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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:42:48 GMT -5
Click.
His eyes are now firmly open, and his shock is at its peak, taking over him completely. Hunter slowly raises his left hand, and in between Hunter's thumb and index finger he sees an all too familiar bullet. Hunter keeps it held firmly in between his fingers and slowly shakes his head as a bewildered Lexon looks on.
Hunter: Not quite.
He drops the bullet and the gun, and then throws his right hand into his pocket, pulling out the first gun. Lexon begins to rise, but before he can even find his way out of his chair, Hunter fires. The first bullet goes through Lexon's shoulder, the second bullet goes into his chest, and the final bullet finds its way into his forehead. Lexon's body slowly collapses to the ground in a crimson ocean, and Hunter walks around the desk and stands above him, his gun extended forward. He pulls the trigger again, and again, and again, firing bullet after bullet, spilling Lexon's blood all over the room. Eventually the bullets are all out of the gun, but Hunter continues pulling the trigger, hearing click after click. Hunter's eyes are soaking wet as he continues to pull the trigger, staring at the bloody body before him.
He soon stops and lets the gun fall from his hands. He raises his hands high above him and stares at them as they shake violently. The tears flowing out of him at a tremendous rate, he clutches his hands and turns them into fists, yelling out loudly before crashing them into Lexon's body. He punches at his body repeatedly, and then punches at his head until there is nothing left of it, and he is just punching the hardwood floor. He pulls back and huddles up a few feet away from the body, his body and his torn gloves completely covered in blood. He simply lies there perfectly still, weeping for anything or anyone to save him. Throughout his life, he has never felt like this. All he can do is just lie there and weep. He is a broken man. He has done what he has wanted to do for longer than he can remember. He has fulfilled the most important goal in his life. He is free. No more troubles, no more difficulties, no more violence, no more blood shed, no more hysteria, no more nightmares. He weeps for his safety, he weeps for his sanity, and he weeps for himself. There are no more doors to find, no more places to hide. There is no reason for his breath. There is no hope. There is no fear. There is only a crumbled man. A broken man. A hopeless man.
He has found nothing…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:43:22 GMT -5
He hears the footsteps, but does not react to them. Even the firm grip on his shoulder does little, except to rouse his adrenaline reserves. It’s the blow itself which shatters his protective barrier, and the mirrored surface of his introspective prison is cast into fragments as the rest of the world barges its way in.
Alicia hesitates until Hunter is almost at the end of the corridor, and then closes the gap with unnerving speed. She spins Hunter around, and slaps him with totally unrestrained fury; the impact causes Hunter to stagger sideways into the wall. He automatically corrects himself, and finds himself staring at Alicia, her shoulders heaving slightly as she breathes in and out, charged with emotion.
Alicia (breathless): Understand one thing, Hunter. You have never lived your life in splendid isolation; you leave a trail of twisted ripples in your wake, and your apparent death ripped a piece out of a lot of people. I know damn well that you must have had your reasons for not coming back, and if you don’t want to share them, so be it. That doesn’t absolve you of responsibility for the pain that decision caused here.
Hunter still says nothing, but the tight focus of his gaze proves that he is listening to Alicia’s words. Alicia exhales sharply, and looks at the floor before returning her eyes to Hunter; and when she does, they are shining with the light reflected from a watery lens.
She does not actually cry; she simply moves forward and silently embraces him. It is not a passionate, sensual, romantic, or self-gratifying hold; it simply conveys more powerfully than any words the joy Alicia feels at seeing her friend again after so many months.
It’s been so long since Hunter has experienced the sensation that he takes a few seconds to find the word for it; warmth. He feels the gentle heat creep into his skin, like the first rays of sun on a summer morning. The moment lasts only a few seconds; such is its brevity that, in other circumstances, it would barely be noticed by anyone, if in fact there were anyone to see it. As they part, Hunter's ghost-like demeanor vanishes, and he is left with a simple smirk.
Hunter: Missed me, then?
Alicia simply gives Hunter a smile before stepping back; Hunter slightly flicks an eyebrow in return, and then turns around again. Alicia does not follow him as he rounds the corner and disappears into the depths of the building once again.
It will take more than a simple exchange for Alicia to come to terms with what has occurred, but now at least she knows how to proceed with that task. She walks away to get the water she was originally looking for, and to watch the crucial main event match unfold…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:44:00 GMT -5
Match 11: ACW Heavyweight Championship Wyvern(c) vs BK London vs Senator Steve Phillips (Credit: Senator) Maxwell McNally: This is it, the moment that just about every wrestling fan in the free world has been waiting for. This is the grand conclusion, the final match of Omega Effect III! We have seen quite the show so far, but it’s not just yet time to settle down and ponder what’s occurred, since this promises to be one of the greatest confrontations in the history of Alpha Championship Wrestling. I may sound like I am spouting hyperbole, but darn it, I’m too excited to remain silent at this point! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh, it’s gonna be a bad mamajamma, it’s gonna rock your socks, it’s gonna tear down the roof, blow it back into the air, and explode it in the middle of the sky, this is gonna be hugemongous! Say what you want about these three wrestlers, but this is a dream match, and you better believe that! The only people who couldn’t get excited now are either lobotomized, or they hate wrestling! As the camera turns away from the announcers, zooming out to cover the entranceway, a gigantic United States flag is shown suspended directly above the Alphatron, and is approximately the same size as the iconic screen. Red, white, and blue spotlights flash up from the entrance. Before long, the screen switches to a short video clip, showing past legends, pictures from the classic Frank Gotch/George Hackenschmidt match from the turn of the 20th century, a clip of Ed “Strangler” Lewis taking an opponent down to the mat, of Rikidozan chopping an invading gaijin into oblivion, of Lou Thesz hitting his famous backdrop suplex, of Karl Gotch using his deadly cradle piledriver, Antonio Inoki hitting the Enzuirgiri, Stan Hansen blasting Vader with a Lariat, and finally, Genichiro Tenryu powerbombing Hulk Hogan. The clip cuts out, as a huge burst of tickertape shoots up from the entranceway, and all spotlights focus on the ramp. Phillip: This match will be for one fall, and will be for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship! Announcing first, the first of two challengers, he is the founder of the Senatorial Stable, he hails from Washington DC, weighing in at an even two hundred pounds, he is the master of the Filibuster, the best technician in ACW history, the former ACW World Champion, he is the one, the only, Senator Steve Phillips! The Senator, wearing his classic Victory jacket, and American Flag themed shorts, steps through the curtain, with the Capitalists on either side…and none other than Hunter himself following behind! McNally: I don’t think Phillips himself though he’d have Andrew Hunter by his side again! Utterly astounding, if I might say so myself, Eddie. The flag drapes itself down behind the quartet, covering the entranceway, as Phillips strikes his trademark pose, and salutes a row of special fans at ringside. Phillip: I wish to bring your awareness to a special row in attendance at ringside. Sitting here, in order, are “Textbook” Tim Dwight, Mr. Nobunaga, the invincible Karl Gotch, the master of the Lariat, Stan Hansen, PEWA Champion, Stan H. Johnston, Fallout Chairman, Biff Taylor, Fallout Champion, Daniel Ness, the legendary Genichiro Tenryu, and the great Antonio Inoki! The row all stands, taking a bow, as the Senator salutes his guests. Hansen and Johnston strike mirrored longhorn stances, Inoki raises a fist, and the aged, but still vibrant Gotch waves to the fans. As the lights dim once again, a backlight shines on the area astride the entranceway. Phillip Jones: Now, I will first ask all of you to draw your attention to the stands sitting on either side of the entranceway, as the Apollo Chorus of Chicago will grace you by joining Senator Steve Phillips in delivering a rendition of God Bless America. “While the storm clouds gather far across the sea, Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free, Let us all be grateful for a land so fair, As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. " God Bless America, Land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her Thru the night with a light from above. From the mountains, to the prairies, To the oceans, white with foam God bless America, My home sweet home! McNally: No other man in professional wrestling would use such a theme to his entrance. Edison: Thank God! Steve Phillips, with Hunter and the Capitalists at his side, walks down to the ring, while the flag ascends back up to the ceiling. He seems serious, but in good spirits, taking the time to shake hands with his invited guests at ringside, and even reaches into his jacket to give Tenryu a water bottle, which gets a laugh from a few of the more knowledgeable fans at ringside, who know of Tenryu’s infamous throwing of said object. Kevin Fitsharris sneaks over, and as a nod to tradition, swipes the chair of Phillip Jones, handing it to Hunter to sit down in, as Kalb fetches several more from under the ring, before the next entrance extravaganza begins.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:44:24 GMT -5
??: THE CHAMP IS HERE...THE CHAMP IS HERE!
The arena plunges into darkness one more time and quickly the spotlights lie on the stage where a chorus and orchestra seem to be set up rather quickly. They begin to play the opening chords to "The Champ" by R.Kelly featuring Swizz Beatz, and without wasting any time Swizz Beatz makes his way out accompanied by R.Kelly.
SWIZZ BEATZ[/u] Get Your Mutha Effin Hands In The Air (OooohhhhOhhhhhh) The Champ Is Here The Champ Is Here The Champ Is Here You Can Hate Me I Don't Care
R.KELLY[/u] All Y'all Wanna Pile On Me Make It Hard For Me To Breathe Throw Sand In My Eyes And Make It Hard For Me To See Out Of Breath Can't See Still Hard To Defeat The History That I Make Impossible To Repeat Spread Rumors Point Fingers Throw Stones Judge Me
Hate Me Love Me Hug Me Curse Me
Whatever 'Cause Y'all Fuckin' Opinions Don't Feed Me I'm Clever And Nothin' Know That The Industry Needs Me
(Second Round!!) I'm Opposite Of The Demon That Faces Me I've Been Through Hell Live In The Belly Of The Beast I Confess My Sins But Still Didn't Find Peace But Like MJ And Five I Will Six Peak
(Third Round!!) I Write Music For Hood First 'Cause That's Where I'm From That's Why The Hood Is Always First To Help Me Overcome
(Fifth Round!!) When I'm Down Some o' Y'all Cats Act So Strange And When I'm Up Same Cats Wonder Why I Act So Strange
(Sixth Round) Kells Ain't Change Please You Bitches Is So Lame Somethin' Ain't Y'all Fault Then Y'all So Quick To Blame That's Why I Got Number One On The Back O' My Range Y'all Cats Is Full Playin' I'm Pregnant By The Game
(Seventh Round!!) Some Would Like To See Me Ball And Chain But I'm A Child Of God So My Destiny's Ordained
(Eighth Round!!) Undisputed Is The Title I Claim 'Bout To Shoot The World Up With This Lyrical Cocaine
(ninth Round!!) The Place Is Packed The Bell Rings I'm About To Bring The Pain Left Jab Right Hook Shuttin' Down Yo' Brain
(Tenth Round!!) I Could Be Surrounded By Lions In The Midst Of The Jungle And Still I'm A Rumble Young Man Rumble
Ladies And Gentlemen (Eleventh Round!!) The Champ Is Here The Champ Is Here Get Your Mutha Fuckin' Hands In The Air (Get Your Mutha Fuckin' Hands In The Air) (OooohhhhOhhhhhh) The Champ Is Here The Champ Is Here The Champ Is Here You Can Hate Me I Don't Care [/size] The arena plunges back into darkness one more time and it is illuminated by a huge pyro and slowly BK London is brought to the stage along with Sylvester Stallone who appears to be playing the role as Mickey Goldmill for the previous Rocky movies. As BK makes his way onto the stage with a boxing robe on, with "The Inevitable Champ" on his back and his hood masking his eyes - Stallone begins to loosen him up. One last pat on the back before Stallone disappears to the back and BK stands on the stage alone.
He throws off his boxing gloves and looks to the side where he sees rapper Ludacris making his way to the stage. He looks to the other side and two other southern rappers known as Young Jeezy and Lil Wayne make their presence known as well. The sounds of Notorious B.I.G.'s "Grew Up A Screw Up" blast throughout a speakers and the Toronto crowd is on their feet for this one.
[Notorious B.I.G. sample:] I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up
[Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated]
Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment Whether gettin money legally or ILLEGALLY We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet Let's go!
LUDACRIS[/u] Ever since I was an embryo, waitin to shape up and ship out Somethin in my brain said, Wake up and kick out! Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace out, A-Town gone and then I dipped out And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of control Put a lil' bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent The essence of adolescence got my body feelin fresh'n fresh'n fresh'n, and it was a blessin to rhyme and start reppin I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a tec's And I'm a heavyweight you niggaz is lighter than my complexion
NOTORIOUS B.I.G.[/u] I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up
LIL WAYNE[/u] I blew up before i grew up Got introduced to the game now im at the head like crew cuts Suit up and lace your boots up its war time Its weezy baby no cryin no lyin the mothafuckas is slippin they betta hold on They trippin like Cedric its so lunch I flow like im headless no mind I can say dont rhyme and its gonna rhyme Im so fresh i should be smack like debone And you get smacked like a baseball by bebons Into the point i could kill a nigga with three lines Watch this...... with three lines We got the tossin the blunt and dip three times We light them mothafuckas up and get tree high And in the game im man enuff like eli R.I.P. B.I.....
NOTORIOUS B.I.G.[/u] I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up
YOUNG JEEZY[/u] Ayyyy Y'all already know what it is I'ma tell you nigga C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5
Homey fronted me a sip, shit I made it a bird(damnnn) That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word (ooohhh!) Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot(haa) You better cook slow but that money come fast(hahaaaa!) I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash(cheea!) You know the kid pimpin all over the world(world) A hundred carats got me all over your girl(YEAHHHHHHHHHHH) Five freaks and my Gucci duffle bag(ayye!) A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle(circle) I got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+(yeah!) Blowin Shawn-Jay, all we do is Smoke(hahaaaa) Finish countin my bread and I was gettin some head(oooohh!) Whassup?
LUDACRIS[/u] When I came into the game they ain't do nuttin but doubt me Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nuttin without me(tell 'em!) Pickin up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that DOWN!(whooo!) I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels(yeah!), Hondas to Bentleys(yeeah) And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's(yeeah) From alright to handsome(whhaatt!), from one room to mansions(whhaatt!) From hangin on the block to throwin parties in the Hamptons(whooo!) From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a Plane and a boat and six other whips, No MARTA From dice on the curb to stackin up chips, But harder From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard ye Women dawg I went from ashy to classy Went from a, Kiss on the cheek to doin the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playin your cards Boyyy!
NOTORIOUS B.I.G.[/u] I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up[/size]At this time BK London is already in the ring and during the closing moments of the song he hits his BK London in the center of the ring and huge pyro shoots up from all four corners of the turnbuckle. The lights return to normal in the arena and the crowd applauds the small performance that BK London's entrance has granted them once again.
As the three rappers head to the back BK throws off the boxing robe and pulls up the straps on his singlet tights, ready to go.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:44:40 GMT -5
And as Senator and BK stand ready in the ring, the ACW crowd goes silent as the lights go out in the arena. Some of the audience lights their lighters, in an effort to see if anything's going on. All of a sudden, the spotlight comes on, in a dull blue, aimed at the entranceway, as "This Night" starts to echo through the arena.
There are things... I have done... There's a place... I have gone... There's a beast... And I let it run... Now it's running... My way...
As soon as the percussion picks up, Wyvern emerges from the entranceway. His appearance startles many, as he dons numerous chains over his limbs as he slowly paces out onto the ramp.
There are things... I regret... To can't forgive... You can't forget... There's a gift... That you sent... You sent it... My way...
His brooding pace echoes the visage of a man lamenting his decisions, perhaps facing his fate.
So take this night... Wrap it around me like a sheet... I know I'm not forgiven... But I need a place to sleep... So take this night... And lay me down on the street... I know I'm not forgiven... But I hope that I'll be given... Some peace...
Wyvern stands on the apron of the ring at this point, as he stares down his two opponents. Unrelenting is his gaze, and to the bystander tech crew and referee, such intensity from his stare is unsettling. Wyvern steps through the rope threshold, and slowly upon entry, wraps the chains around his limbs.
There's a game.. That I play... There are rules... I had to break... There's mistakes... That I made... But I made them... My way...
At the last words of the verse, Wyvern whips his arms out, casting the chains aside. The chains fly out of the ring, making the crew quickly take note and taking them to an area where they won't show back up in the ring during the match. Wyvern takes his title belt off, as he stares into the gold plate.
So take this night... Wrap it around me like a sheet... I know I'm not forgiven... But I need a place to sleep... So take this night... And lay me down on the street... I know I'm not forgiven... But I hope that I'll be given... Some peace... Some peace... Some peace...
At the very end of the chorus, Wyvern looks up, as the lights come on as if on cue, as his once brooding demeanor is back to his evil, cocky snarl. He takes the title, waves it at Senator and BK, who both make a knee-jerk reaction towards it, as he throws the belt behind him, outside of the ring. Wyvern then lowers himself, ready to go. Before he can do so, however…
The lights go out. Crow calls sound through the arena and wings fluttering are heard as men in hoods wielding scythes walk out on either side of the stage. And then, at the top of the stage, a scarecrow stand rises from the stage with Starkweather in his full Scarecrow outfit, wearing a shirt, a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat draped over it.
Edison: Hey, he’s not supposed to be in this match!
McNally: That’s likely why he got the extra entrance, everyone wants to make their mark on Omega Effect, regardless
Then the lights go out for several seconds, and the Starkweather theme starts. Then when "Live or die... make your choice" sounds, the lights flash back on with a big bang, and everything's gone but him…and Umeko Saito, who appears out of nowhere, just as the hooded scythemen disappear. Umeko is seen wearing a pieced together black dress, holding a crow on her arm, as she smiles deviously to the camera, while the two walk down to the ringside area, opposite the Senator’s group.
Edison: She creeps me out…but I dunno, she’s still hot…but then again, she’s with Starkweather…and he creeps me out, big time!
In the ring, BK, Wyvern, and Phillips all check with RAF, as the referee gives the timekeeper the ok to ring the bell…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:45:22 GMT -5
McNally: Our three competitors are all ready to begin here as the bell has rung!
Edison: This is it, it's started, and if I'm right, my man BK's coming home with the gold!
McNally: Let's not prognosticate or take overt sides so far...
In the ring, the three men warily circle around, BK and Steve Phillips both eye their mutual opponent, but the terms of their truce is clear: everyone is truly out for himself at this point. As such, Wyvern is the first to make a move, attacking London with a lariat, which is ducked, and as the ACW Champion turns around, he is caught into a surprise exploder suplex...right into the corner turnbuckles, bouncing right off of onto his head!
Edison: What an incredible way to start this match! Wyvern just got destroyed!
The Senator shakes his head with a grin, as he charges at BK, going for a rear waistlock, which is reversed into a back switch by London in a move almost too hard for the camera to register. Phillips throws a back elbow, but London ducks it, into position for a Northern Lights suplex, although his attempt at the suplex results in the Senator using the opportunity to lock in a front facelock in mid air, reversing the position of the move back down into a sharp DDT, while Phillips holds on, trying to keep the facelock established. BK, instead of fighting the submission on the ground, stands up, going for a vertical suplex. The Senator has a counter for this as well, slipping out at the apex of the lift, landing behind his opponent. London seems to be reacting at light speed at this point, however, snapmaring Phillips forward, directly into a sloppy, but painful lungblower.
Edison: Woah! That was incredible! Those two just went for about five billion moves in that one short little sequence! It’s like watching the Flash fight the first Tiger Mask!
McNally: I think that’s quite the bizarre reference, but an apt one, nevertheless. If this is a sample of what we have to look forward to here, we’re in for treat…
London stands back up, only to catch a running knee to the midsection from Wyvern. The champion stomps Phillips a few times on the mat, before turning his attention back to BK, pushing his head down, and kicking him in the face repeatedly, Kawada-style. Wyvern takes a moment, placing a leg over London’s head, and then flips back off, planting a knee into the side of his opponent’s head on landing, dropping BK to the mat. However, Wyvern is not safe for long, as the Senator stands up, right behind him. The crowd pop alerts him to the danger, but it is too late, as the champion catches a harsh elbow to the face.
McNally: The Senator is not going to leave this ring tonight until he extracts some degree of revenge from the man lesser known as Scott Stewart.
Phillips heaves Wyvern into the corner, and with a nearly maniacal look on his face, unleashes a blistering knife edge chop, causing the crowd to "ooh" in sympathy at the sound of the thunderclap. Wyvern starts to slump down, but the Senator ties his opponent's arms up into the ropes, before throwing another big chop, raising a red welt on his opponent's chest. Not content with the results, Phillips throws yet another chop...and completely snaps, going into a rapid fire barrage, torturing the champion in the corner with chop after chop, delivering them almost too fast to count...
Edison: 15, 16, 17-18-19-20...I can't keep up!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:45:46 GMT -5
Finally, after about thirty straight chops, the Senator slows down, steps back, and with one final lunging knife edge, blasts his opponent hard enough to dislodge him from the corner. Phillips appears to have taken a toll from the almost cathartic chop annihilation, shaking out his right arm, when suddenly, BK London slides back into the ring, and takes him down with a horizontal cradle...
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...Wyvern re-enters the picture as he runs in with a jumping senton, crushing both opponents, technically re-pinning BK. Raymond Allen Fleming seems a bit confused for a split second, before counting the pin...
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...The house of cards collapses, as Phillips reaches up, hooks Wyvern's arms in a grounded crucifix pin, rolling him off London, and onto the mat for the cradle...
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...Wyvern now makes the save, dragging the Senator's legs out from under him, tripping the challenger on his face, pulling him back into a camel clutch of sorts, hooking the arms firmly, before sliding forward, into a Gedo Clutch/Camel Clutch Cradle...
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...The Senator escapes the pin, pulling Wyvern to his feet, only for BK to run off the ropes, leaping over both standing opponents, catching Phillips into a flying sunset flip...
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...BK can't hold on for long, and the Senator is able to roll back to a standing position, reaching down for the ankles, crossing his opponent's legs, before going for another, better executed modification on the jackknife pin...
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...Wyvern, who was biding his time, simply yanks the Senator off of the pin, into a short jumping powerbomb pin of his own. The exhausted RAF drops down for the umpteenth time to check the pin...
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...Wyvern is able, not only to kick out, but maneuvers into position to step around, going for the Deus Ex Machina once again, as he pulls London up, stepping through the legs, and turns him over. BK is not entirely in position, though, and is able to push up with his forearms and head, keeping himself from being completely bent in two by the high angle sasorigatame submission.
McNally: I must say, that last sequence of moves left me breathless. I can't imagine what it did to the wrestlers themselves.
Edison: I used to train to wrestle, and let me tell you, about four of those counter moves would have had me entirely exhausted, let alone the fifteen or so we just saw! Sheesh, I’m going to go take a nap now or something, this match is too much!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:46:12 GMT -5
Wyvern, with his eyes staring up at the sky, and jaw clenched at a strange angle, veins bulging out of his neck, lifts higher on his finishing submission hold, putting unseemingly amounts of pressure on his opponent's back, yelling as he tries to flatten London out to truly stretch him out. BK, though, has another idea, and with split second timing, drops his elevated position that his near handstand within the hold gave him, rolling inwards, hooking one of Wyvern's legs, countering him directly into the Corporate Lock!
McNally: BK once called this move the "Make or Break," which was an apt name, as it places the recipient in the very uncomfortable position of escaping, or having their ankle snapped like a twig. There's not many ways that one can prepare or stretch to make this any easier to endure, with the only true comfort being a full escape.
Wyvern crawls over to the ropes, and holds on, but before BK can let go, Steve Phillips comes from nowhere, placing him in a Dragon Sleeper, before dragging him back over, falling back, and quickly completing the Gridlock half surfboard sleeper. The champ sees another perfect opportunity to go for his double-opponent crushing senton, jumping forward...but Phillips rolls the submission over, escaping the impact...even so, Wyvern lands neatly on his feet, before simply kicking the Senator in the head, forcing him to let go, before putting him in a crossface chickenwing hold. Phillips tries to get room to breathe, placing a straight hand under his throat and Wvyern's arm, but this only leads the self proclaimed "Modern Day Judas" to wrench harder on the hammerlock portion of the submission, which was his main goal in the first place. Phillips attempts to get to a wide kneeling base, but is unable to do so in time, as his opponent jumps up, scissoring the submission, and placing his head under the Senator's arm, pushing his shoulder up, to further wrench his opponent's arm out of place. The champion sits back up in the improvised hold, and now locks his left hand up with his right, allowing his shoulder to continue the pressure of the move upon Phillips's own left shoulder joint. Wyvern then slowly stands back up, and in a startling moment, suplexes the Senator right on top of his head from the already-painful position!
Edison: Owwww, Daaaangeroooosusssss!!
Wyvern goes for the pin…
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…BK London lifts Wyvern off his opponent, hooking a leg from a back suplex position, and clasping the hand from the other side before driving the “Modern Day Judas” right on his head with a Regalplex, holding the move for the pin…
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…Wyvern kicks back with his free leg, putting BK off balance, and breaking the pinfall. London snaps around, as Wyvern rolls back, regaining a footing, but before either can make a move, Phillips stands back up, taking BK down with a low angle German Suplex, picking him back up in the rear waistlock, to spike him with the backdrop driver, flipping back on impact to land in a full nelson hold, picking his opponent back up again, and finishing the Senatorial Series with an emphatic Liberalizer. Wyvern attempts to capitalize on the Senator’s position as he stands up, but the opponent catches his kick attempt, right into a leg hook Capture Bomb. The Senator goes into a mount position, throwing a series of elbows from the top. Wyvern blocks most of the strikes, but one catches him hard upside the temple, and his guard slumps. Phillips gets back to his feet, only to see BK standing right in front of him. The Senator merely claps the side of his knee, smirking at his fellow challenger, and without a moment wasted, each man dashes off opposite sides of the ropes, returning at about the same time, with Phillips landing a ferocious King Kong Kneedrop on Wyvern’s skull. BK, for his part, fires up his fanbase with a “Ballin” sign, before leaping up even higher to drop his own knee.
Edison: That’s unfair! They said they wouldn’t work together!
McNally: All’s fair... I do think that they did plan that one move for such an opportunity, but you can hardly accuse either London or Phillips of collaboration otherwise.
As the Senator watches, BK picks Wyvern up, kicking him in the chest. Phillips seems to take exception, pushing London aside, before landing his own middle kick. BK wags his finger at the Senator, and throws a harder kick, knocking the champion to a knee. Phillips then rushes in, stepping off, and connecting with the Shining Capital step up rolling heel kick to the crown of the head, immediately covering for the pin…
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Edison: Oh, no freaking way! They’re all dead!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:46:35 GMT -5
Raymond Allen Fleming simply turns his back on the competitors, instead of starting a countout, he focuses his attention on Starkweather, Umeko, Hunter, and the Capitalists at ringside, ensuring that they keep away. BK, interestingly enough, is the first man to recover, and he drops a double elbow, hitting both opponents to keep them from doing the same.
McNally: It’s time to get to the secondary location, Eddie, no doubt, something’s in mind here…
Sure enough, London turns around, and storms over to the announce table, clearing the top of monitors, water bottles, and cough drops(guess who’s?). Phillips is starting to get up…and that’s no good. BK lunges out with the Shades of Michaels, nearly knocking the Senator clean out! At the same time, Wyvern attempts to climb up the apron, unnoticed, to regain his bearings…but London does not allow him the luxury of such a move, running up, and leaping onto the apron next to his opponent, immediately going into a rear waistlock…
Edison: Oh, no, oh no, he can’t do this, nobody’s ever pulled this off…
And with a dip of the quads, and a superhuman effort, BK executes a release German suplex right off the apron, sending Wyvern flying right into the side of the announce table!
Edison: That, I, yeah, it was…
McNally: Just say it, already.
Edison: DAAAAANGEROOOOUUSSSSSSS!
BK slams the ground next to him, getting up, with a marked difficulty from the landing, reaching under the ring, fumbling around for a moment before pulling out a table. London takes it over, sitting it next to the announce table, putting Wyvern on top of the vacated station. Next, BK sets up the other table, dragging Phillips over, and placing him on the second table.
McNally: This is not going to be one of our tamer moments, I believe.
Edison: No, this is going insane, insane I tell you, Maxie, this match is going insane! Absolutely insane, that’s…
McNally: Hush, we don’t want to gain a reputation for yelling throughout the entire match…
London gets back into the ring, rolling under the ropes, gathering his breath as time seems to slow down to half speed. The “Sole Survivor” takes one last look out of the ring, taking a few stutter steps in place, as he turns around, running at full speed off the opposite ropes, running back, timing his jump just…right…leaping up…and springing off, shooting with an incredible mix of agility and velocity into a suicidal springboard variation of the From Brooklyn to London, turning into a perfect cannonball backflip in midair, shooting almost TOO far, as he flies over his two opponents, BK’s altitude finally drops, fast. The landing of the death-defying SSP breaks both tables, and all three men in a cloud of splinters and dust.
Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…
McNally: I, I, can hardly believe what I just saw…
Edison: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…
McNally: BK London just took one of the greatest risks…
Edison: AAAAANNNNNNNNN…
McNally: …in professional wrestling history!
Edison: NNNNNGGGRRRRRR…
McNally: A true moment to…
Edison: RRRRRROOOOOUUUU…
McNally: …remember and savor for years…
Edison: UUUUSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! *Cough, cough, cough, urk!*
McNally: My God! Eddie, are you alright? Someone get a medic…and not just for those three brave warriors laying in the remains of our tables! While the medics arrive and check on the combatants, I think that every one of you out there would like to see the replay of that spectacular move. As we see here, London just dumped Wyvern off the apron with that horrendous German. That in itself would be a match highlight, but after putting both opponents on the tables, he did something that will never be replicated here again. Watching the replay, we see London dash off the ropes, springing up on the top rope, facing the tables, he uses an incredible amount of momentum to fly almost into the crowd, while executing his shooting star press, through the tables!
Back in real time, the medics, allies, and RAF all are checking on the fallen wrestlers. RAF gives a thumbs up after checking on BK, and then eventually for the other two, as the medics separate the three. Stark walks over, lifting Wyvern onto his shoulder, he transplants him into the ring, taking care not to jostle him too much. At the same time, BK grabs RAF’s shirt to pull himself up to a knee, holding his ribs. Meanwhile, the Capitalists check on the Senator, while Hunter remains in the chair that the two fetched for him. Stark starts to sit Wyvern into the corner, but unexpectedly, the champ repays him with a half-hearted shove away. Stark steps back with a half surprised, half cynical look on his face, but before he can do anything, Wyvern steps up, punching his fellow teammate in the jaw, lifting him up with a scoop, and throwing him out of the ring with a grunt.
Edison: (In a hushed, hoarse voice) Dissention in…the ranks…oh man, where’s my cough drops…
McNally: This is a startling and frankly disturbing development. Not one that many in ACW didn’t perhaps see coming, or for that matter, want to see happening. But for it to occur in the middle of the match might, no, will have untold ramifications on the end result here, but to what extent, I know not.
BK stands up, only for Kevin Fitsharris to taunt him to his face. As Phillips gets to his own feet, Umeko taunts him, only for Anthony Kalb to make a suggestive gesture towards her, which leads to a great commotion. Raymond Allen Fleming is generally a bit of a hot tempered individual, but can keep his anger in check, most of the time. Unfortunately, RAF looks up, seeing Stark fly out of the ring, and decides to grab a microphone, quickly sliding under the ropes to make an announcement.
RAF: That’s it, all of you, the whole bloody lot of you at ringside, you’re all expelled from ringside! Go watch the match in the back, you imbeciles!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:46:57 GMT -5
The security quickly herds Umeko and Stark away to one side, while taking the Capitalists off to the other. Hunter, for his part, almost remains unnoticed in his chair, that is, until RAF sees him out of the corner of his eye, and wildly gestures for the newly returned man to hightail it to the back. Hunter doesn’t willingly leave, his eyes nearly bugging out of his face as he points to RAF, yelling about “freaking commies” and other random insults, as a few extra guards drag him away.
McNally: Finally, this match can continue, without the distractions. Nothing here but three indefatigable combatants to face each other now, and that’s how it should be.
All three warriors seem to have captured some degree of rest as they face off, with a heightened sense of urgency. Phillips wastes no time, and wipes Wyvern out with a Washington Lariat, knocking him down to the mat. BK tries to take the Senator off guard, but also eats a lariat, leading Phillips to strike a proud Victory pose in the middle of the ring, quickly eyeing the guests at ringside. The champion starts to stand up, and as he does, the Senator runs off the ropes, going for a Partisan Kick, which Wyvern ducks, and a rising BK rolls under at the last second, spinning a startled Wyvern around, right into a front facelock, spinning into a Revolver…or at least, he would have, if the Senator hadn’t dashed back off the ropes after his double miss, and connected flush with the side of his head, knocking both men down in an awkward way. Phillips covers for the pin…
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McNally: We’re now approaching if not already passing the forty-five minute mark in this match. There’s no time limit, but the further this goes on, the more of a toll it will take on the wrestlers, and the tougher it will be both to resist defeat, and press the offence.
London chooses to attack Phillips, nearly taking his head off with the move entitled Air London, a running leap spiral roundhouse right to the face. BK looks up, with a sudden inspiration, he drags not Phillips, but Wyvern over to the ropes, slowly climbing up, signaling for the shooting star press once again, and leaps off with the From Brooklyn to London…the landing, however, was not what he expected. Wyvern, not quite as out as London though, snaps into a ready position as the challenger lands off, and as BK finishes his rotation, he does so directly into a low angle Ace Crusher from the champion!
McNally: Classic, simply classic! Nobody has ever though of that counter before, and it’s easy to tell why, the timing and effort that took were nothing short of incredible! BK London might just have been taken out of the game with that!
Wyvern flops over, and covers for the three, but even RAF is worn out at this point, and takes his time making it there…
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McNally: That looks like Phillips’s own Tax Cut submission, one of his earliest trademark moves.
Wyvern doesn’t stop there, and turns all the way inside, facing away from the Senator, as he places both of his opponent’s ankles upon his shoulders, and starts to step to the outside of Phillips’s shoulders…
McNally: No! This can’t be what it looks to be!
Scott Stewart looks around the crowd for one moment, before managing to step behind both of his opponent’s arms, pulling them in as he pulls down on the feet perched upon his shoulders, completing and locking in Stage One of the most infamous move in ACW history…
McNally: It is, Wyvern is going to use the Senator’s own Nuclear Device finisher against him! Someone needs to simply stop the match right now before the man is seriously hurt! A referee stoppage would be no dishonor at this point, not after everyone has fought so well, not with someone as brutal as Wyvern in such a position to do such damage!
RAF approaches the mad champion, but is unable to stop him, as he leaps up…up in the air…as high as his fatigued legs and body allow him to go…and returning to the mat with a sickening unprotected neck drop on the former ACW champion.
Edison: Oh..man…Nuclear Option, Daaaangeroooossssssssss!
Wyvern, instead of repeating the pogo piledriver variation, simply lets go, closing his eyes, and drops the Senator behind him, allowing Phillips to slump to the mat.
McNally: What is this?
BK London, although surely injured from the ace crusher, and previous moves, still has enough in him to still strive for the belt that he fought so hard, through feud after feud, through thirty men and women at Fallen Heroes, not just gaining, but earning his title of the Sole Survivor, BK London manages to take Wyvern down in his state of reverie, clamping the Corporate Lock back on! Wyvern reaches out as London twists his ankle in a way no ankle should rotate, stretching his arm, his upper body out just that extra inch…and over the prostate body of the fallen Steve Phillips…
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BK yells as he exerts the very last reserves of his energy, not even realizing the position that his two opponents are in…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:47:18 GMT -5
…3!
RAF signals over to the booth, as Wyvern taps repeatedly, and has to repeat his order to the ring announcer.
Phillip Jones: Your winner, by pinfall, and STILL your ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Wyvern!!!!!!
The medical crew rush into the ring, immediately placing Steve Phillips on a stretcher, and checking on Wyvern, as he hobbles, barely, to his feet, reclaiming his title with a snarl from RAF and Phillip Jones, and presenting his custom belt to the crowd with a pained gusto. Wyvern sneers at the cheers from the audience, turning most of them to boos with nothing but a few choice gestures and facial expressions, before rolling to the outside, and walking away to the back.
BK gets a standing round of applause from the fans in the arena, as he compresses a bag of ice to the back of his head, and allows a medic to wrap tape around his midsection. London, thoroughly exhausted, still has enough in him to yell to his wife, and speak to Kevin Anderson for what appears to be footage for a future dvd release, or perhaps Meltdown.
Phillips, almost rolled out of the ring, comes to his senses, finally, and actually takes a swing at a doctor, his sudden violent action allowing him to roll off, as the straps were not yet connected. The entire medical staff at ringside urges Phillips to allow them to take him backstage, but the old veteran has nothing of it, slowly and stubbornly making his way to back, favoring his left arm, and about the rest of his body, as he does so. As the Senator reaches the top of the ramp, he turns around, and with one last look around, raises both arms in his classic Victory pose, before making his own exit.
The crowd is left stunned by the enormity of the conflict they have just witnessed, indeed by the intensity of the entire show. Spontaneous, thunderous applause fills the arena; the outcome of the main event poses more questions than it answers, but to the fans this just means that the next few weeks and months are going to be even more thrilling than those leading to the jewel in ACW’s crowd.
Wyvern is still champion – but is that due to his stablemates, or in spite of them?
Does BK have enough fight left in him to continue his chase for the title?
Has the Senator finally reached the limit of what his body can endure for the sake of his heart and soul?
And as for the rest of the ACW roster – how on earth are they going to top tonight’s epic revelations and confrontations?
Believe me, they’ll find a way.
ACW’s fourth year is going to be its best yet…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by rosslambert on Jun 23, 2007 15:49:01 GMT -5
LOVED it.
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Post by hunter on Jun 23, 2007 15:49:54 GMT -5
Oh. My. Awesome. One of the best shows we've ever had. I marked out so bad for pretty much everything...and yes, for the most part, it was X. >_>
Great job, all.
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Post by Dalton on Jun 23, 2007 15:51:31 GMT -5
*MARKS THE FUCK OUT FOR HUNTER*
*watches Starko make a comment about my markness*
Awesome show everyone, loved everything that I read!
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Post by Karate Master Kudo on Jun 23, 2007 16:03:04 GMT -5
What a wild show. A lot of memorable moments.
Some of the ones I remember:
-XS3/Mainer street fight was a nice contrast to the flaming tables and bloody scalp street fights we usually get. -I liked the Rena/AK segment, some nice touching character development there. -Freeman venting -YOKO -All of TK vs RDK, the entrance down to the thank you -Hunter/FSX -Nuclear Option/Wyvern retaining
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