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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:49:26 GMT -5
Referee Keiji Makabe steps back, as both teams sort out their opening man. Sean Nichols immediatly jumps into the ring for the Stable, and it is apparent that they had the move pre-planned. As for the hooligans, it takes seven games of "rock, paper, scissors," before Pat McGroin manages to earn his starting position. Pat has about half a foot and eighty pounds on Nichols, so he’s feeling pretty full of himself. But that’s ok, Nichols likes that because it gives him his own advantage. Showing off his technical prowess, Nichols drop toe holds Pat as he approaches him. He doesn’t follow it up, it was just for show. Pat gets up and comes for Nichols again, resulting in a second drop toe hold. Again, no followup. Nichols is showing him that he’s way out of his league, it seems. Pat looks toward his team members in frustration, and steps toward the corner to tag out. The fans boo loudly at his cowardice and Pat stops. He then suddenly turns and runs at Nichols, catching him off guard. Or so he hoped, but once again, drop toe hold. This time Pat’s face lands on the second turnbuckle pretty hard, stunning him instead of simply frustrating him. Also differently this time, Nichols follows it up. While Pat is still face first in the turnbuckle, Nichols takes a short running start and then jumps, and elbow drops Pat in the back. Pat’s body bends sickingly under the force of the blow and the fans, as well as Nichols, know that that elbow drop did significantly higher than average damage.
Dwight: Sean Nichols is small, but exceedingly explosive, and can make even the more basic moves from his aresenal count as if they came from Colossus Rhodes.
He grabs Pat by the feet and yanks him off of the corner, and quickly puts him into a high angled single leg crab, tearing on the small of Pat’s back. But Pat is still the much bigger man, and he crawls to the ropes within seconds for a rope break. He slides out of the ring as soon as Nichols lets go, and the crowd boos again. Nichols is a little wary to follow since Angelus Kincaid is patrolling the ringside area, so he waits until Pat finally re-enters. But as soon as he does, he tags out...
Edison: Oh no, he just tagged out to, to, to...
To The Reaper.
Nichols sizes up Reaper carefully. His size advantage is even greater than Pat’s by almost double. He steps toward Reaper and hits him with a quick kick to the midsection. Reaper makes no move to block, but he also doesn’t flinch in the slightest. Nichols takes that as a bad sign and backs up and tags in Wyvern, Wyvern can match him a lot better.
Dwight: Two extremely tough individuals here in the ring, Wyvern has a degree of pain tolerance unlike any other current ACW wrestler, and some have remarked that Reaper does not have fully developed nerve endings, due to the way he sometimes disregards any offence at times.
Wyvern approaches with the same caution as Nichols. Anyone who’s seen The Reaper in action knows that he absorbs pain like a sponge and returns it to you ten fold before you know it. He edges closer to Reaper, strafing slightly in the advance, but Reaper doesn’t move. He seems…well, he seems like he might have fallen asleep standing up. And then, as soon as Wyvern is within range, Reaper’s arm shoots out like a snake biting someone, grasping Wyvern’s throat. But that was all a part of Wyvern’s strategy. With that opening, he lands a hard uppercut to Reaper’s head. The mask offers little to no protection. Reaper keeps his grip, but Wyvern didn’t think it’d be that easy anyway, and he throws another uppercut, just as strong as the first, and then a third. Reaper’s head jerks violently with each one, and then finally, he loses his grip. Before he can reapply it, Wyvern drops to his knees and grabs at Reaper from the side. With surprising ease, Wyvern flips him onto the mat hard with a fireman’s carry. He then grabs Reaper’s arm and yanks it into an armbar to keep the big man grounded. It works…for about ten seconds, and then Reaper manages to pull his arm free and roll away. As he’s standing back up, Wyvern catches him with a running knee to the head, sending him back down. Wyvern continues the assault by running toward the ropes, leaping, and coming back onto Reaper with a Lionsault. He stays on him for a pin.
1! . . Kickout.
This Reaper’s going to be harder to put down than he thought. Using wise strategy, Wyvern goes over to his corner and tags out to keep himself fairly fresh. Who does he tag out to? The Senator.
McNally: I was not personally at Crossover, but I did watch the show on my television, and I have to wonder if Senator Phillips is at one hundred percent, due to the sickeningly awful move he took at the conclusion of the match with Victor Laureano.
The Senator steps in with an unusual confidence for such a large opponent. He waltzes right over to the rising Reaper and grabs him, and Irish Whips him. The whip is immediately reversed; a strange decision for Senator. On the way back, Reaper plows forward with a gigantic Big Boot. But as soon as the foot comes up, possibly even nanoseconds before, Senator goes for a low angle dropkick to Reaper’s leg. And since he’s in the process of a Big Boot, the dropkick knocks Reaper's single standing leg right out from under him.
Dwight: Sound tactics by Phillips, Reaper is considerably less threatening when he's on his back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:49:55 GMT -5
While he’s down, Senator drops a knee on the back of Reaper’s knee, and repeats the move a couple of times. He then grabs that leg, lifts it up, and tosses it straight down, smashing the knee into the mat. The Senator knows exactly how to chop down a tree. He steps back for a moment as Reaper is getting up, to see what effect he’s had. Reaper acts fine until he puts weight on that leg, and then stumbles forward and goes back down to one knee. Senator uses that chance to rush forward with his step up koppou kick, the Shining Capitol, flooring The Reaper. He goes for a quick pin.
1! . . . . 2! . . Kickout! Almost had him that time.
Suddenly, a disturbance outside of the ring!
Edison: Oh no, this can't be good!
Angelus seems to have been focusing on the fight so hard that he didn’t hear the commotion behind him; The Cremator had made his way through the crowd to get to the ring, but got into a fistfight with Angelus before making it. Every member of the two teams has noticed it by now and are watching. The referee is yelling for the two to stop, but can’t really do anything, as neither man is involved in the match. While Senator takes a glance, Reaper slides out of the ring. He’s still favoring his leg, but seems to have it under control. He grabs a ringside chair and…he doesn’t go back in for Senator, he walks over to the fight and nails Cremator hard from behind. Cremator stumbles, and Reaper hits him again. Cremator stumbles right into the arms of Angelus, who takes the momentum of it and uses it for a spinebuster. Which doesn’t exactly work, as Cremator partially counters it into a DDT.
McNally: If this continues, one might wonder if the match could degenerate into an uncontrollable brawl!
Rather than wait for Reaper to regain his strength and have his leg recover in the process, Senator walks over to that side of the ring and steps through the ropes with the intention of grabbing Reaper from behind and throwing him back into the ring. But as if he has eyes on the back of his head, Reaper spins and cracks Senator over the head with the chair. Phillips falls back into the ring, woozy and hurt from the power shot. Referee Keiji Makabe immediately calls for the bell.
Bell Rings
Iris: As a result of a disqualification, The Reaper has been eliminated from the match! Team Stable currently has five members and Team Hooligans currently has four!
The Reaper doesn’t seem to care. He has what he wants; Cremator. Or Cremator has him. He grabs Reaper from behind and tosses him over the guard rail. They begin fighting through the crowd. Angelus follows them after he gets back up from the DDT, and they fight until they pass through a doorway and vanish into the hallways of the arena. The focus is back on the match now. Skurai jumps the rope to become the legal man for Team Hooligans, but they were distracted a little too long, as Senator has tagged in Red. Skurai’s plan to easily eliminate Senator are flushed down the toilet.
Despite both being ACW veterans, Red and Skurai have had little to no contact in the past, if ever, so this fight will be new to both of them despite being familiar with each other. This fight begins with a hard left from Skurai, turning it into a straight up brawl. They exchange blows for several seconds before Red surprises him by poking him in the eyes. He then begins to chop Skurai mercilessly, backing him into a corner. He then scoops Skurai and puts him into a tree of woe. Skurai desperately tries to unhook his foot as Red runs back into the opposite corner, and runs back toward him, for his baseball slide to the head. At the last second, Skurai manages a sort of vertical sit up to avoid it, and grabs the top rope to force the leverage to unhook his foot, bouncing behind Red. He grapples Red from behind and easily performs a German suplex, releasing it in mid toss. Red crashes down hard, and Skurai hits a diving elbow to add to it. Skurai rubs his own chest for a moment as if trying to ease the burning sensation from the chops, and then goes to tag back out, annoyed by the chops. He tags Pat McGroin back in. Pat assaults Red as he’s getting up, but not with a wrestling move. He instead headbutts Red directly in the chest like a certain Mr. Zidane. While Red is stunned from that, Pat scoops him and nails him perfectly with the stalling Michinoku Driver II with the unfortunate name of "Sticky Situation", hooking a leg on impact for the natural pin.
1! . . . . 2! . . . Kickout!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:50:49 GMT -5
Edison: Amazing! I don't remember Red ever being that tough in ACW!
McNally: Amazingly, for a young man, your memory seems to be berefit of certain bits of knowledge. Red might not have a pristine win/loss record, but he's got heart, and he's got enough skill to give most people around here a good fight.
Pat, his team, Red’s team, and the fans are all shocked to see Red kick out of Pat’s finisher. He shakes his head as if he were refusing to accept it, and goes back to his corner. He tags in TNT and the fans go crazy.
TNT stalks around the still fallen Red. He makes no attempt to lift him up, attack him, or pin him. He just waits. Red tries to get to his feet, and he stumbles toward his corner for a tag. TNT just walks behind him, following him. But as soon as Red reaches out for a tag to any of his four partners, TNT grabs him by the hair and pulls him back, and drapes his arm around him, blatantly choking him and pulling him back toward the middle.
Edison: TNT is the man! Only he would just choke a person like that in front of the referee!
Makabe instantly recognizes it as a choke and not a legal hold, grabbing TNT’s arm while giving him the five count to let go. TNT smirks, knowing Keiji Makabe is distracted by the choke, and sends his foot up between Red’s legs with a hard low blow that the referee misses, much to the displeasure of the fans. He then releases the choke, smirks to the camera, spins Red around, grabs his head with both hands, and snaps straight down, hitting a dangerously fast RKO on his opponent, immediatly covering for the pin.
1! . . . . 2! . . . . 3!
Bell Rings
Iris: Red has been eliminated via pinfall! Team Stable currently has four members and Team Hooligans currently has four!
Dwight: That was a most unfortunate situation, but it did demonstrate why TNT can manage to go on extended leaves, and always return to ACW at the top of the roster. The man has an uncanny ring sense, and is truly a superior tactician, even if his tactics leave something to be desired, as far as the honor category goes.
McNally: Still, one must congratulate Red for hanging in there, and being a solid replacement for Kevin Fitsharris. That was a true act of generocity, he didn't even have time to get his ring attire, let alone prepare for such a high profile match. ACW's loss is Fallout's gain with that young man, and I only hope that he might return to our company in the future.
As Team Stable decides who goes in now, TNT nonchalantly tags in Ivor Biggin, the only Team Hooligans member to not enter yet. He is completely fresh. That makes Team Stable’s choice a lot easier; they send in their fresh man, Anthony Kalb. Not only is he fresh, he’s looking to avenge Fitsharris. Ivor isn’t used to being outsized, but Kalb has quite an advantage on him. He tries to poke Kalb in the eyes, but Kalb slaps his hand away and begins pummeling him with haymakers in response. Not quite what Ivor wanted. Kalb then pulls him close and begins thrusting his knee into Ivor’s solar plexus, doubling him over. Ivor has gone from the freshest man still in the match, to the most damaged in a matter of seconds.
McNally: I can remember when Anthony Kalb was just starting out in ACW, and was unfocused, unable to win a match, or even get the better of just about anyone. What a difference...
Kalb hammer throws his opponent into the ropes, but Ivor holds onto the rope upon contact, tags in Skurai and slips outside. Skurai yells at him in anger and tags in Pat. Pat tags Skurai back in. He looks at TNT, and TNT just shrugs. Skurai gives his team the middle finger and turns back around to face Kalb.
Edison: I don't think anyone wants to face Kalb!
Dwight: Oh, if he didn't want to face Kalb, he's going to hate this even more, once he turns around...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:52:06 GMT -5
Skurai would have faced the Capitalist, that is, if he were still in the ring. Instead, the legal man is no longer Kalb now, for he tagged the Senator during the Team Hooligan Tag War. As it was clear that Skurai was going to have to stay in the ring, Phillips yelled to recieve Kalb's tag, for the opportunity to to face the mighty Ninja Lord. The two former ACW stars stare each other down for a moment, Skurai's bulk and the intense look of Phillips making for a clear contrast. Both slowly inch closer, neither making a move, until the Senator shoots out, hitting an unrelenting series of his infamous knife-edge chops on Skurai. The former Openweight champ winces in pain, but muscles through it, grappling his opponent. Before Skurai can complete his move attempt, the Senator pushes Skurai’s head down into his knee, hard, forcing Skurai to stumble back, at which point the seemingly endless chops continue. Finally, one last chop sends Skurai reeling against the ropes. Instead of bracing himself, and continuing, Skurai simply rolls under the ropes, and out of the ring. He looks at the Royles, then at Senator, then he turns and just walks up the ramp.
Dwight: Not this again! Skurai is a very strange indivudal.
McNally: And you wonder why we dumped him on you guys...
Edison: I heard he even sent Gary to the hospital, what a jerk!
The referee looks around and then decides to count.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Senator steps toward the ropes facing the entrance, yelling for Skurai to come back out.
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!
Bell Rings
Iris: Skurai has been eliminated by countout! Team Stable currently has four members, and Team Hooligans has three!
Senator seems majorly disappointed that Skurai chose to leave the match. The Royles also seem annoyed at it, but when an opportunity presents itself, they rarely miss a chance to deliver their brand of violence, both entering the ring while Phillips is facing the entrance, kicking his legs out, into a kneeling position, stepping back and quickly connecting with their sandwich PK, the Cardiff Crunch, which seems more effective possibly due to Reaper’s brutal chairshot earlier. Kalb, Wyvern, and Nichols won’t stand for these Hooligan shenanigans and they all enter the ring and begin attacking the two Royles. Keiji Makabe tries to regain control of the brawl and begins threatening DQs, but his voice is not heard as the fight spills outside.
Edison: I love it, pure, unadultrated carnage and anarchy in the ACW Arena!
Kalb and Ivor eventually pair off while Wyvern and Nichols take Pat. Phillips stirs after this short recovery period and stands up and prepares to help out Kalb, but then his head clears and he remembers that there’s someone else in the match. And that someone, TNT, flies by the recovering Senator, grabbing his head in the process, and hits a nasty RKO, further jarring his neck. He pins, and the referee ignores the brawl to count.
1! . . . . 2! . . . . 3!
Bell Rings
Iris: The Senator has been eliminated via pinfall! Team Stable currently has three members remaining, and Team Hooligans also has three!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:53:02 GMT -5
McNally: That was an important elimination to even things out for the two teams.
It takes the brawlers a second to realize what happened. Team Stable is not pleased, Kalb especially. In his frustration, he lifts up Ivor as if he were hitting an inverted suplex, but then suddenly drops him, turning it into a tombstone - The Adam Smith Driver! The fans go wild and he waits for the DQ, but it doesn’t come. It’s been a banned move on Fallout, but this is ACW Ragnarok, so it’s fully legal! Kalb grins wickedly as this realization hits him, and he slides into the ring to take on TNT. He comes at him with a hard Lariat, but TNT ducks and floats around, and rolls up Kalb, making sure to get a handful of tights.
1! . . . . 2! . . . . 3!
Bell Rings
Iris: Anthony Kalb has been eliminated via pinfall! Team Stable currently has two members remaining, Team Hooligans has three!
McNally: A month or so back, nobody would have possibly thought that this would be happening, ACW's Wyvern, and Fallout's Sean Nichols standing side by side, without the very hint of animosity.
Dwight: Things seem to be stacked against the two, though, facing a perfectly on form TNT, who has already eliminated The Red's Only Fan, Senator Steve Phillips, and Anthony Kalb. And then, you have the Royles, who are one of the better coordinated teams on Fallout, I know, they're graduating from my Dwight Gym in a week.
The quick loss of two members almost back to back startles Nichols and Wyvern. They smash Pat’s head into the ring post and step up onto the apron as TNT taunts them. The referee asks for one of them to step in and fight. Wyvern says something to Nichols, and then Nichols steps inside. Wyvern hops back down to the floor, grabs the demolished Ivor who is still out from the Adam Smith Driver, and rolls him into the ring. Wyvern then slides in and blindsides TNT with a jumping strike that sends them both over the top rope. Nichols covers Ivor.
1! . . . . 2! . . . . 3!
Bell Rings
Iris: Ivor Biggin has been eliminated via pinfall! Team Stable has two members remaining, and Team Hooligans also has two remaining!
Edison: It's Even Steven between the two teams now!
The diversion worked, Ivor is out now. Wyvern is now fighting TNT on the outside while Nichols watches and waits for it to come back inside. However, Pat McGroin is up now, and sneaks into the ring behind Nichols and rolls him up, with a handful of tights, like TNT did moments ago.
1! . . . . 2! . . . Kickout!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:53:30 GMT -5
Today just isn’t Pat’s day. Nichols rolls to his feet out of the rollup, and as Pat comes toward him, he begins to kick him with his deadly kicks, in various places. Legs, arms, torso, and finally, a leaping kick to Pat’s head which sends him stumbling backward, saved from falling down only because he hit the ropes. He uses their bounce to come back at Nichols, but isn’t sure what to come back with. In that split second decision, Nichols steps around him, locks in a Full Nelson, places his leg, hits The Resolution and and pins his opponent.
1! . . . . 2! . . . . 3!
Bell Rings
Iris: Pat McGroin has been eliminated via pinfall! Team Stable has two members left, and Team Hooligans has one member left!
Wyvern throws TNT back into the ring, but goes back to his own corner. He and Nichols have the advantage now. TNT knows it, too, but he doesn’t show any fear. He instead does a cocky pose. Nichols mimics his cocky pose right back at him, but in mid pose, TNT jumps straight up with massive height and dropkicks Nichols in the chest. He’s not going to give Nichols any chance whatsoever, and he picks him up only to hit him with a trio of European Uppercuts. TNT then clasps his hands around Nichols’ waist and lifts with an overhead belly to belly suplex, but Nichols outstretches his arms with enough strength to break the grip before he can go flying. This disorients TNT, and Nichols kicks him in the stomach and pulls him into an inside cradle.
1! . . . . 2! . . . . Kickout!
Drat, almost. Nichols decides he doesn’t need to risk anything now, especially since he already eliminated the Royales, so he tags in Wyvern.
McNally: Sean Nichols gave his best, and it's Wyvern's turn to close out this match, if he possibly can on such a formidible opponent.
Wyvern arm drags TNT as he comes at him upon entering, then arm drags him again, and again, but then TNT is onto it and prepares his counter…except this time Wyvern wasn’t going for an arm drag, and he easily pulls TNT into a snap suplex. He goes to pick TNT up, but TNT kicks him in the face and pops back up, not nearly as winded as he was letting on. While Wyvern tries to make the little birdies go away, TNT kicks him in the stomach and pulls his head in for a DDT. Wyvern grabs TNT’s legs and pulls forward, tripping him, and turns him for a Boston Crab. Wyvern sits down hard, locking it in. TNT is in agony and is nowhere near the ropes, but he does not tap. He claws at the mat and pulls himself forward inch by inch. With his back and legs burning with the kind of pain stretched muscles bring, he finally grabs the bottom rope, and Wyvern breaks the hold. TNT sighs in great relief, but then he feels Wyvern drag him back to the middle by the feet. TNT will not let him lock it in again, and shoves him away with his feet with enough force to send him into the ropes. TNT pops back up again to catch Wyvern off guard…but the pop up part doesn’t quite work as a pain runs down his legs and back. The popping up wasn’t wise after that submission hold. While feeling the burn, Wyvern double underhooks TNT and double underhook suplexes him, amplifying the pain. Wyvern then tosses out a signal and Nichols claps. Wyvern grabs TNT by the legs again, but this time he doesn’t turn him for a Boston Crab. He goes for his sharpshooter, the Deus Ex Machina. TNT struggles against it, but after about a ten second struggle, Wyvern turns him and locks it in.
Dwight: Fully locked in! I know that very few people have ever managed to endure this move for long, let alone getting out of it. The Deus Ex Machina fully utilizes Wyvern's stamina and technical ability, as he lifts the opponent's legs up before he sits back, twisting the unfortunate individual into a pretzel, bending the back in a way it's not supposed to go, and the quadriceps are also strained to a point that they would be better off avoiding.
TNT has just about had enough of that back and leg pain, and slowly crawls toward the ropes again. At about a foot away, he can’t seem to gain anymore ground. Nichols is taunting him, the pain is burning, Wyvern is leaning back, and…TNT finds himself tapping.
Bell Rings
Iris: TNT has been eliminated via submission! Team Stable currently has two members remaining and Team Hooligans currently has…none! Here are your winners, Team Stable!
Edison: It's all over! All over! Punks got punished, the good guys win...sheesh, since when were the Senatorial Stable the good guys...I guess since now!
Nichols enters the ring to raise Wyvern’s hand as the Stable members return to the ring to help celebrate the victory. None of Team Hooligans return to help TNT out, so he rolls out on his own, holding his lower back. He takes comfort in the fact that he eliminated three of them himself, and he does a cocky pose at the stage before exiting. This one may not be over yet in his unpredictable mind...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:56:04 GMT -5
Segment: Entrance (Credit: Hunter)
Wasting absolutely no time, he exits his locker room and looks around quickly, seeing that the halls are oddly barren. He begins to walk down to the ring, feeling somewhat at peace. And yet there is still a sort of anger left in him. But he is not worried about it that much, for he figures that instead of blinding him in the match, it will only aide his cause and give him more power. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Kevin Anderson turning the corner with the cameraman. He changes his mind in a split second and charges down the hall, and catches up to the ACW interviewer in no time. Kevin turns around and is slightly startled by Brimstone's magical appearing act.
Brimstone: Interview me.
Kevin slightly moves his mouth up and down, still temporarily entranced by Brimstone's sudden presence.
Brimstone: That's not a question.
Kevin clears his throat, and then slowly turns around to the cameraman, motioning for him to turn the camera on. He stands off to the side a little bit, and when the cameraman motions to him, he begins.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with one of ACW's brightest new stars, Brimstone. Now, Brimstone, later tonight you have an ACW International Title match with the champion, Alexander Starkweather, in a Straight Jacket Match. What are your thoughts going into it?
Brimstone doesn't bother showing Kevin any courtesy, and instead he snatches the microphone out of the poor interviewer's hand, and then stares directly into the camera.
Brimstone: I hope you're watching this, Starkweather, because I wouldn't want you to go out into that ring without having a slight idea as to what you're going to be facing. You remember that problem I told you I had, the slight insomnia? Well I can gladly tell you that that has been cured. But naturally you don't care about this small little piece of information, and clearly you're planning to stop paying attention. So let's make this a bit more interesting.
He flicks his nose swiftly and continues.
Brimstone: I had my very first dream in around a month just a few moments ago, and I saw a part of my life that I cannot say I'm too proud of. But it taught me something about myself doctor...I learned that I am a truly terrible human being, and I am capable of remorseless acts against my fellow man. I was told to kill a man by ghosts, and I did not even stop to ask why I was killing him. Instead, I had FUN with it.
He can sense the odd look that Kevin is giving him, but he presses on.
Brimstone: Completely nonchalantly, I agreed with my friend that we should mentally torture this man, and so I played something of a practical joke on him. And what did I do then?
He puts his right hand in the form of a gun and puts it to his head.
Brimstone: I put a bullet in his head.
He mimics pulling the trigger with his middle finger, and then puts his hand down.
Brimstone: And this was a man I hardly knew. I had fun with killing him...what kind of a sick bastard am I? If I'm capable of doing such things to someone, then you should clearly be more frightened of me than you currently are...which is probably not at all. And I've learned some things from this past month, and these things are all about you. After interacting with you a few times, and after speaking to you, I've realized exactly what you are...
He pauses and gently raises the left side of his mouth into a scathing smirk.
Brimstone: You're a coward, and nothing more. It's a bit of irony, in a way: you pride yourself in scaring your opponents, and toying with their minds before eventually bringing them to their inevitable defeat. You tried this strategy with me, and you failed heavily. All of the things you said to me? They meant nothing, and I won't so much as think of taking them to heart. You're just a man with a moronic mask who takes every bad thing that has ever happened to him and curls it up into a little ball in his mind, and then uses all of this built up frustration to destroy everyone around him. And on one hand, it's a great strategy. Which is why I'm borrowing it.
He steps closer to the camera, the seriousness in his eyes piercing straight through the screen.
Brimstone: You cannot even begin to fathom the things I've seen in my life, or the things I haven't seen. But you will when I use all of these events in my life as inspiration for beating you within an inch of your life. As I said before, you're just a coward hiding behind a supposedly frightening persona, attempting to turn your opponents against themselves, so that you may take the advantage and eventually defeat them. Well I think you'll find that doing such a thing with me will be truly impossible, and here's why:
He chooses his next words carefully, and despite their simplicity, they come off as very stern.
Brimstone: I'm not afraid of you. I've found out your secret, I've found out your strategy, and there is nothing left for you to hide behind, and more importantly, there is nothing left for me to fear. You may not take me seriously now, but when I leave you as just a broken man in a pool of his own blood, lying in the center of the ring, you will be the one who is afraid, and the thing you will fear most is my name. Good luck tonight, doctor...you'll need it.
And with that, he drops the microphone and disappears as quickly as he came. Kevin slowly bends down and picks up the microphone, then looks at it momentarily before readdressing the audience.
Kevin: Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen...Brimstone vs. Alexander Starkweather, and it’s up next!
And with that, the promo ends, leaving many baffled, and leaving at least one person in the International Title Match amused. But which one?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:56:47 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW International Championship - Straight Jacket Match Alexander Starkweather vs. Brimstone (Credit: Hunter / Starkweather)
McNally: The following match’s stipulations have been somewhat fuzzy, but I have received word from the ACW front office that this Straight Jacket Match does indeed have a set of rules that will be enforced by the referee in the match. The only weapon or object that is legal in this match is the Straight Jacket itself. There will be no count-out and no pinfalls or submissions, the only way to win this match will be by either strapping the opponent into the straightjacket or disqualification. And of course the winner of this match will either remain or become the ACW International Champion.
“Descending” began on the speakers of the arena, and the gritty voice of the famed Jigsaw Killer quipped a very fitting line, “Live or die… make your choice.” Just as the song reached its crescendo and began the staccato rhythm of guitar and kick drum the International champion himself took the stage amidst quickly flicking strobes. He wore his yellow smiley-face mask, his expression locked permanently into a demented grin, his eyes searching the crowd as he made his way down the ramp with his championship hanging loosely from his right hand.
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest will be a Straight Jacket Match! The winner will be the man to bind his opponent into the Straight Jacket provided at ringside, and the Straight Jacket will be the ONLY legal foreign object in this match! Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles California, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, he is the ACW International Champion… STAAAAAAARKWEEEATTHEEER!
Starkweather scaled the metal ring steps and climbed the turnbuckles to stand with one foot on the top, he looking down at his title before flipping the mask off of his head and hopping over the top rope and landing with a thud, tossing the title to the referee In charge and removing his SWAT vest. He paced from one side of the ring to the other.
McNally: Starkweather, as heinous as his actions are, is a remarkably intelligent man. He has a nearly superhuman capacity to manipulate those around him, he has done so to his current opponent and the paper trail may very well lead to his involvement at least in part in the stripping of the ACW Title from Yoko Satoshi and challenging for it at Winter’s Discontent.
Edison: And what a match that was, voted by the fans as ACW’s Match of the Month for December, and as you can see by Starkweather’s back he’s gonna carry a few mementos of that bout for the rest of his life. Two pretty visible scars from that violent and gorey match, and I’m sure there are a couple others I’m sure ya could see if you got close.
“Descending” was replaced by “Angel of Death,” the lightning-fast guitar work and almost unfollowable cacophony of music that was accompanied by a shriek as red strobes lit up the stage and Brimstone walked out in his black robe, hood drawn low over his eyes. He posed for a moment before coming down the ramp, his mouth set in a scowl.
McNally: Brimstone is quite a talented wrestler himself, a rookie but a quick learner, his style has steadily adapted itself to the person whom he is wrestling at the time. But has Starkweather’s mind game done what it was designed to do? Or has it steeled his resolve in spite of the good doctor’s strategy?
Jones: And his opponent! Hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds… BRIIIIIMSTOOOONE!
Brimstone removed his cloak before sliding into the ring, his flame-detailed short tights showing. He rushed forward as the referee checked Stark for foreign objects in his pants and boots, the ref calling for the bell hurriedly as they began to brawl. Brimstone threw wild rights into the side of Stark’s head and Stark went lower and threw a few of his own into the challenger’s midsection. He blocked one punch and turned smartly on his heel, bringing it behind his back and dodging an attempt at a back elbow counter by bringing his arm up and European Uppercutting it. Brimstone shouted and went to the ground, turning around to break the hold on his arm but it was stalled by a Top Wristlock.
Stark brought Brim’s elbow down on his shoulder and then took him over with an Armdrag that he immediately turned into an attempt at a Cross Armbreaker, but Brimstone seemed to have enough of the chain submission wrestling and turned over to turn the leverage around and roll backward to extract his arm and wait for Stark to get a bit more vertical before jumping up and catching him around the waist for a smart-looking Belly-To-Back Suplex. He bounced right back up and tried to grab Stark’s legs but the submission specialist rolled away, he getting to one knee and locking a collar and elbow tie-up with Brimstone. Brimstone turned the move into a Side Headlock but got backed into the ropes, he being whipped across the ring and ducking under a jumping champion, who stopped cold and fired a stiff kick right back into his midsection.
He stepped up and kicked him in the base of his neck with an Enzuigiri, Brim rocking forward enough for Starkweather to grab his head and drop him quickly with a Snap Suplex.
McNally: Brimstone is holding his own but Starkweather is simply going too fast for him to keep up with. He’s got counters to counters and the inexperienced challenger is at quite a disadvantage when it comes to ring presence, I doubt he even saw that kick or that Suplex coming.
Stark floated back over to sit on Brimstone’s chest and give him a couple of slaps as he covered up, the crowd’s boo meeting the unsportsmanlike conduct. Stark got up and adjusted his wrist tape as Brimstone shook his head and rolled to his feet, glowering at him as they circled each other once more.
They locked up once more but this time it was Brimstone who kicked him in the gut and went for a Vertical Suplex. Stark escaped out the back of it but got an elbow to the side of the head for his trouble, Brimstone backing him up into the corner and lighting him up with a Knife-Edge Chop. He shoved him back into the corner and hit him again, Snapmaring him over and pulling him up to Reverse Suplex him. He dragged him back up but got a duo of forearms into his gut, a European Uppercut rocking his head back and backing him up to the middle of the ring. Stark tried for a Heel Kick but his opponent ducked under it and going for a German Suplex. Stark landed on his feet and took him off of his with a running Knee Lift that sent him onto his back. Stark went for a leg submission but Brim rolled up and through to kick off and roll forward to the corner, springboarding off and grabbing him by the arm to deliver a flying Armdrag. Stark rolled out and ended up standing in the corner, running in as Brimstone did the same and receiving a Flying Headscissors from the rookie that sent him to the outside.
McNally: Quite an exchange between these two, quite a few moves exchanged but nothing has really caught either man thus far. The match should blow wide open if one or the other can start to use their more powerful moves and wear his opponent down enough to execute a finishing maneuver and strap the losing party into that Straight Jacket at ringside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:57:24 GMT -5
Brimstone jogged to the turnbuckle as Starkweather stumbled to his feet and touched his head to check for blood, he stumbling a bit and turning around just in time to see the challenger come off the top with a Kamikaze Bomb to the outside! Te crowd came to their feet with the move, the referee starting the count over as the crowd started chanting for Brimstone. Brim got up slowly, holding his side from the rough landing, and tossed Stark into the apron before elbowing him in the jaw. Stark fired back after another shot, kicking him in the gut and elbowing him hard on the back of his head before kicking him dead in the face and backing him up into the guardrail.
He lifted him up and dropped him throat-first onto the guardrail and then rolled him into the ring, he climbing to the apron and grabbing Brimstone’s arm to try for an Arm Breaker. Brimstone pulled back and Stark dropped without anything but Stark grabbed him by the feet and pulled him back out of the ring to throw him into the guardrail again, he ending up sitting with his back to it in a daze. Starkweather stepped back and measured him up before rushing in to bring his leg up and drop, hitting him with a Lightning Leg Lariat that sent his head back into the unforgiving steel! The crowd booed after the obligatory “OH!,” Starkweather walking back and shaking his leg loose a bit before taking the reeling challenger back to his feet.
Edison: Sick, absolutely sick kick to the head from Starkweather there! Brimstone’s gonna have to count his teeth to make sure they’re all in his head after this match.
He picked him up only to shove him back into the guardrail once more, trying for a Heel Kick but Brimstone rolling away to see him hook his leg awkwardly over the steel tubing. Brimstone kicked the leg holding Stark up and then stomped him twice, picking him up and crotching him on the guardrail! The crowd backed away from the guardrail as Brimstone readied himself and then jumped up, balancing precariously as he walked toward across the guardrail only to get taken off his feet by a perceptive champion’s foot, he ending up in the crowd as the chellenger came down hard and hung out to dry on the guardrail. He hopped back over the guardrail and jumped up onto the apron, scaling the top rope and breaking into a faint smirk before he pushed off the top with a Re-Education directed right at the back of Brimstone’s head from the top to the outside!
McNally: Oh God! What a sick maneuver! That was aimed right at the back of his opponent’s head with no chance to block or cover up!
Stark landed hard but Brim landed harder, going over and landing hard on the mats. The crowd’s “Holy sh*t!” chant was fervent for a short time, Starkweather making it to his feet slowly and picking up Brimstone to roll him back into the ring. He circled the ring and grabbed the heavy cloth of the Straight Jacket, tossing it over the bottom rope and rolled in himself. As he worked to undo the straps to put them on his opponent the reeling Brimstone stood behind him and attacked him from behind, knocking him into a turnbuckle and he backing up into an Immolation, the modified T-Bone Suplex dropping him but good on his head. Brimstone followed that maneuver up with a quick stumble back into the ropes followed by a quick roll out to gauge the distance for his Inferno finisher.
The crowd came to their feet as Starkweather did, but as he went to springboard off Stark rushed forward and shoved his legs out from under him to hang him out on the top rope. He grabbed him by the head and pulled him forward until only his feet rested on the ropes, but as he went to drop him with a Stunner to complete the Relapse Brimstone punched him in the side and made him stumble and go back, he landing once again on the apron and punching Stark in the back of the head. The champ leaned forward and Brim slingshotted over the top rope to land behind him, lifting him up and over his shoulder to then drop him with a Black Death!
The sit-down Backbreaker variant sent Stark rolling across the ring, the challenger finding it somewhere in him to scramble to his feet and drop the champ with an STO that featured his head bouncing off the bottom turnbuckle, he sitting propped up in the corner as Brimstone rolled to his feet and then rushed forward, jumping to the middle and then top ropes to do a high-arcing moonsault and bring his feet down almost in a modified Dropkick to the champion’s chest!
The crowd’s applause and “That was awesome!” chants were accompanied by Brimstone landing hard after the Corpse Grinder, the ref checking on either of them. Brim got up in short order and made the attempt at strapping that mental facility uniform to the good doctor, but a knee to the face as he leaned down made him hold his eye and lurch back. Stark worked himself out of that coat and got to one knee, Brim pulling him to his feet but the old dog surprised him with a new trick and Headbutted him hard enough to cross his eyes and make him stagger back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:58:04 GMT -5
Starkweather powered him up to sit on the top turnbuckle and followed after him to try a high-risk move, but they exchanged left and rights on the top before Stark regained the upper hand and brought his opponent down with a Dragon Screw from the top, he coming off the second rope and coming up to look at the top turnbuckle and slap it before climbing to the top, balancing before sailing off with another Re-Education… But no one was home, the red-trunked competitor rolling aside and making the champion land on his feet and do a short somersault.
He bounced off the ropes on the far side as the recovering opponent turned to his feet, he not seeing the move coming but grabbing himself a face-full of shoulder and getting lifted and planted with a Spinal Surgery modified lifting faceplant Cutter. They both rolled to the side, exhausted, and at long last Brimstone got his wits about him.
Brimstone's eyes flickered open and all at once he gasped for breath, as if suddenly remembering the position that he was in. He got up and looked over at Stark, and when he saw that he is still lying face down on the mat, he took a moment to think over his strategy.
McNally: He has tried every single move he can think of, and yet they’ve not brought him victory. What else could there possibly be for him to try?
And then his eyes randomly glided over to the outside of the ring and fell on a lone object... And he smirked. He rolled out of the ring quickly, and then grabbed a steel chair. He slid back into the ring, and ignoring the shouts of the referee and the fans, he slammed the chair hard against Stark's back. The referee, dumbfounded, called for the bell instantly and the fans begin to boo.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a disqualification, here is your winner, and STILL the ACW International Champion, Alexander Starkweather!
Stark's theme hit for a few seconds, but then shut off after Brimstone delivered another powerful strike to the champion's back. The fans originally thought that perhaps he had forgotten the disqualification rule, but now they were confident that he had not forgotten it but instead had simply disregarded it. He kicked Stark over and slammed the chair over his face, opening a gash on the doctor's forehead. Brimstone slammed him in other random places a few times, and then grabbed the straight jacket from the corner and proceeded to slide it onto the doctor's destroyed form. Once it is completely on and strapped together, he turned to the crowd as if making sure that all of ACW saw what he did.
Brimstone: Isn't this what you wanted!? This is the entertainment you sought!
And with that, he threw Stark face down into the mat, causing the gash in his forehead to expand, forming a pool of blood under his face. Brimstone slid out of the ring and posed briefly, until Ginger's entire security force emptied, grabbing him quickly and forcing him down to the ground. But all he did during this time was laugh, because he seemed like he knew that he had accomplished exactly what he set out to do.
After a few moments he saw Stark move, and the International Champion got to his feet. After a few more seconds he was able to remove the straight jacket with a bit of help from the ref; He threw it off to the side and looks down at his blood with a blank expression. The referee came into the ring and handed him his title, and Stark looked at it for a moment, then smirked. He raised it into the air and pointed a finger at it, and when Brimstone saw that he simply shook his head. Stark shrugged, and then continued to stand in the ring, until eventually Brimstone was taken away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:58:43 GMT -5
Commercial: Get in touch with your feminine side (Credit: Renix/AK) A voiceover of a man’s voice begins as a scene appears of a fairly average young man, somewhere in his late teens, walking up to someone’s front door.Guys. Let’s be honest… we all like hanging out with our friends, going to watch sports and talking about cars and other noisy or dirty things. We’re men. We do that, and we’re damn good at it.He enters a perfectly normal family home and flops down on the couch with a plastic shop bag in his hand, and smiles as he takes out a newly purchased DVD.But sometimes, a man needs something different.The shot pans out from a close up of the bloke to reveal Renix on the couch next to him. The young guy grins.Renix: Hey, baby, how about you and I spend some quality time? There is the sound of a door opening, and an older man enters; the shot changes, and the younger man is alone again.Older man: You want to play some ball this afternoon, Brian? Brian: Uh, no, thanks Dad. Maybe later? Dad shrugs and exits.Oh yeah. You know what we’re talking about. The fairer sex, Adam’s rib, those creatures sent both to try and tempt us.Brian opens up the DVD case and takes out the disc, twirling it on his finger. As he does this, a slim hand reaches in and runs a finger along his cheek, as the shot pulls back a second time.AK: Choices, choices, hmm? Come on, I know you like it rough. Brian’s eyes look as if they might pop out of his head; as he gathers his thoughts, the door opens again and an older woman appears with a basket in hand.Woman: Brian, sweetie, we’re going to eat outside, I made pie. Are you coming? Brian: …Sure, in a few minutes, mom. Good man. These are not the sort of women your mother would approve of… Brian’s mom smiles and heads out again; Brian sighs with relief and then gets shoved over on to the couch in a horizontal position. As he lies there, Rena Matheson drapes herself seductively over him, getting Brian distinctly hot under the collar.Rena: You look like you need a dose of a supreme diva, honey… let’s get it on… Brian nods enthusiastically as Rena leans in for a kiss… when the shot pulls out, he has indeed received one, but not from Rena. Instead, a clean-cut, pretty teenage girl is there.Girl: Oh, Brian, did I wake you? You looked like you were having a great dream. You want to go out to the mall, or are you tired? She’ll never know. You’re a man, and you have complex desires… it’s nothing to be ashamed of.Brian performs a theatrical stretch and yawn, and the girl giggles.Girl: Ok, maybe I’ll see you later, then… She leaves, closing the door, and Brian claps his hands together, awaiting the next visitation. But there is nothing, and suddenly his gaze alights on the empty DVD case. Brian searches frantically…
The shot switches to outside the house, where the girl stands and grins as she hears her boyfriend’s yell of frustration; she holds up the disc that she’s covertly swiped. As she does so, Yoko steps sideways into the shot.Yoko: Trust me, he wouldn’t understand… it’s a lady thing. The two females walk out of the shot, and the scene fades to black before showing a close up of the product: Presenting the DVD you’ve been waiting for… the very best of ACW’s female superstars. Because sometimes, only a Diva will do…Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 17:02:32 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW World Title Match Chance Emmerson vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Starkweather)
The soothing sounds of “The Velvet Glove” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers was the firstthing heard throughout the arena as a kick-off to the main event, and the crowd’s boos were the kick-off to Umeko Saito taking the stage dressed in a smart black number. He pointed to her Tiger Seven as he stalked out, he glancing carelessly about at the audience but having a grim, determined look on his face as he hefted that cumbersome golden title belt over one massive shoulder. His ring gear consisted of a slightly more reflective than usual pair of baggy MMA style shorts with black stripes down the sides and a large black roman numeral 7 on the back. His feet were bare and taped up with white athletic tape, as were his hands up to his mid-forearm. On his right hand was drawn very precisely a target that rather resembled something that his opponent would use as a part of his particular shtick.
McNally: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the main even of a tumultuous and remarkable evening of ACW wrestling action. Tonight in that ring we’ve seen more great wrestling than I can rightly recall seeing since, well, the last ACW pay-per-view. Tonight we’ll see, for lack of a less cliché term, a match of David versus Goliath. Scott Andrews is challenging Chance Emmerson for his ACW Title, there’s the champion there making his way to the ring, of course, and it will be a situation that Chance has found himself in more than once. Brute strength and shocking power versus precise and painful submission wrestling, Andrews is at a distinct disadvantage as Chance has proven time after time that he is remarkably resilient against that particular style of wrestling, I can’t recall the last time he’s tapped out to a submission hold or even been held in one for very long for that matter.
He handed the title belt to Umeko before he scaled the apron, she scaling the steps.
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the main event of the evening, and is for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Tokyo Japan, he weighed in this morning at two hundred and ninety-eight pounds and he is accompanied to the ring by his manager Umeko Saito… He is the ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… CHANCE… TIGER SEEEVEEEEN… EMMMMEEERRRSOOOON!
Umeko applauded her champion but he simply stalked the ropes like a real tiger at the zoo, awaiting the man he was set to destroy as the referee took the title away from Umeko for safekeeping.
Chance’s music was replaced by the very official-sounding strains of “Hail To The Chief,” Senator Steve Philips taking the stage in a smart charcoal suit with a red shirt underneath and a black tie tucked into the front.
Edison: Haaail to the chieeef, he’s the chieeef and he needs haaaailing! I love this song, did I ever tell you that McNally?
Scott Andrews followed closely behind the Senator as the Senatorial Stable’s theme sounded over the arena’s PA system. He wore an inverted style of his typical garb, this time a pair of black biker shorts with red trim. His tightened his kick pads and nodded to the Senator before striding down the ramp, the referee talking to Chance and trying to avert his attention to prevent any pre-match attacks.
Jones: And his opponent! From Denver, Colorado, he weighed in this morning at two hundred and thirty-three pounds, he is accompanied to the ring by Senator Steven Phillips, this is the SCARLET ASSASSIN… SCOTT… AAAANNNNDRRREEEEWS!
He slid into the ring and danced away from Chance as the referee held up the title to signify what was on the line, the cameras turning to the senator briefly as he adjusted his tie and watched the goings-on.
McNally: Scott Andrews brings his technical mastery and unique wrestling form to the table in this bout, and I doubt Chance may see a few of his aces he has up his sleeve in this match. His moves are nearly uncountable as are his possible counters to a given hold or move, and his title shot is well earned after his monumental war with Kudo Yasuda over the last few months and a string of wins over many ACW mainstays. Here’s the bell, and the Ragnarok main event is on.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 17:03:39 GMT -5
Chance didn’t so much go in for the collar and elbow tie-up as stalk Scott around the ring, and Andrews was more than smart enough to give him a wide berth to collect himself and try and launch an effective attack against the behemoth that happened to be the ACW Champion. Emmerson fired off a quick kick that missed short, Scott tried for a tie-up but got shoved back, they seemed at an en pass for a moment before they back up again and Scott ran his hands through his blonde hair and shook his wrists out before going for a collar and elbow tie-up that was reciprocated. He was quickly backed up into the turnbuckles but covered up before any blows could come, Chance backing off at the ref’s request and letting him out of the corner.
They locked up once more and the very same result was the end scenario, but this time Chance rushed in with a knee to the gut as the ref tried to get him to break the hold. He backed up and did it again, the third time met with Scott rolling to the side and going for an Arm Wringer. That was fruitless, as Chance just powered up and pulled him in to an elbow to the side of the head that sent the smaller man staggering back into the ropes. He ducked away as those big meat hooks came to grab him, he getting behind the big bald champion and kicking him in the back of the leg to bring him to one knee. He went back and elbowed him hard in the back and then brought himself around to deliver an arm wringer that was followed by an arcing kick to his blind side that rocked his head back and got a reaction from the crowd, but Chance simply stood up and shook his head before pounding his fist into his chest with an audible thump, opening himself up for another kick attempt almost as a test of Scott’s manhood.
Edison: Noooo, no, no… Don’t fall for it, Andrews!
With The Senator’s urging he didn’t fall for it, and Emmerson’s face broke out into a smirk as he circled his opponent once more. Scott looked thoughtful, not seeming to know what angle to approach the situation from, the crowd starting a “Let’s go Andrews!” chant mostly out of spite for the champ. Andrews came back in and ducked a grapple attempt, this time grabbing Chance by the arm and holding him long enough to kick his knee on his blind side to Senator’s delight and Umeko’s vocal dismay. She urged Chance to get him off and he did so, pulling him by his head down into a knee to the forehead that sent him rocking back that was followed quickly by a knee to the gut and an elbow to the back of the head, he picking up the much smaller body and slamming him to the canvas with a Sidewalk Slam.
He got up as Scott sat up and kicked him square in the base of his spine with an audible “THWACK,” Scott arching his back and almost yelping as he was almost visibly pushed forward from the force of that shot. He rolled away and kicked his feet as Emmerson simply waited for his next action, Umeko cheering and applauding that remarkably hard shot.
Edison: Holy christ, was that a kick. I think the guys in the nosebleeds heard that one.
Scott got up using the ropes and seemed to be growing frustrated, he moving in again and waiting for Chance to attack this time before dodging to the blind side and giving hima kick to his knee. This went on for a short time before Chance wised up, changing his tactics to a slightly more reserved approach. They locked up once more and Chance applied a Side Headlock to Andrews, who then backed up into the ropes and whipped him across the ring. Chance rebounded off the ropes and jumped over lying Scott, who then got up to run smack into the wall of Emmerson hitting him with a Shoulder Block.
Scott got back up quickly, he ducking a running champion’s Lariat attempt, ducking a Back Elbow attempt and coming off the ropes fast enough to get Chance with a nice Dropkick that didn’t put him down but did send him into the ropes to roll to the outside. Chance landed on his feet and Andrews looked to the crowd for a moment before coming off the far ropes and diving over the top with a Corkscrew Pescada. Chance saw it coming and caught him, however, throwing him bodily over the second rope back into the ring and pointing at he ropes as if telling him to try that again. He then scaled the apron, but Andrews chose his shot and came in just as he came into the ring with a basement Dropkick to his right knee.
Chance came into the ring with a stumble, off-balance, and Andrews capitalized by putting him down onto his front with a Drop Toehold that he floated over an turned into a hard Grounded Side Headlock. He bit his lip and wrenched back on it as the ref checked Emmerson, but Emmerson countered it with a slight shift in his weight and a knee brought up between Scott’s eyes. And another. And another, which broke the hold and made Scott roll away to get up and stumble a bit from the blows to the head. Chance got to one knee and then stood once more, dusting off his knee and smirking.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 17:04:03 GMT -5
McNally: Scott may be realizing why precisely this man is champion, he is a toned, trained and true machine in many senses of the word. Those kicks all have a knockout capacity, his body is used to abuse and hard shots, and Scott is more used to matches against technicians and men who aren’t so… Well… Massive is the only word I can really use.
Edison: Scott is smart though, and he’s gotta use that. He’s been using it, but he still has to avoid as many of those brutal Muay Thai strikes as he can or he’s not gonna be able to do his ‘Shooter’ McGavin impression in this one.
Andrews turned and cracked his neck while he shrugged his shoulders to loosen them up, Chance coming forward once more and Andrews elbowing a knee strike away to rock the big man’s head back with a forearm shot. A loud, hard chop followed closely, and another, and yet another, he backing the big man into the ropes and whipping him across the ring to take him over with an Arm Drag that he segwayed into an Armlock, he turning Emmerson over and rolling back over him to grab his right leg and Knee Stomp it. He tried for a submission but Chance rolled back onto his back and kicked him off with his free leg and rolled to a vertical base once more.
Scott, on the attack at last, chopped him I the chest to back him into the corner and attempted to whip him into the corner. It was reversed, and Scott hit hard and slumped into the corner. Chance came roaring across the ring and tried his damndest to take the challenger’s face off with a running Back Elbow. Andrews’ head rocked back and he went limp, falling forward and Chance taking the opportunity to scoop him up… And stuff him between the middle rope and the top rope, his now-regaining-senses self hung out to dry sideways. Chance backed up a half-dozen steps and then charged in, the crowd’s “OH!!” meeting a vicious jumping knee strike, almost a Tiger Knee aimed at his spine that sent him tumbling to the outside to land hard on the mats!
Edison: Oh! Oh! What a shot by Emmerson! That was aimed at shortening Andrews’ career, right there!
Chance didn’t play to the crowd but Umeko sure did, clapping politely at the vicious attack and motioning for Chance to distract the referee. He moved over and began to argue with him as she made her way around the ring, managing to kick the limp Andrews once before The Senator could make it around to stop her, she scowling and saying something in a venom-laced tone at the man at ringside as he saw to his pained compadre. He gave him a light swat on the shoulder and told him to get back into the ring in a tone loud enough for the camera to hear, but even then it was an eight-count by the ref before he got back in only to receive a Knee Drop from the champ. Chance scooped him up and put him onto the top, dropping him into a Tree of Woe before turning in a short circle to gain momentum before kicking him dead in the chest with a Stake of Agony! Scott slumped off the corner and Chance went for a pin with a leg hooked…
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McNally: Chance being smart there with a pinfall attempt while he had the opponent in the ropes, literally in this case, but Scott isn’t out of this match yet.
Edison: I’m pretty sure his desire to be kicked again is, though.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 17:04:33 GMT -5
Chance backed up and brought Scott to his feet, shoving him into the corner and almost nonchalantly whipping him across the ring toward Umeko, who for some unknown reason grabbed his foot as he arrived. The ref turned to the intereference and shouted at her to cease it, but he didn’t see Chance move to the very same turnbuckle he’d delivered the kick in before and work quickly to remove the top turnbuckle to expose the cold steel underneath.
He charged in as the ref moved aside to give Andrews a corner Clothesline, he nodding to his manager before whipping him across the ring once more… Into the exposed turnbuckle. The Senator shouted for the ref to do something but he had no idea what was going on, Andrews shouting in pain and arching his back. Chance slapped his knee before charging in with an attempt at the Tiger Knee… But Scott rolled (more like fell) to the side and his bared knee hit nothing but exposed steel! He yelled in pain and fell over in the other direction, clutching his knee, as Scott rolled out of the ring and went to hands and knees before using the apron to pull himself unsteadily to his feet.
McNally: I doubt that was intentional, but Scott may have just bought himself a fighting chance in this matchup!
Andrews rolled into the ring and got to his feet once more, pulling Chance to the middle of the ring by his injured leg and applying a grapevined Leglock. Chance used his superior upper body strength to drag himself to the ropes, and Scott was forced to relinquish the hold after the mandatory four count.
Chance tried to get to his feet but his leg was hurting too much to make a go of it, and Scott capitalized by stomping the leg several times to get him back to the ground. Umeko was practically screaming for Chance to fight back, but after the challenger hung the champ’s leg on the bottom rope and slingshotted off the apron for a Senton onto it she quieted and seemed to be scheming once more.
Scott sized the situation up and seemed to come to a decision, he pulling the big man to his feet and dropping him with a Chinbreaker. He then followed that with a Gamengiri that sent Chance backing into the ropes, and he stumbled forward as the Scarlet Assassin bounced off the rfar ropes. Chance saw him coming and shouldered him over the ropes but he landed on his feet on the apron, Emmerson turning around just in time to receive a hard forearm to the jaw, Andrews kneeing him in the gut and slingshot ting as best he could over him to try for a Sunset Flip. Chance stood up a bit early, however, catching his legs and stumbling backward, nearly losing his balance before he turned and dropped Andrews but good with a thunderous Black Stripes! He dropped and covered before Andrews even stopped bouncing from the impact…
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Edison: Very close call there!
Chance punched the mat and got back up as well as he could, obviously still favoring his right knee. He pulled Scott to his feet and tried to end the match with a Tiger’s Heaven. Scott had it scouted, though, he kicking up and dropping Chance with a hard DDT, he bouncing back to his feet out of sheer instinct and readying his fingers to look like a gun before cocking it, signaling for an attempt at winning the Title!
He came in just as Chance was coming up, gauging the distance and taking two steps before delivering a Headshot square into Chance’s temple that sent him toppling over. Andrews wasted no time in turning him over and going for the cover…
1!
…2!
…3-NO!
Edison: Headshot, and the man kicks out! Is he even conscious?
McNally: If he knows where he is, he’s not feeling too well, of that I can assure you!
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