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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:42:23 GMT -5
Segment: A Real Super Happy Fun Vagina Extravaganza...(Credit: Jake Cheng)
Jake makes his way back to the locker room, sweaty and tired from his match, which he wasn’t fortunate enough to win. He opens the door and Stan is standing right in the doorway.
Stan: The hero’s return.
Jake:...Stan, we aren’t talking in song titles anymore.
Stan: I know, but that one fit quite appropriately.
Jake: Yeah. So why are you blocking the doorway?
Stan: Well, I kind of expected you to win, so I something set up for a celebration.
Jake: Really? What was it?
Stan: A Real Super Happy Fun Vagina Extravaganza!
Stan steps out of the way and Jakes sees a group of girls in the locker room, all smiling and waving at him to come in. He looks toward the camera and grins quite widely.
Jake: The happiest days of our lives.
Stan: I thought you said...
Jake: That one fit too.
And with that Jake leaps into the room and slams the door. The sound of giggling girls ends the segment as the pictures fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:42:45 GMT -5
Segment: Heart-to-Heart (Credit: Shawn/Stark
A heart-to-heart conversation isn’t something that Lilly Rouge and Sakina Khalida have been able to have recently. With all the chaos and confusion, they’ve barely had time to focus on anything. Sakina has had to push her “plans” backwards quite a bit, and she’s facing the consequences of that as a result. Every single day, Lilly comes closer and closer to figuring things out. It’s only a matter of time before her memory comes back, then… Well, then all of her hard work and meticulous planning will be for naught.
If Lilly found out the truth on her own…things would likely be broken beyond repair.
This possibility is becoming more of a worry for Sakina as the days pass by. It’s gotten to the point that she’s prepared to blurt out the truth at any moment in hopes of finding a way to keep control of the situation. With the object of her desire so close…she can’t afford to lose it now. She just can’t seem to find the words she’s looking for. These words continue to elude her as she starts to drift into a daydream. A dream that’s no doubt inspired by her petite student.
Speaking of which…
If ignorance is bliss…then Lilly may be the happiest person in the world right now. Even with all that’s going on, she manages to keep a warm smile as she lounges on the locker room floor. She cradles her beloved kitten, which she just recently decided to name Mr. James, and yawns briefly.
Lilly: Where’s he at?
Without really concentrating, Sakina answers with a whisper.
Sakina: I’m not sure… He wanted to be alone before the match…
Lilly: Do you think she’s okay?
Sakina: Yoko is a difficult woman to read…but I think she’d know that Umeko’s more valuable healthy and in one piece. I’m not sure what she planned to do with all of this…but she’ll live to regret it.
This garners an adorable frown from Ms. Rouge… Her childlike faith in Yoko Satoshi in spite of overwhelming evidence is simultaneously cute, sad, and admirable. She decides to be quiet for just a few seconds. In that time…she decides that it’s time for her to confide something very important in Sakina. After all, who better to confide in than her closest friend?
Lilly: I—I think I’m starting to remember everything again.
In that instant, Sakina’s worst fears are realized. In the seconds that follow, she becomes unable to hold up her mask any longer. The unsavory bits of her character begin to creep out with a great deal of clarity. Madness shines through her eyes as she suddenly rises to her feet. Her voice, normally warm, is cold and emotionless.
Sakina: For all my planning… I’ve waited too long… I want you to lis—
With that, the door bursts open and a hand flips the lights off. Sakina stops in mid-sentence as Lilly lets out a shrill scream.
The attack comes swiftly, without warning, and... For lack of a better word, it's quite simply ruthless. A single swing of a very heavy, blunt instrument instantly cuts off that shriek, it followed closely by a clatter and a loud impact of a body hitting the floor along with a skitter of tiny paws running away from the big, predator-smelling form that has moved so suddenly into their territory.
The struggle between the attacker and Sakina is a little longer but only because she's gotten lucky enough to catch the handle of the weapon as it comes in, but after a brief scuffle she too falls to a duo of blows to her sternum followed by a knockout shot to the back of her head.
Silence prevails afterward, well... Other than a quiet, pained whimper from a very surprised and very in-pain person laying sprawled on the ground holding her wounded head.
The figure takes a moment to carefully position the blunt striking object at the optimum angle and position, he stepping back and admiring his handiwork before switching on the light. Dark hair is slicked back under the cracked, well-worn smiley face mask, his smile nearly matching that of the fascimile adorning his face.
Out of the room he steps, knowing that Saito's pet isn't too far away and the commotion caused by his actions will bring him running.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:43:35 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Entertainment Title: Round Robin Tournament – 1st RoundChristopher Bryant vs. MASAKI (Credit: Freeman/AK) It’s time for a first for ACW; as the crowd watches the Alphatron, a live link is established with the AJPW arena, and a sea of Japanese fans looks at the US crowd. Everyone cheers, excited by the prospect of this joint event, and the Japanese fans pop further as their announcer enters the ring. A man of many talents, he speaks each short piece of information first in Japanese and then again in English, so allowing both sets of fans to follow him.Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the AJPW is proud to host this PPV event which is being broadcast live to both our own wonderful fans and to our equally honored guests at ACW! We welcome you! Another big pop.Announcer: This special match is a round-robin tournament to determine the ACW Puro Championship. There will be three rounds, each of 15 minutes and each contested by two of the three participants. Whomever achieves two wins first will be declared the victor and Puro Champion. The crowds murmur as they get their heads around this.Announcer: Now, to introduce the competitors… firstly, being accompanied by Bambi Jazlyn, he is a member of the Upper Echelon… Christopher Bryant! ”Animals” by Nickelback plays, and Bryant walks out looking primed for action.The ACW crowd boos, as do some of the AJPW fans, though they’re less aware of the goings-on that have led to this match. Bryant enters the ring and stands as Bambi takes up a position on the outside.Announcer: Next, from Long Island, New York… please welcome Jason Freeman! The ACW crowd cheers as “Ugly” by the Exies plays; Freeman comes out to a strong reaction from both crowds, and jogs to the ring. He slides in and he and Bryant stare at one another; but the Japanese fans are already looking expectantly to the entrance…Announcer: And finally, he is the defending ACW Puro Champion… from Yokohama, Japan, MAAASAAAKI! The reaction from the two sets of fans couldn’t be more different; as “Silent Revelation” by Galneryus hits and MASAKI appears, the Japanese fans cheer loudly even as the ACW crowd boos. MASAKI holds up his belt to the home crowd and proceeds to the ring; as he enters, the announcer waits for the referee to enter too.Announcer: The first match will be between Christopher Bryant and MASAKI… Mr. Freeman, please take your place on the outside. The time limit is 15 minutes. Jason nods and moves to the outside, keeping his distance from Bambi. With everything set, the match can begin…Bell Rings. With only 15 minutes on the clock, there’s no time for either man to indulge in posturing or mind games, and the crowd shouts in approval as both men attack each other at once. MASAKI is understandably eager to get his evening off to a winning start and at as little a cost to him as possible, and targets Bryant’s thighs and ribs with a series of sharp kicks as he tries to compromise his ability to fight back. Bryant grimaces, but instead of pulling back he drives forward and forces MASAKI into a grapple; MASAKI toughens up his stance and refuses to be pushed, only for Bryant to switch tack and lift his opponent for a vertical suplex. He dispenses with any showy stalling on the lift and slams MASAKI down; the Japanese star takes the impact well and is on his feet in no time, and Bryant finds himself on the painful end of one of MASAKI’s trademark rushing forearm and elbow strike attacks. He does his best to ride it out but the crowd loves it and as they cheer MASAKI on, Bryant goes for with a punch to MASAKI. MASAKI is definitely the fastest man in this match, as he ducks and slaps Bryant right in the face. He then follows this up with rapid forearms and elbows, hitting over and over on Byrant, who weakens and falls onto the ground in a sitting position, MASAKI runs for the Fury Sweep, but Bryant is thinking, and he rolls out of the ring. He stays on the outside and goes over to Bambi. They whisper to each other, obviously talking strategy, as the ref begins to count Bryant out. Bryant rolls back into the ring at 8, and as MASAKI rushes over for the attack, Bryant rolls back out and taunts the crowd, who gives him steady boos. He again begins to talk to Bambi, and rolls back into the ring again. He goes forward for MASAKI for a punch, but again MASAKI dodges, and goes for swift kicks to Bryant’s waist, but Bryant catches one and manages to stop the momentum of MASAKI with a hard clothesline. MASAKI hits the mat and rolls over onto his stomach before Bryant drops down and manages to get MASAKI into a surfboard chinlock. Bryant keeps the pressure applied but MASAKI, begins to get up…and manages to break the hold. He hits another kick to Bryant’s stomach and runs back into the ropes, coming back for a lariat, which Bryant ducks, at the same time grabbing MASAKI’s arms and hitting the Face-Lift (Double-Chickenwing Lift into a Facebuster). The crowd “oooh”s at the impact, as Bryant drops into the cover…1…2…and a kickout by MASAKI, after two. Bryant sighs, looking slightly annoyed, as he obviously wanted to end this as early as he could. He tries to lift MASAKI up to his feet, but as he is raising him up, MASAKI hits a low blow! The ref wasn’t at the best angle, and MASAKI did it swiftly, so it goes unseen, but it is enough to shift momentum, as MASAKI hits Bryant with a hard back suplex, keeping his arms locked for the pin...1…2…and a kickout by Bryant, but MASAKI keeps his arms locked, gets to a standing position, pulling Bryant up too, and hitting a HUGE Lighting Strike Suplex! Bambi looks worried, and she has a right to be, because Bryant looks a bit out of it, landing a bit awkwardly after the suplex. MASAKI gets up and taunts a bit cockily, before lifting Bryant groggily to his feet. MASAKI jumps hitting a huge Enzuiguri kick, that he calls the MASAguri, although it is usually done when his opponent catches his foot. Bryant hits the ground and isn’t moving, and MASAKI takes this as his chance to capitalize. He ascends the top rope rapidly, and gets ready for his moonsault leg drop! Bambi shouts for Bryant to move, but he seems out of it. MASAKI jumps, and unfortunately for him, lands hard, but not on Bryant. Bryant apparently had some life in him, and was able to escape the move at the last second. He stands up and awaits MASAKI, who slowly rises to his feet, and Bryant hits him hard with a cover-shot! (reverse rockbottom) Bryant hopes that he has taken enough out of MASAKI to get the pin, and so he goes for the cover…1…2….NO! It wasn’t enough yet, but he doesn’t get too angry, momentum is on his side. It’s only a matter of time anyways. So he again waits for MASAKI to get up, and maybe this wasn’t his smartest move ever. MASAKI does get up, but as Bryant goes for a second cover shot, MASAKI manages to fight it off, shoving Bryant off into the turnbuckle. He then explodes with kicks and knees, as Bryant sinks down slowly into the turnbuckle. He is now sitting on the ground leaning against it, and MASAKI hits hard and fast with a lot of rapid kicks, as the ref tries to get him away. MASAKI stops eventually and waits for Bryant, and as soon as he gets up runs at him with a leg lariat! MASAKI attempts for the pin but only gets a two count. Bryant may be in pain, but he’s not totally out yet. MASAKI locks in a headlock to Bryant on the ground, hoping to drain some life out of him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:44:24 GMT -5
Bryant shows some signs of life as he begins moving, but MASAKI stops that by hitting Bryant with a kick to the head. As Bryant stops for a second MASAKI locks him in the Half Lock! Bryant struggles to get to the ropes, and does so, after being in the hold for not too long. MASAKI comes forward to try to get something in on him, but Bryant gets in a punch, and another, making MASAKI stagger back before hitting him with a clothesline, which knocks him down. MASAKI had the momentum before, and a simple clothesline won’t keep him down as he rises up, but Bryant is ready. He puts him in german suplex position and hits one suplex. Two suplexes. Three suplexes. Bryant is going for a fourth out of five, but MASAKI grabs the ropes, and Bryant is told to break the hold. While the ref is telling Bryant to break the hold, MASAKI hits a low blow with a kick to Bryant and quickly spins around, hitting a snap suplex on Bryant before the ref can notice. MASAKI drags Bryant to his feet, and hits a quick snapmare, and Bryant lands in a seated position. MASAKI hits quick rapid knees to Bryant’s back, before dropping down and applying a headlock. Bryant struggles around trying to get to his feet, and does so, hitting a few elbows to MASAKI, but MASAKI counters that with a swift knee to the gut. MASAKI runs forward away from Bryant, obviously hoping to rebound off of the ropes and hit some kind of running attack, but Bryant quickly recovers, pulls MASAKI back from behind and puts him in a full nelson position, before swinging around and slamming him.
MASAKI is now down and Bryant hits a few stomps on MASAKI who’s on the ground. Bryant then drops down and hits a couple of punches to the face, trying to inflict as much pain on MASAKI as he can. When Bryant thinks MASAKI is sufficiently weakened, he ascends the turnbuckle to the second rope, waiting for MASAKI to stand so he can set him up for a flying clothesline. MASAKI slowly gets to his feet, and then Bryant jumps, but MASAKI is quick, and manages to reverse it by grabbing Bryant’s arm, and armdragging him! MASAKI goes for the pin, but only gets a two count as Bryant kicks out, but now the momentum is on his side. MASAKI grabs Bryant, lifts him up and whips him to the ropes, looking for the Roaring Fusion, but Bryant ducks the elbow, and grabs MASAKI into the Picture Perfect! (bearhug)
MASAKI tries to escape the move, but Bryant locks it in hard, wrenching MASAKI around, and walking to the middle of the ring to prevent him from reaching the ropes. Bryant keeps applying more and more pressure trying to get MASAKI to tap out and win this thing. MASAKI starts to move though. All of a sudden he unleashes rapid forearms onto Bryant’s head, causing Bryant to drop him, and MASAKI is quick to capitalize with another forearm to the head, into a quick snap suplex, which stuns Bryant, and MASAKI rolls over to his legs, turns him over, and locks him in the MASAKI lock!
Now it is Bryant’s turn to be in pain, but this move is harder to get out of then a bear hug. Bryant makes an attempt to move, and reach the rope, but the pressure just gets locked in more. Bryant raises his hand, looking ready to tap, and the referee bends down to see if he will, but then he decides against it, he tries to writhe around, in any direction, hoping to force MASAKI to loosen the grip, even for a second, so he can get an opening and escape, but MASAKI is determined, and does not loosen up. Bryant tries harder and is now shouting in pain, and MASAKI just applies it harder, but then in a last effort, Bryant puts all his strength to kick MASAKI away, and somehow manages to do it, and he takes his opening, to escape from the submission and roll over to the ropes, so that way MASAKI can’t apply anything. Bryant lies on the ground, clutching his back and his leg, trying to catch his breath, as MASAKI waits, since Bryant is too close to the ropes to do anything. Bryant eventually uses the ropes to assist him to his feet, and MASAKI comes forward, setting up for another snap suplex, possibly trying to do the same combo, but Bryant uses his strength to lift MASAKI up instead for a vertical suplex. Bryant keeps him up for a long time, before finishing the suplex into the middle of the ring, and Bryant lifts up MASAKI to his feet.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:44:52 GMT -5
Bryant taunts for a second, before going for the Ace Crusher, but MASAKI shoves him away, runs to the ropes, and attempts to nail the Roaring Fusion, but Bryant again ducks, and this time hits the Ace Crusher. Bambi looks relieved on the outside of the ring, because this could very well be the end of the match, and Bryant crawls over to MASAKI for the pin
1 . . . 2 . . . KICKOUT! MASAKI managed to get out, and Bryant looks angry. The longer this match goes on the more chances MASAKI has to win, and Bryant does NOT want to lose this thing. He thought that his power would be able to overcome MASAKI’s speed, but as of yet he hasn’t been able to put him away. He angrily ascends to his feet, and climbs to the second rope of the turnbuckle again, probably again trying for the clothesline, but MASAKI manages to get up and punch Bryant a few times as Bryant grabs his face, and turns around, his back now facing MASAKI. MASAKI lifts him up a bit, so now he’s on the top rope with his back facing MASAKI, and MASAKI climbs. He looks to be going for a back suplex, but Bryant hits some elbows, MASAKI seems like he’s falling, but then manages to almost get Bryant in position for the MASAKI spike (vertebreaker), a move that is rarely done! Bryant won’t let this happen though, as he gets out of position and elbows MASAKI some more, spins around so he’s facing him and hits a spinebuster off the ropes onto MASAKI. 1…2…and a kickout! Bryant bangs his hands onto the mat, since MASAKI won’t stay down, and he stomps on him again and again. He bends down for a second but MASAKI rolls him up! 1…2…and Bryant kicks out.
MASAKI gets to his feet, and now the momentum is on his side again. He hits a swift kick to the stomach of Bryant bringing him to his knees, and combos that with a kick to the ribs. Bryant gets to his feet, and MASAKI hits a jumping arm breaker, and chains that to a fujiwara armbar! Bryant is hurt, and obviously doesn’t have much left in him, but Bambi gets on the apron, and yells at the referee. Distracted, the referee tries to get her off, but this gave Bryant an opening. Bryant gets his arm free for a second, shifts over, and brings his head down hard with a low blow. Bambi jumps off the apron as Bryant takes advantage of the stunned MASAKI, by getting to his feet, bringing MASAKI up into powerbomb position at the same time! Even though it was cheap, he still shows off his huge strength in lifting him from the ground. Bryant hits one powerbomb, two powerbombs, and then a sitting powerbomb for the trifecta and the ref goes to count the pin. 1….2…..3!!!!
Announcer: The first round goes to Christopher Bryant, in a time of 14.22!
The Japanese fans are far from pleased, but Bryant is delighted, and gestures to Freeman to bring it on. As things are checked over, the show cuts to a very brief break…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:45:23 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW Entertainment Title: Round (Credit: MASAKI)
We fade back into the action in Japan, and Chris Bryant is standing, smirking as he sees Freeman enter the ring. Going 1-0 up in the contest, he can win the title here with a good win over Freeman, as the referee signals for the bell. The fans are a tad more hostile to these two, due to both being neither Japanese nor familiar in the country.
Announcer: (explaining first in Japanese, and now English) The following match is the second in the Puro Round Robin! To my left, from California, weighing at 280 pound, Christopher Bryant! And to my right, from New York, weighing at 230 pound, Jason Freeman!
The fans clap to show their appreciation as the announce exits the ring.
Bell rings
The two have certainly been unable to defeat each other over the past month, but this 15-minute time limit will most certainly find a winner, as the two come out their corner and lock up. Bryant uses his strength again, forcing Freeman at the ropes. He attempts a big boot, but Freeman ducks the boot and wraps his arms around Bryant’s large waist. Freeman attempts a German Suplex of sorts, but is unable to lift the giant, and Bryant thrusts his back backwards, forcing Freeman off. Bryant turns but Freeman is quick to recover, throwing a couple of shots in the direction of Bryant. He attempts a whip, but Bryant reverses the move, only to fall victim to a standing dropkick, which generates a small pop from the crowd. Bryant stumbles a few steps backwards, and Freeman quickly leaps up. He runs towards Bryant, but the Model of Excellence grabs Freeman around the waist, planting a huge Belly to Belly Suplex. Freeman looks out of the match, and Bryant makes the cover:
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2… Kickout by Freeman.
The fans clap as Bryant gets to his feet, looking a little annoyed, as MASAKI watches on from the side, knowing that he must cheer Freeman on in this match in order to have any hope in retaining his title. Bryant lifts Freeman up, delivering a swift knee to the abdomen area, before forcing him into the turnbuckle. He begins to punch the New Yorker slowly but ferociously, showing him his large fists in the face in particular. Freeman’s getting a little beaten up, and it’s showing as red swollen areas form on his face. But Bryant then lets him stumble out of the corner, and he staggers his steps, before Flair flopping onto the canvas. The fans jeer loudly as Bryant poses in front of MASAKI, who remains seated. Bryant turns around, lifting Freeman to his feet. He turns Freeman around, hitting a Pumphandle Slam into a Uranage (otherwise known as the Model Slam). There’s a silence blown across the arena as Bryant makes another cover:
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Kickout by Freeman.
There’s another sigh of relief as Freeman gets his shoulder up. Bryant looks a little pissed off, but he shrugs it off, opting not to argue and instead go for the victory. Freeman is taken to his feet again and Bryant throws him around again like a cat toying with a mouse, throwing shots into Freeman’s kidneys. Freeman is again forced into the corner, and Bryant runs towards him, only for Freeman to elbow him in the head and escape. Whilst Bryant is temporarily dazed, Freeman quickly rushes at the ropes, bouncing off with fury and planting Bryant with a huge leg lariat. Bryant though still doesn’t fall, something he’s not done for the whole of this match. However a swift knee to the gut, followed by a Double Underhook Backbreaker “somehow” manages to do the trick, with some force. But despite putting all he has into the move, Freeman hasn’t done enough, as Bryant manages to rise to his feet before him. Freeman shakes his head in disbelief, as he grapples Bryant again. Bryant again uses his force, whipping Freeman at the ropes, and this time planting the Big Boot to perfection, knocking Freeman flat on his face. Freeman sprawls around on the floor, but Bryant signals for the Photoshoot, lifting Freeman back to his feet.
He kicks Freeman in the gut, and forces him in between his legs. He then lifts Freeman onto his shoulders, but before he can plant the first Powerbomb, Freeman throws a punch to the head, and manages to leap back to the ground, landing on his feet. Bryant is a little dazed from the cheap shot, and this allows Freeman to hook Bryant around the neck and plant Bryant with the Glory Driver! The arena cheers loudly as Freeman makes the cover:
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Announcer: Your winner…in a time of 6.45, Jason Freeman!
The fans go nuts as Freeman gets to his feet, elated with victory. This win now means Bryant cannot win the Puro title, and also means the final match will determine the winner once and for all...
Fade to Commercial
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:46:08 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW Entertainment Title: Round Robin Tournament - Final RoundMASAKI vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: MASAKI) We come back to the break for this third match, and an exciting prospect looks ahead as Jason Freeman and the Puro Champion, MASAKI, enters the ring, ready for action. Chris Bryant sits on the outside for the first time this night, pretty content with a win and a loss, but knowing that he can no longer win the gold. Freeman is tired from his previous fight, but looks confident enough to be able to win this match, despite this being in MASAKI’s home country, as the Japanese announcer enters the ring once again.Announcer: (again first announcing in Japanese, then English) the following match is the last match in the Puro tournament, and has a 15-minute time limit! To my left, from New York, weighing at 230 lbs…Jason Freeman! And to my right, from Yokohama, weighing at 228 lbs…the Puro champion, MASAKI! MASAKI gets a huge pop as he shows his appreciation to the crowd. The announcer leaves, and the referee does his final checkups before getting this match underway.Bell rings. MASAKI darts out his corner, but pauses about a metre away from Freeman, stepping back slightly. The fans get behind MASAKI, putting Freeman under a lot of pressure as MASAKI goes back to his corner. The Puro Champion then rushes forwards and this time locks up with Freeman at the arms, and MASAKI shoves Freeman off effortlessly, making a grab at his leg, but Freeman does a little jig backwards, avoiding the contact. MASAKI quickly gets back to his feet, watching Freeman through his mask, smirking. But Freeman has grasped his confidence back, and begins to launch the offensive on the champion, despite knowing he can take the match to 15 minutes and win the title on points. Regardless, the two lock up properly in the centre of the ring. MASAKI breaks the hold but Freeman is the one to strike first, with a cunning Irish Whip to the ropes. MASAKI rebounds back and Freeman grabs MASAKI around the neck, forcing him into a side headlock. MASAKI fights back, delivering elbow after elbow to the ribcage, and Freeman’s health, which has vastly deteriorated after being manhandled by Bryant, 9is forced to release the hold. He looks up, and MASAKI whacks him with a Roundhouse kick out of nowhere. The sound of his boot hitting Freeman’s chest is music to many fans’ ears, and Freeman falls to an almighty pop, and a pinfall attempt, of which he kicks out of after two. MASAKI gets off of Freeman, and allows the youngster to rise to his feet. Freeman dusts himself off and we come for round two in a way, as they lock up again. MASAKI this time breaks the hold and manages to take control, throwing a couple of forearms in the direction of Freeman. But before he can go off on a tangent, Freeman blocks an arm, spinning MASAKI around 180 degrees, and following that up with a quick facebuster. MASAKI smacks the mat and the impact causes him to bounce over and onto his back. Taking advantage from this, Freeman quickly leaps off the ropes in an attempt to hit his trademark Springboard to Head Stomp, but MASAKI rolls out the way. Fortunately for Freeman, he lands on his feet, and MASAKI is just in the right position for a standing Moonsault, which connects. But MASAKI manages to get his shoulder up before three, resulting in a brief sigh of relief from the crowd. Freeman gets off MASAKI, and allows the Puro Champion to get to his feet. But Freeman doesn’t allow MASAKI a chance to catch his breathe, quickly catching him with a closed fist punch. The fans jeer, and Freeman looks frustrated, as he forces MASAKI into the corner. Freeman then whips MASAKI to the opposite turnbuckle, but MASAKI reverses it. Freeman hits the turnbuckle, bouncing back, and MASAKI rolls him up: 1……2…kickout by Freeman. MASAKI quickly grabs Freeman and hoists him up, and begins to forearm smash him again. The pace of the match is speeding up again and the fans approve of this profoundly as MASAKI forces Freeman into the corner, hitting several forearms and elbows. But once again he fails to get anywhere near his intended amount, as Freeman blocks an elbow, and knees MASAKI in the midsection. He follows this up with a hooking of the neck, and a vertical suplex follows, with a huge impact as MASAKI crashes to the floor. Bryant takes extra notice as Freeman slowly gets to his feet, and MASAKI follows a few seconds later. Freeman takes a step back, as MASAKI rises to one foot, and jabs him in the face. MASAKI stumbles but remains on one foot. Freeman strikes a second jab, and MASAKI stumbles again, but stays on one foot. Freeman tries a third, but MASAKI manages to duck the fist, bundling forwards and catching Freeman around the neck, hitting a swift Snap Suplex. The fans go barmy as MASAKI leaps to his feet with a kipup, and waits for Freeman to get to his feet before striking him with the elbow and forearm smashes. The crowd’s cheers get louder and louder and louder as MASAKI hits these elbows more rapidly and such force that Freeman flies backwards at the ropes, and returns to a barrage of flying forearms. MASAKI eventually slows down and stops, and the official count nears towards 40 whacks that Freeman has suffered. And adding to the beating he received just before from Bryant, Freeman really is beaten up quite badly, as MASAKI looks to end the match. He allows Freeman to stumble out of the corner, before striking him with the MASA-Guri, a step-up Enziguri. Freeman is pretty much gone. The light’s are on, but nobody’s home and his pupils – nay – any colour that would usually appear on his eyes are just non-existent. This gives MASAKI the initiative to climb to the top rope, where he attempts to go for the Moonsault Leg Drop…He leaps off of the turnbuckle, spinning in the air, and crashes to the grounded, with Freeman not under his legs like he intended, and instead feeling a nasty pain up through his coccyx. Freeman sluggishly crawls to the ropes as the referee makes his count, and manages to drag himself to his feet. MASAKI is still on the floor in a poor condition, as Bryant appears to stand up and leave view of the camera. But Freeman lifts MASAKI up, and throws him at the ropes. But while this happens, Bambi, the girlfriend of Bryant, oddly leaps onto the ring apron, distracting the referees. And as MASAKI returns, he hits a whip to Freeman, followed by a nifty drop toe hold. Freeman falls to the ropes… CRACK!…And Chris Bryant swings the ring bell right into the direction of Freeman, as he falls to the ropes! Freeman slumps backwards, and the Japanese crowd are confused at what to think as MASAKI hastily drags him into the centre of the ring, making the cover, and grabbing the 1-2-3. Announcer: Here is your winner of the match, in a time of 8.36, MASAKI! And due to the circumstances that all three men got both a win and a defeat, the winner by default, and still Puro Champion…MASAKI! The fans look confused, but still cheer regardless as MASAKI holds up the Puro title. He doesn't look pleased with his "victory", but still, a win is a win as he exits the ring and leaves to a standing ovation. Bryant meanwhile looks on, smirking as he continues holding that steel chair, perhaps symbolizing that this feud isn't quite over...
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:47:02 GMT -5
Segment: Someone Never Got Any (Credit: Jake Cheng / Hunter for creative input)
The door blocks the way from getting the picture, but from the sounds you can get a pretty good idea on what it going on inside. A hand reaches for the doorknob and turns it. Before he opens the door he decides to give the people inside a warning.
Stan: All right you two, the doors opening.
Stan opens the door and Jake is lying in his bed and a girl wearing a bathrobe walks out of the room. Another beautiful girl wearing a bathrobe enters the room.
Jake: Come in Number 51, your time is up.
Stan: ...51? Jake, there aren’t even 10 girls in here.
Jake: It was a Floyd song. Though they changed it to the more popularly titled "Careful With That Axe, Eugene."
Stan: You’re such a loser.
Jake: I’m a loser? Who’s the one with all the girls?
Stan: You think I’m guarding the door? You’re the one getting sloppy seconds.
Jake looks over at the still-robed girl lying next to him and she nods in agreement with Stan.
Jake: Just shut the door.
Stan: Fine.
Stan goes to shut the door, but another hand stops him.
Stan: Oh shit!
The hand moves and pushes Stan out of the way, and Stan crashes to the ground. A couple of the girls yell as the man enters the room.
Brimstone: I want you to know one thing: this is far from over.
Jake: It was over when the bell rang!
Brimstone darts at Jake and grabs him by the throat and puts him against the wall. Jake holds a pillow down to save the censors some work. Even though ACW doesn’t have censors because they don't fear losing investors. The girls scream more and the one in the room yells and runs out. Brimstone looks around and drops Jake to the ground, gasping for breath. He leaves the room as Jake coughs. Stan walks in.
Stan: What a dick. I guess someone never got laid...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:48:00 GMT -5
Segment: The long, dark lock-in of the soul
With the PPV now headed toward the main event, the crowd is rallying itself for the big headliner match of the evening; drinks are being refreshed and those final essential trips to the “facilities” made. Of course, the vast majority of viewers are watching from the comfort of their homes or those of their friends, and have no such scheduling dilemmas; across the world the dedicated are glued to a tv, whether it’s morning, afternoon, evening or the early hours of the morning.
The timing of events in North America tends to make night-owls of everyone in Europe sooner or later, and it’s a habit the wrestling fan with a taste for live PPV action soon acquires. And with ACW’S judicious decision to run PPVs on a Saturday, for a certain contingent of fans it offers the chance to combine two of their preferred leisure activities; illicit after-hours drinking, and top wrestling action.
It would only be fair to say that “illicit” describes 95% of what goes on at the Innsmouth Arms on a bog-standard Saturday night, but nevertheless there are plenty of people holding up the bar at one of London’s lesser known establishments. Hidden beneath the streets, it stands as a half-crumbling watering hole on a secret dockside next to the buried Fleet river, and the clientele aren’t exactly the sort a normal person would want to meet on a dark night at any hour. They’re also among the last people you’d expect to find watching professional wrestling if you weren’t acquainted with them, but indeed it is so.
Not that there haven’t been a few problems along the way; the landlord, Big Bazza, almost had a coronary at seeing a blackboard proudly displaying the word “Vagina” outside his pub. After some delicate negotiations (and a less than delicate fist fight or two) the abbreviated acronym was agreed upon, and hence attendance this evening is strong. Bazza certainly isn’t complaining, as all the chinwagging and shouting that accompanies a good PPV makes his customers more thirsty than normal, and takings are distinctly healthy, justifying his decision to let the regulars stay on after traditional Last Orders.
At his seat at one end of the bar, a muscular but not overly-built man finishes his pint; he makes a slight gesture to one of the barmaids, who comes over with a flirtatious smile.
Barmaid: Another one, Ron?
Ron tips his glass toward her.
Ron: Just a half, darlin’. If the missus catches me two sheets to the wind again, I’ll never hear the end of it.
The barmaid gets the message, shrugs, and goes to get the beer as sounds of shouting come from the far end of the Saloon bar. There is a crash or two, and then another man rounds the corner on mildly unsteady legs. He bears a resemblance to Ron, though he is shorter and stockier with brown eyes instead of blue. One of those eyes also looks like it will be nice and black in the morning.
??: I TOLD you, don’t fuck with me, son, but do they ever lissen? My arse. Bleedin’ nobjobs, these kids.
Ron: So what’s new? I don’t know why you bother with ‘em, Reg. You want a pint?
Reg shakes his head, and holds up a bottle in a meaty hand. Ron has to look at it twice to be sure of what he sees.
Ron: ……..Mineral water? You gone soft or something?
Reg gives his brother an offended look.
Reg: I’m being –hic!- a responsible drinker. Like wot all them adverts says. Ain’t that right, Tracy?
The barmaid from earlier gives him a wink and a smile, ignoring the fact that Reg has already got thought eight pints and a couple of double vodkas earlier in the evening. Ron can already guess that Reg is well on his way to getting his leg over later on, and smiles a little himself. It reminds him of his own mis-spent youth, but those days are gone; his wandering attentions almost cost him his marriage a couple of times, and he no longer feels the need to roger other birds as he once did. He’s a one woman, man, now…
The tv starts showing a preview for Chance vs. Yoko. Reg squints at it, and appraises the matchup with precision before summing up his view in a concise statement.
Reg:….I could ‘ave him, that Tiger Vii geezer. ‘E’s only got one eye, I’d get behind him and BOOSH! Job done.
Ron: What about Miss Satoshi, then?
Reg: Nah mate, wouldn’t even go there. I don’t hit women unless it’s self defence or they really piss me off, even if they’re lezzas.
Ron hears the devil on his shoulder whisper in his ear. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Dave the Sharp, a loan shark who (bizarrely enough) owes Ron cash and keeps “forgetting” to bring it with him.
Ron: How noble of you. Anyway, popular opinion says she’d kick your arse, we saw a couple of her matches when we were over there, remember?
Reg turns a bright shade of scarlet and then carefully, almost delicately, puts his water bottle down.
Reg: Says who, bruv?
Ron has only to nod in Dave’s direction, and Reg is off like a Doberman chasing a guy with steak stapled to his gonads. Furniture starts flying around as Reg asserts his manliness in typically brutal style. With most of the bar distracted, Ron is able to move to a prime spot with the best view of the telly, and settles contentedly to enjoy the main event. He thinks to himself that perhaps they’ll take a trip over to the states some time in the new year and catch up with old friends.
He glances at Reg, who is thoroughly enjoying himself, and laughs softly. He’s smart enough to keep the truth – that Yoko Satoshi could almost certainly run rings around his fiery brother – to himself. And since he’s noted quite a few similarities between the Seventh Tiger and his kin’s fighting style, he knows where he’d put his money if he were a betting man. Of course, he’s usually crap at predicting match results…
Pint of Shoggoth’s in hand, Ron puts his feet up on a spare stool, and relaxes in his natural environment, content to let his slightly twisted world go by.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:53:26 GMT -5
Segment: The English Are Coming! (Credit: Scott Andrews)
It’s getting late and Scott and Jessie have decided to come back to the Senatorial Locker room to wind down from a very exciting night. Scott goes to the fridge as Jessie flops onto the couch and grabs a magazine for a quick browse.
Scott opens the fridge door.
Scott: You want anything?
Jessie: Uh, I’ll have a Cola thanks, hun.
Scott grabs two cola’s and gives Jessie one of them before making his way into the changing area. He sets his opened cola can on a fold out chair and drapes his blazer over the back piece of it. He looks up to grab one of his t-shirts from the locker, but a piece of paper on the wall, held firmly by a small knife, grabs his attention; as it should. He cautiously moves towards it, checking behind him and looking around for any suspicious activity. Once satisfied Scott pulls the knife out of the wall and with a slightly unsteady hand he peels the thin black tape away to open the letter.
”Scott, I know you’re reading this. I just want you to know that I haven’t forgotten about you, and neither have the three men I’ve hired to kill you. Everyman has his price, and it seems that ten thousand is enough for one man to kill another. It seems the assassin is now the target. It’s not very humane is it, Scott? But then again nothing really is anymore. I’ll see you soon...in a body bag most likely.
Yours, Ivan Carter.”
Scott drops the knife and it makes a clearly audible clank against the floor. Scott picks it up and tosses it in his locker as Jessie walks in.
Jessie: What was that noise?
Scott: Oh that? I dropped my, uh, my coathanger…
Jessie: Oh…ok…What’s the note?
Scott realises he is still holding the note in his sweaty hand.
Scott: Oh this? It’s nothing…
Jessie: If it’s nothing then you’ll have no problem with me reading it then will you?
Jessie snatches the letter before Scott can react. He puts his hands on his head and sighs as Jessie reads the threat note. Her hand covers her mouth as she realises the mess Scott is in.
Jessie: What is this? Why do they want to kill you?! What’s going on, Scott?!
Jessie, in a state of both fear and shock, begins to shed tears as Scott harnesses her in his arms before taking her to the lounge area and sitting her down.
Scott: Look, there’s no easy way to explain this, and I’ve never been about beating around the bush, so here goes…I got myself in this mess after my match with Kudo Yasuda. I went to this dodgy law firm downtown where I knew I could get a false document made to try and persuade Kudo that his rematch was off, but he had to hit me first, and he did that. But afterwards Ginger found out and as you know the rematch is on at Winters Discontent. The head of the firm, Ivan Carter, is a very dangerous man. Thing is, Ginger was forcing me to reveal who supplied them to me; I had to tell him, my job was on the line, only problem is now my life is on the line…A ten thousand dollar bounty to be precise. How could things go so wrong…? I’m freakin’ Scott Andrews, dammit! FUCK!...We’re gonna have to lay low…very low. I didn’t want to tell you because I wanted to protect you. I didn’t want you to be scared.
Jessie: Scott, you of all people should know what I’m scared of. I admit, one of my worst fears would be to lose you, but to add to that, I would feel worse if I knew I could have helped prevent it from happening. Scott, now that I know they’re after you I can help you out.
Scott: No. See this is what I knew would happen…*Sigh*…I don’t want you to get involved in this. You don’t know what Ivan is capable of. He’s a very powerful man. Trust me, stay out of this mess. I’ll pack my things and head out somewhere secluded; somewhere they won’t expect to find me. I may be there for a while, just call me if I get booked for a match and I’ll be there. I don’t want to be anywhere near the arena when I’m not needed, it’s the most likely place they’ll try and hit. I don’t have much time. I’ll pack some shirts and pants and stuff, but I gotta go.
Scott gets up and rushes to the locker room.
Jessie: Don’t you think that’s a little drastic?
Scott: Nothing’s too drastic if it means I survive.
Jessie: Why don’t you just call the cops?
Scott: And tell them all about the illegal document? I don’t think so. Anyway, they’re already looking for Ivan. I just need to bide my time.
Scott shoves a few loose pieces of clothing and other items into a duffel bag and exits the locker room.
Scott: Bye…
He gives her a lengthy, loving kiss before turning and heading out the locker room door.
Jessie: …Bye…
The camera fades out.
END.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:54:06 GMT -5
Segment: Ourobouros (Credit: ??)
The setting is found in an empty locker room, ignored by the janitors long ago when some wrestler up and left. He was thorough when he uprooted, leaving no trace of who he was, no distinctiveness about it. For all that is known, he was a local boy, signed up for a couple matches and released from his far from ironclad contract. For now, who knows what once occurred within these walls, now the home of dust and grime. A quick pan of the room gives a better view of the true desperation of the room. Nails protrude around the doorway, indicating that it was boarded up from the outside. A small window just above the locker provides for the only light in this desolate wreck. A second look gives us our focus of the segment, naught but a narrow, robed, figure, wreathed in shadow, leaning against the barren walls. Out of the darkness where he resides comes a compelling voice, full of despair,
"The winds of change are blowing again. Like they do all too often these days the times have changed. Those he knew are gone, replaced by unfamiliar faces that will simply fade into memory like so many before them. People are replaceable, and all it takes is a moment of circumstance to erase someone forever, or to immortalize them into history. A simple twist of fate changes everything. But that is the way of the world, an ever-evolving, living world that cares not for whatever effort one may put into being known, or being remembered. For the times change without notice, and so easily forgotten is all the effort in just a momentary blink.
There are those who will tell you that one can and must work to be remembered, and work to remain. That one can perpetuate themselves as long as they hold their destiny in their own hands. That's just it though, isn't it? One doesn't hold control over his future, no matter how sure of it he may be. One may be the glorious leader, the great organizer and diplomat, without whom the congregation would be lost. He may be the eternal champion, who can do no wrong; so long as he is adored by all, he will endure. He may be the immortal enemy, without whom would be no conflict, no reason for the champion to exist, and so he will continue on. And here we find ourselves at another impasse, for the enemy needs the champion, and the champion needs the enemy to continue on, to exist. But then, so long as they have each other, to do battle with until the end of time, they shall be remembered, right?"
The figure chuckles at his latest quip and shifts himself from the wall, and begins to walk around the fallow locker room, staying well within the shadows. When he resumes his soliloquy, the figure sounds a bit more forceful, more angry.
"Until the champion grows too weak, or the enemy falls ill. A freak accident can jeopardize their existence, in memory, or in reality. But the powers that be have a solution, a way to perpetuate their champion, even if they need revive the enemy. For they are only roles that need exist, roles that can be filled by anyone at any time, and those who thought they were safe atop the pyramid find themselves downtrodden and forgotten, and all it takes is an inescapable inevitability, a karmic jaunt to end it all for one of the unlucky ones, and his role will be filled. To perpetuate on in the same fashion he did while he fades away, tossed aside. Thus is the way of the world.
What happens though, when one who has faded refuses to be forgotten? When one decides it is not yet his time, and his luck has yet not run out. How would he accomplish it, a return from the Aether, to claw one's way out of purgatory seems just past impossible for one so accepting of his fate. To tell the truth, no one really knows how or why it happens, when one is able to escape death or cheat fate. It may just be another item of circumstance, a lucky break that one may catch on the way to the bottom. It is here that he grabs hold of the stairway home, wherever that may be. So easily can one be forgotten that, though tremendously more uncommon, it can be just as easy to bounce back as it is to evanesce into oblivion."
The voice calls down once more and stops in his tracks, seemingly just before the shadow's edge, still enveloped in roiling darkness.
"Such is my story, an epic of mercurial ups and downs. I was once one of you, proud and happy, pouring my heart and soul into just being recognized. But that's just how it is right? In this cutthroat business, the weak will fall and the fit will survive. Haven't you been listening to a word I've been saying!? I wasn't weak, but Lady Karma walked herself into my life and took it all away! She pulled me from my ascent down to the depths where she hoped I'd never return. Well I guess that Lady Karma is just shit out of luck, because I'm back. Not due to some tough determination or hard fought battle on my part, but just a twist of fate, a lucky break is why I stand here today. So you're probably listening to this nutjob and wondering, 'Who the hell is this guy and why should I give a damn?' I can give you just one good readon to listen, and the rest of these malefactors should pay watch just where they step."
On the word 'step' the dark figure moves from the shadow to reveal himself. Moving slowly to emphasize just how he becomes known, the figure takes an exaggerated step forward, revealing a deep red robe. As he comes into full view, he unfolds his arms and opens them into a welcome position. The figure's face comes into full view and four more words exit his mouth before fading to black.
"I'm Vlad fucking Rasputin."
Fade.
OOC: I doubt anyone needs me to state the obvious, however for the sake of completeness this segment is credited to Vlad.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:54:45 GMT -5
Match 9: ACW World Title MatchChance “Tiger Vii” Emmerson vs. Yoko Satoshi (Credit: Starkweather)As the show nears its climax, the crowd is readying itself for what is sure to be an extremely powerful contest, which won’t necessarily make comfortable viewing. At their replaced announce desk, Edison and McNally are discussing the upcoming match.Edison: Here we are, McNally, the war of the boring entrance themes, the meeting of oriental styles, the very real chance of someone walking away from this one with a bruise or something, the ACW championship match! “The Flower of Carnage” sounded over the speakers as the fans came to their feet, the smooth Japanese music coming out of the speakers drowned out by their combined noise for a few moments until Yoko Satoshi took the stage. She wore the ACW Title around her waist but seemed to have left her half-dozen other titles in the back, and she seemed unusually focused. McNally: Yoko Satoshi missing a bit of that swagger, a bit of that smirk that she typically exhibits from her accomplishments and accolades’ effect on her ego, perhaps she’s more aware of her situation with Chance Emmerson than people give her credit for. Phillip Jones: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the ACW Championship Title!… Introducing first, from Okinawa Japan, she weighed in this morning at one hundred and four pounds, she is the ACW Champion, Yoko… Sa-tooooooo-shiiiii! She stepped up the ramp, wearing her typical schoolgirl uniform with the title draped over her shoulder, and she stepped over the middle rope to heft it over her head to the appreciative audience. She turned to the other side of the ring and did the same before slipping it over her shoulder once more and going to the far corner to await her opponent. McNally: Satoshi is a fighting champion, no doubt, a multiple-time champion, but one has to wonder if she’s worried about this title defense. Chance Emmerson outdoes her in size, weight and experience, and his formal training in Muay Thai has left him with something approaching a knockout-shot ability with his harder knee strikes and kicks. Yoko Satoshi was on the business end of a particularly vicious knee to the face earlier this year at Chance’s hands, and the effects of that may still be felt in this match before it’s all said and done. “This Velvet Glove” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers sounded over the speakers as her opponent made his entrance, the reaction to his music somewhat more subdued but still accommodating for his status, he coming up onto the stage wearing a pair of black tights with orange stripes crisscrossing them, quite a reverse of his typical garb. He paused at the top of the ramp before continuing down, working the tension out of his shoulders. Phillip Jones: And her opponent! From Tokyo, Japan, he weighed in this morning at two hundred and ninety-two pounds… Chance “Tiger Seven” Emersooooon! McNally: Also from Japan, Chance Emmerson is quite a legend there with his wrestling record and martial arts background. But, with the absence of his manager and the two Fallout divas that have been taken out of action by nefarious mean, he’s pretty much without a guiding touch to tell him how to act in the ring. Edison: You’d think the missing eye would mess with his depth perception or something. He walked with a purpose down to the ring, staring Yoko down the whole way, and he slid in under the bottom rope and paced the ropes opposite her without even acknowledging the fans. The referee, Raymond Allen Fleming, took Yoko’s title from her and held it up for the crowd to see before handing it off to the timekeeper and calling for the bell. As soon as it sounded Chance charged into her corner, Yoko barely rolling out of the way to avoid a huge Tiger Knee that would very likely have beheaded her if it had connected. She took off into the ropes and as he turned around she went for a Flying Headscissors but he didn’t budge, landing her unsteadily on her feet and lifting her up for an attempt at a Military Press. He tossed her but she landed on her feet once more, somersaulting on the ground into the ropes once more and catching him off-guard with a Basement Dropkick. She tried to follow that up with a jumping Clothesline but missed high as Chance somersaulted on his shoulder himself, he whirling around to catch her as she came in once more and depositing her but good with a deep Snapmare. He kicked her square in the spine with a shot that nearly rocked her head off the mat, kicking her once more before she was able to roll away and try and get her spine aligned once again. He stalked after her but she escaped out of the ring before he could continue his series of moves, she looking a little flustered at the turn of events. He rolled out of the ring after her and she escaped back into the ring again, and as he pursued her he turned and gave him a crisp stomp to the noggin that sent him reeling for a second or two, long enough time for her to regain her composure and size him up with a Swinging Neckbreaker. She followed it up with a quick Snap Legdrop that segwayed into an attempt at the Kriss-Kross but as she came off the ropes, Chance caught her smaller frame in a big Bear Hug. He locked it in hard and she fought to try and escape it, eventually going for the eye and making him drop her.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:55:15 GMT -5
McNally: Chance Emmerson is a man possessed at this point, the absence of his manager has really put a fire under him, and he really doesn’t seem to have an “off” switch due to his inability to make up his own mind. So Yoko’s been taking the smart approach and trying to wear him down, but this match is going to be awfully short if he keeps connecting with those moves of his. She has very little padding against moves as powerful as Chance is capable of performing.
Edison: You find me “padding” anywhere on Yoko Satoshi and I’ll give you a medal.
She had very few options while dealing with someone as large and heavy as he, so she tried to work over his knee by kicking it twice. He returned the favor and she crumpled under the impact, but his second attempt was met by a Dragon Screw as a reversal. She tried for some kind of knee-based submission but his free foot caught her heard in the jaw, he scrabbling up to his feet and taking off after her, taking up a Muay Thai fighting posture and waiting for her to turn around before he kneed her in the stomach and brought her down to the mat with a hard elbow to the back of the head. She rolled away from the jumping knee stomp attempt but he kneed her again in the side as she attempted to rise to her feet, he attempting the Black Stripes but Yoko slipping out the back of it to try a Schoolgirl pin for a bare two count. He kicked out forcefully and regained his feet just as fast, Yoko unable to properly defend against his charging her back-first into the corner before throwing elbows and knees in a bid to KO her, the referee counting to four before Chance rocked her back with a capturing knee that sent her to the canvas with her back to the bottom turnbuckle. Chance took the opportunity to bring a foot across her face twice with the Facewash, running across the ring to complete the maneuver with the running variation… But Yoko rolled down and out of the ring as he tried, and his leg got caught up between the middle and bottom rope just long enough for Yoko to grab it. She scaled the apron and held on to his leg, leaning back using his extremity for balance before twisting off of the apron while giving what seemed to be a rope-assisted Dragon Screw!
He landed awkwardly with leg torqued around the top rope, he taking a moment to extricate himself from his predicament while Yoko went to the apron again to attempt a springboard Cross Body. He caught her with little difficulty, apparently having a better ring presence than she gave him credit for, but he hobbled a bit on his injured leg and wasn’t quite able to perform the Backbreaker as well as he should have. Because of that Yoko seemed to pop to her feet after taking the move and catch him square in the mush with an almost Gamengiri-style kick (which was probably a botched attempt at a Heel Kick that went south due to her being too close to the ropes). Regardless, he toppled backward, stunned, while she did the same while holding her side. She was the first up from that exchange, taking a moment to breath before she went for another offensive.
Edison: Both of ‘em are doing really good right now, I didn’t expect Yoko to go after Chance’s knees like that!
She turned to the audience and made a fist, looking to wind up to give Chance a Violet Urges punch. He elbowed it out of the way unexpectedly as he stood, overpowering her and unceremoniously dumping her over his shoulder with Back Body Drop. He turned to sprint at her with an attempted knee strike directly to the face but she ducked out of the way, she ending up standing with her back to him. He wrapped his big arms around her waist and tried to haul her up but her scrabbling arms grabbed the referee by the collar, and as she tried to tell him that Chance was doing something the Jaded Memories “accidental” low blow kick went back… And was caught. Yoko looked amazed that his hands had wrapped around her calf, she even taking a moment to balance on her free foot and look back at him, the referee looking rather confused as well. She tilted around to face him with her leg still caught, she too far away to attempt an Enzuigiri… But Chance pulled her in by her leg and dropped her stiffly onto her back with a Hooking Lariat that bounced her head off the mat.
He covered her for a long two count, she kicking out and finding it somewhere within herself to roll to her feet and attempt a lock-up with Chance that ended in her ducking a chop and kicking him in the gut, jumping up and bringing him over with a quick Rana. She came slowly back up, seeming to feed off of the crowd’s growing electricity, she waiting for the right time to start across the ring and catch Emmerson full in the cheekbone with her knee with the Pop From Okinawa. Unusual tactics for unusual circumstances, it seemed. She didn’t bother to try for the pin, instead keeping her offensive series going by following up with scaling the rope and waiting for Emmerson to rise before sailing off with the Yokocanrana. It ended up with her sitting on his chest for a long two, he temporarily off of his game with the series of moves but kicking out out of instinct. He rolled to his side, regaining his breath as Yoko smoothed out her skirt and did the same, the crowd coming to their feet as they both faced one another again mid-ring. Yoko ducked a head-kick attempt, Chance blocked a kick attempt and lifted her early off of her feet by pulling her I and kneeing her in the sternum before lifting her up onto his shoulder and dropping her hard with a Shoulder Breaker.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:57:49 GMT -5
McNally: A true David and Goliath match in this, they both seem to have superb conditioning form their respective experience or simply force of will, but with every three shots Satoshi takes at Emmerson he answers back with a single move that outdoes all three of them as far as impact and damage are concerned.
He went to the top rope himself as the crowd came to their feet for the unusual occurrence, he taking a bit too long and Yoko making it unsteadily to her feet to find another second wind… Maybe third, fourth, who’s counting?… To run up and spring to the second rope to stop him. He wouldn’t be thwarted, elbowing her several times and then actually resorting to head butting her, forehead to forehead, until she lost her balance and fell sideways to the mat. He stalled for a few seconds, trying to uncross his eye from the head-to-head action, before planting both feet on the top rope and attempting a Flying Splash, but… No one was home, no water in the pool as he came down! Yoko rolled away and he landed hard on his face, he bouncing to his knees and holding his chest. He tried to get up but only got halfway there, not seeing Yoko coming… The Flying Guillotine landing his face into the canvas once more!
1!
2!
Th-NO!
McNally: When’s the last time you saw someone kick out of that move, Edison?
Yoko looked shocked from the sudden kickout by Tiger VII, she looking a bit frustrated and trying to hit the Flying Guillotine once more, but as she came off the ropes Chance stood up, catching her with a Strike VII! He hauled her to her feet forcefully, pointedly using her hair as leverage, before locking in the VII Dreams submission. He started swinging her round and round and suddenly turning on his heel to drop her flush on her head with a modified side Suplex, she folding up and he making the count as the crowd came to their feet…
1!
2!
Th-NO!!
Yoko kicked out! Chance looked legitimately shocked, immediately turning and arguing the count with the referee, he obviously thinking that that was more than enough to have put the schoolgirl away. He pulled her to her feet and deposited her on the top rope, this time looking to put her away for good with a top-rope Tiger’s Heaven Powerbomb! He scaled to the top rope and lifted her up, trying to position her correctly before turning to drive her to the mat… But she reversed, she giving him a flying Rana and he sailing halfway across the ring to land on his back, Yoko landing hard as the crowd came to its feet with applause for the move and counter-move!
The referee started to count, he making it clear to seven before they stirred, and he nearly reached the count of ten before Yoko had made it to her feet once more. She leaned against the turnbuckle, breathing quickly, sizing Chance up for a shot she desperately hoped would tip the scales and let her walk away as the winner. She ran in to try for the YKO but Chance had the move scouted, he using a deep reserve of energy to power her small frame up and then start across the ring, aiming to throw her out of it with the Tiger’s Heaven Bomb! Just as he got to the ropes Yoko used his own inertia against him to Rana him over the rope, but they both went over and slammed into the thin mats to the outside, the crowd’s “This is awesome! *clap clap clapclapclap*” chant getting louder still as they went.
The two combatants regained their feet, Yoko again doing it a bit more quickly than Chance, but her attempt to come off the apron at him was cut short even before she could fully get up onto it. He kicked her hard in the shoulder, getting up onto the apron with her as the ref told them both to bring it back into the ring, but Chance would have no part of it, he lifting her up with a Double Choke and dropping her off the apron with a Double Chokeslam to the mats! The crowd’s “OH!” was loud enough to deafen, and the “Holy shit!” chants were underway as he picked her bodily up and rolled her into the ring to make the pin…
1!
2!
3-NO!
McNally: Yoko somehow managed to kick out! It may very well have just been reflexes but Emmerson is absolutely livid!
Chance turned to the ref, tiredly arguing the three before punching the mat and going to the corner to wait for her to slowly stagger back to a vertical base before charging in, delivering a high-speed knockout shot to the temple with a raised knee, delivering the Tiger Knee with a marksman’s precision! He quickly went for the cover, even going so far as to hook a deep leg…
1!
2!
…3-NO!!
Even the crowd was chanting “Three!” as the hand came down, and the roof tore off the arena as Yoko, in some way, inhumanly found the fortitude in her to kick out! Even the ref seemed to be genuinely surprised that she had kicked out, Chance simply sitting up and rubbing the sweat off of his forehead, almost serenely trying to figure out what exactly it would take to win the world championship. He turned to one knee and stood once more, looking to the crowd and slapping his knee once more before returning to the corner and beckoning for her to get up to her feet once more. It took her a good while but she did, and as he charged in for the Tiger Knee once more , she enarly seeming to buckle under her own weight but avoiding the flying attack, he stumbling into the ropes and turning around, seeing her prone once more, but, as he turned her over he got a stinging cloud of bright blue vapors in his face from Yoko’s special Japanese mist gland that all of her people seemed to have!
He stumbled back into the ropes, blinded, and Yoko reached deep down to find enough energy to scale the closest middle turnbuckle and as he turned around she came off the top rope with a flying Bunny Knee of her own, this time it caught him flush in the mouth and he went down like a two cent pair of socks. She popped back to her feet, hobbling over to the ropes once more, and… Looking to the crowd before smiling faintly and taking off… With a Shooting Star Press!
Edison: Holy cripes! What the hell was that?!
McNally: That was From Brooklyn to London! BK London’s signature variation on the Shooting Star Press! I didn’t even think Yoko could do one of those, much less in such an exhausted state! She must have picked it up from him during their matches last month!
1!
2!
Thr-NO!
Chance kicked out too!
McNally: They’re almost at an en passe! One can’t seem to find a single final way to keep the other one down for the three count, and the other can’t seem to find a way to keep from being continually punished by their opponent!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:59:10 GMT -5
Just as the audience finally seemed to die down a little, they stood up once more as two figures walked out onto the stage from the entryway. The two wrestlers didn’t notice them at first, Chance charging Yoko into the corner and picking her up, sitting her on the top to try and finally win the title… The duo of people wearing a somewhat matching pair of burlap and stitching masks that concealed their features. The larger, more solid-looking one removed his mask as Chance head butted Satoshi to stun her, he finally noticing the duo standing on the big metal stage and turning, resting his arms tiredly on his hips. The one to reveal himself was none other than International Champion Alexander Starkweather, and the very clearly perplexed Chance simply mouthed “What do you want?”
Suddenly, without much warning at all, Starkweather attacked the person who stood in front of him! He clobbered them with an overhead shot that dropped them hard to the hard metal ramp, he stepping on their legs and hooking them… He grabbing the slim figure by the arms and lifting them up before placing a boot to the back of their head and planting them very stiffly face-first onto the ramp with a Curbstomp!
Chance was simply looking more and more confused as time went by, and just as he turned to finish the job… Starkweather removed the hood-like mask from the unconscious victim.
Umeko Saito.
Bleeding. Obviously unconscious from the heinous attack only seconds before. That certainly grabbed Chance’s attention. He wasted no time at all in attempting to escape the ring to get to her, but just as he ducked under the top rope to get out of the ring Yoko found her moment to strike… Coming off the top rope and driving her leg into the back of Chance’s head, driving his face into the apron from his rope-hung position with an insane Flying Guillotine! He went limp, Yoko holding onto the bottom rope and rolling into the ring, having a bit of trouble getting Chance’s reeling self into the ring once more, she pretty much just laying on his chest…
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2...
…3!
Philip: Here is your winner, and STILL ACW World Champion… Yoko Satoshi!
The bell rang but the crowd was quite simply too shocked to see that it had been Starkweather all along, that Chance had waged a war on Yoko Satoshi by mistake and he’d seemingly masterminded it all… But, before anyone could ask Stark he slipped the Scarecrow mask back on over his head after smiling widely, retreating back into the arena.
Yoko rolled to the side as Chance rolled unceremoniously out of the ring, he shaking his head after a few seconds and weakly returning to his feet, his sheer force of will forcing him toward his manager and all-around female companion, even with a rather badly bleeding forehead. He made it to her side and rolled her over, the emotions displayed on his face nearly impossible to decipher.
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