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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:15:55 GMT -5
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McNally: My god, these are the types of matches that make you thankful for instant replay.
Edison: I’m telling ya, when I watch a replay of this match, I’m gonna wear out the pause button on my remote control worse than when I watched the interrogation scene in Basic Instinct.
Scott raises Kudo to his feet and unleashes a series of vicious knife-edge chops. The sound of Scott’s hand colliding with Kudo’s bare chest resounds crisply throughout the arena, causing the crowd to unleash sharp cries of “OOOOOH!” Once Scott backs Kudo up against the ropes, he whips Kudo to the opposite side. When Kudo comes bouncing back, he grabs hold of Scott’s wrists and kicks out his legs so that he zips right between Scott’s legs. As Kudo slides under Scott, he pulls Scott’s arms along with him. Kudo’s momentum causes Scott to flip forward and crash down to the mat on his back. Still holding onto Scott’s wrists, Kudo rolls backward with his legs extended, hoping to land on top of Scott in a moonsault-type move, but Scott tucks in his legs and meets Kudo by pushing him off with both feet. Kudo lands on his feet and pulls Scott up with him. Scott then rolls his left wrist outward to grab Kudo’s wrist instead while quickly pulling back his other arm to release it from Kudo’s grip. Scott then runs up to the top rope and leaps back to catch Kudo in The Diversion! Scott gets back up and comes crashing down on top of Kudo with a shining elbow. Scott again hops up to his feet and plants another shining elbow. Then Scott gets up again giving his “shooting taunt” to receive a huge pop from the audience before coming back down on top of Kudo with another shining elbow attempt. This time, the split second Scott took to showboat costs him as Kudo rolls out of the way!
McNally: Scott indulging himself a little too much. A mere split second is too much to spare against a dynamo like Kudo Yasuda.
While Scott pulls himself back up, Kudo runs to the ropes and rebounds to land a rolling koppou kick. This knocks Scott down, but he doesn’t stay on his back for long. Kudo anticipates this and executes a handspring so that his legs hit the top rope. The recoil sends Kudo’s legs bouncing back so that he lands on his feet. As soon as Kudo’s feet touch the mat, he immediately leaps backward to greet the staggering Scott with a Flashback Elbow! Kudo with the cover.
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Kudo raises Scott to his feet and immediately snaps on a front facelock. While backing Scott up against the ropes, Kudo throws a few knee strikes into Scott’s ribs. Kudo then whips Scott to the opposite ropes. As Scott runs toward the ropes, Kudo tailgates him for a while so that he stands in the center of the ring. Scott bounces back and dives forward while twisting his body sideways so that he flies past the left side of Kudo’s body. While in the air, Scott reaches around Kudo and sticks his right arm in between Kudo’s legs, eventually pulling him backward into a school boy. Scott forgoes the pin and instead, stands up while hooking his arms around Kudo’s legs. Scott then falls backward to execute a slingshot that sends Kudo flying straight through the middle and top rope and onto the apron. As Kudo struggles to pull himself back up, Scott hops onto the middle rope and smacks Kudo with a triangle dropkick! Kudo tumbles to the outside. As Kudo rises to his feet, Scott runs to the ropes. He rebounds and leaps over the top rope with a plancha to the outside, but Kudo is right there to meet him with a Spiral Dropkick right to his stomach!
Edison: My god! You look up the word “explosive” in the dictionary and...you’ll probably find a definition for the word “explosive,” but that’s the perfect word to describe that last strike from Kudo!
Kudo lies exhausted on the outside while Scott rolls around clutching his stomach, desperately gasping for breath. Kudo finally manages to recover and roll Scott back into the ring at around the eight count. Kudo with the cover.
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Kudo quickly continues his assault by applying a grounded front headlock. He then proceeds to drive even more knee strikes into Scott’s ribs. Scott, however, starts fighting back by throwing his elbow straight up to catch Kudo in the face. After Kudo is sufficiently stunned, Scott rises to his feet while still in the headlock. Scott then falls backward, flipping Kudo over into a northern lights suplex for the cover!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:16:45 GMT -5
Scott lifts Kudo to his feet and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Kudo counters and whips him into the ropes instead. When Scott bounces back, he hops up onto Kudo’s shoulders. Then, Scott twists his body around and shimmies down so that he ends up in a wheelbarrow position. Right before Scott’s face meets the mat, he pushes off with his hands to send himself flying upward. Kudo then uses this momentum to hurl Scott backward and back down to the mat! As Scott gets back to his feet, Kudo leaps up into the air and swings his leg around to try to land a Yakuza Knee, but Scott ducks under! Kudo lands gracefully onto his feet. When Kudo spins to face Scott again, Scott is quick to swing his leg around to try to land the Head Shot, but Kudo ducks as well! Before Scott can turn fully around, Kudo hooks Scott’s left arm back and his right arm into a half nelson before tossing him backward in a Yin Yang Suplex! Kudo with the cover.
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As Scott gets back to his feet, Kudo kicks him in the stomach, causing him to bend over. Kudo then runs to the ropes and rebounds by flipping over Scott, trying to take him down in a sunset flip. Scott refuses to fall backward and instead drops down to his knees, hoping to pin Kudo’s head against the mat, but before Scott lands, Kudo lifts his head up and gets to his feet to throw a low spinning kick at the kneeling Scott’s head. Scott manages to duck, and in a beautifully fluid movement, spins around while simultaneously getting back to his feet. When Kudo runs at him, Scott is completely prepared to catch him in a backbreaker. Scott then lifts Kudo’s legs up with one hand, flipping him backward. As Kudo hits the ground, Scott comes down on the back of his head with a guillotine leg drop to complete the Reassuring The Kill MK II combo! Scott with the cover.
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Scott pulls Kudo up again and backs him into the corner. After driving a few shoulder thrusts into Kudo’s gut, he lifts him up so that Kudo sits on the top rope. Scott climbs up soon afterwards. Scott then forces Kudo to bend forward and hooks under one arm in preparation for the High Street Massacre, but before he can hook Kudo’s other arm, Kudo uses it to unleash a series of forearm strikes to Scott’s abdomen. Scott is eventually forced to abandon his effort and releases Kudo’s arm. Kudo then removes his head from in between Scott’s legs. Kudo hooks his arms under both of Scott’s and proceeds to unload a furious flurry of headbutts. The crowd counts each strike with uproarious enthusiasm. Then, Kudo places Scott’s head in a front facelock and throws Scott’s arm over his head. After, Kudo pulls himself and Scott up so that they both stand on the top rope before hoisting Scott straight up into the air and driving his head straight into the mat with an avalanche...
McNally & Edison: BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Kudo with the cover!
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An expression of complete shock spreads across Kudo’s face. He’s completely stunned, but realizes he must continue the assault if he ever hopes to come out victorious. He lifts Scott up to his feet and sticks his head under Scott’s arm while wrapping his own arm around the front of Scott’s face. Kudo then tries to throw Scott over in a KO Exploder, but Scott twists his body while in midair so that he lands behind Kudo. Scott then pushes Kudo forward into the ropes. Kudo then hops onto the middle rope and leaps backward while twirling his leg around to try another Yakuza Knee. Scott, however, blocks by catching Kudo’s leg! When Kudo lands on his one free leg, Scott twists the captured leg in a Dragon Screw! Kudo grabs his knee and writhes around the ring in agony for a second before limping back up. Once he does get to his feet again, Scott hauls him up into a fireman’s carry. Scott then leaps up and tosses Kudo sideways to land the Assassination! Scott with the cover!
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Now it’s Scott’s turn to be utterly astounded at his opponent’s perseverance. He clutches the top rope and jumps up, causing the back of his legs to bounce off the top rope and sending himself flipping backward in a moonsault, but Kudo rolls out of the way! When Scott pulls himself back up to his feet, Kudo is there to plant him with a DDT. Kudo then hops onto the top rope with his back facing the ring. Scott, seeing that Kudo’s attention is diverted, pops back up to his feet and knocks Kudo’s feet out from under him, causing him to crash crotch-first onto the top rope. Scott then climbs up onto the turnbuckle and hooks his legs around the top rope. After locking his arms around Kudo’s waist, Scott hurls him backward to send him crashing to the mat in a Spider German Suplex! With his legs still locked around the top rope, Scott pulls his upper body back up and spins around so that he stands on the middle rope. As a dazed Kudo struggles to pull himself back up onto his feet, Scott stalks him with the DDP taunt. When Kudo turns to face him, Scott leaps off and flips forward in an attempt to land the Heat Seeker. Kudo, however, would execute a counterattack that is possible only for a man with his athleticism and reflexes. At the exact moment Scott is upside-down in the air and expecting to grab hold of Kudo’s head, Kudo takes to the skies and hurls his knee sideways, landing a Yakuza Knee that strikes Scott’ss temple with deadly precision!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:17:07 GMT -5
Edison: OH MY SCIENCE! Scott must’ve forgotten to pay his power bill ‘cause it’s lights out for him!
The sheer force of the impact causes Scott’ss entire body to whiplash sideways and collapse to the mat in a flaccid heap. A sickening thud resounds as Scott crashes back to earth, but it cannot be heard as the roar of the crowd is beyond deafening. Kudo goes for the cover!
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McNally: New champion! New champion!
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DING, DING, DING!
Jones: Here is your winner and the NEW ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion...KUDO...YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSUUUUUUUDAAAAAAA!
The crowd's excitement is almost unbearably loud as Kudo kneels in the middle of the ring, with his newly acquired Light Heavyweight Title resting in his hands and the tune of "Poison" serenading him. He glares down at the belt, the joy ever present on his usually calm and content exterior.
Scott sits up and leans against the ropes whilst clutching at his head. Kudo notices Scott’s disappointment. It was an undeniably hard fought battle, but in the end it was Kudo Yasuda who prevailed.
Kudo stands and moves over to Scott. He extends his arm and hoists Scott to his feet, Scott still using his free hand to rub the pain away from his head. The two keep their hands interlocked and look at each other for a little while talking in a calm manner. It is not long before they shake hands once more, and Scott even gives Kudo a congratulatory hug much to the crowds delight. Scott holds Kudo’s hand in the air as Kudo raises the title. The fans are going nuts at this spectacle and change of heart. They are finally seeing Kudo given the respect he deserves from his fellow Light Heavyweight, and the crowd returns it to Scott Andrews as well, for his admirable display of showmanship this night.
But the fun doesn’t stop there ladies and gentlemen. Kudo reaches into the back of his boot and pulls out a second Armada headband. The crowd, as you could imagine, is almost lifting the roof off with the noise they’re making, witnessing this gesture.
Kudo extends the offering to Scott.
Scott looks at it for a moment, pondering. He then looks out into the crowd to see if they think it’s a good idea, and when you’re asking the crowd a question like that, the answer's an obvious ‘yes’. Scott accepts the headband and ties it around his head. This is surely a grand ACW moment.
But the celebration is short lived as Ginger rushes out onto the entrance ramp with a microphone.
Ginger: Scott, I’m gonna need you to come with me. They’ve found them.
Scott and Kudo both head to exit the ring together, but Scott turns to Kudo and stops him.
Scott: No. Kudo, you’ve done enough for me already, I don’t want you to get involved in this, it could get very dangerous. Thank you though...for everything.
Kudo: I understand. Do what you have to.
Scott nods and takes off up the entrance ramp at full speed, following Ginger, allowing Kudo to remain in the ring for another minute to bask in his victory and pose on the turnbuckles for one of the greatest moments in his young ACW career, proudly holding the ACW Light Heavyweight Championship title above his head.
FADE OUT.
OOC: Post-match events credited to Scott and Kudo.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:19:12 GMT -5
Segment: Continuing Countdown (Credit: ??) The pay per view showing as already proved to be more than worth the fan’s money and it’s not even finished yet. The fans are all standing up as Phillip grabs his microphone and gets ready to announce the final match. He waits as the fans slowly quiet down and with a broad smile.Phillip: Our main event match is schedu- * LIGHTS OUT *3 Days, 1 Hours, 0 Minutes ....and with that lights come back on as Phillip is getting more than annoyed with these recent occurrences. The Alphatron slowly turns off as the camera fades…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:19:31 GMT -5
Segment: In Between Heaven And Hell: The Final Chapter (Credit: Scott) Ginger leads Scott up a flight of stairs near the backend of the arena.Scott: Is she alright, Ginger? Ginger: She will be, don’t worry. Scott: How can I not worry when a crazy, angry, psycho has my girlfriend held hostage at gunpoint? Ginger: Fair enough…Ok, we’re here, you’ll need to put on this helmet and vest. Scott opens his shirt to show that he already has one and grabs the helmet.Scott: Why am I wearing this again? Why aren’t you? Ginger: I’m not going to be talking to him. Scott: What?! The SWAT team officer approaches Scott.SWAT #1: Thank God you’re here. We need you to try and - - - Scott: - - - I’m not a hostage negotiator! I don’t know what I’m doing in there! SWAT #1: We’re not sending you into the room alone, Mr. Andrews. You will be accompanied by a trained hostage negotiator. All you have to do is follow his instructions. Ivan will be more inclined to listen if it’s you talking. Scott: So what? I just march in there and talk to him? He’s got a fucking gun! SWAT #1: He knows his situation. He’s surrounded. We have a helicopter outside circling the building with gunmen ready and waiting. There are other gunmen surrounding the room also, ready to strike on command. And last but not least, we have two snipers located in the building across from us, but he doesn’t know that. Scott: I see you’re prepared. SWAT #1: Always. Another officer enters the frame.SWAT #2: We’re ready for you now, Mr Andrews. Scott follows the officer down the hallway a bit before coming to a room backed by a large glass window reaching from the floor to the roof. The helicopter lights scan the room constantly as Scott and the negotiator enter the room.Jessie: SCOTT! She looks all too happy to see him, but Ivan tightens his grip and pushing the gun tip into her head.Ivan: Don’t come any closer, Mr. Andrews. Scott: Come on, Ivan, you’re surrounded, there’s no way out unless you hand over Jessie and go peacefully. Ivan: And spend the last years of my life in jail? I don’t think so. Scott: What do you want, Ivan? Why are you doing this? Ivan: I want my money back. I want my business back. I want my life back. But you took it all away in one foul swoop didn’t you, Scott? This is your fault; the bounty, the constant running, Jessie’s situation. Was it worth it, Scott? Was the deed worth your livelihood? Didn’t think so. See now you have to live with yourself for putting your beautiful girlfriend through all this hell. Ivan tugs on her hair and pulls her head back, placing the barrel of the gun in her mouth. Jessie is close to tears.Scott: You hurt her and I’ll fucking kill you, asshole… Ivan: Hmm…let me think about it…Who has more to lose in this situation? You? A friend, a lover, a partner. Me? A jail sentence, depression, and a life turned to shit. The answer is easy, Scott, so stop asking stupid questions. Ivan toys with Scott’s emotion as he rubs the gun on Jessie’s cheek.Ivan: She’s beautiful isn’t she? Scott’s face begins to crumple up with anger, but he knows he must remain calm if he is to free his beloved.Ivan: What I wouldn’t give to - - - Scott begins to advance on Ivan, who shifts the gun in Scott’s direction.Ivan: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop right there! One more step and I’ll pop her, guarantee it! Scott: Ok, ok…Listen, Ivan, what can we do to end all this? What can we do for you to release Jessie? Ivan: There is only one way to end this, Scott, and you’re gonna love it… Ivan lifts the gun and points it at Jessie’s skull. She closes her eyes and sheds a tear of fear…Scott: NOOOOO!!! BANG!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:19:51 GMT -5
Silence.
Broken glass surrounds the fallen body of Ivan Carter, a good portion of his head missing. Jessie sits in shock, and can’t help but stare at the bloody mess staining the carpet. Scott rushes to her and gives her the tightest hug he could possibly give her. It’s a comforting moment for all involved as the two share a warm kiss. A tear drips from Scott’s eye.
Scott: I’m sorry…
Jessie can’t help but shed a tear or two as the officers and medics begins cleaning up the scene.
Jessie: It’s not your fault, Scott. How would you know all this was going to happen? It doesn’t matter anymore, it’s all over.
Scott: I’m just glad you’re alright…Come on, lets get out of here…
As two officers cover the body of Ivan with a blue tarp Scott and Jessie rise to their feet and begin walking out of frame.
Scott may have lost a match, a title, and a rivalry, but what he gained in return was much more important than anything else; his life, his partner, his freedom…
THE END.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:26:49 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW World Title - House of Mirrors Match Chance Emmerson vs. Alexander Starkweather (Credit: Starkweather) McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, while the ring crew is setting up the House of Mirros match I think it’s prudent to describe exactly what you’re going to see. The competitors, Starkweather and Emmerson, will be entering a ten-foot-high steel cage that circles the ring and is impossible to escape from in all ways but one. There are multiple four-by-five foot large two-way mirrors lining each side of the cage so the wrestlers cannot see the fans but the fans can see them, and the only way to win this match is to break all the mirrors standing between you and the top of the cage in one way or another and scale the cage to climb out over the top and escape the match. I do need to warn you, this is not a match for the squeamish. There will be blood and violence, there will be broken glass used in this bout. ACW strongly advises you to exercise caution in viewing the following contest. Edison: And if that doesn’t make you switch the channel, here we go! The subdued introduction to Chance Emmerson’s theme, “This Velvet Glove“ by Red Hot Chili Peppers, started over the speakers as the audience saw Umeko Saito walking up onto the stage first and he trailing behind. His hands hand been taped up a bit more heavily than usual, torso bare, tights bearing black tiger stripes as he strode up to the top of the ramp. He clomped down the metal ramp as the techs scurried about the last bits and pieces, he looking to his confident-looking manager and then stepping up the steel steps into the cage. Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the main event of the evening will be a HOUSE OF MIRRORS MATCH for the vacated ACW World Title! Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan, he weighed in this morning at two hundred and ninety-two pounds, this is Chance… TIGER SEVEEEEEN… EMERSOOOON! He raised his hands as the crowd roared, his relfection shot back hundreds of times back at him and the cameras in a strange pattern. McNally: The images you see before you are the result of Emmerson’s reflection being reflected endlessly, as there isn’t anything save for him to break the reflections. Edison: …Yet. Emmerson walked in circles, throwing phantom fists, elbows and knees while the arena lights dimmed and the cameras flashed back to the ACW stage. Live or die. Make your choice. The slow-motion stomp from the stage sped up just in time for the song by Lamb of God, “Descending” began in earnest. Out onto the stage slunk Emmerson’s nemesis, Starkweather, he wearing a baggy burlap sack over his head with a noose loosely slung around his neck. His outfit consisted of a pair of baggy bottoms that looked like stitched-together sacks like his mask, and his own wrists and forearms were bound tightly in thin gauntlets of black athletic tape. The two of them obviously came prepared for the battle at hand. He stalked down the ramp himself, stopping at the stairs to cast a glance Umeko’s way as she gave him a wide berth and beckoned him into the cage. He took the title slung over his shoulder and gave it to a ring hand, who scurried away with it. Jones: And his opponent! He weighed in this morning at two hundred and seventeen pounds… The International Champion, Alexandeeeer STAAAARKWEATHEEER! Starkweather removed his mask before he entered the ring, and as he did the door was shut behind him and soundly padlocked. As he went into the ring over the middle rope he ducked aside to avoid a flying knee strike from Emmerson. McNally: Emmerson, with good reason, is looking to bring the fight to Starkweaher’s doorstep. Starkweather will have to try and match him in some way, as his submission technique will do him very little good in this scenario, and the multiple attackers approaching has got to be somewhat offsetting. They circled one another, hooking in a collar-and-elbow tieup but Chance powered Stark back and challenged him to come at him again. Stark shook his head and scowled, getting back to his feet and rushing in to block Chance’s knee attack and try and throw one himself Chance blocked it, throwing him into the ropes and giving him a high back body drop that rattled the cage and dozens of mirrors affixed to it. Chance sized Stark up for a moment before charging in and kneeing him high in the chest, rocking him back to receive a brutal elbow to the side of the jaw and rocked him back into the ropes. He whipped him once more but Starkweather saw the telegraphed move, grabbing his head and delivering a Knee Lift into his face before kicking him in the side of the knee to take him down to it before kneeing him once again in the face and attempting a Step-Up Enzuigiri. Emmerson ducked under it and dropped a knee into his ribcage, lifting him by the throat and shoving him into the corner before lighting him up with a series of elbows, knees and chops, forcing Stark to cover up to try and absorb some of the damage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:28:11 GMT -5
McNally: There’s a fire in Chance that few men have seen him get, Edison, he’s out there for blood and he’s guaranteed to get it before it’s all said and done.
He backed off as the smaller wrestler shoved him back, Stark blocking a kick and elbowing his knee hard, forcing him back to try and shake the kinks loose as he got away from the corner and wiped his mouth, they circling one another for a short time before heading in to lock up once more. Stark moved under him to grasp him ‘round the waist from behind, but a pair of elbows stopped that quick. The crowd was slowly building up toward the inevitable, as were the competitors, but they were jockeying for position to try and avoid being the first to have it happen. Chance powered Stark off of him and tried for a knockout shot side kick, but Starkweather ducked under it and jumped on his back. Chance thrashed around but Stark reached over his bald head and snatched something off… His eye patch! Chance stumbled away and put one hand over his eye, a slow grin spreading over Alexander’s face before he held up the eye patch and tossed it to the side.
McNally: Starkweather, very adept in mind games, may have found something about Chance that might very well push him over the edge.
It might have done just that, as Chance came in too quickly for Stark for counter and kneed him hard in the gut. An elbow to the back of the head dropped Stark to the canvas, and he then powered him up off the mat with a lift and captured him underhanded and delivered a short series of hard Headbutts that sent him staggering back into the ropes, dangerously close to the wall of mirrors. Chance ran in for a Tiger’s Charge but Stark rolled away, Chance instead kicking square through the bottom half of one of the upper mirrors in the middle of the top (camera-wise) side of the cage! The crowd came to their feet as the glass shattered and fell, Chance having a bit of trouble extricating his foot. Starkweather capitalized, of course, and Basement Dropkicked Chance’s free legs and sent him hard to the canvas after his leg bounced off the top rope. Chance rolled away and got back up, Starkweather stalking after him, but he refused to be intimidated.
Starkweather attempted to give him a Double-Arm Suplex but Emmerson refused to budge, instead powering up over his shoulders and holding him there, walking toward the cage with the broken pane… And delivering a Black Stripes that sent Stark back-first into the glass just outside the ropes! It crashed down as Stark covered up, Emmerson backing off a bit to regain his bearings before laying the boots to the now-bleeding opponent, he having taken a pair of light lacerations on his back and shoulders that were nothing completely harmful yet, the crowd’s noise gaining in strength at the second explosion of reflective sheet glass in the last five minutes.
McNally: The first blood of the match goes to Chance Emmerson for that inventive variation on his typical Spinebuster maneuver!
Stark did his best to roll away from the pile of glass fragments and shards as Chance laid the boots to him, he getting to one foot and catching Chance’s foot as he attempted to kick him. He brought him down with a Dragon Screw and then delivered a KneeDT to the same foot, hoping to hobble the big bald Muay Thai fighter somewhat with his nw offensive. He paused to brush some glass off of him and regain his bearings as well before returning to the attack, this time lifting Chance with only enough time to try for a shot before receiving a hard shot to the nose with an elbow that backed him up into the ropes. Chance shot him into the opposite ropes but could see the counter-move coming, Alexander shooting up and snapping of a Rana that ended up with Chance on his back. The smaller competitor stalked after him once more but he was up far too quickly to be the victim; the dark-haired wrestler didn’t see the move coming and had no protection up as Chance drew him down into a hard jumping knee to the face. He took the reeling opponent up and held him up with a Two-Handed Choke, he starting to run to throw Stark into the mirrors… But he managed to hit Chance in his good eye and then escape over his back to drop him to his back with a Sunset Flip, not bothering to pin before rolling backward to his feet and then jumping into the air, dropping both feet firmly into the Tiger’s face with a modified Re-Education! The crowd’s “OH!” echoed through the arena as Starkweather came back to his feet, scaling the top turnbuckle and trying for a top-rope version. Emmerson raised both feet to kick him in the face as he came down, he stumbling back into the turnbuckle, the bigger MMA-styled grappler rushing in and kneeing Starkweather once again in the face, this time busting him open over his right eye so a trickle of blood traced down his face to the left of his left eye. The action was brutal, Chance’s strikes and Starkweather’s precision attacks were already taking their toll, and Starkweather slumped down before Chance picked him up onto him shoulder and deposited him over the top rope, his back pressed against one of the mirrors and Emmerson taking off across the ring to deliver his Tiger’s Charge into Stark’s face, sending him crashing into one of the corner mirrors to land upside-down in the glass, Stark kicking his feet and looking very pained before rolling to his side and escaping the tortuous position he was in.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:28:53 GMT -5
The balder of the two got back to his feet and nodded, as if in control of the situation, but he didn’t notice that Stark had grabbed a roughly quadrilateral bit of mirror in his hand. As the bigger man raised him up to continue the punishment he reached up and smashed the section of glass right into his forehead, Chance audibly cursing and stepping back, clutching his forehead and whirling around in pain. Stark took the initiative and grabbed a piece of the mirror, a triangular bit, and delivered a Single-Arm DDT that he swiftly pivoted over to apply a Fujiwara Armbar. He then leaned over, drawing several vicious times across Chace’s forehead with the pointed end of the glass! Women in the audience shrieked at the brutality now being exhibited and the crowd’s rumble just increased in volume, Chance roaring in pain and eventually fighting out using his superior strength to roll out of it, wiping his now-bleeding forehead and growing enraged. He charged in but didn’t get to do much, Stark countering his attack with a stiff kick to the knee that sent it buckling, he kicking Chance in the chest… but he just asked for another! He kicked him again, and again, and again, each time being egged on by the martial artist, he giving him a swift kick to the face to finally topple him over. He backed up into the ropes as Chance sat slowly back up, delivering a Lightning Leg Lariat square into his nose to send him back down again!
Starkweather pulled him up by the head and dragged him to his feet, backing him up into the ropes and whipping him across the ring, he himself rebounding off the very same ropes and they running toward one another. Chance ducked a Clothesline attempt and they rebounded off the ropes, he taking Stark clear off his feet with the next pass with a Lariat! Stark landed awkwardly on his shoulders and neck and folded up, Umeko quickly coming around to one of the available open areas now present in the cage to urge her champion on. Stark looked in her direction and she quieted somewhat, but as he turned his attention to the Tiger once more she started again. Chance powered up by surprise and kicked him twice, once in each side, he picking up the surprised opponent and deposited him upside-down on the turnbuckle in a tree of woe. At his manager’s urging he punched the glass at the top corners of one of the bottom, cracking them quite a bit, and upon reaching under the top mirror and straining for a few moments he managed to get the rest of it to spider web and crack, though it snapped off at about two-thirds the way down instead of cleanly.
He didn’t seem to care, of course, instead walking over and laying the glass over Starkweather’s face and chest. He stepped back, walking to the opposite corner and regaining his breath before taking off to try and drive the glass into Starkweather’s face. Stark showed an unusual amount of strength, though, and sat up while holding the glass while chance got caught up on the middle rope. Stark got up to the top and unhooked his legs, turning around as Chance started to extricate himself, his face a bloody mess, and Stark tossed him the large chunk of glass before jumping off and Dropkicking it into his face, it shattering into large and small chucks, Chance taking it on the side of the head and toppling over backwards. Stark rolled slowly to his feet and used both hands to gather up some of the already-broken glass, throwing it down in the middle of the ring and nodding knowingly to the audience and more importantly to Umeko.
He dragged Chance to the middle of the ring slowly and began to set up the Curbstomp, but before he could hook Emmerson’s arms he was powered back to land hard on his back, Chance standing as quickly as he was able to catch the advancing opponent and turn, pivoting on his heel to drop Stark hard onto his back on the small pile of broken glass with a Sidewalk Slam! Stark arched his back and looked to be in quite a bit of pain, kicking his feet and rolling away to end up on his stomach. His back was bleeding rather badly by that point, as badly as Chance’s forehead, and the two of them looked quite tired.
Chance was the first to his feet, going over to Starkweather and dragging him over to the apron, an unbroken side of the cage, he rolling him under the bottom rope and hauling him up by his hair to standing with his back to one of the mirrors and his head to the one above it. Chance wiped the blood for his eyes and turned in a short circle, trying to shoulder block Stark through the mirrors, but Stark got a sudden second wind and took him by the head, smashing his face into the upper mirror and littering them both with shattered glass! Stark fell to the side and rolled back into the ring as Chance toppled over once more and rolled away, grabbing his face, the smaller wrestler scaling the top rope and sailing off with a vicious Re-Education Double Stomp that sent Chance into a roll into the corner to lay still. Stark grabbed a nearby chuck of glass, throwing it at the mirror above a mirror that had been broken, it shattering and falling so as for him to clib out, and Umeko shouted for Emmerson to get up and he eventually did, but Stark was roughly halfway up the cage… He stumbled toward him, punching him in the small of this blood-coated back and turning, grabbing him round the waist...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:29:45 GMT -5
McNally: …No.
Edison: NO FREAKING WAY!
Chance grabbed Starkweather, charged clear across the ring with him, and LAUNCHED HIM INTO THE MIRRORS at the other side of the cage with a Tiger‘s Heaven Bomb!!!
Edison: …*deep breath* DANGEROOOOOUS! DANGEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUS!
Starkweather absolutely shattered two of the mirrors situated across the top of the cage, he landing on the top rope and bouncing off to land hard on his face. Chance went to one knee, clawing his way up the ropes to try and make his way up the very same cage side that he’d sent Stark careening into. He was going quite slowly, perhaps due to loss of blood, and by the tip that he’d made it to the top of the cage Starkweather was stirring. Chance had trouble slinging a leg over the top and Stark found it somewhere inside himself to summon a burst of adrenaline and scale the ropes quickly, grabbing Chance’s leg and keeping him steady as he attempted to keep him from leaving. He succeeded, scaling the cage as well, they trading stiff chops and forearms and punches. Stark gained the upper hand, they balancing precariously on the top of the cage on the slim bars that kept the escape from being too difficult. Chance ended up sitting on the cage with both legs on the inside, Stark doing the same, grabbing his head and awkwardly kicking off, dragging the profusely bleeding behemoth through the air with him… To deliver a Relapse off the top of the cage into the broken glass! Chance popped up to his knees and rolled to the side in a ruined heap, Stark arching his back at the “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chants and rolling away…
McNally: OH MY GOD! Starkweather is a man possessed, a man willing to nearly kill himself to win this match! He may have killed himself or Chance with that maneuver onto that glass!
The crowd’s chanting didn’t die down, though the occasional “THIS IS AWESOME!” was thrown in. They stirred slowly after a time, Stark making it to one knee with his back looking rather a bit like Nick Mondo’s after his Tournament of Death match that retired him for good, Chance’s face a crimson mask, they seeing one another again and immediately going for opposite sides of the cage.
McNally: They’re both going for it! They don’t have any fight left, they need to see who the better man is! Neither knows where he is, both of them are bloody messes! Who will make it out in time?!
They scaled the sides of the cage… But Umeko scaled the same side as Starkweather and met him at the top! He’d arrived sooner than Chance, not being blinded by his own blood, and she hauled off and slapped him as he tried to power his way past her. Chance slung one leg painfully over the top of the cage, then the other, as Stark slung one up himself and started trying to kick her off the side of the cage… Chance lowered himself painfully as Stark finally got her off, she falling hard to the mats as the crowd came to their feet, and just as he went to drop to the mats Chance did first! Stark landed hard, crumpling to one side, and Chance simply dropped like a sack of rocks to the mats to the outside…
Phillip Jones: …Your winner!… And… NEW… ACW WORLD CHAMPION… Chance... “Tiger Seven”... EMERSOOOOOOON!
The crowd came to their feet and applauded the competitors, EMTs immediately rushing down to the ringside area and seeing to the ruined shells that were once athletes.
McNally: What a night! Matches, surprises, and a new world champion crowned in one of the most bloodsoaked matches in ACW history!
The title belongs, at last, to a new Champion, the Seventh Tiger and his Queen…
But he is in no state to accept it; as Umeko feared, none of them may ever be quite the same again.
The old year is almost over… there are just a few loose ends to tie up before it concludes, and those ends will be sealed in just 48 hours.
ACW vs. Fallout…
Ginger vs. Biff…
Old Masters vs. New Blood…
…And one very, very special match to top them all.
Be there.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by BK London on Dec 16, 2006 16:30:48 GMT -5
Awesome way to end of the year for ACW.
*bows down*
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Post by Jonny Spade on Dec 16, 2006 16:33:40 GMT -5
Sweet show. Congrats to everyone.
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Post by Fallen Souls on Dec 16, 2006 16:35:47 GMT -5
Too short in my opinion...but..I..LOVE IT! *Does the natural thing*
SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNN!! >.>.....<.<
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Post by Thunderkiss on Dec 16, 2006 17:52:44 GMT -5
AWESOME show. The best one since I've been here. I mean, any show that has ass slapping like that..... well, its either in my video library or ONLY ON ACW!
Either way, its a total win/win situation. Rena, thanks for the match, it was an honor.
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Post by Scott Andrews on Dec 16, 2006 18:54:05 GMT -5
Sweet show. I agree it was a little shorter than our average PPV, but a lot of people don't have a lot of time at this part of the year with exams and holidays approaching and the like.
Great show guys.
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