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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:27:10 GMT -5
Brimstone sees that Scott is down, and he climbs to the turnbuckle, possibly going for his Flight of the Valkries. He stands on the turnbuckle, but Scott had more left in him then Brimstone thought. He ascends to the turnbuckle as well. Brimstone and Scott trade punches on the top turnbuckle. Brimstone is doing well, but gradually, Scott gets angrier and angrier. His punch speed increases, and by now, Brimstone is definitely getting the worst of the exchange. Fist after fist lands on Brimstone’s head. Brimstone however, is resourceful, and instead of attempting to outpunch Scott, he chops him in the back of the neck. Scott instantly stops his assault and grabs his neck in pain, and Brimstone capitalizes. He grabs him in a headlock, and then lifts up Scott for The Immolation (headlock T-bone suplex) while spinning towards the ring, which causes Scott to hit the ground hard. The move took a lot out of Brimstone however, and he is down too. Both men lie on the ground. The fans cheer, and the camera once again shifts to Jessie. She looks at both men with a worried look on her face.
Brimstone manages to be the first one to show some life. He moves over slowly to Scott and goes for the cover… 1 . . . 2 . . . And Scott puts his foot on the ropes! Brimstone shows a slight hint of anger, but merely gives a cocky grin. Sure, he didn’t get the pin but he is still definitely in control of this match. At least, for now. He stands up slowly, and rests against the turnbuckle. He needs to regain some of his breath. He waits for a few seconds, figuring that Scott will not be getting up any time soon. Even if he had enough life to put his foot on the ropes, that could have been the end of his energy. After at least a minute has gone by, Brimstone advances on Scott. But unfortunately, he has underestimated him, because Scott instantly grabs Brimstone, and pulls him into a drop toe hold, before locking in The Scarlet Fever! He was playing possum! And now Brimstone is in The Scarlet Fever! Scott takes out all of his frustrations and fury into his move, putting in as much pressure as possible. Brimstone writhes in pain, knowing that this could be the end for him. The crowd boos Scott, and he just increases the pressure. Brimstone tries to do anything he can to escape this hold, and tries to get to the ropes as well, since he’s near them, but the pressure on him makes it hard. Eventually, he finally manages to reach his arm out and as the fans go wild, he grabs the bottom rope! Scott holds the move in even so, and the referee begins a five count. Scott gets to about 4 ½ before he lets go.
Scott stands up and pants, obviously haven taken a lot out of himself as the match has gone on. He then goes onto the apron. He holds his hands out like DDP used to, obviously taunting for the Heat Seeker. Brimstone rises to his feet, and Scott springboards off of the ropes, and nails it perfectly! Scott rolls over into the pin… 1 . . . 2 . . . And Brimstone kicks out! Scott bangs his hands on the mat in frustration. But he doesn’t get too angry yet. He is still in control. He awaits Brimstone to get up. As he does, Scott runs forward, jumps up onto the middle rope, and then springboards off of it, spinning in midair to go for a hurricanrana onto Brimstone! He lands on Brimstone’s shoulders, and tries to complete the move, but as he goes backwards, Brimstone remains on his feet. Brimstone uses some of his remaining strength to lift Scott back up and at the same time tosses him a little bit further back. With this move, Brimstone is able to catch him in crucifix powerbomb position! Scott tries to struggle, but Brimstone plants him down hard with the Flamethrower! Brimstone takes a second to recover, and then gets Scott into a pin…. 1 . . . 2 . And at around 2 ¼ Scott gets the shoulder up. Brimstone rolls over onto his back as Scott falls onto his stomach, neither of them moving. Again, the camera shifts to a worried Jessie, intently watching the match. Brimstone rolls over to the ropes, intending to use them to get to his feet. Scott does the same thing on the other side of the ring. Both men manage to reach their feet at the same time and stare across the ring at each other. And they both wait until their breath has come back to them. They wait until they have some energy, and then both men attack at once. Brimstone goes for a few punches, but Scott backs up, before charging forward with a lariat! Brimstone ducks under it and shoves Scott forward. Scott hits the rope with his stomach, before rebounding into Brimstone. Brimstone goes for a german suplex, but Scott elbows him in the head. Brimstone backs up, and out of nowhere Scott goes for the headshot! Brimstone manages to duck under it at the last second, and Scott spins around, and throws another kick. Brimstone catches it, and tosses the leg away. Scott spins around and hits the reload! The crowd boos. He rolls into a cover… 1 . . . 2 . . . NO! Brimstone manages to kick out, much to the delight of the crowd. Brimstone gets up holding his head, and Scott holds his neck. Scott goes for another kick, but Brimstone catches it yet again. This time, though, instead of throwing it away and risking a reload, he pulls it forward, and pulls Scott right into a fisherman’s suplex position! He lifts him up and hits one fisherman’s suplex, and then rolls over and stands, pulling Scott with him and transitioning right into another fisherman’s suplex, completing the Skull Crusher! The crowd goes wild, as Brimstone holds on for a pin, and the referee begins to count… 1 . . . 2 . . .
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:27:36 GMT -5
And Scott manages to get out of the pin at the last second. The crowd is going wild now, mainly just because of the quickness of the last few minutes of the match. Both men are trying to end this now, and they are both coming close. Brimstone seems slightly annoyed that he didn’t get the pin, and he decides to attempt the Skull Crusher again, obviously figuring that there is no way Scott could get out twice, and so he attempts for the fisherman’s suplex again. This time though, Scott is ready. He escapes the fisherman’s suplex position, and as Brimstone attempts to knock him down by running forward, Scott lifts him up right into fireman’s carry position! This time there is no countering it, and Scott completes The Assasination! Some fans boo because he managed to hit it, but most cheer, because of the exciting match that there are getting to watch. Scott in any case, goes for the cover, lying on top of Brimstone, as the ref counts… 1 . . . 2 . . . NO! Brimstone kicks out at what must be 2 ¾ or possibly even closer to 3. Scott seems furious, but he decides that it is time to end this. He isn’t going to let Brimstone get anymore offense in. He stomps him a couple of times, and Brimstone looks like he could be almost out. Scott looks up at the turnbuckle, and a light goes on in his eyes. He begins to climb it, slowly, but surely. He reaches the top and stands with his back to Brimstone ready to hit him with The Death Cap Press, and the fans know that it’s coming. Brimstone can’t let himself be hit though, and he manages to get to his feet. Scott notices that he’s up, and turns around to face him, and Brimstone ascends the turnbuckle. Scott pokes him in the eyes however, and Brimstone grabs his face. Both men are on the turnbuckle now. Scott hooks both of Brimstone’s arms, and the fans know that he is attempting The High Street Massacre! The fans give a mixed reaction. Some fans boo, because it will give Scott the win, and some fans cheer because they might get the see the move! In any case, Scott is just about ready to jump, when all of a sudden, Brimstone takes out his legs, causing Scott to fall into a sitting position on the turnbuckle. Brimstone hops off, escaping the possibility of Scott ending this.
Brimstone backs up a bit, and decides that it’s his chance to capitalize, and he jumps for The Blade Runner! He jumps from the middle rope, to the top rope, and he is just about to nail Scott with an enziguri, but Scott sees it coming! In a brilliant move, Scott ducks, and at the same time shoves Brimstone forward. Brimstone misses the enziguri, which goes right over Scott’s head, and the shove sends Brimstone right back down to the mat! Scott quickly stands, his back facing Brimstone, and without even bothering to taunt, he dives for The Suisault! Time seems to slow down as Scott soars through the air. The fans are on their feet, whether they’re cheering or booing, and Scott does a HUGE moonsault, almost overshooting. Jessie on the outside, looks into the ring, still looking worried as she has the whole match. Scott comes down hard on Brimstone’s chest, with a huge impact, that makes everybody in the crowd groan. This is it. He’s out. The referee comes down to count, and every time his hand hits the mat, Scott rocks his head forward with the count. ONE . . . TWO . . . Scott is sure he’s finally got it….he is finally going to end the match…the crowd erupts in mixed reactions . . . . THR-NO!!!!! Brimstone has managed to kick out!
Scott sits up slowly, disbelief flowing through him. He slowly shakes his head, completely flabbergasted by this. No matter what he has done, it has all been for naught. He thinks he knows what the last option is, and so he raises from the mat and looks down at Brimstone's motionless body. He sighs slightly, perhaps even distraught by the fact that it had to come to this. But then his eyes wander off to the worried form of Jessie Young, and he suddenly gets a vicious glare in his eyes. He rolls out of the ring, much to the referee's protest, and then grabs a chair, much to the referee's even larger protest. Scott rolls back into the ring, but the referee grabs the chair and tries to pull it away from him. Scott snickers, and then violently shoves the referee out of his way. He walks over to Brimstone, raises the chair high above his head...and stops. He is unsure why, but he can see Brimstone's face from this angle, and more notably he can see Brimstone's wide grin. He shakes it off, and then is just about to drop the chair onto Brimstone's head, when he suddenly hears the bell ring. He looks around, confused, and then see the referee looking at him, angrily clutching his head.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a disqualification, here is your winner...and STILL ACW International Champion...BRIMSTONE!!!
"Angel of Death" hits the speakers, and Scott drops the chair hard on the mat, mouth agape. The referee quickly comes over and kicks the chair out of the ring, and then rolls out of it just as quickly. Scott looks around, still dumbfounded, and then it eventually hits him. His expression turns to fury, and his eyes turn to violence, and he turns around just in time to see Brimstone disappear backstage, Jessie slightly behind him. Without so much as another thought, he charges up the ramp, and then disappears backstage before the fans can even begin to think about what has happened.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:28:04 GMT -5
Segment: The End (Credit: Scott / Hunter)
As the camera cuts backstage we see Scott Andrews running towards a locker room door. As the camera turns we see the name “BRIMSTONE” in large lettering. He knocks.
Scott: Brimstone!
The door opens and Brimstone appears.
Brimstone: What a pleasant surpr---
Scott collides with Brimstone violently, thrusting the two of them into the latter's dimly lit locker room. Scott hears Jessie Young's not-so-distant scream of surprise, but he continues to tear into Brimstone, until eventually the Angel of Death kicks him away, and then steps down on his chest and pins him to the ground. A frightened Jessie sits on a one seater couch by the wall, and she looks at Scott, scared of what was once her safe house, her stronghold. And all in one assumption the walls have crumbled to dust.
Scott: What do you want from me?
Brimstone: I feel as if I should be the one asking you that, as I wasn't the one who just crashed through the other's door and attempted to strangle him.
Scott: Fuck you.
Brimstone: Careful, Scott...we wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, would we?
Scott looks at him scornfully, but then stops fighting, letting Brimstone relax his foot after a few moments.
Brimstone: Now, as long as you're here, I might as well get something across to you, something that I feel Jessie should have told you by now; clearly that's out of the question. In so many words, Scott, Jessie and I were not having sex, as you likely assumed. She loves you too much, and quite frankly, I've never supported adultery. Instead, she sought guidance. She heard of my little "condition" from the ever-moving mouth of Jake Cheng, and she asked me for some advice as to how to detail with difficult mental traumas. Scott, my friend, she was only nervous about her future with you, nothing more.
Scott: And why should I believe you?
Jessie: Because it’s the truth!
Scott turns to Jessie, and their eyes meet lovingly for a few moments before she eventually pulls away.
Brimstone: I'd take the woman's word on this one, if I were you. I doubt she has any reason to lie to you now.
Scott wants to believe what he wants to believe and he takes no notice of what seeps through Brimstones lips. He shakes his head and turns around.
Scott: I don’t believe you for a second, Brimstone, you’ve always been a shady character, running around these halls in your little black cloak, looks like you’re one of those Columbine Murderers. So why should I believe you? Huh? I have enough evidence to justify my assumptions, but do you have enough to prove me wrong?
Brimstone knows he doesn’t have any concrete proof to prove his own case, so he has no choice but to allow Scott to be a stubborn bastard.
Brimstone: Before I say anything else, I can assure you that I am not a sociopathic teenager who dresses in black and has an unhealthy fixation with Germany. But I suppose you have a point. However, there is one thing for you to consider: how much do you trust her?
Scott looks at Jessie.
Brimstone: She has gone through quite a wide variety of challenges, and yet you seem to have been completely unaware of them. Otherwise, I doubt she would have sought solace in a total stranger. You weren't there for her, Scott.
Scott: I wasn’t there because I wasn’t aware of the situation!
Jessie: STOP!
Both men look at her and stop their bickering for a moment.
Jessie: This ends now. Scott, you’ve been a great boyfriend. You made me laugh, you comforted me, you loved me… but now it’s like you’re someone else, you’re always busy, you never listen, you’re constantly spaced out… I don’t know what happened to you, Scott.
Scott smirks and begins chuckling quietly.
Scott: You wanna know what’s going on in my head? Heh...Jessie, I can’t say you weren’t a great girlfriend because you were… it’s just you broke my trust, and when that happens it’s hard for me to trust again. It’s just the way I’m wired, honey. This little mess would have never happened if it weren’t for this jackass here meddling in our life! But...whatever. Goodbye, Jessie, it was nice while it lasted.
Jessie cups her face in her hands as she sits back down on the chair. Scott exits the room as Brimstone looks on at this whole mess, a mess which he did not ask for, nor did he really want to take part in, but what’s done is done, and he must now live with knowing that perhaps he cannot be a mediator as he once thought he could be...even though he had to deal with a man who had nothing to fight for but to serve his own ego.
FADE.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:29:06 GMT -5
Segment: Let’s Do This (Credit: Wyvern / Senator)
The night is almost over, but the crowd is far from losing interest. There have been gimmick matches, and surprises throughout the night. However, everyone’s focus is rightly on the main event. As the ring crew prepare the pyrotechnics and everyone gets their last moments of rest from the fast-paced action, the camera cuts backstage. Immediately, the hot crowd roars as Senator Steve Phillips is shown, getting some of his last minute exercises in. As camera pans out a tiny bit, Wyvern is shown standing next to him, leaning against the wall.
Wyvern: Are you ready for this?
The Senator: Are you kidding me here? It is rare when opportunity and willpower meet in one place at one time, and this is it. Even so, as I stand here on the edge of the cliff of eternity, I can not help but to remember the many times that I came oh-so-close, yet failed in the end. I know all too well what my record in big time matches is. And I can not help but to think that I am truly fighting something larger than I can handle...no, not Chance Emmerson, but fourty years of age, and injury.
Wyvern: Fair enough. Now, I know Chance and Umeko are going to look for ways to take advantage of you. I’ll try to keep Umeko from distracting the ref, but mainly, we’re going to need you to stay as alert as you possibly can out there…there’s no telling what may happen.
Senator: A pre-emptive motion would be optimal here, as Umeko Saito is a snake, pure and simple, and no insult to our own demented collegue. She will inevitably strike, so you must keep her away by all means, and before she can do anything damaging.
Wyvern: No, no…you’re wrong. Umeko isn’t going to be isolated that easily. Even you should know that. Umeko needs to be consistently monitored, but she’s not going to let me get anywhere near.
Senator: Use your brain, and find a way. I have not the time to discuss this in depth.
Wyvern: Now, I know that you’re on in a few brief moments, but I do want to say a few things.
Senator: Like what?
Wyvern: Well…
Wyvern scratches his head, he’s clearly fishing for the right things to say. Senator, on the other hand, is extremely energetic, as he shadowboxes in place.
Wyvern: Nevermind, it’s nothing...I just want to wish you good luck out there.
Senator: And I appreciate it very much. Without allies like yourself, this challenge would be nigh impossible...and you did, after all, directly give me this title shot. You will be repaid for that, no matter what, I will be sure of that.
Wyvern: Now, let’s get you out there! You have a title to win!
Senator: You are darned right that I do! Ronald Reagan pronounced upon his election that it was indeed Morning in America, and I proclaim now, that as the sun sets on my career, that I may show the world here for one last time that no matter what the results, fighting spirit, technical skill, and fair sportsmanship shall always prevail over inflated size, giant egos, and trecherous tactics! And that, my friend, is nothing, more now than ever, it is nothing...but the truth!
And with that, the two head for the entranceway, to get ready for one of the biggest title matches in ACW history. The stage has been set…who will emerge victorious?
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:29:46 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW World Title Match Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson vs. The Senator (Credit: Senator) As the show returns for the final time, the ACW Arena is at a low pitch in anticipation for the contest that is about to follow. Maxwell McNally: What we have here is a clash of generations, of in ring styles, and perhaps, even of philosophies, with the ACW World Heavyweight Title at the epicenter of this storm. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Let’s face it, what we have here is going to be nothing short of a massacre! You just can’t take a forty year old man, who’s working for a small time company, and focuses on other areas, and have him go up against a total wrecking machine! Chance Emmerson’s beat the best ACW has to offer, and he’ll continue to do so here tonight! And it’ll be spectacular in a way only ACW can do it! McNally: I would not sell Senator Phillips so short, granted, he has a tough match ahead of him, but he's defeated many worthy opponents in the past. Emmerson has been a brick wall since getting the title, I'll admit that you are correct on that. Before the announcers can blab on further, the lights go dim, Phillip Jones enters the ring, microphone in hand, and all attention is turned to the entranceway. “Eye of the Tiger” hits the PA system, to a huge response from the crowd. The song plays out up to the lyrics, when a huge burst of red, white, and blue tickertape shoots up from the entranceway, as Senator Steve Phillips enters, wearing his classic red "Steve Phillips for Senator" shirt, along with his original black boxing style shorts from his ACW debut. Wyvern follows up close behind his fellow Senatorial Stable member, a bottle of water in hand. Both men make their way to the ring, and the Senator starts stretching in a specifically designated corner, marked by a blue turnbuckle cover. “This Velvet Glove” plays, announcing the arrival of perhaps the two most controversial individuals on the current ACW product. With only a red spotlight focused on them, Chance Emmerson, with his title belt across the shoulder, and Umeko Saito both walk down to the ring, Phillip Jones: In the blue corner, the challenger, weighing in at an even two hundred pounds, hailing from Washington D.C. he is the founder of the Senatorial Stable, Senator Steve Phillips! The front row throws in red, white and blue streamers, as the Senator strikes the Victory pose once again, before removing his campaign shirt, throwing it to the fans. Wyvern takes a quick drink from his bottle, before exiting to the outside, before Phillip can announce the opponent. Phillip: In the gold corner, he weighs in at two hundred ninety five pounds, and hails from Tokyo, Japan, he is the Tiger VII, and YOUR ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Chance Emmerson! Chance cracks his neck both ways as red tickertape floods the ring, and his eyes never leave his opponent. Umeko walks down out of the ring, as the ringside crew(accompanied by Fallout's Gooner) hurry to remove the streamers. *The Bell Rings* Two proud warriors each venture from their respective corners to face off in the center of the ring. Phillips looks up at his towering opponent, with only a hint of intimidation in his face from the size difference. Chance faces down with his one good eye at his smaller, older opponent, merely sneering. How could such a person even think of challenging the Tiger? The Senator notices the subtle show of contempt emanating from his opponent, and, perhaps with a bit of bravado, lashes out with a full on slap to the face. Chance Emmerson is taken aback by the physical insult, looking down to Umeko Saito for a moment, before turning back, rushing forward, and blasting his opponent in the midsection with a crashing knee lift. Edison: Oh man, he might just have broken one of the Senator's ribs there! The Senator rolls back on instinct, landing in the corner. Chance presses his advantage, running over, and throwing a low roundhouse kick at the Senator's head...but the old ring veteran manages to lunge forward to catch the attempted strike, quickly stands up to his feet, and dragon screws Emmerson to the mat. McNally: A classic counter by Phillips, I think this might have set the pace for the match. Phillips is craftier, and a tad bit quicker on his feet, but if Emmerson connects just a few times with his offence, it’ll be over. Edison: In other words, Phillips is going to be fighting like a madman to keep his sorry old butt alive, while Emmerson merely needs to catch the challenger to squash him like a bug! McNally: That was a bit of an ageist remark, like you often make during the Senator’s matches, but in your own way, it did summarize my statement. Chance rolls back up to a standing position, and Umeko looks furious on the outside, shouting advice to her Tiger VII, mainly of the insulting manner. Chance nods his head at first, but the yelling becomes excessive, and he merely waves it off, turning back around to face his opponent. As he turns, the Senator meets him with a leaping elbow smash to the jaw, staggering the massive ACW Champion. McNally: How was that, Mr. Edison? Edison: Maxie, he’s fighting like a madman, fighting like a madman, and he’ll burn out, you’ll see! Phillips presses the advantage, lashing out with more elbow strikes, throwing both left and right armed elbows, smashing into Chance’s bald skull with his attacks. Emmerson, however, not only seems mildly affected at best, but almost amused by the furious offence from Phillips. In response, he answers with one hard elbow smash of his own, sending the Senator to the mat, with the crowd quieting in horror at the loud sound of the impact. Chance kicks his opponent in the ribs, rolling him over, then covers with one foot for the pin… …1 …The Senator kicks out, but doesn’t get up, as Emmerson stomps down hard again on his chest, before dropping down to his knees, choking his opponent with a forearm across the throat. Head ACW Referee, Raymond Allen Fleming, ever the domineering and irritable old chap in the ring, starts a quick five count… .1 ..2 …3 ….4 …..5! RAF: Alright, you bloody maniac, break it up!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:30:25 GMT -5
Fleming, who is known around the back to still engage in a rigorous workout routine, forcibly pries the ACW Champion off his opponent with both arms. Chance whips around, practically snarling, but RAF does not back down a step, pointing, as all referees are told to, at the official ACW insignia on the right hand side of his shirt. Chance stares down for a moment at the referee, but is not one to completely lose focus in such an important match, turning back to his opponent. The Senator is still on the mat, recovering and catching his breath at the time, allowing Chance to lift him up, and whip him into the ropes. On the return, Chance catches Phillips in a double leg lift, going for his Black Stripes high angle spinebuster…but the Senator manages to shift position at the peak of the lift, applying a front facelock in midair, and rolling back to the mat into his high angle inside cradle for the flash pin…
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…Chance barely kicks out of the quick counter-pin! Phillips gets up first, snapping out with middle kicks to the chest of the still kneeling Emmerson, but this time, backs down as his opponent stands up. Chance feint steps from right to left, using his length to cut off the ring, and therefore, the options from the Senator. The senior ring technician, faced with the rather undesirable fate of being trapped in the corner against Chance, takes the perhaps less honorable, but more practical option of rolling out of the ring.
Edison: Coward! Yeah, that's why Phillips ain't gonna win the title, he just can't hack it anymore, and certainly can't beat Chance Emmerson, our invincible champ!
McNally: I have to disagree, I think it was smart of him to have avoided what would have been a disadvantageous situation. And you, Mr. Edison, are sounding more and more like Fallout's Predator as this match goes on...
On the outside, Wyvern checks on his fellow Stable member, giving him a word of encouragement before Umeko strides over, gaining the partial attention of RAF, as she tries to get the Senator's second removed from ringside. Fleming doesn’t buy, and he also manages to keep Chance back as Phillips climbs back up onto the apron. The Senator carefully steps through the ropes, measuring his situation, he quickly lunging forward, blasting Emmerson in the knee with a front kick. A few repetitions of the attack knock the Tiger VII off his stance, allowing Phillips to clamp on a front facelock. The renowned mat technician, though, is not able to establish his hold for long, as the ACW champion rushes him into the ropes. From there, Chance goes to town, taking the Senator off his feet with a straight knee lift, catching him on the way down, and throwing him over his shoulder, running halfway across the ring, before hitting a dangerous looking shoulderbreaker. Chance goes for the cover…
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…The Senator kicks out! Chance shakes his head, but decides to leave the complaining about the “slow count” to Umeko on the outside. Wyvern, on the other side of the ring on the outside, is shown on screen, with a look of disgust at the strategic whining taking place across from him. Emmerson steps back, rushing in with an elbow drop to the back of his opponent. The champion keeps up his attack, delivering crossfaced clubbing blows to the Senator's head from a back mount position. RAF checks on the challenger, doing his job, but probably didn't need to, as Phillips suddenly reaches back, pulling Chance off balance, and spins into a cross leg bar, tweaking the powerful knee of his opponent.
McNally: I think we're starting to see the strategy of each competitor play out now. Chance Emmerson will attempt to constantly press the advantage, and dominate with his explosiveness and raw power. Steve Phillips is trying to use counters and focused attacks to his advantage, hoping to take Chance off balance.
The Senator lays back in his submission, so far that he almost pins himself. Chance, though, does not last long in the hold, shoving his opponent's legs out of their restraining position, turning over to rain down mounted punches. RAF admonishes Chance for using closed fists, but this does not stop him from stunning Phillips with one last punch. Emmerson pauses for a deliberate moment, before shooting back down, and applying an iron claw hold.
Edison: Yes! The Iron Claw! One of my favorite submissions ever! He's gonna pop the Senator's skull with that!
Instead of "popping his skull," Chance instead uses the claw hold to lift the Senator to his feet, shoving him into the corner, closing in immediately with a high facewash kick. Phillips slumps down in the corner into a seated position as Emmerson removes his foot from the top of the adjacent rope, going into a near jog around the perimeter of the ring, before reaching the opposite turnbuckle. The Tiger VII then assumes a sprinter's stance, dashing right at the Senator, lifting up both knees, driving them into his opponent's skull with a terrifying execution of the Feeding Frenzy.
McNally: My goodness! That move very well might have both ended the match, and perhaps, sent the Senator to the hospital.
Edison: As much as I want to laugh at the geriatric fool, to tell the truth, I don't want to see that, Maxie. Sure, carnage is great, but only when it happens to jobbers!
McNally: And just when I thought you had gained a shred of conscience...
Chance Emmerson certainly is not known for his conscience, showing just why, as he pulls the Senator out of the corner by both feet, rolling down and hooking the legs for the pin...
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...Phillips kicks out at the very last possible moment! Chance snaps up to a standing position again, grabbing the Senator's feet again. This time, he turns around, lifting his opponent up and throwing him straight out of the ring through the middle ropes with a giant swing! The Senator hits the ground with a loud thud, rolling back against the guardrail. As he does so, Emmerson runs off the opposite ropes, flying over the top rope on the return, with the Lunge, his breathtaking no hands plancha...but Phillips sees it coming, and manages to move his body out of the way at the last moment, resulting in the ACW Champion crashing into the guardrail, the hard way. The collision not only wipes Emmerson out, but also visibly slides the guardrail back into the front row, toppling over a few over-zealous fans.
Edison: Aw man, that's a tidal wave of humanity there!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:31:00 GMT -5
Both Umeko and Wyvern loom close as the two combatants recover, catching their breath. In the ring, RAF hesitates to start the ten count, knowing the consequences of ending Genocide with a countout. Chance starts to walk over to his opponent, but before he can get there, a low dropkick catches him in the knee. The Senator walks over, knocking Emmerson in the head with two stiff jabs, and a knee to the midsection. Chance, however, seems almost entirely unaffected, hitting Phillips with a double hand thrust to the solar plexus, doubling him over, standing up, and trapping the Senator in a double underhook lock.
McNally: If this is what I think it could be, Steve Phillips is in for an extremely unpleasant experience!
Maxwell McNally is quite correct, as Chance lifts his opponent up, catching him at the height of the lift, and runs forward, viciously executing the "killer" variation of his Tiger's Heaven into the guardrail! Phillips bounces off, landing on his face.
Edison: DAAAAANNNNNGEROUUUUSSSS!
Wyvern dashes over, preventing Chance from doing any further damage. RAF still does not start the ten count, but does motion for Emmerson to head back to his corner in the ring. A good thirty seconds go by as Phillips recovers on the outside, almost motionless as he lays in the same position he fell in from the impact of the powerbomb variation into the guardrail. Just as the referee finally considers starting a ten count, he finally stirs, pulling himself up off the floor, holding his back, the challenger re-enters the ring.
McNally: Good judgment there by Raymond Allen Fleming, showing once again why he's the best referee in the business today.
Emmerson attempts to keep the Senator trapped in the corner again as he gets his bearings back, but the ring veteran has the advantage of the short break on the outside, and remarkably fast, shoots in with a double leg takedown, dropping the ACW champ on his back, then lifting up the left leg into a vertical position, and stepping over, completing the Tax Cut elevated half crab hold. Chance shows a bit of pain as his leg and back are bent into an unnatural position. He's not one to allow a bit of pain hinder his goals, and with an impressive show of leg strength, shakes the Senator off with a sharp jerk.
Edison: Pure power and athleticism from our champ! I know nobody's broken the Tax Cut like that!
Phillips rolls back to his feet before Chance can fully stand up, this time, he lifts his opponent's leg up from close quarters, bashing away at the knee with closed fist strikes. A simple hand to the face gets the Senator off, and down to the mat. This is not an entirely disadvantageous position for the challenger, however, and he slides forward, kicking Chance in the leg with repeated kicks.
McNally: Senator Phillips is using everything he has to work on that leg, this time, Antonio Inoki's Ali Kicks, famous for their use in the infamous Inoki/Ali mixed style fight. If they have the same effect on Emmerson's leg as Inoki's did on Muhammad Ali, this could be trouble.
Chance goes for a leaping stomp on the Senator, missing, as his opponent rolls out of the way, standing back up. Emmerson starts to look frustrated, throwing a haymaker of a punch that barely misses its target. This time, Phillips goes into a rear waistlock on the evasion, dropping Chance to the mat with a quick foot pulling takedown, rolling him over into a standing toehold. Before Emmerson can simply flick his opponent off like a bug, the Senator stretches his leg down and out, landing with an elbow onto the knee, and scissoring the foot. Chance tries to pull the Senator's arms off the knee, but catches a back elbow in the face for the effort. He does not give up there, however, and sits back up, now pulling Phillips back into a rear naked choke. The Senator is forced to prioritize, reluctantly letting go of his own hold to force Emmerson's powerful arm off his throat. As he does, Chance stands up, blasting his opponent with a soccer ball kick to the back, following up with another one, before running off the ropes, hitting a third, and final kick to the back, covering for the pin...
...1
...2
...Phillips kicks out! Chance picks him back up off the mat, going for a press slam, but this time, the Senator is able to escape, dropping behind his opponent, hooking his arms, and backsliding him into the pin...
...1
...2
...Chance kicks out! As Chance gets up, he catches his opponent with a punch to the gut, crouching back down, he springs into a devastating Tiger Knee...but Phillips blocks the jumping knee, catching Emmerson's legs into a crossleg hold, and with a supreme effort, flips over into a modified jackknife pin...
...There's no pin here, as Umeko Saito makes her presence all too known, tossing her infamous white powder into the face of Raymond Allen Fleming, stepping into the ring, and slapping a sleeper hold on the blinded head ACW referee. This appears to set off a chain of events. Emmerson kicks out of his pin, right away, kicks the Senator in the groin, dragging him over to the corner. As the champ leaves the ring, Wyvern meets him on the outside. However, he is unable to stop the Tiger VII, as he finds the right spot, pulling a sledgehammer and chair out from under the ring, tossing the chair in, but keeping the hammer as a threat as he slowly gets back up onto the apron. Fleming seems too distracted to do much of anything, with the pain of the powder in his eyes. The Senator is face down on the mat, as Chance sticks him in the corner, and places the chair in his face, propping it against either side of the ropes.
Edison: Oh no! This is going to be it for the Senator's career if it connects, concussions and skull fractures!
McNally: Security needs to stop this from happening. They also need to end the match before anything truly seriously occurs.
Saito urges Chance to swing away as he measuredly assesses the situation, aimlessly swinging the sledgehammer in the air...he pulls back, summoning all his remaining strength...and brings the sledgehammer around at an incredible velocity, connecting full force into the steel chair, leaving a dent that appears to protrude into the face of Steve Phillips.
Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNGEEEERRRRRROUUUUUUSSSSSS!
McNally: And with that, the Senator's hopes were flushed down the drain. Gingerdude, if you're listening, it would behoove you to protect your reputation and talent, and get some help out here right now.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:31:27 GMT -5
The Senator falls straight down after Emmerson removes the chair. Wyvern finally gets into the ring at this point, holding another chair in his hands, daring Chance to swing his deadly weapon again. Umeko seems to have RAF down to the mat with her sleeper, showing a bit of unexpected power in her otherwise slight frame.
McNally: What we just saw here was beyond the normal level of brutality even in ACW. That would likely have been the final title shot for Steve Phillips either way, but after receiving that blow, it is almost certainly the last match we'll see him in here on ACW programming. One also has to wonder if there's brain damage from this, will it affect his political career?
Chance cracks his neck, swinging his hammer at the former International Champion, but he misses by a long shot. Wyvern goes for a chair shot, but this is batted away by the hammer, and a quick lariat with the weapon across the throat takes care of the final nuisance. Chance pulls Phillips over to the middle of the ring, rolling him over to reveal somewhat of a crimson mask on his crushed opponent. Umeko laughs at the sight...but that's her mistake, as RAF has finally managed to clear his eyes out in the sleeper, hoisting Saito onto his shoulder, he walks over to the ropes, dumping her on the hard floor with a loud smack.
Edison: Woah, that was harsh!
Emmerson places a foot on the chest of the Senator, and with the chairs and hammer out of the ring, RAF decides to formalize the win, and make the final three count, barely able to see out of his still partially blinded eyes...
...one.
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...two.
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...THE SENATOR KICKS OUT BEFORE THE THREE COUNT!!
Edison: He kicked out! Heck, I thought he wasn't alive!
McNally: This might be going against his best judgment, that might just have been pure instinct, though, or a muscle twitch.
Chance now covers his opponent with a lateral press, hooking the legs...
...1
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...2
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...Phillips kicks out again!
McNally: This is absolutely insane.
Edison: No, this is SPARTA...er...ok, Maxie, wrong place, wrong time...I'll shut up here.
Chance stands over the Senator, kicking him weakly in the face, and now planting his boot right on his opponent's throat. RAF is too blinded to tell from a standing position to break it up, or count a pin, and drops down onto the mat. As he does, he manages to get a small amount of Emmerson's attention, as he turns down to see the flash of motion in the corner of his good eye. This leaves him wide open, as Phillips is able to push the foot off his throat, take Chance down to the mat, and quick as a flash, locks in his shoot style heel hold figure four leglock, the Victory Lock II! Emmerson squirms in the hold, the accumulated exhaustion from using up his offence, and from the Senator's consistent attacks on the leg making it that much more difficult to endure. Umeko recovers on the outside about by now, and incensed, she tries to dive into the ring, either to attack Fleming again, or to break up the submission, it's unknown, as the also-recovered Wyvern manages to catch her by the feet, hauling her up onto his shoulders, and dragging her all the way to the back.
McNally: It is about time that Saito was eliminated from the equation in this incredible contest.
The Victory Lock II has two stages, first, the basic shoot setup to the figure four, and two, a rolling deathlock figure four of sorts. The Senator tries to get his opponent over into the second stage...but notices something wrong when he can not roll Chance Emmerson over, as he has previously done to many other opponents. Instead, Chance amazingly starts to not only stop the move from rolling over, but now, he starts to use the sheer brute force of his legs to break the pressure on the hold. With a loud shout, and with sweat dripping off his reddened face, Emmerson finally manages to push upwards, breaking out of the Victory Lock II in a decidedly difficult manner!
McNally: Chance Emmerson broke the Victory Lock II, I don't think I've ever seen that done before, not by methods other than rope break, and certainly, I've never seen a figure four leglock broken quite like that!
The effort appears to have drained Emmerson by a large degree, but he still is able to get back to a knee, rubbing his leg. The Senator rolls back to his own feet, charging his opponent, hitting a low angle Washington Lariat on his recovering opponent.
Edison: Lariatoooo!
Instead of covering or applying a submission, Phillips raises a fierce Victory pose, his eyes, although masked in blood, possess an unmistakable fire. He pulls Chance up by an arm, now lighting into his chest with repeated knife edge chops for the first time in the match, knocking his opponent back with each single strike. About halfway across the ring, Chance merely puffs out his increasingly welt covered chest, almost Terminator-like in his defiance as he takes the blows without giving an inch. After a particularly hard chop, Chance tries to retaliate with a Strike VII roundhouse to the head, but is unable to connect, his legspeed visibly diminished. The Senator answers in response with even more chops, knocking Emmerson back again, knocking him all the way into the corner with this flurry. With a loud shout, Phillips starts dealing out rapid fire chops in the corner, mixing them up with elbows to the head on the way back. Chance seems to be on the ropes, both literally and figuratively...but a headbutt changes this, getting the Senator off him, and leaving a small blotch of blood on his own forehead. Before he can recover, Phillips sees Chance running at him, and although at about half speed, Emmerson is still able to flip his opponent over with his lariat.
Edison: Lariatooooooo!
Chance rolls the Senator over, into a pin...
...1
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...2
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...The Senator escapes the pinfall! Emmerson goes for a stomp, but it's countered, with Phillips lifting up the leg, to go for a dragon screw, but instead decides to blast his opponent in the chest with another chop. Chance seems incredibly fed up with the chops, dropping his leg to the mat, he brings the other one up in a knee to the gut, hammer throwing the Senator into the ropes, he catches him on the return with a doublearm tossup, catching him in midair with the Ka-Li-Ma, an Iron Claw Slam, driving his opponent into the mat...
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...two.
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...The Senator kicks out yet again!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:31:50 GMT -5
McNally: I think the Senator knows full well that he's not going to go for that belt again, and he might as well make it count this time.
Emmerson, though, starts to see his own title slip from his grasp, which gives him a bit of renewed energy. He walks over, punching Phillips in the head, further opening up his cut with the fist and then prying away with both hands at the wound. Phillips answers with a series of alternating boxing style punches to the ribs, throwing left and right hooks with abandon, mixing up roundhouse kicks into the equation, and doubling Chance over, going behind, and goes for a backdrop suplex.
Edison: No way! He can't lift that big man off the mat!
And indeed, he can't as Chance counters with elbows to the head, clasping on a side headlock, while he fires punches into the top of his opponent's head. Emmerson steps back, posing in a Muay Thai position, and sends his opponent flying back into the ropes with a front kick to the chest. As the Senator returns, Emmerson goes for his Ka-Li-Ma once again...but this is a devastating mistake, as Phillips is able to shoot his foot up, connecting flush with his opponent's skull.
McNally: A thunderous Partisan Kick delivered by the Senator! That move's finished many of our all time greats here!
Chance falls back, but not over, but this only leaves him open for a second Partisan Kick, that sends him rolling down to the mat, and back onto his hands and knees. Finally, Phillips takes a deep breath, starting over to the opposite ropes, bouncing off them, and coming off them on the return, he approaches his opponent at a low altitude, sliding on the mat with one knee, fully extending the other leg into a brutal sliding variation on the Partisan Kick, which drops the ACW Champion down to the mat, sending the Arena into near silence, as RAF rushes over to make the count...
...one.
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...two.
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...THREE.
Phillip Jones: Your winner, and NEW ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS!
A gigantic roar of appreciation resounds across the massive audience, as "Eye of the Tiger" once again plays over the sound system. Phillips looks in the ring as if he is about to collapse, from injury, blood loss, exhaustion, but more than anything, sheer surprise. He strikes a weak Victory pose on his knees, while RAF receives the belt from a ringside worker.
McNally: This is simply amazing, I will now admit that I did not think this would be the outcome here, especially after that horrible Tiger’s Hammer was delivered!
Edison: I didn’t think the old man could win either! It was a fluke, anyway! He got knocked so silly that he didn’t know how to give up!
Chance Emmerson is nearly out cold, but as medics try to revive him, they realize that the Tiger VII might have lost the match, but not his pride, as he gets off the gurney, decks one with a right, before stumbling up the entranceway to the backstage area. As he disappears, the Senatorial Stable, both from Fallout and ACW make their way out from the area, and the medics apply a wrap bandage to the Senator’s head.
In the ring, meanwhile, RAF holds up the Senator's arm in triumph, and receives a weak, but respectful handshake from the new champion. The Stable all enter the ring, Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris both roughly hoist Phillips on their shoulders, to a shout from the champ, and a disapproving shake of the head from Scott Andrews, which both tell them to let him down. Mina von Pathos gives the Senator a congratulatory kiss on the cheek, while Rattlesnake/Cobra shakes his hand. Will Anger seems rather out of it, but still offers some weak congratulations. Jason Freeman, wearing the new ACW Fallen Heroes '07 t-shirt, happily nods at the politician/wrestler.
Finally, Wyvern is the last person on the outside, and takes a long while to get up the stairs, perhaps still a bit stunned from the sledgehammer lariat, or from having to deal with Umeko Saito again. Nevertheless, he too quickly shakes Phillips's hand. From ringside, a photographer motions for the Stable to pose as a group for pictures, which takes a good amount of time to do, as they jostle for position, and Will Anger is almost left out when he rolls to the outside to yell at a fan at ringside. Kalb has to go out, and pull him back in before the picture can be taken, and as we fade out, what better scene, than a champion surrounded by his friends, holding his belt proudly in the air?
ACW has survived Genocide… but an even bigger challenge now awaits…
30 will begin the chase, only one will be victorious.
The Fallen Heroes Battle Royale… the struggle begins now.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by The Senator on Mar 24, 2007 17:38:01 GMT -5
Check my sig:)
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Post by xs3 on Mar 24, 2007 17:38:07 GMT -5
Senator and Thunderkiss are the new respective champs! UUUUUUBEEER PWWWWWWWWWNAGE!
Fantastic show with some top class writing from everyone. Scott's segment caught me off guard, Michael had a great intro and Flamingo's segment was pretty good too.
*marks out for the return of AK*
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Post by jade on Mar 24, 2007 17:43:03 GMT -5
Fantastic show everyone! Honestly, the Rena/Rayne vs. AK thing = purealmondjoyness! Can't wait for the next pay per view. I'm expecting new storylines and new twist... and I better get my expectations or else! >:0
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Post by Dalton on Mar 24, 2007 18:06:58 GMT -5
*applause*
Great job guys, great show.
lol @ Senator wearing the belt that says Emmerson
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Post by chengling on Mar 24, 2007 18:46:24 GMT -5
Yet another spectacular PPV in the books. Great work from everyone who contributed.
Yes, I know I lost, but Jonny gave me and Flamingo a good match, and I had my fair share of fun in this.
I have to say I'm proud of Flamingo for putting on his first full-fledged feud. You told me at the beginning that you wanted to prove you can do more than straight promos, and I feel you've accomplished that goal. I'll miss your presence during your hiatus for this month. All that I ask is that you come back strong. May we one day meet again, may we both be better writers, and may the stakes be higher.
Incredible climax to the Rayne/Alicia feud. A possible return of the Atomic gimmick has me seriously giddy. Not that I didn't like the Alicia Laureano character, but I preferred her when she had a bit of attitude. A great touch with the surprise match.
I really enjoy these fights that Snake has with Cobra. They have a really nice hardcore edge to them. And I also like that Snake is really standing up to Cobra and taking initiative against him like he never has before.
I thought Freeman's introductory segment was one of his better ones, even if AK kinda shamed him with her additions. I like how he's taking the "me against the world attitude." He seems to have adequate fuel to build his character now. Plus, I am pretty excited about the Freeman Fan Club. From what Jason has told me, it's looking pretty amusing.
I can't believe Scott and Jessie are over with. This happens to leave Nick and Renix as the no. 2 best couple in ACW. Hurrah, I tell you, hurrah.
I like how Wyldcard showed a bit of versatility and wrote a fairly serious segment. A very nice touch with the card metaphore as well.
I loved the segment between Hunter and Stark. The exchanges between these two are always very witty and enlightened. I would love to see a revival of their feud.
I was a bit disappointed that no incredible twist happened during the championship match. There just seemed to be so many uneasy alliances building, but oh well, it was a spectacular match nontheless. I'm glad to see someone as deserving as Senator finally getting his day.
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Post by Thunderkiss on Mar 24, 2007 19:57:22 GMT -5
My take on the PPV as I start from top to bottom:
Mike: Excellent job on the PPV opening. It easily could be a real PPV script.
Freeman’s promos really have him turned back in the right direction. Though the OOC one was flirting with disaster, one thing I like is totally new and fresh stuff. Kudos for thinking of that – but negative Kudos for giving AK a heart attack by not telling her first. And I also enjoyed working with Freeman this month, and I thought our “mini dialogue” at the start of the match was the perfect way to end it. I didn’t see a lot of that tonight so I’m glad we had that in our match.
Though I laughed at the “Ass Guard” match all week long, Spade really brought it to life and gave Edison/McNally some of the best dialogue of the night.
Though a few notable wrestlers were absent from this card, it most certainly held its own with a lot of memorable matches. First, I had no idea that Renix was Kubbyd’s client – never saw it coming.
Dan, I know you PM’ed me this morning to warn me about my use of the ladder – and not that I would care anyway – I thought what happened was very well planned out and fit in for TK. The whole match was well presented and I consider it another great gift for my first ever ACW title win.
Nobody has said anything, so it pleases me to be the first – JAY BASIN. You made yourself known tonight and you showed some passion in your promos. You WILL be a contender here and I wouldn’t be surprised if I will shortly be seeing you in the ring.
Vortex: I’m also glad you got on the board tonight. I enjoyed your take on some of the roster, including myself. A bit more time put into Vortex, and I’m certain more rewards you will reap.
The “surprise” match indeed turned out the be the biggest PPV surprise tonight and a highly enjoyable turn. When I mature further one of my hopes is to work a program with AK, because frankly, the clash would be a highly enjoyable read.
Other solid segments: Though these were kinda continuations of their respective character’s development Snake and XS3 gave us more great chapters in their ongoing stories.
Another surprise for me was the tag match. Tremendously well done with a surprise ending … at least to me. Attached along with this were great segments from all involved, including Jack.
Kudo & Latino was well written, in fact, all matches were well done tonight – however, I predicted that this match would “steal the show” but didn’t. I thought there would be a surprise in this one as well but it didn’t materialize.
The later part of the show, before the main event, was totally stolen by Hunter with his great promos with Stark and Scott. The end of Jessie and Scott?! What is this, breakup month? Also, Brimstone is so methodical in his segments, I just love reading them.
Finally, THE SENATOR/EMMERSON. Like Nick, I was expecting some shenanigans in this match but in no way am I going to let that make me dislike it in anyway. Besides, I should have known Sen wouldn’t allow any “Russo Swerves” in his match. Senator proclaimed to me that this match may have been his best work, and while I have not read all of his work – I can say this has to be up there. The pacing of the match was excellent and you just felt the utter desperation at some times by the Senator to win this match for it may be his last shot. Emmerson was represented well by Senator as well, a wrestling machinewho wanted to play “spoiler” here and almost did. Plus use of the Iron Claw? Win! I have to admit, a smile came across my face at the conclusion for ‘ol Senny. Its been a long time coming.
Thunderkiss PPV rating: 8.5/10
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