hopping in over the middle rope to go to the opposite turnbuckle, lifting his title belt in the air with both hands and nodding smugly to the fervent crowd. He wore a navy blue singlet with the same logo on the front, and “BK London” in stylized sports themed text on the back.McNally: BK London, the current World Champion, can only be described as “confident.” Confident in his entrance, confident in his matches, just an overall very smart, very talented individual, even with the slight ego problem that he has. Edison: “Slight”? Are we talking about the same BK London here? As he hopped back down and slung the title over his shoulder again, the arena lights went out. A haunting intro began over the arena’s PA system, to a trained ear it would be the introduction to “Raining Blood” by Slayer. (media.putfile.com/The-Flower-Of-Carnage-Slayer-Intro) It continued, the house lights flickering to the beat, and just as it reached the very edge of entering the song proper it slipped into Yoko Satoshi’s introduction music. The crowd was shown as the lights flickered on again, although dimly, and as the song progressed Yoko herself took the stage.
She wore a strange outfit, black cloak and an elongated white face, her oft-remembered “Ghostface” outfit on her slim frame along with not one, not two, not three, but four title belts. Her custom title, both of the retired tag-team titles, and the now-defunct Diva’s title. On the little masked Japanese girl it seemed very much like some kind of bizarre golden armor. Her outfit was a somewhat cliché black fabric top with triangularly-cut sleeves, and a triangularly cut skirt as well with a pair of short black wrestling boots and schoolgirl-style black socks up to her calves. She made her way down to the ring and spent half a minute undoing her title belts’ buttons, she piling them up on the apron and then climbing in over the bottom rope and gathering them up once more after removing her Ghostface mask and smoothing her hair.Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall with a 60-minute time limit, and is for the ACW World Title! The crowd broke into cheering and applause, and Jones waited for them to quiet some before he continued.Phillip Jones: Introducing the competitors. First, to my left, the challenger! Hailing from Okinama Japan, she weighed in this morning at one hundred and five pounds, Yoko… Satoooooshi! The crowd erupted and black and orange streamers crisscrossed the ring, Yoko holding up her titles as well as she was able. Referee Raymond Allen Fleming busied himself with clearing the ring of all crepe paper. BK hopped from one foot to the other as RAF did so, and then Jones turned his attention to him.Philip Jones: And the opponent! To my right, hailing from New York, New York!… Obligatory big pop from the Madison Square Garden Crowd.Philip Jones: He weighed in this morning at two hundred and thirty-nine pounds, he is the reigning ACW World Champion, he is B… K… Looooondon! White and blue streamers crisscrossed the ring at his introduction and he held up his title belt, the ref looking annoyed and clearing the ring once more. The title belts were handed to the outside with the exception of the World Title, and that was hefted by the man in charge RAF for the crowd’s approval. BK London slapped his chest and circled the ring, Yoko doing the same although with a bit less gusto.McNally: Here we go, Fleming calls for the bell, it’s the main event at Samhain for the Title! Hold on to your seats, we’re in for nothing short of a clinic. The two opponents made jabs at one another, BK making a grab at Yoko’s legs and dropping to one knee only to dance away again. They did this for perhaps a half minute before Yoko could grab BK with any semblance of leverage, and after a collar and elbow tie-up BK turned it around into an Arm Wringer. He followed it up with an elbow to the arm, she kicking his hand away and reaching up to apply a side headlock. He backed up into the ropes and whipped her across the ring, Yoko taken off her feet with a solid Shoulder Block. BK went to the other ropes and Yoko laid flat as he jumped over her, she countering him with a Drop Toehold with a float over grounded side headlock. He rose out of it and elbowe dher twice in the gut, reaching up to Snapmare her but she landing on her feet to deliver unto him an Armdrag. He scrambled to his feet only to receive another, then he returned the favor, and then they came to a standoff while the crowd applauded.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:55:39 GMT -5
Edison: It’d be hard for a hummingbird to see these two at work.
They tied up again, this time BK came up on top with a side headlock of his own. He wrenched it back a bit and Yoko strained to escape, she backing him up into the ropes and attempting a whip, but he held on to the headlock. He turned around, turning it into a Hammerlock, she elbowing him twice in the temple and swiveling around to attempt a Spinning Neckbreaker. BK followed through the move so they ended up in the exact same position that they started in, he hooking her arm and attempting a Vertical Suplex, but she escaped out the back of the move and went for a Russian Legsweep. BK saw it coming, of course, and elbowed her twice as a receipt for her previous strikes to his temple and whipped her into the turnbuckle. A charge was ended with a face-full of boot on London’s part and Yoko came across the ring to take him up and over with a Flying Headscissors. She followed it up with a Jumping Clothesline, BK rolling out of the ring afterward as Yoko sized him up.
McNally: It’s official, Yoko Satoshi is a house on fire! BK can’t seem to mount an effective offense in the early minutes of this championship match, and he’s gotten out of the ring to get back his bearings.
Edison: But Yoko’s not gonna let him, I think, she’s coming in with a…
BK managed to catch Yoko’s feet as she slid toward him, using her momentum to spin her under the bottom rope so that her head was sticking out over the apron rather than her feet. He connected with a stiff European Uppercut and followed it up with a Bionic Elbow before climbing to the apron, gloating to the crowd before delivering a deliberate Legdrop… But there wasn’t a target, Yoko shimmying back into the ring just as he came down hard on his tailbone on the apron. He fell to the mats and held his lower back as Yoko sized him up once again, She slingshotting over the top and laying BK out with a flying Cross Body Block. She popped back up and rolled him into the ring for a pin, but he kicked out after a quick two.
McNally: I think that that pin was more for show than anything, maybe to get it into BK London’s head that he could conceivably lose the world title tonight.
BK sat up and wiped his mouth, and Satoshi brought him back to his feet by his head. He retaliated with a short series of forearms to her gut and then rocked her head back with another European Uppercut, backing her up and whipping her into the ropes to catch her with a Tilt-A-WhirlBackbreaker that sent her rolling across the ring aching her back. London regained a bit of his cocky demeanor upon the successful execution of the maneuver, stalking across the ring and picking her up to bring her over with a Snap Suplex with he floated over with and pinned her for another quick two. After the kickout he pulled her back up but she took her turn to fire back, this time going for another Spinning Neckbreaker and succeeding.
Edison: Second time’s the charm, I guess.
In the space of four seconds she’d rebounded off the ropes to drop a leg across BK’s windpipe, she taking the opportunity to try for a high-risk maneuver. She climbed the top rope but BK was up too quickly to be caught by the attack, he climbing to the second rope and capturing her for an Avalanche Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Yoko rolled almost to the opposite turnbuckle as BK shouted to the crowd, he starting across after her and caught her in a Full Nelson, bringing her up in a nearly Bubba Bomb-style maneuver before dropping her hard onto both of his knees with a vicious Lungblower.
McNally: Oh! BK London is using his notable weight and strength advantage to his benefit now. Yoko’s back has to feel like it’s been caved in.
London followed that up with a Rear Chinlock that Yoko eventually was able to position her way out of, but as she attempted another Jumping Clothesline he countered it, capturing her and taking her over with a Uranage Slam. That was followed quickly by another submission hold, this time a Straightjacket Chinlock with his knee planted firmly in her back. She kicked her feet and after a minute or so BK let her out, he instead wrapping her up in an Abdominal Stretch. She grimaced but was able to work her arm free to make him let go with stiff elbows to the jaw, the crowd’s mixed “Let’s go BK/Let’s go Yoko” chants sounding louder and louder by the minute.
A Standing Dropkick later and BK was on his back, Yoko running toward him but receiving a Monkey Flip intended to take her over the ropes to the floor. She caught the top rope and thankfully landed on the apron, but before she could recover BK had gotten to his feet to hit her hard with a Yakuza Kick that sent her flying back into the guardrail. She fell to the mats and London ascended the top rope.
Edison: BK’s in the high rent district, and I don’t think it’s rent-controlled!
BK came off the top with a flying press but Yoko got out of Dodge, BK colliding with the railing hard and backing up into the apron. Yoko rolled into the ring and brought BK up onto the apron, but he countered an attempted Guillotine on the top rope and lifted her up, brining her parallel to the ropes and tossing her a foot or so into the air over the mats before catching her head, dropping off the apron to the floor with a B.K.O.! Edison: Oh! BK London is going for broke at this point, Yoko Satoshi just folded up like a Chinese party favor!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:56:23 GMT -5
BK got slowly back up amidst the crowd’s dueling chants, he rolling Yoko back into the ring and making another pin. 1! 2! No, Yoko kicked out. BK brought her back to her feet and kicked her in the gut before hitting the LondonPlex. He went to the turnbuckle and slapped it before “tuning up the band,” Yoko slowly staggering to her feet using the ropes as he came across the ring with the Shades of Michaels Superkick, but… Yoko ducked out of the way and as BK turned around caught him but good with a Superkick of her own! She fell to the mat as BK toppled over, she taking more time than usual to make the cover… 1! 2! No! BK kicked out!
McNally: BK kicked out! BK kicked out of the Shades of Miachaels!
Yoko slapped the mat and sat up as London dragged himself up by the nearby turnbuckles. She went for a Rana but London dropped her with a standing Spinebuster, he attempting a Catapult into the turnbuckle. She countered that maneuver by ending up standing with her back to the ring on the second turnbuckle, but he saw the counter coming and gave it a counter of his own, a Black Out Kick to the small of her back immobilizing her long enough for him to make it to the apron, he climbing up after her to slingshot over her with a big Powerbomb! Yoko rolled over her shoulder onto her face and BK ended up sitting with his back to the bottom turnbuckle, the referee checking on them both as they took quite some time to regain their footing. Yoko got to her feet first, and as BK stood she went for the Flying Guillotine. London countered the move with an Electric Chair lift just as she got over him, he backing up two steps into the ring before dropping backward and driving her into the mat backwards and holding it for a pinfall attempt, but she kicked out after a long two.
McNally: BK had the Flying Guillotine scouted, and had an expertly applied counter for it!
Edison: Man, it sure doesn’t feel like they’ve been wrestling for long, but how long do you think it’s been?
McNally: By my watch, it’s been twenty minutes so far. Twenty minutes and scarcely a breather betwixt them, if they keep going at this pace I doubt the match will last much longer.
London got back up, shaking his head and backing into the turnbuckle as Yoko got to her hands and knees. She got up, facing away from him, and his German Suplex brought her hard to the canvas. He shouted something to the crowd away from the canvas so he wasn’t legibly heard, he beckoning for Yoko to return to her feet to finish her off once and for all. Yoko countered his Superkick with a Basement Dropkick, but as she attempted the Pop From Okinawa London caught her around the shoulders and Belly-to-Belly Suplexed her. He went for a follow-up German Suplex but Yoko grabbed the referee by the shirt. She struggled against BK’s hold and “accidentally” kicked him square in the groin as the referee’s attention was diverted and she turned and giggled painfully with a girlish hand over her mouth. BK turned away and held his pained area, but as she moved in to deliver another low he turned and caught her square in the face with a mist that matched his singlet! Yoko staggered away with her back to him and as he wiped his mouth and moved in himself she returned the favor with a shot-in-the-dark Poison Mist shot of her own.
McNally: …That’s definitely a predicament you can’t fully prepare yourself for as a referee. Two competitors that are all but blinded!
They staggered around for a few moments as the referee attempted to determine what exactly was happening, and by the time Yoko had wiped her eyes clear half a minute had passed. She saw that BK was leaning on the turnbuckle trying to do the same and went for broke, attempting the YKO. BK did a similar counter to it as the YKO, but this time he rose too quickly for her to compensate and swiveled around, driving her hard into the turnbuckle with a Powerbomb! She caught herself on the top but BK wasn’t quite done, jumping up and locking his arm around her head and dropping her hard to the canvas with a Bodyscissors Guillotine Choke. She couldn’t quite reach the ropes with her feet as she’d fallen forward just a smidgen too far into the ring, and BK strained to make her tap out with the hold.
McNally: It may very well be over, BK London is looking to choke his opponent out with this Guillotine Submission!
Yoko kicked her feet to try and reach the ropes but he kept the submission applied, and her only recourse was to use all of her spare musculature to roll onto her back toward the ropes with him still attached and find the ropes. He held onto the choke all through a four-count and then was forced to release it, he rolling away and ending up on his knees with a frustrated scowl. He made an “it’s over” motion and lifted her back up to attempt a Fireman’s Carry Gutbuster, but as he tossed her she ended up on her feet… To hit him with his own finisher, the Revolver!
McNally: Revolver!
Edison: Spinny Thing!
McNally: Revolver!
Edison: Spinny Thing!
The two competitors landed hard, Yoko holding her back and BK laying flat-out fro the thunderous and rather steeply-inclined impact of the finisher. Yoko was the first up after the referee’s seven-count, she scaling the top rope slowly and waiting for BK to eventually come to his, she coming off the top to make an attempt at a Yokocanrana, but BK had a counter for -that-, he turning his back to her as she came off the top, she ending up upside-down, BK hooking her arms and dropping her with a Vertabreaker! BK remained sitting as Yoko slowly unfolding to a prone position. He went for the cover to such a devastating counterattack…
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3-NO!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:57:16 GMT -5
Yoko kicked out! The crowd erupted into applause at the effort of will it took to kick out of a nearly hospitalizing maneuver, and BK got up and back the referee into a corner, arguing with him about the count. RAF wouldn’t be intimidated, however, and as BK poked him in the chest accusingly he shoved him away in self-defense. BK stumbled back and turned to gather up whatever was left of Yoko, but he never in a million years expected to have her gain her third or perhaps even fourth wind and hit him with a Jawbreaker. He stumbled back into the corner with RAF in it and Yoko sprang to her feet, going right down the middle with a stiff straight punch to BK’s jaw that rocked his head back and toppled him over.
McNally: Violet Urges!
Edison: Say what now?
McNally: Yoko Satoshi’s new move, inspired by Violent Violet’s jaw-breaking straight punch.
Edison: …Oh. Okay then. Violet Urges! What a shot! Man, this match has been back and forth all through the what, thirty, forty minutes it’s been going!
McNally: Well, in about ten seconds it’ll be forty minutes exactly that they’ve been going at it. And I think it’s going to come right down to whoever can outlast their competitor.
Yoko waited for him to slowly regain his feet, but when she ran in to deliver the Bunny Knee to his face he ducked and pulled the referee into the blow! RAF’s head stalled rather painfully and he rolled off to the side, near the ropes, and Yoko looked rather surprised as BK rolled to the outside and cradled his jaw with both hands. Satoshi didn’t bother to check on the ref, she instead rolled to the outside to pursue the champ. He took her by the head unexpectedly and sent her into the ring post, he shouldering past the timekeeper and snatching his metal folding chair away, closing it shut with a clang and rolling into the ring to wait for Yoko to get back in. As she did he charged and made a home run swing for her head but she rolled to his side, the crowd “OH!”ing as the chair collided with the top rope and then with his red-covered forehead. He turned, thrown off-balance and stumbling forward, only to have the reeling Yoko come off the opposite ropes and bring up a leg into the chair to deliver the world’s most vicious YKO to BK’s face, plastering the metal chair right into him!
Edison: DANGEROOOOOUS!!!
Yoko hurt the inside of her leg rather badly, she rolling away and clutching at her thigh as BK simply lay flat-out with a chair over his face and his arms and legs spread-eagled. She was very slow to make the cover but the referee was even slower, he very slowly making the count…
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2!
3--NO!
It was BK’s turn to shock the audience with a kick-out! Yoko rolled to the side, her hair scraggly, her brow sweaty, she breathing and attempting to regain her bearings as the referee held his face and got back up to see what had happened, and he began the mandatory ten count…
1! 2! 3! 4!
They stirred slowly…
5! 6! 7!
Climbing slowly up, using the ropes to get back to their feet…
8!… 9!…
And Yoko was back to her feet! Hobbling visibly due to her injured leg, she brought the now-bloodied BK the rest of the way up to make a pained attempt at putting him away for good. BK picked her up out of desperation and planted her on the top rope. He scaled the turnbuckle after her and hooked her head for an attempt at the top-rope version of the Revolver, but she fought out with just as much desperation and crotched him on the top rope. She nearly lost her balance but rolled over BK’s shoulder to land on the canvas on her feet, she landing him on her shoulder and trying to take off for the running start to the Yoko-Naga. BK refused to let his legs unclasp from the top turnbuckle, though, and try as she might she couldn’t manage to unperch him. Undaunted and opportunistic, she let him go to end up in a sitting position once more. Once again, she went to the top rope, forcing him to unclasp his legs and ending up just behind him, she hooking her legs under the middle rope to deliver a Scarlet Dreams German Suplex!
McNally: Highly inventive move by Satoshi there, and BK’s in trouble!
She took a moment to power herself back up to sit on the top rope, she painfully turning around to plant both feet firmly on the padded turnbuckle, taking a moment to situate herself before coming off with a picture-perfect Guillotine Legdrop. She made a cover, hooking a leg…
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2!
NO!
BK somehow found it within himself to kick out! Yoko slapped the mat and it was her turn to argue the pace of the count with RAF. She turned back and put her hands on her hips in exasperation, and the cloudy-headed champion stirred to a sitting position. As he got back up she signaled for the Flying Guillotine, and as she hit it the crowd’s noise was tremendous.
Edison: This has to be it, if BK kicks out I’m gonna eat my hat!
McNally: You’re not wearing a hat, Eddie. But, they’ve been at each other’s throats for an incredible length of time, and I don’t think BK could possibly kick out of this!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:57:48 GMT -5
1!
…2!
3!…NO!
Even the crowd’s “THREE!” chant was interrupted by BK kicking out! Yoko looked shocked (well, as shocked as Yoko’s able to look) and went for a second cover, but he kicked out again! Yoko punched the mat and went to the outside to grab on of her title belts, frustrated and not willing to let him kick out again. As she went to swing at him after he got back up he grabbed her around the waist, dropping her to the mat and criss-crossing her legs to lock her into her own Ball & Chain submission maneuver!
McNally: Middle of the ring! Middle of the ring! Yoko is going to have to do something drastic to escape the Ball & Chain!
Yoko shook her head as BK shouted “Tap! Tap! Tap!” over and over, his face a crimson mask, but Yoko made an effort, slowly but surely, making herself not tap time and again, to claw her way to the ropes. BK stopped her short, however, walking to the middle of the ring again and wrenching back, putting a knee into her back to add pressure to the injured ribcage. She came mere inches from tapping out to the hold, BK leaning forward and then back to apply yet more pressure, the crowd dueling chants with “Please don’t tap/TAP! Please don’t tap/TAP!”
McNally: This match has been going for much longer than anyone expected, and the crowd’s been cheering their favorite wrestler on the whole time!
BK leaned forward to wrench her back even further but she used the last of her strength to unbalance him and land him on his back, she uncrossing her legs and scooting away to try and shake them loose. The announcer, at ringside, was heard suddenly over the intercom system.
Philip Jones: Five minutes, I repeat, five minutes remain in this World Title bout!
Yoko looked over at him and blinked twice.
McNally: That’s right, a grand total of fifty-five plus minutes have elapsed in this epic struggle! Both competitors have very little gas left in their tanks, I can’t imagine this match lasting past the next big maneuver.
The challenger laid into the champion, lighting him up with a short series of forearms to the jaw. She ran as best she could to the ropes as London stumbled back, she going for the Kriss Kross but BK backing up a step, she sailing sideways into a HUGE Shades of Michaels Superkick!
Edison: DANGEROOOOOOUSSS!!!
McNally: OH MY GOD! What a Superkick by BK London! What an impact! BK has to make the pin! He has to capitalize on Yoko Satoshi’s error!
She landed high on the back of her head and slumped to the side as the crowd went nuts, BK crawling over and lifting her back over before dropping her face-first to the canvas with a Sword of Damascos. He got up, removing the straps on his singlet and pointing to the top turnbuckle, he getting up agonizingly slowly and… Sailing off onto Yoko’s back with From Brooklyn to London!
Edison: Turn her over! You gotta turn her over!
McNally: BK has to find the strength somewhere in his reserves to win this match, he has to put her away before she can recover!
London popped back to his knees and clutched his bare chest, falling to the side and inching his way a bit away as he made pained sounds.
McNally: London may have brusied his ribs with that maneuver, or he may have even pulled a muscle with the exertion of making himself do that kind of rotation…
He finally succeeded in turning the apparently KO-ed Yoko over, laying across her with his back and hooking a leg, the referee coming to make the count…
…1!
…2!
…TH-NO!!!
McNally: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! The PEOPLE can’t believe it!
Edison: The ref can’t even believe it!
McNally: Even BK can’t believe it!
The champion practically went insane as the referee made a surprised gesture of “two!,” his eyes shining with tears of frustration, he turning over and punching and slapping the mat and shouting expletives. He stood, his eyes filled with what closely resembled the fires of hell, this match no longer about the world title but finally finding a way to put Yoko Satoshi away. He dragged her to the middle of the ring and put his traps back on…. Just to take them back on again, turning and kicking the bottom rope and grabbing her foot to apply the Corporate Lock! Yoko woke up in no time to try and claw her way to the apron but BK would have none of it, pulling her back… She fought up to one knee, then teetered on her good leg, he grabbing her injured one, BK ducking an attempted Enzuigiri, she fighting back up once more to attempt again… But as she came around London swung through the move with a Mandara Twist, tweaking her leg viciously and coming out of the move STILL in the Corporate Lock! He screamed bestially as she came so close to tapping again and again, RAF watching her like a hawk, London doing his best to snap her ankle like a twig… Yoko rolling forward to make him break the hold but he kept holding on!
McNally: Yoko Satoshi is doing everything in her power to escape the submission hold! BK London refuses, he’s like a pit bull, he won’t let go until Yoko taps out, and not a force on Earth is going to make him relinquish it until she does!
Edison: Exceeeeept…
…Yoko rolled to the side, BK rolling with it and Grapevining her leg painfully… But she was within arm’s reach of the ropes! BK’s “NO!” met the crowd’s roar as she got to them, the referee forcing BK to break the hold after a four count. London rolled back, pounding the mat and looking to the crowd as Yoko clung to the bottom rope with one hand and her injured leg with the other.
Philip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, ONE MINUTE remains in this ACW Championship bout!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:58:23 GMT -5
BK turned to the crowd and said something very pointedly, obviously not accepting a time-limit ending to such an amazing match.
McNally: BK London will not, can not, shall not allow Yoko to leave that ring without having tapped out or been pinned!
He made a very deliberate “it’s over” gesture with both hands, bringing her up and whipping her hard into the turnbuckle chest-first. As she backed up, groggy, he bounced off the adjacent ropes and attempted his Yakuza Kick from Hell… But Yoko ducked!… Well, her knee buckled under her, but the idea was the same. He came to a skidding halt and turned to follow through with the Air London, but she ducked that too! He got back up, dragging himself up by the ropes only to catch a stiff kick to the groin that the referee couldn’t see well from his vantage point, Yoko following it up by positioning him with his doubled-over back to the turnbuckle and his head to the middle of the ring, and she climbed to the middle and then top rope, wasting no time…
McNally: Oh my god!
Edison: DANGEROOOOOOOO-
Eddie went into a coughing fit from the force of his trademark phrase, mcNally taking over the broadcasting with his expression of shock at the Top-Rope Flying Guillotine, or Guillotine Flying Guillotine, that Yoko had just delivered to the back of BK’s head! She lay out as well did he, the announcer counting down the very seconds left until the time-limit draw…
Philip Jones: …Ten seconds! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!…
Yoko finally stirred, crawling over to London… Turning him over and hooking a weak leg…
Philip Jones: Four! Three!
McNally: Here comes the cooooount!
…1!
…2!
Philip Jones: Two! One!
…And bare INCHES before the referee’s hand came down, the ring bell rang!
McNally: Who was faster!? Do we have a new champion? Yoko thinks she’s won it! The referee isn’t sure! He’s going to the timekeeper to see what the official word is!
Yoko sat up, beaten and bruised, holding her hand up weakly, London still pretty much owned from that incredible impact… Philip Jones was heard once again over the PA system as the crowd’s roar died somewhat.
Philip Jones: …Ladies and gentlemen, due to reaching the 60-minute time limit, this match has been deemed a DRAW! And in the event of a draw… STILL ACW World Champion… B…K… LONDOOOON!
The crowd absolutely erupted with cheers, boos and applause, a chant of “That was awesome! *clap clap clapclapclap!*” or “Five more minutes! *clap clap clapclapclap!*”resounding through the arena. Yoko obviously not believing the timekeeper and rolling out of the ring to catch her breath. The referee checked on London who had by that time finally begun to stir as BK London‘s music began to play.
McNally: That’s it, ladies and gentlemen! This has been a landmark pay-per-view for ACW and I hope you enjoyed watching it as much as I did. Until next time, this is Maxwell McNally for Eddie Edison saying goodnight, and tune in to Meltdown and Warfare next week to see more Alpha Championship Wrestling action!
The crowd has been taken to the limit by that astonishing match; Ginger has clearly prepared for all situations as there is suddenly a large contingent of security at ringside to prevent things kicking off again. The crowd is ecstatic, and BK rises slowly, holding up his belt as it is presented back to him; but Yoko’s expression tells everyone that this is not likely to be the end of the matter…
Samhain has reached its end… but no one within ACW or its fanbase can know that the darkest events of all have occurred long before this night even began…
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