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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:48:42 GMT -5
Match 5: Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune vs. Scott Andrews
The show is about two hours in, and the crowd is buzzing as they await the next match. It may not have the lure of a title, or a headline grabbing stipulation, but it’s still been the subject of much discussion in the preceding week. After all, everyone loves a good homecoming…
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is an intergender singles match, set for one fall! Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable, the Scarlet Assassin… Scott Andrews!
”Destroy Everything” by Hatebreed blares over the PA, and the crowd makes a lot of noise as Scott comes out on to the stage. As with a lot of people this evening, the sheer scale takes him by surprise, and he absorbs some of the atmosphere before making his way to the ring. If it’s a big audience he’s after, his wishes have most certainly been granted.
Once Scott is in the ring, the distinctive bassline of “I’m a Bomb” kicks in, and the crowd comes alive in distinct fashion…
Philip: And his opponent, from London, England… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
AK walks out as the chorus of her song hits, and the beam on her face at the sight before her is priceless. The crowd goes nuts in the way that only your home town ever does, and AK takes quite a while to get to the ring due to the sheer number of people crowding at the barriers and trying to attract her attention. Scott waits it out good-naturedly, and once AK finally gets to ringside, she is quick to prepare herself for the match, keeping any further showboating to a minimum.
With the ref in the ring and Philip back on the outside, it’s all systems go…
Bell Rings.
The crowd is still recovering from the marathon of the preceding Ironman match, but that doesn’t prevent them from still making the stadium echo with their whoops and whistles as Scott and AK start to scope one another out. The atmosphere has both of them on their toes; AK gets an obvious boost from the home crowd, but Scott seems able to draw off of the energy as well, and when the two of them get close enough to engage they swap forearms and kicks at a truly frenetic pace. AK swiftly moves things along by whipping Scott into the ropes, but Scott comes back at her like a speeding bullet and hits a mighty clothesline which causes AK to strike the mat with a crack, amplified by the mics attached to the ring so that it’s akin to a localized thunderclap. The acoustics in the massive space add a whole new dimension to the experience, and the place is swamped in sound as AK nips back up, narrowly ducking a swinging roundhouse kick from Scott.
Wanting to maintain the pace, AK tries another whip. Scott reverses this and sends AK into the nearest set of ropes; she rebounds into a neat armdrag, and Scott transitions this into an armbar. There is a battle of wills for several seconds until AK gets free; Scott smirks a little, and immediately launches into a stream of powerful backhand chops, making both AK and the crowd wince. AK has to go on the defensive and keeps on the move, forcing Scott to follow her around; the Scarlet Assassin, though, is just as quick and is able to back AK into a corner. Rather than trapping her there, he uses the opportunity to get close enough to perform his leg lift backdrop suplex. This sets up the first pin of the encounter and earns Scott a solid 2 count.
Scott’s had the best of the opening few minutes, but AK won’t be discouraged that easily, and the crowd can be heard willing her to step up to the challenge. She pushes Scott off of her, and is the first back to her feet; using the time to her advantage she runs to the ropes and then connects with a Harley Race knee which leaves Scott momentarily disorientated. Trying something a bit out of the ordinary, AK takes her opponent on head to head, working herself into a rhythm and using some well-executed chops of her own – it’s an unusual and risky strategy, but Scott certainly isn’t prepared for it and AK is able to get in three or four solid hits before Scott recovers sufficiently to block. As soon as he does this, AK pivots around behind him, hooks him up underneath his conveniently raised arms, and uses the strength in her legs for a release German suplex. As Scott rolls across the ring from the throw, AK hurries to the ropes and jumps to the second before performing a quebrada and landing on top of Scott before he can get up. A pin follows naturally, and Scott kicks out just a fraction before the 2.
The crowd wants more, and that seems to suit both competitors; AK and Scott trade blows close to the ropes, Scott being the first to score a telling hit. He gets in front of AK and performs a high and impressive dropkick, sending AK out over the top ropes. She recovers to her feet quickly, which Scott anticipates; the crowd’s reaction gets noisy as he points his fingers in a “gun barrel” taunt, and then performs his Heat Seeker (Front Flip Diving Neckbreaker) from the top rope to the outside with a springboard launch. It looks fantastic, and the whole arena responds with a huge pop; Scott can’t conceal his pleasure at this, but he hasn’t got much time to reflect as AK has no intention whatsoever of allowing him to impinge on her spotlight unimpeded.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:49:28 GMT -5
Gathering her thoughts and her energy, she stands and delivers a hefty kick to Scott’s gut, just a split second before he’s able to defend himself. Scott doubles over, and with the referee’s 10 count heading toward the half-way mark, AK gets him into a headlock and works his midsection whilst simultaneously applying pressure to the neck. Scott has to exert himself to break free, but it’s only a temporary respite as AK hops up on to the apron and uses the height to perform a hurricanrana, sending the pair of them clattering into the barriers. The cumulative effects on Scott are beginning to mount, and AK decides to re-enter the ring with the count at 7. She doesn’t try to hinder Scott from following her, instead taking the few seconds as a chance to regain her breath as Scott rolls back to the inside.
Wanting to continue dictating the pace, AK once again shows a bullish attitude and takes Scott on directly, landing a couple of kicks to his ribs. Scott’s tactical mind is in evaluation mode; he has figured out by now that AK has been working on the parts of her skillset which were previously less developed, and is using Scott as a guinea-pig to test herself out. Admirable as this may be, Scott knows that you don’t win matches by letting someone else set the agenda, and ideas of his own begin to form. Instead of using his physique to muscle AK back, he becomes evasive, and backs away, reducing his energy burn even as AK has to increase hers to follow him.
The fans don’t exactly want to see a load of prancing around the ring, and fortunately for them Scott is merely setting the scene for something more tactile. He switches tack in the blink of an eye; AK’s own momentum brings her close, and Scott produces a powerful Reload (Dragon Whip) as she tries to smack him with a high kick. There are a few boos from the crowd as Scott stomps his opponent; AK grimaces a little but is able to roll clear, and opts to counter-attack by pivoting around behind Scott and planting a kick to his lower back. Scott spins with his arm extended and AK barely ducks it, only for Scott to at once respond with a leg drop while AK is bent forward. The crowd winces audibly as face meets mat, and Scott turns AK on to her back for the cover, 1….2..- she gets her arm clear, albeit now showing a few signs of fatigue. Scott tries his luck again with a second pin, AK kicks out at the 2 count, and both superstars pick themselves up, recognizing that this clash is some way from being finished.
There is a moment or two of relative calm as Scott and AK both consider their next moves. The crowd urges them on, and AK indulges in a little “rallying of the troops”, getting the fans behind her before moving toward Scott. Scott holds his ground steadfastly, and AK initiates a grapple. The pair of them test out their strength, seemingly both as keen as the crowd to get a handle on one another’s power, and it’s evident that AK has been practicing using the physical strength which she has to best advantage, holding Scott at bay for several seconds. She still can’t compete with her male counterparts on an entirely level playing field of course, and Scott eventually makes her pay for her audacity with a Fisherman’s suplex leading to a fresh pin. The crowd, however partisan, has to admit that Scott is on classic form tonight, but as AK pulls herself back to her feet, a gleam in her eye suggests that she has some more left to bring to the table.
Scott is building toward his truly shattering techniques, and no one can blame him for wanting the feather in his cap for defeating the hometown favorite – however, his drive leads him to be just a tiny bit too hasty, and after he executes a DDT to leave AK reeling, he whips her forcefully into the corner. AK looks dazed as Scott signals his running Shining Wizard; he commits fully, only for AK to slip aside at the last moment. Scott knees the turnbuckle and has to grab wildly at the ropes to prevent himself from suffering an unintended and painful head-first tumble to the outside; he succeeds, but AK is already backed up and she rushes at him while his back is turned. Scott is unfortunate enough to turn around straight into AK’s Liger Kick, and gets a boot to the face; the crowd yells, and now Scott is literally left reeling as AK lets rip.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:50:34 GMT -5
The noise is massive as AK lays into Scott with everything she has, kicking multiple hues out of her opponent while he is stuck against the corner post. The fans love the unbridled aggression, and they spur AK to uncharacteristic brutality as she stands on the second rope and attempts to re-arrange Scott’s face for him. The sound of 90,000 people counting a 10-punch in the corner is not one which will be easily forgotten, and AK finishes up by grabbing on to her opponent and rushing diagonally across the ring to hit the Fox Flip (Acid Drop). With Scott down, AK makes the cover and decisively hooks the leg, 1……2…-
As he thrusts his arm in the air, Scott opens his eyes and is rewarded with a look of great surprise from AK before he shoves her back. Adrenaline rushes to his aid, and the situation flips around in an instant as Scott leaps up and whips AK away from him. He runs toward her as she ricochets, and delivers a screaming running spinning wheel kick; AK is thrown over by the force, and Scott immediately lifts her up on to his knee and performs the “Reasuring the Kill (MK I)” (Pendulum Backbreaker). The crowd reacts as Scott pins; AK kicks just after the 2, but Scott almost seemed to anticipate this, and is already standing up. He glances at the fans, and then without pausing raises the stakes with the “Reassuring the Kill (MK 2)”, this time adding a vicious guillotine leg drop to the sequence. AK is clearly getting badly worn down now, and she gets her shoulder up just before the 3 count; Scott stands again, and the crowd is split, both chanting for AK to make a comeback but also wanting to see if Scott intends to take the chain of events all the way…
Scott makes his decision, and the crowd roars as he signals the rare “Reassuring the Kill” (MK III). He sets AK up for the move – but before he can execute it, there is a sudden surge in the noise from the fans. Instinctively Scott looks up, and that moment’s hesitation is seized upon by AK, who breaks away, backing into the corner. She too looks, and sees that it is none other than Butch, walking out from the entrance way toward the ring.
The fans start to boo like anything, and AK casts a glance at Scott. The Scarlet Assassin looks confused… but is he really surprised, or is this just another of his previous tricks? AK isn’t about to take a chance, and while Scott is watching his hired help come up to ringside, AK throws herself into the ropes and catches Scott out with a crossbody, knocking them both down to the mat.
Butch shouts encouragement to Scott as he and AK scrap a little on the canvas; AK rolls through and tries to apply the catch-22 (ankle lock variation), but Scott pulls his feet away and both rise at the same instant. The crowd is now up on its feet as the two competitors strive for that crucial advantage, and Butch watches closely as the match sways on a knife edge. He grips the bottom rope as AK strikes Scott’s temple and commits a lot of energy to lift him up for the reversal of fortune… but Scott isn’t done yet and he battles back, causing AK to stagger before being forced to let him drop. At once, Scott lashes out with the Head Shot; AK tries to go sideways and takes a partial impact, her knees buckling. Scott dives into the cover, 1….2…thr- No! AK kicks, and the crowd goes mental as she pushes Scott back and determinedly rises, not willing to give in. Scott too is at the peak of his motivation, and he instantly tries to end it with a second head shot, only for AK to this time dodge it successfully, and nail Scott with a twisting EMP of her own. There is a thud as Scott hits the deck, and AK pins, 1…2…- Scott throws his arm up, and now the place is literally vibrating from the noise and movement of the crowd. In the corner of the shot, Butch watches as Scott claws his way up, a little way behind AK, eyes alight with the pure, unadulterated rush of the match…
The fans bellow as AK goes for broke and gets up on the ropes to let fly at Scott with a head-mashing flying kick. Scott has no time to dodge, so he incredibly leaps straight upward and throws his feet forward into a high angled dropkick into AK’s upper chest. The clash of opposing forces brings both of them down hard, and the pair are dazed and facing away from one another as they lie on the mat. They slowly stir as the referee begins a 10 count, 1….2….3-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:50:52 GMT -5
The count stops abruptly; Scott and AK are too groggy to notice this in the critical second or so, but they do notice the sound of the crowd howling with shock and anger. Butch is in the ring, and has nailed the referee with a chair pulled from underneath it; he stalks AK… and then walks stealthily past her, and lets Scott have it with the weapon at full force. The crowd is stunned; AK registers the metallic hit and twists around, but Butch is devious enough to stay out of her line of sight and all the yelling in the world can’t alert AK before it’s too late. Butch takes her down in precisely the same way as Scott, leaving the ring still and devastated.
Taking his time, Butch examines the scene, and then carefully places the chair so that it is equidistant from both Scott and AK. He slides out of the ring just as the referee is coming around…
The ref wakes, to discover the chaotic scene; unable to work out what’s happened, he calls at once for the bell and moves to check on both parties.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has declared this match to be a No Contest!
The stadium is in near-uproar as AK and Scott are shaken out of their stupor by the sound all around them. They both see the chair at about the same time… and then they see one another. AK just looks at Scott, and shakes her head in disappointment… but Scott isn’t looking at her. He’s looking at Butch, who immediately points accusatorily at AK. It doesn’t take very long for Scott to get the idea-
-And all hell breaks loose as a furious Scott Andrews throws himself at a shocked AK. What was only moments ago a riveting and honorable contest becomes an ugly and bitter brawl, with both AK and Scott convinced that the other has screwed them over. The ref tries to intervene, but it’s like trying to separate a lion and a lioness, and the official has no choice but to call in security. The crowd boos fiercely as it take a near- ringful of men to split the two superstars up.
Ushered to the back separately, AK’s look of anger is one which chills those who see it. And as for Scott… he simply seethes, as Butch pats him on the back and deepens his deception, letting his poisonous words do their job. As Scott is led away, he is one and only person in the entire stadium who seems entirely satisfied with the match’s ultimate outcome…
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:51:30 GMT -5
Segment: Sins of the Father (Credit: Jay Zero) The scene opens up to the backstage area of Jay Zero’s locker room. It’s been quite a while after his hard fought match with Santiago and as he opens up the bathroom door, steam spews into the rest of the room. Through the steam a wet Jay Zero emerges with a towel wrapped around his waist. Right at this moment, Santiago Rivera busts through the door, which makes Zero jump back and grab the towel out of shock. [/center] Zero: Jesus! [/color] He adjusts the towel and pushes his wet hair out of his eyes. [/center] Zero: Pretty nice showing you had out there, kid! But in the end, looks like the mentor always beats the protégé! [/color] Santiago: What the hell did you do? Zero: Hmph? [/color] Santiago: Who the hell do you think you are you? Zero: Whoa, buddy, calm down. That low blow out there…it…it was just a tactic. I saw an opportunity and I needed to seize the moment. Nothing personal, kid. [/color] Santiago: I’m not talking about that and you sure as hell know it! First things first, I’m not a “kid” to you, if anything you’re the kid! I’m older than you and you need to learn some respect! Second off, where do you go off bringing him here? Zero: Santi, man, why are you getting so worked up over this? I brought him here to help you; to support you. [/color] Santiago: Yeah well thanks but no thanks. Out of the millions of fans, he’s one that I don’t need support from. Zero: Wh- - [/color] Santiago: Out of my entire neighborhood, when I was growing up, I had to sit back on my front porch , and watch them. Watch all the other kids play catch, and basketball with their dads. While all I got to do was watch my younger brother and pray that my father returned home that night, still in one piece and at least with some spare change in his pocket. I never had to live in his shadow, merely because there was nothing to him that would make me want to take after him. Because of that man, I wish I never had to carry on the Rivera name; it was a disgrace to me. Now, once I finally thought I had escaped my worst enemy for several years, you come along thinking you’re helping me, when in reality you’re just pissing off the wrong guy at this point. Zero, wise up, cause as of right now, your boat is slowly sinking. Santiago turns around, leaving Jay with that speech. As he goes to open the door, Jay stops him. [/center] Zero: Yeah….well that’s terrible and all Santi, but what exactly are you blaming your father for now? All the suffering that he led you to, has done nothing but help improve you in life. You’ve learned from the worst and that has helped propel you to great achievements in life. So if you want your father totally out of your life for actually making you one of the former top stars of this business, go ahead.
Just, go ahead and throw that all out the window! [/color] Santiago slowly turns around to see Jay shaking his head. [/center] Zero: You’re blind….You’re oblivious to the actions that have surrounded you tonight, San. When you saw your father, what did you do? You assumed that I had done this to try and tear you down; break you. But y’know what, San? In this business, you never assume, you never presume, all you do is use your surroundings, and build off of them.
When you saw your father, you could have used that entirely as a motivator. Taken all of that anger and rage you have for him out of me. You probably would have finished me right there and then on the spot! But no…..you stood in awe. You stood in the middle of the jungle, expecting to not be bit by the snake. And once you turned your back long enough, I sure as hell saw the chance and injected my poisonous venom deep into your body and soul. [/color] Santiago: It’s funny how you can say all that stuff saying he’s only helped when you don’t even know! Zero: Yeah, maybe I don’t know, San! So what, he gave you one of the most motivating things ever. Pain, and when put to the right use, pain can help propel you to do things you never imagined, and make you more famous than anything. Some people use pain to make themselves infamous instead. So from now on, you take that pain that he’s left you with, and you put it to use however the hell you want.
If you still sincerely hate him for all the things he’s done, then fine, he’s gone. I’ll get him his plane ticket back home and you’ll never have to see his face again. So, if you still think that I’m a terrible man for trying to bring an important part of your life back to you, then sorry. I guess class will be dismissed early. [/color] Jay turns around and walks over to his duffle bag, pulling out a neatly folded pair of pants and a t-shirt. Totally ignoring Santiago, he brings the clothes over to the bathroom where he enters and then closes the door. Santiago just continues staring at a spot on the wall before whispering something to himself. [/center] Santiago: …..Maybe you’re right…..this night has brought some pain to me, and I’m going to use this to propel me Jay…..I’m going to use this to my advantage. I’m going to end you. I’m going to end you nice and slow so you can feel that pain that I have lived my entire life with. He looks back into the rest of Jay’s locker room before opening the door. He merely spits on the floor before leaving and slamming the door behind him. With this slamming, shock waves are sent through the floor and two pictures on a bookshelf begin shaking. One eventually falls, smashing. The camera zooms into the picture, finding it to be a now, smashed picture of Jay in his ring attire. We then fade out with this screen capture. End.[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:51:51 GMT -5
Segment: Underrated and Overlooked (Credit: Jake/BK)
At Spring Into Hell, you think it would be hot. Damn England. Jake sits shivering in his next temporary locker room, along with Stan and the pregnant Kiley, whose hair is tattered from long hours of struggle as she sits, tied to a chair. She isn’t struggling now, her head just hangs as she looks at the floor. Jake breathes into his hands while he sits on the floor wearing his new black and red hakama pants and a sweatshirt. Kiley picks her head up and pleads with Jake.
Kiley: Jake, why?
Jake: Kiley. Have you looked at your husband lately? Once you get past the thick fog that is his ego, it’s not a pretty sight.
Kiley: But...
Jake: Kiley, he would hold you down if he could. He’s holding down your child.
Kiley: No, I mean...
Jake: Kiley, its easily say what he does to you. How can you be so blind?
Kiley: JAKE!
Jake: What?
Kiley: I meant why kidnap me?
Jake: Oh. I needed BK to accept me match. That’s obvious. I thought you were smarter than that.
Kiley: There were probably other ways. More legal ways.
Jake stifles a laugh.
Jake: Yeah, well, this way worked just fine. You see, I am the most overlooked and underrated person in this comany. I have been here for almost as long as BK London, and what do I have to show for it? Four Light Heavyweight Championship reigns. A few tag team reigns here and there. And an Entertainment Title reign. But the one championship that has eluded me over that long course of time, one championship that I have not been given a shot at is the ACW Heavyweight Championship. I have proved myself to bet he best damn Light Heavyweight in this company's history, and now it's time to ascend. Ascend to the next level, and what's the perfect way to do that? Defeat the man who has seemed to have done it all, who has been to the top of the mountain, who has become the most accomplished man in ACW history.
Kiley: But couldn't you just ask for ACW Title match? Couldn't you earn it in some sort of match?
Jake: You think I haven't tried? You think I haven't sent message after message after message to Gingerdude's answering machine saying that I would like an opportunity at the ACW Heavyweight Championship? No one, NO ONE thinks I deserve a shot. Not even you, admit it.
Kiley: Well uhhh...
Jake: ADMIT IT!! Well tonight, all the doubt's change. Tonight, every person who has seen me as nothing more than a Light Heavyweight will be witness the transformation. And they will have no option but to accept it. I am the past, the present, and the future of ACW, and tonight, your husband will see that first hand.
Jake rises up from his chair, and Kiley can feel his cold blue eyes penetrating her body. He then quickly turns to his partner in crime, Stan the Cameraman.
Jake: Make sure you keep her here until you get the signal alright?
Stan nods while trying to stay warm. Jake leaves the room and Stan and Kiley just sit there. They start to talk about what it feels like to be an NPC as the camera fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:52:28 GMT -5
Match 6: Two out of Three Falls Match Jake Cheng vs BK London (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This match will be a TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS match....
A huge pop from the crowd in Wembly Stadium as this is one of the more anticipated matches of the evening.
Phillip: ...making his way to the ring, from Hong Kong, China, weighing in at 200lbs, he is the ACW Light Heavyweight Champion, "The Asian Extraordinaire" Jake Cheng!
"4 Words" by Bullet for My Valentine sounds throughout the speakers and the entire crowd joins in on a frenzy of boos for the Light Heavyweight Champion. Jake Cheng, who looks somewhat confident going into this match, makes his way onto the stage with a smug look on his face while holding the Light Heavyweight Champion proudly on his shoulder. He struts down the ramp, holding his championship up in the faces of the unruly fans in the front row and even manages to rip a 'Jake Cheng Sucks' sign from the arms of a young man.
He hops up on the apron before stepping in the ring and makes his way to the middle turnbuckle where he stands up high, posing for the cameras. He holds his Light Heavyweight Championship over his head before hopping down and doing the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle. He rolls out of the ring and hands his championship over to Phillip before telling him to guard his title with his life, or he will rip him to pieces and Phillip very much obliges. Jake makes his way back in the ring and suddenly the arena plunges into darkness as his opponent's entrance begins.
Phillip: And his opponent, making his way to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 237lbs, he is the 2007 Fallen Heroes Battle Royal Winner, "The Showstoppah! The Main Eventah! The Headlinah!" 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 from the turnbuckle before staring at his opponent and now repeats the same process on the opposite turnbuckle. BK hops down one more time and he stays in his corner as he stares a hole through his opponent across the ring. What's holding him back from simply going off on Jake Cheng due to recent event? Who knows? But it appears he will be taking a more cool, calm, collected approach in this match.
Referee Raymond-Allen Fleming sounds for the bell, and now this match officially gets underway.
Jake makes his way to the center of the ring after hearing the bell, with a cocky swagger, and he seems ready to fight as he stares across the ring at his opponent, his former partner, his former best friend, BK London. But on the other side of the ring, it's a very different picture, while it is unknown what exactly is going through the head of the former ACW Heavyweight Champion at this time - one thing can be sure - the calm, cool, collected BK seems to have been thrown out the window and he looks absolutely pissed. BK looks over to the side, staring in the crowd for a bit before sprinting forward towars his opponent and delivering a earth shattering spear to Jake Cheng. Jake drops to the ground like a sack of bricks and now BK starts pummeling away at him with rights and lefts, not abiding by the rules at all but just wanting to inflict pain on his former partner for all the crazy things that has happened to him in the last month. RAF quickly rushes over and he grabs BK London from behind, pulling him off of Jake in order to get him into the corner and with this opportunity, Jake decides that this is his one chance to get a shot in and he waits for his time to strike. BK blows past RAF and in the blink of an eye, Jake manages to jam his thumb into the eye of London.
BK staggers around a bit, swinging, hoping to land a hit but Jake manages to follow up with a stiff knee to the gut before a vicious knee to his jaw. That shot sends BK staggering back into the ropes, and quickly Jake looks to capitalize with a chop to the chest. He comes to find that the chop has little to no effect on BK, and being the persistant guy he is, he attempts a chop again. BK endures the shot and asks for more, and Jake delivers another kinfe edge chop to his chest. Suddenly, BK delivers a chop of his own to the chest of Jake which echoes throughout the sold out arena. Jake clutches his chest in pain and BK drags him over to the corner before lacing him with another chop across the chest. Jake wails in pain, and his knees buckle under him, sending him to the ground but BK picks him up again and sets him up in the corner once more. He follows up by irish whipping his former partner across the ring, and as Jake bounces out of the corner BK delivers a huge back body drop. Jake rises up, clutching his lower back in pain and he walks over to BK who delivers a vicious chop to the bridge of his nose. A resounding "Ooooooooh" from the crowd follows as Jake screams out in pain again. He staggers around, holding his nose and BK measures him before throwing him up on his shoulders and delivering a painful Double Knee Gutbuster.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:53:02 GMT -5
Jake bounces up in the air and rolls towards the ropes in order not to be pinned, a good idea in theory...in theory. BK picks up Jake by the ropes and sends him across the ring with an irish whip. As he hits the opposing rope, Jake manages to grab onto it to prevent himself from flying back towards his opponent, another smart move by the Light Heavyweight Champion. BK rushes towards Jake, looking to follow up with an offensive manuever but Jake sends him soaring over the top rope to the outside. Luckily for BK, he lands on the apron and now makes his way up to the turnbuckle and begins to climb. Unluckily for BK, Jake manages to see BK make his way to the top rope in the corner of his eye and now the Light Heavyweight Champion runs up the turnbuckles and smacks BK in the side of the head with a kick. BK flies off the top rope all the way down to the ground below, but not before smacking his head against the announce table of Edison and McNally. The Fallen Heroes winner lays motionless on the outside and rather than capitalize, Jake decides he wants to take the first fall by countout and he demands RAF start counting.
RAF reaches to the seven count, and only now BK begins to show signs of life and he slowly makes his way up to a vertical base before grabbing the ring apron and attempting to pull himself in. As RAF makes it to the nine count, BK musters up enough strength to pull himself under the bottom rope and into the ring - but there Jake is, ready and waiting to pounce on him. The Asian Extraordinare follows up with several kicks to the lower back of his opponent before picking him up and delivering a snapmare. He then follows up with a absolutely stiff soccer kick to his back, proceeding the snapmare and BK howls out in undeniable pain. Jake pulls BK down to the mat, pinning his shoulders down and looks for the first fall of the match but BK manages to get his shoulder up right after two. Not wasting any time, Jake follows up with another set of kicks to his lower back and now locks in a surfboard - a move not normally seen in the repetoire of the Light Heavyweight Champion. RAF askes BK multiple times if he chooses to give up, but of course BK says no. BK manages to feed off the support of the crowd, and slowly makes his way up and twists his body so he can free himself from the painful manuever. Once doing so, he kicks Jake in the abdomen and bounces off the ropes to follow up with another move but out of nowhere Jake sends him back down to the mat with a Jumping Leg Lariat.
After being leveled by such a manuever, Jake follows up with a cover but once again BK manages to get his shoulder up. Jake pounds the mat in frustration, but doesn't forget his goal at hand to beat BK and now he picks him up and drags him to the corner. He then sets up BK on the top rope, before climbing up to the top rope for himself, obviously looking to hit a high impact manuever. Jake makes it to the top rope and looks for a Superplex, but BK London follows up with several punches to the gut and then finally three vicious headbutts to send him flying off the top rope. Jake drops off the top rope to the mat below hard, and now BK makes his way up to the top rope and looks both ways. He dives off the ropes with his legendary 'From Brooklyn to London', but Jake manages to get his knees up at the last second in order to combat the finishing manuever. BK grabs his abdominal area and slowly makes his way up to his feet, but Jake is right there to meet him with a vicious flash kick to the jaw which sends him stumbling backwards into the corner. Jake picks himself up before rushing to the corner with a great speed and driving the sole of his boot right into the jaw of his former partner. BK slumps down into the corner, obviously a bit knocked out from the attack and it appears Jake is signalling for the Bronco Buster.
He makes his way clear across the ring before charging at BK full speed again and looking to plant his nether regions in his face, but the Grand Slam Champion musters up enough strength to rise up out the corner and nearly take Jake's head off with a clothesline. Both men are down for the count following that absolutely vicious manuever, and RAF now begins to count. As RAF reached 6, we head into the 20 minute mark of the match and a fall still hasn't been decided yet and doesn't look like it's going to be anytime soon with the current situation. BK very gingerly climbs up to a vertical base, still clutching his abdomen in pain and he makes his way over to Jake who is rising up himself. He stalks him from behind, anticipating him to make it to his feet, and once he does BK delivers a killer London-Plex, taking Jake down once again. The Light Heavyweight Champion appears to be down for the count, but for some reason BK doesn't look like he's making the count, if anything he's crawling away from Jake. He uses the turnbuckles to help him make his way back up to the feet, and now begins stomping in the corner and it's apparrent what his plan is now.
The sold out Wembly Arena begins to stomp in unison with the crowd favorite, and it appears to be awaking Jake from his temporary slumber. He staggers up to his feet and turns around, and sees the Blueprint for Success coming straight at him. BK looks to land the Shades of Michaels straight in the jaw of Jake to possibly score the first fall, but the veteran Jake manages to side step the manuever and BK nearly hits RAF. RAF cringes, and blocks himself but BK manages to stop himself and turn around. Jake comes at him with a kick of his own, right to the groin, and with RAF still blocking himself he doesn't see what occurs. BK drops down to his knees and Jake connects with his Second Heartbeat manuever, a very vicious one at that. Flopping right on his back, Jake quickly wastes no time covering BK and surprisingly he manages to score the first fall of the match.
Phillip: And the first fall is awarded to Jake Cheng, he leads 1 fall to none.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:53:18 GMT -5
A roar of boos circulates throughout the arena and Jake makes his way up to his feet and jumps for joy. But he soon focuses right back on the match at hand, and covers BK one more time but only recieves a two count. Jake can't believe it, and he hooks both legs of BK this time when covering him to the same result. He's absolutely livid in the center of the ring, and begins screaming at RAFin his frustration. But RAF doesn't back down and assures him that the count as a two, the screaming contest between the two continues for a few more seconds until Jake decides to focus back on the match. He turns back towards BK and looks to pick him up, but the former World Champion rolls up the Asian Extraordinaire.
RAF slides on over and makes the count, but Jake manages to free himself from the pinning situation right before he can come down for the three. Jake springs up to his feet before BK and delivers a dropkick right to the side of his head, bringing him back down to the mat. You can see the agression mounting on the face of Jake, and he now picks BK up and tosses him out the ring to the ground below. BK lands very hard on the thin padded mat below, and now Jake exits the ring and begins to deliver some more pain. He picks him up and tosses him right into the steel barricade, seperating the ringside area from the fans and now Jake has some evil intentions in mind. He starts peeling the mat from the ground on the outside and RAF screams out loudly for Jake to cease this. Jake of course doesn't listen, being the rebel that he is, and he picks up BK and sets him up for a suplex on the bare concrete. Jake has BK over his head, when suddenly BK drives his knee into the forehead of Jake repeatedly. BK drops back down in front of Jake and takes him down with a Samoan Drop out of nowhere. Shortly after, BK rises up and rolls back into the ring, to break the count before rolling back to the outside.
He attempt to pick up Jake, but the ingenious oriental combats BK by pushing him back first into the steel steps. BK clutches his lower back in pain again and staggers over towards BK before recieving a kick to his abdomen. Jake positions himself behind BK to get a good running start, and looks to land a huge facebuster right on the concrete to mess up the facial features of his once partner - but BK has other plans. Jake grabs his head for the bulldog, but as he jumps in one fluid motion, BK brings him back first down on the solid concrete with a back suplex. Jake screams out in pain and the crowd applauds the impressive counter by the Triple Crown Champion. BK picks himself up, and Jake before rolling him back in the ring and rolling into the ring himself. BK follows up with a cover on his opponent, but Jake manages to get his shoulder up from the mat after two. Jake now clutches his lower back in pain and BK now ascends to the top rope. Jake makes his way up to his feet and BK dives off the top rope, debuting his V.Carter Clothesline, and taking down Jake at the same time. BK rolls over on his stomach in order to rise up to his feet and he now makes his way over to Jake for another cover, but once again Jake proves himself to be able to take a lot of punishment, once again kicking out.
This is even beginning to puzzle BK, as he has never known Jake to take this much punishment. Jake gets up to his feet and BK plants him back down in the center of the ring with a scoop slam before bouncing off the ropes. "BAAAAALLLLLIN" is said in unison by BK and the fans in the arena, before he drops a huge knee right to the head of Jake. Jake grabs his face in pain, and BK stalks him as he begins to rise up again. He kicks him in the gut and attempts to follow up with The Revolver, but Jake smartly counters and pushes BK into the ropes. BK comes off the ropes and Jake delivers a kick to his gut before bouncing off the ropes himself. He looks for an Scissors Kick, but BK evades that manuever aswell. BK grabs Jake from behind and looks for a Lungblower, but Jake manages to grab onto the top rope as a very smart counter. BK lands hard on the mat below, and Jake chooses to head out onto the apron, possibly looking to capitalize in a big way. On spaghetti legs, BK manages to get up to a vertical base and Jake looks for his Killing in the Name (Spike Springboard Hurricanrana), but BK ducks under it. Jake lands on his feet and turns around before walking right into a Shades of Michaels by BK. Both men fall to the ground at the same time and BK manages to muster up enough strength to crawl towards his partner. As it looks like BK is going to be awarded the second fall, something takes his attention away from the match on stage.
Stan The Cameraman makes his presence felt once again by grabbing the pregnant Kiley by her hair and dragging her to the stage. She thrashes around a bit, and manages to finally free herself from his clutches and runs down ringside where BK meets her by the ropes. BK tells her to move away from ringside, so she doesn't hurt herself or the baby, and Jake manages to get to his feet. He scoops up BK from behind, and rolls him up with a school boy. As RAF makes the count, he doesn't see Jake's legs on the middle rope to give him extra leverage and the three count is made to the surprise of the crowd.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, by a decisive 2 falls to none, Jake Cheng!
Utter shock.
The only two words in the words that can describe the feelings of BK London and the London crowd here tonight in the arena. Kiley watches from the outside, with her eyes nearly bulging out of her eye sockets as she watche Jake Cheng slide out the ring quicker than a hiccup after pinning her husband two falls to none, partially it being her fault.
BK positions himself in the middle of the ring on his knees as he watches Jake Cheng and Stan The Cameraman celebrate at the bottom of the stage, and he's absolutely speechless. For the first time in a long time, he feels absolutely embarassed with what has occurred tonight. Never has anyone ever defeated him two times in a row, back to back, it was unheard of - before tonight.
Jake on the other hand continues to carry on as he reaches the top of the stage. RAF presents him his Light Heavyweight Championship and he snatches it away. He holds it high over his head, triumphant with his win at Spring into Hell, and just as he promised to - he delivered a defeat - his first defeat - to his longtime partner BK London.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:54:06 GMT -5
Segment Title: Pillow Talk (Credit: Stark/Shawn)
Umeko Saito swept the warm sweat from her brow and let out a low, heavenly moan. She was utterly content. Her skin touched his perfectly, even if there was a think layer of indigo silk between them at some points. Dr. Starkweather looked content as well as he shifted his pillow, seemingly unable to make himself comfortable as Umeko curled at his side and explored his naked body with her curious little hands. The amalgamation of her little nightgown and her soft skin was certainly a pleasing sensation, and one that he welcomed with open arms. He had something rather close to a smile on his face as she begin to softly purr into his ears.
"You know I usually prefer a bit more "theatricality" in such intimate matters," She proclaimed with an almost coy smile. "However, I've never accused the tried and true methods of not having their own unique charm."
He glanced over his shoulder at her content little voice emanating from just over his shoulder, she finding occasion to rest her cheek against the base of his skull and murmur her words into his ear. He himself was without clothing at the moment, for the life of him he couldn't acquire much in the way of it before she decided she wanted to cuddle. And she was very insistent in her own way. So he found himself with her in bed, as they were often finding themselves on the chilly spring nights, and the hotel room they stayed at that they had booked for themselves' bed was a tad too soft for his liking.
But he was content. "Theatricality?" He tilted his head back to regard her with a sideways glance. "I've never been an enthusiast of melodrama or overacting. Realism is what I enjoy."
"Reality is what you make it, darling" She paused to give him a tender kiss on the side of his neck. Her nose wrinkles when she realized that she'd let a pet name coo from her mouth. While she normally wouldn't mind…she did like how they constantly kept the charade of a purely business-based relationship. She decided to quickly move on like it was nothing by chiding him softly and humorously. "And for a man who claims to be less than enthusiastic about theatricality, you do seem to love wearing all sorts of masks, playing a plethora of mind-games, and giving rather impassioned monologues all in a sport that is based entirely around men combating one another in flashy tights…"
He took a moment to adjust his position, ending up more on his back than his side, her hand ending up on his opper abdominal muscles as he turned to regard her fully with a quirked brow and the ghost of a smirk. "I am less than enthusiastic about theatricality in this setting, Ms. Saito." He put the barest hint of an emphasis on what he called her, but of course did not at all call attention to her little slip-up. "Theatricality in our chosen profession is the difference between wrestling in armories and Madison Square Garden. It's compelling, and it's effective to unnerve the opponent. It's rather like your provocative choice of ring attire, it distracts them from the subject at hand."
"My ring attire is classy, my good Doctor" She chuckles as she shifts to her side and rests the side of her head on her hand. "I cannot help it if sometimes, in the heat of the action, my skirt shows a little too much…or if sometimes my blouse leaves little to the imagination… It shows a good deal of professionalism…even if it's a bit of a mind game within itself. I'd be foolish if I didn't use all of the methods at my disposal, after all. I do see your point and I have to say that you're missing one of life's simple pleasures. It's like eating food without being able to taste it…"
"I never said I was opposed to it, Ms. Saito, but I'm more a believer in subtletly..." She felt it just as he trailed off, and that she felt it at all made her question whether or not it happened. The hand that rested comfortably around her middle, palm resting on her behind, moved up just a little and his index finger and thumb caught a bit of flesh between them in a pinch that she barely felt, but the little nip of reddening flesh was plainly felt. "Subtlety, eh?" She raised her eyebrow, smiled wryly, and promptly responded with a firm smack across his cheek. "How's that for subtly, Doctor?"
His faint smirk had no choice but to expand into a wry smile. "As subtle as ever, Ms Saito."
"That's why I simply adore you, Doctor." She admitted as she eyed him not entirely unlike a cat would eye a mouse. Her hand gently stroked his cheek, rubbing away the ghost of a mark it left a second before. "You're not a weak man… Some men would have struck me back or stormed off in anger right now. Most men would have likely whimpered and given into me exactly like I'd like. You're not either of those things. You get me."
"I know, Ms. Saito. It is my job to get people." Her nonplussed look that quickly replaced her appraising glance was met by another sentence that kept her from becoming overly upset. "I understand you, you should say. There is a difference, albeit a small one. You like to test your men, see in what way they will buckle. Fight or flight. Will they attack or withdraw? That's what you aim to see."
He did neither, and that was what she found fascinating. He merely allowed her to exert frustration of curiosity or sexuality on him, and he enjoyed himself or did not as he would in those situations. The method she used was one of someone who was very easy to misunderstand, but if one did, she was a fiercely loyal woman. His hand did as her hand did, albeit on a different portion of anatomy.
"You're just very lucky that I find your constant psychoanalyzing quite appealing, Doctor," She said as she let out a sliver of a moan to punctuate her sentence. She allowed herself to feel vulnerable for just a second as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his simple, effective touch. Just a second, and very little more… She didn't want him to get too comfortable… So, as she spoke, she ran her nimble little finger across his cheek and teased his lips before gently tapping the base of his chin. "Otherwise, I'm afraid I'd have to test your fight or flight mechanism a bit more harshly…"
He glanced down at her, he getting the subtle hint that too much of a good thing could be painful. His hand rested at the small of her back, keeping her comfortably close to his own frame. "I have a remarkably high tolerance for pain, Ms. Saito, you know that. And unlike some people, I won't simply lay down and take it. Unless I want to, of course."
He was aware that she liked his explanations as to how her mind worked. She found it somewhat comforting to be told, in a vague manner of speaking, what she was thinking. But he was keenly aware of when and if she grew tired of it, and toned it down to a minimum until she was feeling more amiable.
She traced her finger down his chin, slid it down his neck, and circled it rhythmically around his nearest nipple. She pondered what he said quietly for just a second, and then she simply allowed her thoughts to form into speech. Her voice, inviting and firm, flowed playfully from her lips, "Ah yes…I'm sure we'll both eventually be surprised by how much we want the same things… Take now…for instance. I think we both realize we're far from finished with our commendable undertaking…"
His lips tugged up, and with a calm but rather firm exertion of his right and left arms' muscles eased her up to straddle him before replying. "That is something I can't find it in me to protest, Ms. Saito."
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:54:41 GMT -5
Segment: The Absence of Truth (Credit: Hunter)
Waiting. So much is about...waiting. I despite waiting. The most likely explanation behind this is, obviously, that I'm impatient. And in so many words...yes, that's true. I can't really help it, to tell you the truth. But I've never been a big fan of sitting in a car and staring ahead into nothingness. Even if you have someone nearby to moderately amuse you, that doesn't necessarily mean you will, indeed, be amused. Boredom is that part of us that makes sure our heads never explode from being too excited for something...anything. If there was no boredom, there would be no laziness, and if there was no laziness, there would be no...humanity, really. We'd all just drink too much coffee and kill each other. Violently. Often. I'd expect the majority of the population to be dead within, say, three months. But that's me. That's me and my utter distaste towards boredom.
Naturally you know that that's the exact feeling that's flowing through my body at the moment. I sit in the driver's seat of our small black sedan, Tom by my side as per usual. He silently glances over various pages of the day's paper...also as per usual. Behind me sits Frankie Damage, and to his right is the new guy, Rob. The kid hasn't really done much for us yet, so I'm truly trying to figure out why he's still here. If I were to ask Frankie, he'd tell me that his reason for remaining is loyalty. But loyalty is only useful when there's something to be loyal to. We're not really doing anything of complete importance. This test that "The Shadow" is giving me will be complete by the end of the day. Frankie's sharp eye was able to see this fat ass Bobby Miller guy go into this Chinese restaurant some random day, and then he followed him the next two. He comes here at the exact same time every day, and so now we're waiting in the car outside of the restaurant until he finally comes out. And then...then I suppose I have to make a call.
Frankie: I think God created Chinese people so that we'd never starve.
Silence. Rob continues to look out his side of the window, Tom continues to read his newspaper, and I continue to stare at the door of the restaurant. We all heard him; we just choose not to acknowledge him.
Frankie: Did you hear me?
I open my mouth, but I can see Tom slowly shaking his head out of the corner of my eye.
Frankie: Well, he did. Think about it: even the poorest of the poor can get some take out from a Chinese restaurant. Probably because they don't want to go to some sort of grocery store.
More silence. He'll be done soon.
Frankie: And that's because grocery stores are the pinnacle of human stupidity. It's just one big cluster fuck of hungry rats running through a maze seeking the cheese that's JUST right.
I turn slightly, but once again Tom is shaking his head.
Frankie: I think God created the South to prove that a hell does exist on earth.
Tom is shaking his head a bit more visibly now, clearly sensing my urge to say something.
Frankie: I think God created old people so that we didn't have anything to look forward to.
To my surprise, Tom drops the newspaper on his lap, spins around, and looks Frankie right in the eyes, startling the latter.
Tom: Shut up.
He then returns to his newspaper, and I turn to Frankie regardless of Tom's persistent head shaking.
So what's an old Chinese person in a Southern grocery store?
Frankie ponders this question deeply as the rest of us wait for his inevitably odd answer.
Frankie: Fucked.
I snort slightly, and then begin to laugh. I can see Rob chuckling, and even Tom cracks a brief smirk from his position. He then folds up the newspaper and throws it behind him, and it lands on the lap of Rob. The new guy looks at it out of the corner of his eye, and then proceeds to look through it much like Tom before him.
Tom: You are one crazy little man.
Frankie: Maybe so...but I'm still right.
Tom: I really don't want to talk about this.
Frankie: Because I'm right!
Tom: Man---
Wait, isn't that him?
Myself, Tom, and Frankie lean closer to the door just as we see a rather fat man exit the Chinese restaurant. He wears glasses and seems to be in his mid-thirties. Silently, all three of us acknowledge the fact that this is our guy.
Tom: So what now?
Now I call "The Shadow."
Frankie: That's such a gay name.
I'll be sure to tell him that when he's planning to pay you.
Frankie: F---
Rob: That's him!
We all pause for a second, and I can hear Frankie and Tom silently chuckle.
Yeah, new guy, we established that already.
Rob: No you fucking fairy...
I'm just about to whip out my gun when he slams the newspaper down in between me and Tom, in such a way that all four men in the car can see the picture of an old man wearing a suit and sunglasses.
Rob: THAT's the guy.
Frankie: What guy?
Rob: Him, right there. He's the one who gave me that yellow envelope with your name on it.
I look at the picture...and I swear that I've seen that face somewhere before. Tom points up at the headline, his finger underlining the name of the man in the picture.
Tom: Holy shit...that's "The Shadow"...
It's not a question; it's absolute fact. And none of us can quite believe it...we know who this man is. I take my phone out of my pocket and begin to dial the number that he gave me.
Tom: What are you going to do?
I hear the first ring and smile, looking straight ahead at Bobby Miller, who seems to have some difficulty in opening his car door.
What I do best...
I look at Tom with a smirk on my face as I hear the second ring.
...be a smart ass, and then exploit.
Tom chuckles just as the third ring comes in, followed by a click, and then followed by an old, gruff voice.
?: Hello?
I smile once more as I like down at the name on the newspaper.
Hello Mr. L---
Knock, Knock
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Brimstone explodes off of the couch, not bothering to turn on any lights or even let himself adjust to the darkness. He throws the door open and grabs the stage hand that stands before him, and then slams him against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. He violently lifts him up by the neck, much to the man's surprise and fear, and then begins to yell at him angrily.
Brimstone: WHAT!? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!? WHAT THE FUCK IS SO GODDAMN IMPORTANT!?!?!
The stage hand tries to answer, but it seems that Brimstone's firm grip does not let any air, much less any words, escape. Brimstone drops him as the stage hand clears his throat and coughs a few times.
Stage Hand: It's...it's time for your match.
Brimstone's anger fades slowly into shock. He looks at the watch on the man's wrist and sees that he is, indeed, correct.
Brimstone: ...but...I've never...
His words trail off as he charges back into his locker room, grabs his cloak, throws it on, and leaves the room just as quickly. He does not bother to button it up or anything to that effect, and instead he simply continues to walk down the hall, faster than usual. The stage hand stands perfectly still in the silent hallway, and then slowly turns in the other direction and walks away. And yet, even after his departure, the hall is not completely empty. Something still stirs...
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:56:24 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW International Championship Jason Freeman(c) vs Brimstone (Credit: Dan / Hunter for ending) ***Match will be edited in once received***Just messing, Hunter The crowd are hotly anticipating the next match, which will most likely see who walks into Omega Effect as International Champion.Phillip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first, the challenger, weighing at 221 lbs…from Parts Unknown, Brimstone! "Ground" hits the speakers as a single flame explodes in the center of the stage and stays alit, and no lights come on. Brimstone walks out before it wearing a large black cloak with the hood on, and he slowly extends his arms over the fire. After a few moments, he widens his arms and the fire separates on either side of him, giving him an opening to walk through. He walks down the ramp with the lights still off, having the entire scene only be lit by the flames behind him. He enters the ring and widens his arms while facing the stage. He slowly closes his hands together, and the flames reemerge into one flame, and then that flame disappears altogether. The lights then slowly turn on, and Brimstone stands off to the side of the ring in deep concentration.Phillip: And his opponent…from Long Island, New York, weighing at 230 lbs…he is the International Champion, Jason Freeman! ”Ugly” by the Exies hits, and we know how song names represents who uses them. Anyways, the lights dim as the intro plays out, and there’s a number of jeers stemming from the crowd as Freeman walks out. The chorus hits and the lights flicker on and off as a huge fire pyro, at least three times larger than his usual fire pyro. He calmly walks down the ramp, entering the ring and taking his belt off as he confronts Brimstone face to face.Bell rings Brimstone is anxious to take his title back, and lunges straight into Freeman, and the two lock up in the centre of the ring. Brimstone forces Freeman at the ropes, but Freeman then uses his strength to force Brimstone to the ropes opposite. He holds Brimstone for a moment before breaking the hold, and the two pause as they get back into position, Brimstone rubbing his hands. They circle the ring again and Freeman looks to lock in, but Brimstone takes a step backwards, and follows it up with a power shot to the face with an open hand slap. Freeman stumbles back a step or two but manages to stay standing. He then locks back up with Brimstone, but Brimstone quickly fires him at the ropes. Brimstone attempts an arm drag, but Freeman is quick to his feet. He turns around, avoiding a roundhouse kick and attempts a low sweep with his feet, which Brimstone manages to leap up and out the way from. With Freeman practically seated, Brimstone attempts a quick punch, but Freeman rolls out the way, kipping up and hitting a swift neckbreaker on Brimstone. Freeman is quick to his feet and the fans applaud the sudden shift in motion, from a slow start to what seems to be a fast-paced match. Brimstone is also at his feet, but less than pleased. He throws a punch, but it’s sluggish and has no aim. Literally, it goes nowhere near Freeman. Freeman hooks the arm and forced Brimstone into the corner. He begins pounding on his head, but Brimstone throws Freeman onto his back. Freeman quickly rises and rushes forward, ducking a hopeful clothesline and waiting for Brimstone to turn around, before planting him with a standing dropkick. But the dropkick doesn’t connect, and Freeman slowly climbs to his feet as Brimstone hooks his back, and plants a German Suplex pin: 1… 2… Kickout by Freeman Brimstone hastily breaks the hold, and gets to his feet, lifting Freeman up as well. He whips Freeman at the ropes, and grabs him around the waist as he comes back. He lifts him up in an Atomic Drop, but as he lifts Freeman, the International champ rakes his eyes. Brimstone drops Freeman, seeing to his eyes (pun intended, people) as Freeman regathers his match plan. As Brimstone is temporarily stunned, Freeman rushes forward and hits a bulldog. He turns Brimstone over and makes the cover: 1… 2… Comfortable kickout by Brimstone It’s clearly going to take more than that to make Brimstone go down for the three, but it seems to click in Freeman’s head that he’s only got to try harder. He waits for Brimstone to get to his feet, and clenches his right hand, taking a shot to the temple. Brimstone is knocked back, but not down, ‘cause you ain’t ever gonna take him down. Anyways, Freeman takes another shot, and then a third. Brimstone by this point has a look in his eye which basically tells Freeman to, in simple words, “FINISH ME OFF NOW BITCH!”. Freeman complies, booting Brimstone in the gut and attempting to go for the Journey’s End this early in the match! But as figured, Brimstone’s mindgames pay off, and he effortlessly slips off Freeman’s shoulders, planting a DDT as he falls. Brimstone rolls over and grabs Freeman by the leg, attempting to lock in a Half Nelson, but Freeman is just inches from the ropes, and grabs them with a rapid outstretched movement. Brimstone releases, and picks Freeman up. He whips him into the ropes, and runs with him, hopping into the turnbuckle. He pulls Freeman’s head back, leaping into the air and hitting a leg drop formation, cumulating in the extremely painful “Decapitation” move. Freeman seems to be out, as Brimstone makes the cover: 1… 2… Kickout by Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:57:07 GMT -5
Brimstone scowls at himself as Freeman kicks out with some force, indicating that this match is far from over. Brimstone lifts him up, and with a quick closed fist, doubles Freeman over. He attempts to hit the Black Death, but Freeman struggles free and hits a spinning arm slam backbreaker, which takes the crowd by surprise. Freeman rolls over, and gets to his feet. He grabs Brimstone’s legs, and puts his foot around. He then crosses the legs, locking in a Texas Cloverleaf variation! Brimstone begins to scream in pain as Freeman firmly locks in the hold, with Brimstone over 3 feet away from any rope. Freeman tightens the angle and Brimstone screams with sheer pain rushing through the lower back region. Freeman keeps calm and keeps the hold locked in, but Brimstone lifts himself up with his arms, and slowly pulls himself towards the ropes. He’s still in clear pain, and the vein on his forehead is bulging more than usual. But he pulls himself towards the ropes, and despite Freeman’s efforts, he’s unable to stop Brimstone grab the bottom rope again. There’s a huge sigh of frustration as Freeman lets go, and both men fall to the floor in exhaustion.
As the referee makes his count, the fans begin chanting for Freeman. But the other side of the crowd chant for Brimstone, and soon we have a battle in the crowd over who can chant the loudest for the person they’re behind. Brimstone’s chants seem to be louder, and as a result, he’s up to his feet first. Freeman quickly follows, and Brimstone kicks him in the midsection, and attempts a Flamethrower. But Freeman’s ability to escape moves works again, and he wriggles his way free, before hitting the Journey’s End. The ring shakes as the move is connected, and there’s an eerie silence coming from one half of the Wembley arena, and a cheer from the other. Freeman rolls Brimstone over and makes the cover:
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Kickout by Brimstone!
This generates noise from about 70,000 of the fans, all now cheering for Brimstone. Freeman can’t believe it and frankly doesn’t stand for it. He gets to his feet, and begins to confront the referee, backing him into a corner. The referee tries to plead his case, but Freeman has developed a case of the Michael Flatly arms, flailing them all over the place as he argues. POW! Brimstone leaps up and hits a Yakuza kick to the back of Freeman’s head. Well where the head was about 2 seconds ago, as instead he plants the referee, as Freeman’s 7th sense kicks in and he gets out the way. His 6th sense is that he can apparently talk to squirrels using telekinesis. Anyways the ref is clocked out completely, and Wembley erupts as they know now the match gets up close and personal.
Brimstone turns around, and Freeman shakes his head, smirking, before kicking him right in the family jewels. Well not really family, as Brimstone doesn’t have any family. Nonetheless, doubled over and in severe manpain, Brimstone is vulnerable to anything, especially a running knee to the head. The sound of knee meeting skull makes an incredible cracking sound, and initial fears that Brimstone has broken his head are first in people’s minds. Freeman makes the cover, but notices the referee is in a deep sleep, and resorts to other tactics. He slips out the ring, and grabs a steel chair. He re-enters the ring, and slaps the chair on the mats as Brimstone slowly comes to, and dazily rises to his knees. Freeman smirks, and almost in execution style, raises the chair over his head, and…
CRACK!
That’s the sound of two nuts cracking. We cut back to Freeman’s head, and his mouth is tighter than a cat’s arse. The chair drops behind him. The camera cuts to his midsection and we see that Brimstone has called for desperate measures. In his right hand is a nice handful of Freeman testicles. But twisted about 360 degrees. He releases the balls, and Freeman falls to the ground, writhing in pain. Brimstone then grabs the steel chair, and sets it up. He then lifts Freeman up, and strikes the Dead Eyes (STO) into the steel chair! Freeman’s mouth splutters with blood, as Brimstone rolls him over…
…Problem lies with the severe lack of a referee, who is still conked out in the turnbuckle. Brimstone whacks the ropes in frustration, but turns around and throws the steel chair out of the ring. He lifts Freeman up and forces him into a corner. With closed fists, Brimstone begins attempting to make another gash in Freeman’s forehead this time, but Freeman then claws Brimstone away and begins a comeback. He forces Brimstone into the opposite corner with a flurry of punches, and then whips him at the ropes. Brimstone flies to the centre of the ring, and Freeman kicks him in the midsection, and follows that up with an underhook double backbreaker. The pressure has gotten to Brimstone, or his head at least, and a wound has been opened, with a fine line of blood trickling down his head. Freeman lifts him back up, and attempts a Backdrop. But Brimstone flips all the way, landing on his feet, and then hits Freeman with the Black Death! He makes the cover, and the referee slowly gets out of the turnbuckle, with Brimstone rushing him over:
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Kickout by Freeman!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:57:26 GMT -5
There is a huge sigh of annoyance as Freeman gets a shoulder up. Brimstone is less than pleased, as he climbs to his feet. Brimstone attempts the Black Death again, but Freeman follows Brimstone’s trick of before and manages to land on his feet, behind Brimstone. He pushes Brimstone into the turnbuckle, and Brimstone gets slammed into the padding. He stumbles backwards into a schoolboy, but kicks out before three. Looking like he’s running out of ideas, Freeman lifts Brimstone up and attempts an Irish Whip, only for Brimstone to reverse it. Freeman though hits a Headscissors takedown, and Brimstone’s head is only getting worse as the match wears on. He sluggishly rises to his feet, where Freeman is awaitin’, and he takes the former International Champion down with a jumping Tornado DDT.
Freeman is the first to stir after this, and he quickly drapes his arm around Brimstone's chest, but the latter is able to kick out just before the three. Quite flustered, Freeman rises and takes a breath, waiting for the Angel of Death to follow suit. As soon as Brimstone is on his feet, Freeman delivers a palm thrust to his chest, and then a kick to his knee. He then lifts him up and attempts the Journey's End, but Brimstone is able to throw himself off of Freeman, and then is able to launch him into the ropes. He runs after him, and when Freeman turns around, Brimstone clotheslines him over the top rope, as a sort of vengeance for eliminating him at Fallen Heroes. He raises his fists and the fans applaud, but Freeman instantly rushes in and starts to barrage him with various fists. Brimstone pushes him off once more, and then slams his face into the mat after a drop toe hold. Freeman rises once again, but Brimstone dropkicks him back down.
It's rather obvious to everyone that Brimstone has the mental advantage at the moment, as Freeman's strategy consists of constant attacks. His anger and frustration finally get the best of him as he blindly attempts the Glory Driver. Brimstone throws him down with a slam, and then grabs his back and lifts him onto his shoulders for the Black Death. The fans cheer loudly as Brimstone nails the move beautifully. But instead of covering, he points to the fans once more, and then runs at the ropes and leaps onto the middle one, followed closely by the top one. The fans are on their feet by this time, and they cheer enthusiastically as he flies off of the top rope for the Corpse Grinder, which he lands in a picture perfect manner directly onto Freeman's chest. He throws his arm over Freeman:
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Philip: Here is your winner...and the NEW ACW International Champion...BRIMSTONE!!!
"Ground" explodes through the speakers as the fans amplify their cheers even more, very happy to see Brimstone standing tall over Freeman, arm raised in victory. The referee steps off to the side, and then grabs the IN Title from a stage hand at the side. He hands it over to Brimstone, who looks at it with a hint of smile on his face. He lets it hang loosely in his hand, and then looks down at Freeman nonchalantly. The former champion looks up at him with anger in his heart, but Brimstone simply shakes his head. He then turns his head slightly to the left and spits onto the mat, and then slides out of the ring. And that's the last action that he chooses to partake in before disappearing into the darkened shrine of the backstage area.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:58:12 GMT -5
Segment: An Inevitable Return (Credit: ??)
The show fades to a black screen. Nothing happens for a few seconds until a voiceover takes over.
Voiceover: It's been a while since ACW has had a true impact. BK London and Wyvern both winning at Fallen Heroes. Those weren't impacts. They were just moments in time when people could take a pee break or turn off the TV and do something important like wash their hair or rearrange their sock drawer.
Pictures of Wyvern and BK London with giant red Xs appear on the screen and quickly swirl around into nothingness like they had been flushed down a toilet.
Voiceover: But rest assured. No matter what happens tonight, there will be an impact on Meltdown. For the first time in a long time, you will be a witness to something you never thought you would see. No...not a live sex celebration. Not a moronic old man wearing a do-rag. Not even a waste of space fighting for a World Championship against a man whose gibberish sounds like "I wub joo." You all will bear witness to a revival.
The date 5/24/07 appears on the screen and the disappears as the show transitions to the next segment.
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