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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:41:07 GMT -5
BANG. The sound of steel on skull makes everyone’s blood run cold for a second; in his hurry to pin, Nick has tossed the chair aside and right into Reckless’ reach. With a cold smirk, Reckless smashes Alicia over the head before she can defend herself; she collapses, and Reckless immediately enters the ring, attacking Durden in similar fashion while Ruthless, looking more and more determined to break some body parts, rolls woozily to the outside.
McNally: One little mistake and it all turns around… the Rioters take the upper hand, and this looks really bad for Nick Durden, Eddie.
Reckless looks at the chair in his hands, and then throws it aside; as much as he relishes the metallic mayhem, he knows that the real victory can only be won through skill, and he sets about Durden with a series of kicks that work up the body and culminate in a sudden switch to an uppercut and a swift snap suplex. Durden is starting to tire from the relentless pace, but he returns fire as Reckless tries to put him in a headlock, battering his foe with punches to the chest and then abruptly switching to move behind his opponent for a Russian leg sweep. Reckless rolls sideways on landing, kips up and throws himself against the ropes; Durden ducks his charge, Reckless slides to a stop and swings around into a leaping roundhouse that clobbers Durden and sends him back against the ropes. Eyes gleaming, Reckless lives up to his name and charges; Nick comes off the ropes equally fiercely and it’s a train-wreck of a collision as they meet and take one another off their feet. The crowd is exhilarated by this, and they’re not alone.
Edison: Watch these two men go, that’s surely the meaning of passion!
McNally: I agree, the Rioters’ tactics to this point have been the lowest of the low, but they’re prepared to back it all up in the ring, and you’ve got to have a grudging respect for that. I still hope they get their comeuppance, though…
As Nick and Reckless continue to exchange strikes at a frightening speed, Ruthless has set up a ladder on the outside close to the ring. He goes to one of the chests, digs around and pulls out a long length of linked metal chain; it clanks as he climbs up to the top of the ladder, and coils one end around his thick forearm before tossing the other to Reckless, who has just succeeded in delivering a DDT to Nick. Smiling nastily, Reckless wraps the chain around Nick’s neck and under one arm; he pulls out a padlock from his pocket and uses this to secure the chain, and as Nick is fighting back to his feet, Ruthless takes in the slack leaving just enough so that the slightly dazed Nick isn’t quite aware of his situation. Reckless taunts Nick, who lashes out with a kick – and Ruthless quite literally yanks his chain, causing his shot to miss.
Nick becomes livid when he realizes what’s going on; he tries to get at Reckless, but Ruthless prevents him from reaching with even a single shot, and Reckless proceeds to kick seven bells out of his foe, attacking with impunity from the rear if Nick tries to turn around and get at Ruthless instead.
McNally: I suppose this is “ruthless efficiency”, but I don’t like it.
Edison: Max, did someone declare this as Pun Night and forget to tell me?
The crowd boos angrily; Reckless and Ruthless have Nick just where they want him… but they’ve taken their eye off the other element in this contest, and that’s always a risky course of action. It’s the sound that they hear first; a ripcord, a low buzz… and then the full throated roar of a small yet powerful petrol engine.
Some of the crowd know that sound; as Alicia stands up on the opposite side of the ring to the other three, the corner nearest to her goes completely berserk. And when she gets up on the turnbuckle and holds her new toy aloft, the rest of the arena follows suit.
Edison: OHHHHHHHHH YESSSSS! WEEDWHACKER! WEEDWHACKER!!
McNally: Technically, it’s a treetrimmer… aw, shoot, but who cares?!
Reckless spins around, and at once realizes the potential danger. He rushes toward Alicia, who is ready and jabs him back with the shielded end of the ‘whacker; Reckless stumbles, and taking a breath Alicia gets up fully on the turnbuckle and yells “OLD SCHOOL ACW!” before throwing the weedwhacker straight up in the air, spinning it like a long version of a cheerleader’s baton.
As the crowd watches open-mouthed, Alicia hops sidesways and springboards off into a somersault; she lands on her feet a couple of feet from Reckless, and as the weedwhacker falls back to the ring she catches it and drops to a single knee, swinging it backward with both hands and driving the shaft right up between Reckless’ legs. Reckless’ eyes pop out on stalks, and Alicia pulls the whacker back as she stands and twirls it around to clock Reckless across the side of the head, which basically takes the mechanical monster out of commission but succeeds in flooring her opponent. Throwing the defunct weapon well out of reach, Alicia goes for the pin, 1….2….-
Reckless kicks out, and the crowd is torn between watching the action in the ring or focusing on what’s now taking place on the outside. Nick has grabbed the chance afforded by Alicia’s distraction, and has dived out of the ring and climbed up the ladder to battle with Ruthless. The crowd yells as they trade punches; their swings get wilder, and the ladder starts to tip, which gives Nick an idea. He dazes Ruthless with a punch and then slips the chains off of him that have caused so much trouble, and seeing Reckless has just connected to Alicia with the Speed Kills (massive spear), he throws the chains over Ruthless and then turns to moonsault off of the ladder and break up Reckless’ pin at the 2.5 count.
McNally: Big save from Durden there!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:42:15 GMT -5
Ruthless, meanwhile, slides down the ladder and gets off of it before it can fall over. He discards the chains, and pulls the ladder down to a horizontal position as Reckless slides out of the ring with Alicia right behind him. Ruthless is quick enough to knock Alicia down with a swing of the ladder, and Reckless ducks under it and gets next to Ruthless as Alicia struggles to stand. Intending to run forward and crush her against the security barriers with the ladder, the Rioters await their moment – but Alicia rolls forward, sensing the danger, and passes under the ladder, popping up and sliding back into the ring. Instead of standing, she remains crouched close to the ropes; temporarily confused, the Rioters quickly lift the ladder up and over their heads to keep it between themselves and their opponents – and this plays straight into Nick’s hands as he dashes across the ring, steps up using Alicia’s back as a platform and launches off of the top rope into a stunning Blitzkreig (Poetry in Motion) that strikes the ladder and brings both the Rioters down, crushing them underneath it.
Edison: Daaaaannngerous!
McNally: We had to wait an unusually long time for that phrase of yours, Eddie, but in this case I concur entirely!
The crowd is loving this match, but as Nick battles back to his feet, it’s clear that it’s beginning to take a toll, and the Rioters aren’t looking as if they’re about to give up. Ruthless is the first of them up, and he blocks Nick’s path back to the ring, using a mighty big boot to send Nick back-first on to the fallen ladder. He continues to work over Nick as Reckless rolls into the ring; he and Alicia stare at one another, and then they move forward in the same instant and tie up, each with something to prove. Reckless is indeed a formidable opponent; Alicia is bleeding slightly from the chair shot earlier, and Reckless tries to target that injury; he uses a string of forearms that force Alicia to cover up, and when she does so, Reckless kicks her brutally in the knee and tries to wear away at her mobility with strikes to this area. Alicia grimaces, but uses her brain and draws Reckless toward the ropes; Reckless can’t resist going for a high-flying move, and when he brings Alicia down with an armdrag, he rushes to the ropes and springboards as she stands, perhaps going for a victory roll. Despite being fatigued, Alicia counters with a hair-raising dropkick and then grabs on to Reckless’ ankle as he hits the mat, turning him over in the Catch-22 (ankle lock).
McNally: Alicia trying to wrap this up with a submission, can Reckless hold out?
Reckless grits his teeth as Referee Donovan monitors the situation. On the outside, Ruthless and Nick have been battling ferociously, and with Nick having just suffered the Ruthless Aggression (running elbow), Ruthless takes hold of the dropped ladder and places it between the apron and the security barrier. He grabs Nick and tries to slam him on the ladder, but Nick struggles, gets free and drives Ruthless back through sheer anger against the ring post with a clang. As Ruthless shudders from the impact, Nick slides back into the ring; Reckless has just managed to reach the ropes and force Alicia to break her hold, and seeing Nick he kips up and jumps over the ropes, using the ladder to get out of striking range. Reckless smirks and calls to Ruthless – but that moment proves critical, as Nick changes direction, leaps up to the ropes and flattens Reckless with a springboard seated Senton.
Edison: Another incredible move from Nick, how much more of this can the Rioters take?
The crowd cranes in to see what’s going on as Nick rolls off of Reckless. His eyes sparkle as he looks to see if Reckless is out of it… but instead he hears a hollow laugh, and Reckless gets up, a little unsteady, but not defeated. Nothing is said, the crowd wouldn’t hear if it was… but Nick’s patience is wearing extremely thin, and Reckless continues to tear into Nick mentally with that smirk of his.
Reckless looks over at Ruthless, and then without a word the pair of them turn and start heading for the ramp to the entrance. The crowd is confused, and then starts booing; Nick’s face turns pale as death… and then scarlet red.
Edison: What’s going on? Are the Rioters quitting?
McNally: I don’t know, Eddie, this stinks of a façade to me…
Nick is clearly thinking the same thing. Every part of his body hurts; but it’s nothing compared to the agony of his mental state. If the Rioters walk out now… this nightmare may never be over.
He knows this time that he may be running into a trap; but Nick Durden runs after the Rioters anyway. He snatches up the metal pipe from much earlier lying to one side, and slams it against the ring post; the noise causes both Rioters to turn.
Nick holds his head up high. He can’t pretend that he doesn’t care what happens, but he emphatically demonstrates that he’s not afraid of the Rioters any longer. Reckless stares, and it’s a challenge that he can’t walk away from; everything he and Ruthless have been striving for now hangs on the outcome of this match.
He starts to walk back toward Nick, and the crowd begins a slow clap that gets faster, and faster – and as they get close Nick slides back into the ring where Alicia is waiting for him. The Rioters are over those ropes in the blink of an eye-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:42:44 GMT -5
And suddenly, the dogs of war are let slip. It’s impossible to follow everything that happens for the next few seconds as the two teams rip into one another; Alicia manages to hit Ruthless with a Harley Race Knee, and Ruthless rolls out of the ring as Alicia and Nick double-team Reckless. They double-powerbomb him, but the advantage is fleeting as Ruthless grabs one of the chests from ringside and empties the contents across the mat. All sorts of things are scattered, including a big box of thumbtacks; Ruthless snatches this and pours a carpet of them into one corner of the ring, and this sets things perfectly as Reckless spears Nick on to them. The crowd winces as Nick rolls Reckless over, punching him, and both men end up covered with tacks; they fall off easily but are still painful, and Reckless and Nick’s fighting becomes ever-more intense as Ruthless takes up a familiar aluminium bat. Alicia rolls aside as Ruthless swings; she snatches up a large spanner and uses the end of it to catch the bat, twisting it out of Ruthless’ hands.
McNally: It looks like Alicia wants to tighten Ruthless’ loose screws…
Edison: Don’t you mean tighten his nuts?
McNally: Now who’s using the bad puns, eh Eddie?
Alicia discards the spanner; she breathes deeply as Ruthless misses with a kick, and then pulls off the Fox Flip to deposit Ruthless amongst the metal mess. Seeing Reckless and Nick brawling, she realizes that no one involved in the match can stand up to much more punishment; her head throbs, and as she sees Reckless hit the Recked Neck and ascend the turnbuckle, she decides to gamble to try and end this marathon metal-fest.
She dashes over and gets on the second rope, pulling Reckless off to a sitting position. She and Reckless struggle until Alicia sneaks in a cuffing blow to the head; she turns Reckless around so he faces away from the ring, and then lifts him on to her shoulders from this position.
Edison: What’s this?
McNally: Something big, keep your eyes on that ring!
Nick moves up behind Alicia with an assuredness that shows he and Alicia have planned this beforehand. He carefully gets her on his shoulders, and then stands, somehow supporting the combined weight of two people. He steps backward, and then lets the whole thing fall backward in as controlled a manner as he can…
McNally: An elevated Reversal of Fortune!
Edison: Wooooow! Here’s the count!
Reckless is trapped and stunned by the drop; Alicia holds the pin as Donovan counts, 1……2….-
McNally: Broken, by Ruthless!
Ruthless steams in, more like a machine than a man; he kicks Alicia in the head, further opening her wounded head, and then chokeslams Durden on to the thumbtacks which are now everywhere. Reckless isn’t smiling any longer; nothing except complete destruction will satisfy him now, and he roars at Ruthless to hold on to Durden as he retrieves one of the many chairs, sets it up, and scatters thumbtacks all over it. The crowd is yelling, but now it’s with concern, even fear; Nick struggles, but tiredness has taken its toll, and Reckless practically hisses with morbid pleasure as he hooks his arms under Durden’s from behind and performs the Shreaking Pain, smashing his opponent face-first on to the chair and tacks.
Durnen drops off, and lies completely still. Reckless doesn’t pin; he wants to enjoy this moment a little longer, and the crowd boos as he paces around, almost giggling with barely-sane pleasure.
Edison: This… this has gone too far.
McNally: I agree, this match needs to be stopped-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:43:07 GMT -5
But it’s McNally who stops; Reckless is staring across over Durden’s prone form, to where Alicia is standing. She pushes her hair back out of her face, and locks eyes with her opponents; she’s not done, and the crowd’s sound starts to rise. Reckless and Ruthless both twitch… and then both move at once, recognizing something in that gaze that they have to overcome at all costs. But Alicia pulls out all the stops, twisting and twirling as she dodges to plant blows on both her opponents in turn and then ducking at a pivotal moment so they end up punching one another. Reckless staggers back, and Alicia strikes with a mighty Gamengiri; as she drops to the mat, she lands next to where Durden is still well and truly out of it.
Alicia glances at his face; his eyes are almost shut… but not quite, and Alicia realizes that there might be a chance to achieve her ultimate goal yet…
I hear a voice. I recognize it, though I somehow can’t place it. Is it Alicia? Could it be Renix? Or something deeper entirely?
“Ten seconds, Nick. Then, it’s your decision…your choice.”
I start to count, backwards. Ten…Nine…
Reckless is seething with rage; he roars at Ruthless, who lunges and catches Alicia with a huge punch. She staggers, and Reckless almost loses it; chair in hand, he strikes Alicia in the back as Ruthless prevents her from escaping.
Eight….Seven…Six…Five…
Alicia’s world is spinning, but she refuses to fall, and Reckless takes one more almighty swing, straight at her head. It connects, but Alicia throws an arm up and kicks backward, sending Reckless on to his back and causing him to lose his chair over the side of the ring. Four…Three…
With the fans going mental, Alicia puts everything into the mother of all EMPs, and Ruthless can do nothing to block it. He collapses, and Alicia gives a half smile before dropping next to him, her last energy spent.
Two…One…
Reckless stands up to find himself alone. He smirks and raises his arms, victorious… and then is hit by a wall of sound. He feels something he hasn’t felt in a long, long time as he turns… fear.
Nick moves like lightning and performs the STT (Space Tornado Throwdown – claw-hold STO) before Reckless can fully comprehend what’s happening. The back of his head is driven into the mat, and Nick shifts into a sitting, mounted position.
The amount of energy he pours out is terrifying; Nick punches Reckless too many times to count, and Reckless is powerless to protect himself. He slumps back and his shoulders touch the mat, at which point referee Donovan decides that it really is the end; rather than waste time with a count, he calls at once for the bell. It rings, and Philip calls out the official result.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to a referee stoppage, here are your winners… Alicia Laureano and Nick Durden!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:44:13 GMT -5
DING, DING, DING!
The melody of the bell does nothing to assuage my fury. Time and time again do I raise my fists high into the sky, only to drive them in a piston-like motion down on top of Reckless’ face with unrelenting rage.
DING, DING, DING!
A short wave of endorphins floods my body as I feel Reckless’ finally crack under the merciless torrent of blows that continues to rain down upon him. The jet of blood that spurts from his nose only acts to fuel my ire. Despite the thunderous din of the crowd cheering for the carnage, the only sound ringing through my ears is the sickening thud of Reckless’ head slamming into the mat over and over again. It’s one of those sounds that normally acts to tie a stomach in knots, but tonight it’s music to my ears, further urging the butchery taking place at my hands. Slowly but surely, though, fatigue begins to weigh down my limbs as my strikes begin to gradually lose their ferocity.
I allow myself the briefest of respites. As I continue to viciously force giant gasps of air in and out of my lungs, a faint glimmer in the corner of my eye catches my interest. Jerking my head toward the direction of the flicker, I catch sight of the item of interest: a menacing metal spike. The corners of my mouth shoot high into the air as countless wicked intentions race through my head at a breakneck pace. Rising to my feet, I make my march toward the weapon. The clamor of the audience grows even more fervent as the potential for bloodshed just skyrocketed.
I drag myself to the weapon in question and snatch it into my cold grip. I hold it up to the blinding light of the rafters yet again, entrancing myself with the gleam of the spotlights on the cold steel. I amble back to Reckless and reposition myself into the seated mount. As I raise the spike high up into the air, there arises an even more raucous commotion in the sea of fans…
The noise which Nick interprets as support is in fact much more mixed; the crowd is shocked by the ferocity of his attack, and a few people are heard shouting “stop!”, But then something even more astonishing happens; a figure appears on the ramp, running toward the ring, her hair flowing behind her…
I turn my head toward the entrance ramp only to see Renix Williams, rushing down the entryway. Once she does enter the ring, though, she slows her pace considerably, approaching me with great trepidation.
The crowd is totally focused on the scene in front of them as Renix walks closer. She seems to be talking.
It’s impossible to hear exactly what she’s saying over all the chaos that assails me from all sides, but I am able to make out one statement. Something to the effect of “Don’t become them.” It’s then when I realize she’s right. She’s been right about this all along. To exact revenge now would mean becoming the very monster I had tortured myself to vanquish. My grip on the spike falters, eventually allowing it to plummet back to the mat. My vision blurs as a potential deluge of tears wells up in my eyes. It’s difficult to describe what I feel next. It’s like my sense of meaning is leaking out. I had committed the last month to serving justice to these infidels. Now that it was all over, what do I have left to fight for?
It is incredibly telling that, after all the carnage, the one thing that really shakes the crowd emotionally is the sight of tears from Nick Durden. Renix allows her own tears to flow, too; and the vicarious thrill of bloodshed is replaced in the fans by a far deeper and more satisfying one…
I rise up to dismount Reckless and attempt to make my way out of the ring. I barely get to the ropes before collapsing to my knees, the mere welling of tears becoming all-out bawling at this point. I feel a warm touch on my shoulder. It’s an unmistakable touch, one that comes from the hands of only one woman. Eventually, I feel Renix kneel down to my side and cradle my head next to her chest. I sit there for what seems like eternity. Eyes stinging and nose running, a broken heap, desperately reaching for breath under the heaving sobs, cradled next to the heart of my savior.
Nick is completely oblivious to the cheering that has broken out all around him. The result of the match is not what matters; it never was. There is little that can be added to a scene such as this, and so as Renix continues to comfort Nick, the EMTs can be seen hurrying to attend to the other participants as the show cuts to a much needed break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:50:44 GMT -5
Segment: "Major Suggestion" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The scene shifts to Rattlesnake standing outside of Chairman Gingerdude's office, like he had done on Warfare just 6 days ago. He walks inside and sees Ginger sitting behind his desk.
Gingerdude: Ahh, Rattlesnake, what brings you here?
Rattlesnake: You saw what happened to me on Warfare. I want retribution for this!
Gingerdude: Well, I can't offer you that. You do have your title shot at Chance through a mere technicality. You just happened to find a loophole that we had overlooked. Don't think your chances are going to be good tonight.
Rattlesnake grumbles. He didn't exactly like that being pointed out to him.
Gingerdude: But I can see that you won't be easily appeased in this case.
Rattlesnake: Damn right! I know exactly what I want. I just want to have something else to pave the way for what I want.
Gingerdude: So what is it that you want? I might be able to do something for you.
Rattlesnake thinks for a second. This could be the one chance where he puts the advantage into his hands. But how? How could he possibly do this?
Rattlesnake: Since I used my title shot, I can name any stipulations to the match that I want, correct?
Gingerdude: I don't know. Let me check it out real quick.
Ginger grabs the contract and looks it over, determined to find something that would shed light upon this subject. Finally he looks up at Rattlesnake.
Gingerdude: There's nothing in here that says you can't do that. What kind of stipulation do you want?
Rattlesnake paused. He hadn't thought of one. He was taken by surprise...but just a little. He didn't expect for this to happen.
So what could he pick? What could he possibly choose to put things into his favor?
And then it hit him. He knew the perfect stipulation. He whispered it to Ginger and Ginger nodded.
Gingerdude: An excellent choice. It should provide an interesting match tonight and it'll be good for business. You've got yourself a match. Now get out of my office. I have matters that need to be attended to.
Rattlesnake nods appreciatively.
Rattlesnake: Absolutely. And who knows? The next time you see me, I could very well be the World Champion.
Rattlesnake leaves Ginger's office, but the camera shifts over to Ginger.
Gingerdude: Not a chance in hell.
The scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:51:23 GMT -5
Segment: They Don’t Have A Word For That? (Credit: Jake Cheng)
There are many different kinds of promos. Interviews, shoots, confrontations and some more kinds. And there are many ways to do them. Maybe you’ll dig into the past of your opponent. Maybe you could just try to be cocky and egotistical as possible so you don’t look afraid. And the promos could be from virtually anywhere. Locker rooms, bars, the ring and even the clichéd dark room. Speaking of the devil, here we are.
A bright light shines from in front of the camera, casting the silhouette of the person turning it on to be the only other detail visible from the camera. He gets real close in, but still not details can be seen from the face that takes up most of the shot.
Voice *whispering*: Tonight, is the chance of a lifetime. The title is in my grasp. I feel the gold as I extend my fingers to brush up against the title. I can’t jump to get it because I could fall and I don’t want to have to climb all the way back up. Inching so slowly I start to wonder if I’ll make it all. I put my arm down and start to look around. I see other mountains close by a couple being taller than the one I am on. People climb those mountains too.
The silhouette wipes his mouth.
Voice: Those people look like they have been climbing much longer than I have been, the sweat pouring off of them. But they haven’t. I’ve climbed those mountains before, and got to where they did. Only problem was that I fell. And then I tried to climb a different mountain. And got to the top. But when I was looking I got pushed off. So here I am again. And I’m learning from my mistakes.
His voice starts to raise, and now he is talking regularly.
Voice: It took my six months to climb this mountain the first time, but I was distracted. There was another mountain that I was trying to climb at the same time. It used to be over there, but now it is just a pile of rubble. People have been trying to rebuild, but to no avail. That mountain was special, no one person could climb it alone. I climbed it with a good friend, and we made it. But it was short lived. We tried to climb it again, only halfway up, my friend told me I was holding him back. So I came back to this mountain.
And was the weak link again, except this time I was alone. I was close to the top, when someone would come and stop me. Persistent I was. But then some dynamite went off and I fell again.
Dynamite, oh you sly dog. Cookie to anyone who gets it. Or to anyone who reads this far. I have a lot of cookies this time. And I’ll probably have a lot left over. </Depressing chatter>
Voice: I eventually did it, I made it to the top. Until I was thrown from the mountain. I never thought I would get back up. The path seemed different then before. It was harder. Someone changed the mountain, and the gods weren’t too happy. I was put back on top the mountain. Until I got lazy and underestimated the guy who worked hard to climb up as I floated to the top. Then I decided to leave the mountain alone. I ventured around until I wound up here again and successfully made it to the top for a third time. And then I was tricked. Since then I just laid there at the bottom. I was given a chance to get back up and even got some help by my good friend who turned on me years ago.
The light turns on and Stan’s face is seen in the lens. Stan’s pupils are still wide open from the darkness and he reels back as his eyes needs to adjust to the newly turned on light. He covers his eyes and jumps out of the chair and turns the light behind him off. The chair falls over and knocks the camera over.
Jake Cheng’s upper body comes into view as he picks up the camera and moves it to the other side of the room, giving a good angle of the argument.
Jake: Stan, what are you doing?
Stan puts his arms down and gets an angry look on his face. Defensive.
Stan: I was doing you a favor. When was the last time you were on ACW TV? Doing something besides wrestling? Too long to remember? Jake there is no way you will win tonight if you just sit back and see how long the ride will take you.
Jake: Actually...
Stan: Actually nothing, you need...
Jake: Actually something. It was this bitch I was dating. But she’s gone. It’s all good.
Stan: Oh. Man, I had a good rant going.
Stan extends his hand and Jake reaches out and the friends shake.
Jake: So how did you plan on finishing that anyway. I mean you had it going, I should let you write my stuff from now on.
Stan: Heh, thanks. I probably would finish it like ahem...tonight I become the Trinity Plus One or something to that effect.
Jake: Man, that name is lame. They don’t have a word for that? I need a cool new nickname if I win. Are you sure there isn’t one? That sucks!
Jake continues as he exits from the small room. Stan shakes his head and grabs the camera before following his friend.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:52:15 GMT -5
Match 4: Bed of Roses Match Scott Andrews vs. Alexander Starkweather (Credit: Scott) Bloody Valentine has been a very eventful night so far, but up next will be he culmination of a months worth of agony for one man vying for justice and demanding answers from his antagonistic foe, Alexander Starkweather. Will Scott finally get his revenge? Or will Starkweather furthermore leave his mark on ACW’s elite?Philip stands by.Philip: This next match is a Bed Of Roses Match! The crowd are pumped up to see this brutal match as they can see the barbed wire board lying still on the outside.Philip: In this match there is No Disqualifications and the winner is the first to make his opponent submit, or pin them for a three count! Introducing first… “Descending” begins to play across the arena and the far-away sounds of Starkweather’s entrance are accompanied by the silhouette of a figure cast onto the jumbo-tron. At the very crescendo of the intro a slow-motion shot of Starkweather's attack on Rattlesnake (the Double Stomp off the stage) is shown in slow motion while a deep, guttural voice says "Live or die... Make your choice." At the moment of impact the song begins in earnest, and Starkweather takes the stage wearing his smiley face mask before heading down to the ring amidst a sea of boos.Philip: …from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the International Champion, Alexander STAAARKWEATHAAAAAR! Starkweather makes his way to the ring in his usual manner; unperturbed and ready for a battle. He enters the ring and removes his mask and his SWAT vest while dropping his title to the ring assistant.The lights go out as a red tint fills over the entire arena.“A NEW LIFE BEGINS!”“Destroy Everything” begins to play across the audio system. Scott Andrews walks out to a huge pop from the fans.Philip: And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 233 pounds, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable, Scott AAAAANDREEEEWWWSSSS! He strolls onto the entrance ramp with a look of intensity on his face and raises his arm as Philip mentions his name. Jessie is seen behind him holding ‘Lucy’ as she cautiously follows her partner towards the demented doctor. He continues walking just past the main part of the ramp he stops and performs a Goldberg-esque ramp taunt, throwing air punches and kicks while red pyros boom behind until his flurry of shadow strikes end. Scott keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet. Jessie stays on the outside as she is mesmerized by the vicious looking barbed wire board. Climbing the turnbuckle, Scott looks into the audience and raises one arm rapidly whilst yelling inaudible, yet obviously 'psyche up' comments. He jumps down and wastes no time in removing his jacket and staring straight at his smirking opponent.DING! DING! DING!Scott doesn’t bother with a handshake for this battle, he knows where Starkweather stands already. The two men look at each other, and then to the barbed wire board on the outside. They know it will be the key weapon to finishing the other off in this bout.
They circle each other before attempting kicks to feel each other out. Scott lands a kick to Starks chest, almost taking him off his feet, but Stark is quick enough to catch the leg and go for a KneeDT. Unfortunately for Starkweather, Scott sees this coming and counters the KneeDT into a Reload, sending Stark to the mat.McNally: Scott gets this match underway with his patented Reload kick! He follows up by a quick pin attempt, only getting a one count.Edison: Not even close there, Andrews, better luck next time. Scott lifts Stark to his feet and whips him against the ropes. Starkweather rebounds and counters a clothesline attempt from Scott into a Crucifix Headscissors takeover, sending Scott to the mat. Starkweather follows up with a pin attempt of his own, but like Scott, only gets a one count. Jessie watches from the outside as Starkweather applies an STF to wear his opponent down. She yells out to Scott, trying to give him some moral support. He reacts. She further motivates him and this seems to do the trick as he slowly crawls forward, yelling in pain as Starkweather pulls back on the neck.McNally: Looks like Jessie has given Scott the added support he needs to get out of that situation, Eddy. Edison: She can motivate me any day, Max. McNally: … Scott finally reaches the ropes but doesn’t let go. This is No Disqualifications rules. He continues to torque Scott’s neck backwards, but Scott has had enough. He wriggles and squirms to escape the hold, and eventually his thrashing pays off as Stark’s grip is loosened long enough for Scott to raise himself up on both arms, as if in the peak of a press-up, and roll sideways to completely escape the submission hold.
Even after escaping it seems the move has taken it’s toll as Scott grabs at his neck and rolls it side to side. Starkweather doesn’t take long to react as he tries to go in for another submission; this time, a triangle hold.
Scott will have nothing of it, and as Stark grabs his arm, he pulls him down and rolls him up in a cradle pin for a long two count. The crowd sigh as his shoulders come off the mat.McNally: Cradle pin gets the long two count! Almost had him there! Both men roll away from the pin and get to their feet. Scott rushes at Stark and clotheslines him over the top rope. The crowd cheer as he taunts Stark with his “gun taunt”, “shooting” him over the top rope. And as Starkweather gets to his feet, that’s exactly what Scott does; he shoots over the top rope with a Corkscrew Plancha, leaving both men on the mats, conveniently right next to the board of barbed wire.
Both men seem to be beginning to tire, but they come together and exchange fists after getting themselves off the ground. Back and forward they continue until Starkweather blocks a punch and launches with a rapid fire Step-Up Enziguiri. Scott “Flair Flops” to the mats and this gives Starkweather the perfect opportunity to use the centerpiece of the match.
He drags it towards an almost motionless Scott Andrews and places his head just on top of the board, lightly enough as to reserve the real pain for whatever he is about to attempt.
Starkweather entangles Scott’s legs in an Indian Deathlock and the fans suspect the worst for Andrews. Stark kicks Scott in the ribs, forcing his arms to move backwards. Stark grabs a hold of one arm, but the other escapes his grasp. Scott, with all his might, pushes upwards, tipping Starkweather off balance enough for him to fall backwards and deny the ever dangerous curb stomp.McNally: That could have been the first “Dangerous!” call of the match, huh, Eddy? Edison: Leave the “Dangerous” calls to me, please. You just do your play-by-play. Starkweather, not satisfied with that attempt goes under the ring to find something else to play with, and when he pulls out a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire the crowd go wild. Scott has just about gotten to his feet when Starkweather launches the chair towards him. He ducks, rolling to the side to avoid injury. Scott then moves to the nearest ring post, and as Stark swings, Scott ducks again, sending the chair crashing off the ring post and sending shock waves through the hands of Starkweather.
Scott picks the chair up, much to the fans delight. He swings the chair at Starks head; the assassin is an excellent marksman. He hits his opponent in the head, sending him to the mat. The camera angle changes to reveal that Alexander has been busted wide open with a cut across his forehead. Blood drips down his face, but he sits up slowly and smirks at Scott. Scott waits for Starkweather to get to his feet before attempting another shot. He lifts the chair and brings it down, but Starkweather kicks it back into his face. The result; a bleeding head.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:53:57 GMT -5
McNally: With both men leaking their inner juices all over the show, it won’t be long before they run out of gas!
Starkweather rolls Scott into the ring before lifting the board and sliding it in after him. He moves it near the turnbuckle in some attempt to bring more destruction, no doubt.
Scott uses the ropes for leverage as he begins to stand. Stark kicks him in the ribs causing him to double over. He grabs him by the head and drags him closer to the board. He goes to lift him up, but Scott counters with an elbow to Starks head. He then lifts Stark onto his shoulders and spins him right on top of the barbed wire board with an Assassination. The crowd wince and cheer at the same time as Starks body hits the meat ripping surface.
McNally: OH MY GOD!
The crowd continue to cheer as Stark rolls off the board. Scott sees an opportunity and heads to the turnbuckle.
Starkweather is slowly reaching his feet, his stomach and chest bleeding from various tears in the tissue, but Scott is in a good position to attempt one of his signature moves as he reaches the top turnbuckle. He signals for the Heatseeker (Shalimarti) with his DDP-esque taunt, and even with his amount of blood loss so far he is able to ignite some of his charisma and get the crowd pumped for what looks to be a nasty spot.
Stark is up and as he turns around, Scott launches, but he moves at the last second and Scott goes back first onto the barbed wire board!
Edison: DAAAANNGEROOOOUUUUUUSSSS!!!
Scott sits up in shock, arching his back as he bleeds from various small holes and gashes. His eyes widen however as Starkweather runs the ropes and delivers a lightning leg lariat to Scott, sending him back down onto the board.
McNally: Scott is really taking a great deal of punishment tonight, and that just added another line to the tally!
Edison: They’re both in hell, Max. I’d hate to be in this environment!
Jessie looks concerned as Scott bleeds on the canvas. Both men are bleeding profusely, but neither will give up just yet. They both have their motivation.
As Stark rolls out of the ring to grab the barbed wire chair, Jessie raises ‘Lucy’ above her head and yells at Stark to put the chair down. He smirks and swings it at her, knocking the bat out of her hands. She cowers backwards as he advances towards her. Scott is up and leaning over the ropes as he sees Starkweather drop the chair and grab Jessie by arm, pulling her towards himself. He gets her in a headlock and makes a gun with his hand mimicking his opponent. He puts it to Jessie’s head, and at that moment, Scott’s face turns a bitter red. He yells at the top of his lungs and begins shaking the ropes.
Edison: FURY MODE! ENGAGE!
Starkweather has done what he set out to do; make Scott lose his cool. Scott gets out of the ring and chases Starkweather as fast as either man can run in their current state. Stark rolls back into the ring and the moment Scott rolls back in, Stark is on the attack again. He latches onto Scott, but Scott’s adrenaline aids him in un-attaching his foe and instead whipping him into the ropes. As Starkweather rebounds, Scott runs the opposite ropes, and as they meet in the middle, Scott unleashes an almighty Lariat sending Starkweather head over heels with a complete backwards somersault, landing on his stomach. The crowd cheer as their hero builds momentum.
He lifts Starkweather and whips him into the turnbuckle and follows up with a rushing Shining Wizard in the corner. Starkweather slumps to the ground as the crowd cheer on Scott. His rush of adrenaline seems to wearing off as his motion slows down and he becomes more sluggish. He drops to the mat and rolls to the outside. He pulls the board out with him.
McNally: What’s Scott planning here?
Scott preps the board up between the apron and the guardrail before getting back into the ring. He lifts Stark onto the turnbuckle in a backdrop fashion, legs first facing the outside. Scott then climbs the ropes and puts Starks head in a standing head scissors. The crowd are on their feet as Scott raises one arm; if he’s about to pull off what everyone thinks he is, no-one’s getting out unscathed.
He underhooks the arms of Starkweather and turns slightly towards the outside, facing the board. Stark begins struggling however and
Stark finishes his preparations by placing Scott on the board. He hits him a few times to make sure he stays down. He then moves towards the nearest turnbuckle and begins to climb it. Once at the top, he turns and looks down on his opponent. He smirks before readying himself, but before he can jump, Scott rolls off the board, much to the dismay of the bloodthirsty crowd.
Starkweather hops down as Scott enters the ring. The two begin to brawl, throwing elbows and forearms until Scott catches one of Starks forearms and bends it in a keylock type hold, forcing him to bend backwards. Scott then lets go and immediately grabs him for a backbreaker, which he delivers before moving onto a move in which has not been seen for a good long while; Reassuring the Kill MK III. He tosses Stark over the ropes and onto the barbed wire board. The board breaks in half.
Edison: DAANNNGEERRROOOOUUUUSS!
McNally: God almighty, what destruction! Starkweather has been broken in two on the outside!
Scott is on his knees, the blood loss taking its toll on him. He looks out to the outside and sees the carnage; broken boards, barbed wire, and the broken body of Alexander Starkweather. This is his best chance to put away this maniac. He crawls to the outside and attempts to drag Starkweather towards the ring to get him in a better position to pin him. Stark looks barely awake, perhaps a slight concussion.
Scott rolls Stark into the ring and begins to get himself onto the apron. He reaches through the second rope to try and grab the barbed wire chair that lies only inches away.
Stark sees this perfect opportunity and even in his fatigued state he manages to grab Scott and hit the deadly Relapse II right onto the barbed wire wrapped steel chair!
Edison: I don’t think I need to say anything, really…Ah, who am I kidding? DAAAAAAAANGEROOOOUUUUUUUSSSS!!!
McNally: He’s applying the Sensory Deprivation!
Scott looks to be knocked out as he does not try to escape the deadly submission of Starkweather. He locks the submission in and demands that Scott tap out. However, Scott does nothing and continues to allow his adversary to apply his hold. After around thirty seconds the referee decides to end the match due to Scott passing out.
DING! DING! DING!
Philip: And the winner of the match due to his opponent passing out, Alexander STAAARKWEATHEEAAARR!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:54:47 GMT -5
The bell rang.
The crowd was ecstatic. I’m talking rabid. The match they’d just seen was one of a long chain of bloody bouts, deathmatches, for one of the men involved. A man who had scars, many scars now, from what he had been doing in the squared circle. His theme music blared over the speakers, the stagehands did their best to mop up the blood and move the broken and splintered barbed-wire away form the ring to get ready for the next match.
Blood trickled from his body wounds with every beat of his heart; it stiffened up and coagulated on his skin and pants when it was exposed to the air for too long. He stumbled over to the turnbuckle, his head throbbing from the little nicks and scrapes and a particular welt over his right eye that pulsed with pain every time he moved. He drooped his head and just tried to breathe correctly before he turned to the timekeeper and requested a microphone, he handed it to him and Starkweather breathed hard for a few seconds before his music died down. He moved his hair out of the way; it matted and clumped with blood, and raised the microphone to his lips.
Starkweather: Stop… Cheering.
The crowd quieted somewhat as he leaned his weight on the top rope, blinking twice before he continued to clear his vision.
Stark: What you just saw… Was not something to cheer for. It wasn’t… Something a sane person would pay money to see. It wasn’t a match… It was a snuff film. It was a horror movie. It was the very… Antithesis of what men should do in this ring. Moreover, you people… You people CHEER. You people chant things like “best match ever” and “holy shit” and “this is awesome.” It digusts… Me. I put my career, my livelihood on the line for you people and you don’t care. You’re already ready for the next bloody spectacle, like the mob in the Roman coliseum. You don’t care for what I’ve been through, you don’t care about what HE’s been through here tonight… You don’t care about anything but your precious instant gratification. The here and the now, the spatter of blood and the screams of pain, limbs twisted in ways they’re not meant to go all for YOUR entertainment.
He stood up, out of the corner, walking with slightly unsteady feet toward the middle of the ring. Every word, every syllable from his lips strengthened him, it seemed, he drew power from the power his words were conveying.
Stark: I will not work purely for YOUR entertainment any longer. I will not put my life on the line in this ring, I will not, I refuse to pander to the lowest common denominator any more. I will NOT shorten my life by years at a time for any reasons but my own any more, I will NOT shorten my life by leaps and bounds simply because it is what I am supposed to do. What I will do, however, is make sure that my hopes, MY dreams, MY aspirations come to life. I will lay down every devil that I raise, I will never know true defeat. You wonder why I wrestle men like Brimstone? You wonder why I wrestle men like Scott Andrews for no reason other than boredom? I wouldn’t expect many of you to have even seen my war of attrition being waged on Alpha Championship Wrestling. And a war it is. A war that will not be won by some posing, smirking attaboy with a cowboy hat and a baseball bat. The war will not be won by some bottle-blonde “technician,” and I use that term loosely, who will always and forever choke under stress. The war will NOT be won by an egomaniacal hip-hop artist who laughingly thinks that he’s a worthwhile wrestler. The war will be won by a man whose conscience is clear in everything that he does, by a man that has shown time and time again that he is perfectly capable of conquering anyone and anything put in his path. In one way or another. It was I who masterminded the current World Champion’s recent troubles, it was I who drove him near madness to bring his wrath down on a young woman who may never live a normal life again, it was I who made every last one of you look left while I went right. And all it took, all it took was a simple feint. To enter a blood feud with someone I didn’t know. That’s how easy it is to fool you all. The empire of ACW and its people have become apathetic, they’ve become content in their own mediocrity. No one tries anymore!
He walked from one rope to the other slowly, not so much paying attention to the audience as to the stream of barely controlled rage that poured out of him.
Stark: Everyone genuinely believes that they are the single greatest wrestler on the face of the Earth in this place. Not me. I do what I have been trained to do, I am exceptionally good at it, but to prove that I am the best is NOT the point. The point is to break this place down. Level it… To the FOUNDATION.
He made a sweeping gesture with one hand, then brought his fist in quickly to pound his chest with his next sentence.
Stark: I will play like Nero! While Rome burns around me!
He paused for a moment, eyes glinting, hard, steely.
Stark: As I’ve said before… In old times, mothers would tell their children to behave. They would tell them… Hannibal was at the gates. He wasn’t, of course, but the mere mention of a tactical genius and conqueror such as he was enough to quell even the most rebellious child. But… Hannibal is at the gates, dear children. You look upon him now, you see him for what he is. You may cower in your halls, in your Senatorial houses, but it will all be in vain. Hannibal is at the gates. I don’t need this…
He stopped and took a sidestep to gather up his International Title, looking down at it for a moment before holding it up to the side.
Stark: I don’t. Need. This. This is a lead weight around my neck. This is a bullseye on my back. This attracts the buzzards, the vultures, the very cockroaches that swarm toward the glimmer of gold. And I will not bear this weight anymore. I will not sit inside of this gilded cage and see those opportunistic parasites try and take something by any means necessary. I will move on, and whoever makes the decisions can do whatever they like with this empty title.
He tossed the belt to the side and spat on the mat, tossing the microphone away and rolling out of the ring. He walked up the ramp, limping slightly, weary shoulders slumped down, his theme music not starting again. The wax and wane of the crowd’s noise was evidence enough of their confusion about his words, but a steady low disapproving murmur raced over the crowd as he got to the stage and pushed through the curtain to the back.
Fade.
OOC: Ending events credit goes to Starkweather.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:56:16 GMT -5
Segment: 199 down - 1 more to go (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens up, for the second time tonight prior to his match the ACW fans are graced by the presence of BK London as he stands by with male interviewer, and the self-proclaimed LEADING interviewer, Kevin Anderson.
Kevin: Kevin Anderson here, and we're standing next to the man who not only in a few minutes will be challenging for the Light Heavyweight Championship, but who will be participating in his 200th match in ACW toda-
BK: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I know we have an interview at hand, but I've just got to get a little something out of the way.
Kevin: Wha- What's up BK?
BK: It's the little thing of on Warfare earlier this week, you called yourself the LEADING ACW interviewer. What makes YOU think YOU'RE the leading ACW Interviewer huh?
Kevin: Well uh - you see - Charl- umm...
??: What's that?
Kevin looks behind him, and now walking into the scene is Charlotte King - ACW's female interviewer. He now discovers that he's between a rock and a really hard place.
Charlotte: You care to explain that Kevin? You care to explain why you're dubbing YOURSELF the lead interviewer?
Kevin: Well uhh - BYE!
Kevin turns around and looks to run away but - THWACK - Shades of Michaels right to Kevin's chin. Charlotte bends over and grabs the mic out of his hand while smiliing.
Charlotte: Why thank you Kevin, you're so kind. Now BK, Light Heavyweight Championship - 200th match - are you ready for it?
BK: I'm as ready as I can be. I'm ready to do what I do best out there, and that's putting on a show stealing performance. Tonight, I go out there and add a new tag under my name - right under two time world champion, international champion, entertainment champion, and tag team champion...and that's two - time light heavyweight champion! WOOOOO!!!!
Obviously pumped for this match, BK starts nature boy strutting across the screen - heading to the stage and the crowd can't wait for this contest to begin. As the segment fades out, they get a close up of Kevin Anderson who is still laid out cold.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:57:15 GMT -5
Segment - Exceptional (Credit: ??)
The camera cuts to a wide view of the arena where fans can be seen fidgeting and cheering waiting for the next match to begin. All of a sudden the lights dim and the arena is cast into a monochrome light. The alphatron begins to glow and a single word begins to fade in:
Exception
The fans are not quite sure what to make of this peculiar word appearing out of nowhere, but most are seemingly captivated by its sudden appearance. As the word on the screen fades away a new string of words appear:
A man once lost has found himself
Audio begins to fill the arena perplexing fans evermore. The sound is faint at first but begins to get louder and louder, the entire arena now listens intently:
Certain events in our lives can cause us to question ourselves, who we really are. Sometimes one may feel they truly know where they stand in their life; however certain events may cause them to question who they are as a person. Such events took place in my life when I first came to ACW out of the small time backyard wrestling fed I previously resided in. I admit, I was cocky but the first couple of matches triggered something inside me, an inner questioning, a need to find myself.
So I took off, unannounced. Seemingly falling off the face of the earth as some would put it. A few may have questioned where I went, but more than a few have since forgotten my name. To a far distant land I went, training day and night honing my skills, learning new techniques, and gaining a new self confidence. Soon I will be back…soon the memory of my existence will be a memory no more.
The audio cuts off quickly and the arena is cast into pitch black just as quick. The alphatron begins to glow again with the words:
Expect the unexpected…
These words begin to flash, faster and faster until finally cutting off completely. The arena is now in silence as the crowd waits in baited breath for things to return to normal. Suddenly a tremendous explosion rocks the arena as the lights come back on full force. After the smoke clears from the explosion a ladder can be seen in the ring, leaving some wondering of it’s meaning, and leaving others already knowing what’s coming.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 15:59:59 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Light Heavyweight Title Match BK London vs Kudo Yasuda vs Jake Cheng (Credit: BK) Phillip: This match is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ACW Light Heavyweight Championship... The crowd cheers as they can't wait for this match to get on it's way.Phillip: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 231lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, B-K London! The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 3 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He looks from side to side, surveying the audience before making his way down the ramp. Upon hitting the bottom of the rampway, the cameras get a shot directly in front of him and he does his signature *BK Pose* and the pyro shoots up behind him. His pace then quickens as he slides into the ring and makes his way toward the middle turnbuckle where he perches himself to strike another BK pose. He steps down soon enough and waits for his opponent to make their way to the ring.Phillip: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 197lbs, from Hong Kong, China, Jake Cheng! "Hero" By Divinefire sounds throughout the arena and the crowd cheers for the second member of Top Draw to make his way onto the stage. He is hyped for this match and he runs down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans in the front row before hopping up on the apron and stepping into the ring. He hops up on the adjacent top rope and poses for the fans.Phillip: And finally, weighing in at 205lbs, from Kyoto, Japan, he is the Light Heavyweight Champion, Kudo Yasuda! "Poison" sounds through the arena and the champion steps through the curtain with the Light Heavyweight Championship fastened around his waist. He is met by a chorus of boos from the crowd but pays no attention to them upon entering the ring. He hands Referee Joey Reynolds the Light Heavyweight Belt, and he raises the belt over his head signalling it's on the line before handing it to the time keeper.As the bell sounds, all three men slowly walk to the center of the ring not seeming to be in a rush to start off this highly anticipated contest. They begin to exchange glances, knowing full well what's at stake in this match and without any warning, BK London and Jake Cheng begin to take it to the current Light Heavyweight Champion. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Top Draw gets some retribution from the shove by Kudo on Warfare earlier in the week as the pair continue to deliver some hard kicks to Kudo's abdomen before getting him on the ropes. They take turns chopping the Light Heavyweight Champion before whipping him off the ropes and sending him soaring in the air with a Double Back Body Drop. Kudo clutches his lower back in pain, as he manages to bring himself back up to a vertical base - but he is sent backwards over the top rope with a double team clothesline. Kudo lands on his feet but loses balance and falls back first against the steel barricade, as Top Draw gets a pop from the crowd in the ring. Shortly after that, BK London grabs Jake by his tights and sends him soaring over the top rope but luckily Jake manages to grab onto the top rope and keep himself on the apron. BK pays no attention to this and points to his head, telling the crowd he is smarter than both of them - but he doesn't see Jake ascend and perch himself up on the top turnbuckle. BK turns around and looks up, and coming down from nearly 12 feet in the air is Jake Cheng with a Frog Splash Style Crossbody. He connects with BK and takes him down before hooking both leg for the first pin attempt in this match. ONE . . TW-KICK OUT BK manages to power out of the pin by Jake, but Jake climbs right back to his feet as BK does himself. BK quickly attempts a clothesline, but Jake ducks under it and attempts a leg sweep but BK counters that drops a huge leg on the back of Jake's neck. Jake grabs his neck in pain as BK rolls him over on his back for the cover, but before Joey Reynolds can even come down for the count - BK is pulled out of the ring. Kudo rolls back into the ring and looks to secure victory as he hooks both legs of Jake. ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT! Kudo looks up at Reynolds and tells him that was a slow count before bottling up the rest of his frustrations and going back to work on the former three time Light Heavyweight Champion. Kudo picks up Jake and brings him back down to a seated position with a Snapmare before delivering some rather light kicks to his upper back. Jake continues to sit seated up and now Kudo bounces off the ropes and connects with a huge dropkick square in the chin of Jake. Jake rolls around the ring holding his mouth in pain after that manuever and Kudo pulls him to the center of the ring for another cover, but this time BK pulls Kudo out of the ring. BK looks to slide back in the ring to take advantage of his fallen partner, but Kudo manages to grab BK by his boot and he pulls him back out. The pair holds onto one another and now the blows begin to be exchanged by the two. Neither man appears to be backing down from the slugfest on the outside, but it is interrupted once Jake bounces off the ropes in the ring and Baseball Slides both men simultaneously in the guardrail. Both men are hurt from being slammed viciously into the guardrail, but they pick themselves up rather quickly and Jake appears to be measuring them for another move. Jake exits the ring and positions himself on the apron to perform a Quebrada (Asai Moonsault/Lionsault) on both men, and now all three are layed out on the outside. Jake is the first of the three to rise up to his feet, and he now has the choice of continuing his assault on the champion or his partner. Jake picks up BK London and tosses him into the ring, before going back and grabbing Kudo and tossing him in the ring also. Kudo gets up on his knees and sees Jake Cheng hop up on the apron to re-enter the ring but he musters up enough strength to dropkick Jake off the apron back to the outside. Using the ropes, he gets back up to his two feet but upon doing so he is locked in a rear waistlock by BK and it looks like he is going for a German Suplex. Kudo blocks the manuever and completes a standing switch before going for a German Suplex of his own, but BK grabs onto the middle rope to prevent Kudo from doing so. Jake manages to hop back on the apron and he launches himself over both BK and Kudo to grab Kudo in a Sunset Flip. This sets off a domino effect and BK's grip is released as he is sent soaring through the air - across the ring - with a German Suplex while Jake stacks up Kudo in the center of the ring. ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT! A close one for the Light Heavyweight Champion, but he managed to free himself before Reynolds finished up the count. Both get up to their feet and Jake delivers a stiff forearm to the jaw of Kudo which sends him staggering back. Jake continues the onslaught until Kudo reaches the ropes, before he sends him across the ring. As Kudo is running he flips forward and bounces off the ropes before springing back and delivering a Flashback Elbow to Jake. Jake is taken down and Kudo staggers up to his feet before stalking Jake from behind. Jake slowly gets up and Kudo delivers a vicious bulldog to Jake, even grabbing his dreads in the process upon slamming against the mat. Kudo looks again to follow up with a pin, but BK - who has picked his spot for this certain situation grabs Kudo by his tights and dumps him through the first and middle rope to the outside. He then rolls Jake on his back before hopping onto the apron and climbing up to the top rope, possibly looking for his 'From Brooklyn to London' manuever. Kudo jumps back on the apron and looks to throw BK off, but BK sends him back down to the ground on the outside with a pieface. BK looks back forward and now Jake comes at him and pushes both legs from under him. BK drops groin first on the top turnbuckle, which leaves a priceless expression on his face and even a few "Jake" chants emerge from the crowd. Jake goes onto the apron himself and climbs to the top rope before elbowing BK a couple of time and now he grabs his head. Both men are now standing up on the top rope together, and Jake dives off and hits a huge swinging neckbreaker from the top rope - leaving both men motionless in the center of the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:00:27 GMT -5
Kudo rises up from under the apron and slides in the ring slowly, a bit exhausted from the action thus far in this match and now he sees both men laying motionless in the middle of the ring. He wastes no time hooking both legs of Jake as Reynolds drops for the pin.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
Kudo's eyes nearly bulge out of his head after this manuever, and now he wastes no time rolling over to BK and hooking his legs.
ONE . . TWO . . THR- KICK OUT!
Kudo springs up after this and begins yelling at the referee, telling him he's not counting fast enough. Kudo pulls back up his knee pad and turns around and picks up BK before setting him up in the corner, and then he sets up Jake in the opposite corner. Kudo charges into BK and scores with a huge clothesline to BK, and now runs across the ring looking for the same with Jake - but Jake ducks under it and spears BK as he walks groggily out the corner. Kudo connects chest first with the top turnbuckle and as he turns around, he is met by a rising Jake Cheng with some hard kicks and punches to his body. Jake bounces off the ropes and comes back with a huge Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors on Kudo which tosses him across the ring. BK gets up and Jake bounces him off the ropes before hip tossing him. BK gets up and Jake takes him down with a Scoop Slam before picking up Kudo and hitting him with the same thing. Jake is on absolute fire in this match, and now he waits for one of the two to get up. Kudo rises up first and Jake kicks him in the abdomen before going for the Last Resort, but before he can even turn Kudo around towards the turnbuckle - Kudo pushes him off and Jake walks right into the Shades of Michaels by BK. The impact of it can be heard throughout the arena and Jake drops like a sack of bricks before rolling under the bottom rope to the outside. Kudo looks up at BK, and BK looks up at Kudo and now that they've got the ring to themselves, so they can finish what they started.
BK begins to throw off his elbow pads and Kudo slowly takes off the tape from around his wrists, the games are over now. BK advances toward Kudo but Kudo scores with a huge knee in the abdomen to prevent him from scoring any offense. Kudo follows up with several knees to BK's skull before whipping him into the ropes, but BK manages to counter it and sends Kudo into the ropes. As Kudo comes back, BK attempts a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker but Kudo slips out of it and lands on his feet. A roundhouse kick comes in BK's direction, but luckily BK manages to duck under it and hoist the Light Heavyweight Champion up on his shoulders before crushing him with a Double Knee Gutbuster. Kudo springs up in the air upon contact with BK's knees and drops backfirst on the mat in the center of the ring. Normally BK would go for the pin, but he rises up and dusts himself off before bouncing off the ropes. He runs off and stops right in front of Kudo and goes "BAAAAALLLLLIN", with the jumpshot taunt and all, before dropping a hefty knee right in Kudo's face. Kudo rolls around on the mat in pain and BK pulls him toward himself before covering.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
BK wastes no time arguing with the referee, as he knows full well it will take more than a knee drop to defeat Kudo and instead he brings him to the corner. BK delivers a few chops across Kudo's chest for good measure before hoisting him up on the top rope and ascending up there himself. BK has already had a spill off the top rope earlier in the match, and it wasn't too comfy, so he looks to dish out punishment on this turn. He ascends to the top rope and hooks Kudo in with a Superplex and it hits. Both men are down in the ring, and suddenly out of nowhere - Jake comes crushing down on BK with a Ghetto Stomp he dubs "You're a Hero". BK's eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he rolls out the ring as Jake covers Kudo.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT
Kudo manages to get his shoulder up which surprises Jake, but Jake picks up Kudo and drives him back down to the canvas with an Inverted Unprettier. Jake fails to cover following this, but pulls Kudo toward the corner and ascends up to the top rope. Jake looks for 'The Final Chapter' on Kudo, but BK manages to pull Kudo out the ring before it can connect. Jake lands on his ass, which you can tell looks extremely painful and BK wastes no time rolling in the ring and rolling up Jake in an Oklahoma Roll.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:01:13 GMT -5
Jake frees himself from the pin, and gets up shortly there after but is driven into the mat with a London-Plex. Jake lays motionless in the center of the ring, and the exhausted BK slowly crawls towards the corner before rising up and tuning up the band. With every stomp, more and more of the crowd gets behind the former World Champion and slowly Jake is rising up. Jake turns around and BK goes straight for him with the Shades of Michaels but Jake luckily catches the kick and holds it for a second. BK hops around on one foot and Jake spins him around and right into a Yakuza Knee Strike from Kudo. The knock out shot drops BK immediately to the mat, leaving him totally inert as Kudo covers him shortly after. But before the count can even be made, Jake pulls him off and covers his partner. Kudo breaks up the count after and he picks up Jake and starts viciously kicking him until he reaches the corner. Kudo whips Jake across the ring, but Jake climbs up to the top rope as he is running but doesn't stay there for long as Kudo climbs up right behind him and looks to land an Electric Chair Drop off the top rope. BK musters up enough strength to stagger up to a vertical base, and jumps up - hitting Kudo with a Lungblower while at the same time Kudo brings down Jake with an Electric Chair Drop. A "HOLY SHIT" chant ensues from the crowd as all three men lay motionless in the ring and it looks like a complete car wreck in the ring.
Referee Joey Reynolds begins to check on all three men in the ring, and minus the huge lower back problems, all three seem to be somewhat ok. BK is the first to stir to his feet, but Kudo isn't too far from behind him and BK connects with a huge right hand. Kudo stumbles back a bit, but comes back with a huge haymaker of his own which sends BK stumbling backwards into the ropes. BK comes even harder the next attempt with a clothesline, Kudo gets up again and BK takes him down with another clothesline and now the momentum is heavily on BK's side. Kudo rises up for a third time and BK whips him into the corner before burying him in the corner with a clothesline that drops Kudo to the bottom turnbuckle. BK bounces off the side ropes and he buries his foot into the face of Kudo with a Facewash before pausing for a second to catch his breath. But before he can even do so, Jake grabs him from behind and rolls him up but BK pulls him by his tights, wraps the legs around his abdomen and locks in a submission manuever he dubs "Choking the Chicken". Jake squirms around and attempts to get to the ropes, but BK rolls him back to the center of the ring. The fans notice Kudo on the apron and he now begins to ascend to the top rope, a place he doesn't usually go, and he breaks up the submission with a huge diving senton on Jake's abdomen. Both men are devastatingly hurt by this move and Kudo quickly goes for the cover on Jake.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-
Just as Reynold's arm is coming down for the three, BK stops it in mid-air and now kicks Kudo off of Jake, knowing full well he wouldn't have reached to fast enough. Both Kudo and BK rise up simultaneously and Kudo advances toward BK, only to get hoisted up on his shoulders again. Kudo rakes the eye of his advesary, a very heelish move, and slips off his shoulders before shoving him into the corner. BK bounces out the turnbuckle and Kudo looks for a Hurricanrana, but BK simply tosses him into the corner with a powerbomb. Kudo looks completely knocked out after thsi move, and now BK staggers around in the center of the ring but is once again attacked by his partner. Jake spins BK around and kicks him in the gut before attempting to connect wit BK's own move 'The Revolver'. BK counters and trips Jake before locking in his old 'Corporate Lock'. Jake screams in agonizing pain as BK continues to apply torque to his ankle with every twist and jerk. Jake crawls towards the ropes, but BK pulls him back to the center of the ring and now goes down on one knee to better keep the hold locked in on his opponent. Jake looks as if he's about to tap, but then out of nowhere Kudo bounces off the ropes and in one swift move he connects with the Yakuza Knee Strike to the skull of BK. BK drops down to the mat like a sack of bricks and Jake holds his ankle in pain, not even seeing that Kudo has made the cover on BK.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
*The Bell rings*
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and STILL Light Heavyweight Champion, Kudo Yasuda!
The guitar riffs "Poison" sounds through the arena as Kudo rolls out of the ring, exhausted after this brutal encounter - but he has still held on to what he desired most - the Light Heavyweight Championship. Reynolds awards him with the belt, but Kudo snatches it out of his hands and begins to hug his title tightly as he walks backwards up the ramp watching BK holding his head and Jake clenching tightly to his ankle. Kudo waits until he is at the top of the stage and he raises his championship proudly over his head to a mixed reaction from the sold out Bloody Valentine crowd. Kudo disappears behind the curtain and inside of the ring, both men begin to slowly rises up to theri feet.
Obviously hurt, the former Tag Team Champions stare at one another from across the ring and approach each other in the center of the ring. A few words are exchanged between the two and finally they embrace in a handshake and a hug in front of the thousands of fans in the arena.
They recieve a standing ovation from the crowd for their efforts in that impressive match, and although they didn't walk out with the championships - they walked out with a renewed respect in their friendship.
Fade Out.
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