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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:18:57 GMT -5
Segment: Really Meaningful Segment (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Back in The Cheng locker room, Stan is nowhere to be seen. The odds are that, being a cameraman, Stan is doing some work for once and is actually working the camera. Now Jake is the one who looks relaxed, leaning back in his wooden chair, two legs still on the floor. Jake collects his thought and looks straight into the eyes of the audience.
Jake: BK London. The Blueprint For Success. I hate to say, I’m a little unsure about that name. Does anyone remember the last time BK won an actual wrestling match on a pay per view? Well, it was back in January, and he still had the help from Kudo Yasuda and myself. It has been ten whole months since his last PPV singles win. That’s almost a whole year!
Holy shit! And this guy is a mod...
Jake: And still the man talks shit about being the best in the business. It’s amazing how far from the truth that is! BK London, I’m sorry to say you are far past your prime and your career is on the decline.
Oh, it’s true. It’s damn true.
Jake: Only problem is that you’ll still beat me. In the three years I’ve been here, I’ve never had a winning record. I broke even once....at one and one. So many titles and so many blown opportunities. When you think BK London, you think first ACW Grand Slam Champion and when you think Jake Cheng, you kinda just shrug. What has he ever done. Nothing.
Oh, it’s true. It’s dam....HEY! Wait a minute!
Jake: I’ve never been able to do it on my own. I usually had back up, whether was the New Breed or the Untouchables or Rawt or, most of the time, you. But then something changed and the conditions changed. You had to be put in your place and the usual weren’t there. No Yoko, no Latino, no Alicia. I stepped up.
Throat Clear.
Jake: I learned what you taught me, but it wasn’t enough. I quit. And you still pushed me in the fire. And you taught me another lesson that you need more than physical strength. You need the mental edge. So I played some “mind games” this time around. And it’s working.
Jake adjusts himself in his chair.
Jake: But now I’m wondering if I have the strength to do this. I don’t know if I can finish him. Tonight will be the biggest match of his career. It will define the next couple of months for me...and even beyond that. I will need strength and the will to stay in the ring, or wherever the match takes us, BK, for however long it takes for you to just stay down.
Jake starts to get misty-eyed, on the verge of tears. He tried to suck it back, but his nose make the loud slurp noise that happens when you start crying. He wipes his eyes and smiles.
Jake: Tonight will be the night where the student surpasses the master. I’ll make you proud.
Jake starts to breakdown a bit but leaves the camera’s view before any tears are shed. A different side of Jake Cheng tonight; is fight against London seen at a new angle, from a new light.
Fade Out
OOC: The BK London-Jake Cheng saga comes to a close tonight. Sure, maybe a collision and maybe an unfortunate partnership sometime in the future....
BK, we all say you have a big ego, but I know your heart is much bigger. Thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me, whether it is a banner, getting me a match or telling me mod secrets. Ok, the last one not so much but you understand when I beg you for mod secrets. You are an amazing friend and amazing person.
So...this gets me into Main Event next month, right?
*Waits to get speared*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:20:42 GMT -5
Match 11: Last Man Standing Match BK London vs Jake Cheng (Credit: BK) Phillip: The following match will be under LAST MAN STANDING RULES.. The crowd erupts as they have been anticipating this contest all evening, the final battle between two rivals.Phillip: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 231lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, "The Blueprint for Success" B-K LONDON! The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Stronger" by Kanye West 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 surveys the crowd, looking left and right while absorbing the huge ovation and begins his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon hitting the end of the ramp, he stops one more time to look at the fans closer to the ring before quickly running and sliding into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he makes his way over to the corner and ascends to the middle turnbuckle, hitting one of his signature poses.
The flashes of the camera from the legion of fans almost illuminate the arena as they manage to capture him for the few seconds he's on the turnbuckle. He then hops down and makes his way to the middle of the ring where he awaits his opponent.Phillip: And his opponent, weighing in at 197lbs, from Hong Kong, China, he is the Light Heavyweight Champion, "The Asian Extraordinaire" Jake Cheng! "4 Words (To Choke Upon)" by Bullet For My Valentine sounds through the speakers, and to an immense amount of heat comes the Light Heavyweight Champion himself, Jake Cheng. BK London locks eyes with the champion as he makes his way on the stage, and Jake doesn't keep his eyes off the former ACW Champion himself. Slowly Jake makes his way down to the ring before rolling in and giving one last glance to BK before holding up his belt triumphantly in the direction of the crowd.
Jake hands his championship over to Referee Joey Reynolds who hands it to the Phillip before calling for the bell.The bell finally sounds for the match to begin, and to the surprise of some memebers of the audience - the two aren't exactly making a quick effort to take it to one another. Instead, both men stay stationary in their corner of the ring - simply staring at one another as both men have been waiting for this moment for a long time. The last match thus far in this epic rivalry, and in this last match neither man plans to lose. Finally, the pair make their way to the center of the ring and BK towers over his former partner - but Jake doesn't hold back any words he has for the Boy Wonder, before slapping him across the face. This prompts BK to fire back with a stiff punch to the jaw and now the explosive start that everyone has been waiting for has officially commenced. The two continue exchanging lightning quick rights in the ring, with neither man appearing to backdown but it is BK London who gets the upperhand in the brawl and manages to get Jake on the ropes. He follows up with a kick to the abdomen before whipping his former partner across the ring into the opposing ropes. Jake comes back and is sent flying with a back body drop from the former ACW Heavyweight Champion to the delight of the crowd. Jake makes his way back up to his feet, holding his back and BK clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside. Jake manages to land on his feet upon hitting the outside of the ring, but quickly loses his balance and staggers back first into the ring barricade. Fans immediately begin patting the Light Heavyweight Champion on the shoulder and chest, and Jake takes offense to that and quickly pulls himself off the barricade before sharing a few words with the eager fans. Jake returns his attention to back in the ring, and BK is simply awaiting his arrival back into the squared circle. Jake makes his way over to the steel steps, walking up very slowly, and BK nearly jumps over the top rope to grab him but referee Joey Reynolds pulls him back. Jake: Back him up ref! Back him up!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:21:36 GMT -5
Jake slowly takes his time, finally getting to the apron, continuing to stare at BK London who looks like a caged animal as he is being restrained by Referee Reynolds. BK has had enough, and he blows past the referee and swings at Jake - luckily for Jake he hops down off the apron to evade the shot. The Asian Extraordinaire has another plan, this time grabbing the leg of BK and pulling him under the bottom rope to the outside. Jake looks to land a right hand to the face of BK, but BK blocks it and begins pummeling Jake with blow after blow - backing him up into the steel steps before delivering one stiff haymaker that nearly KO's the Light Heavyweight Champion. BK grabs the nearly lifeless Jake, and sets him up by the steel steps before backing up - preparing for a possibly more dangerous manuever. BK backs up and looks to land a knee right to the skull of Jake, but Jake manages to roll out of the way which sends BK crashing knees first into the steel steps. The grand slam champion sends the steps flying off a few feet by him, before laying down on the foundation and holding his right knee in pain. Jake picks himself, still holding his jaw from that punch and rolls into the ring - distancing himself from BK. Jake calls over to Reynolds and tells him to begin the count, in which he does.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . BK begins to slowly roll over on his stomach, to start getting up, and he further approaches the apron. . FIVE . . SIX . Grabbing the ringskirt, he pulls himself up to a vertical base, which pisses off Jake like no other. Jake bounces off the ropes and delivers a baseball slide to BK, sending him back first into the announcer table. The protection on the announce table manages to slide off into the laps of the commentators McNally and Edison, leaving the bare table and television monitors exposed. BK staggers his way back towards the ring, and Jake now vaults himself over the top rope - looking for the Inside to Outside Vaulting Hurricanrana, but BK holds his ground and keeps him on his shoulders. BK turns around, and he is apparently going to send Jake crashing through the table which gets a pop from the crowd. As BK approaches the table, Jake starts punching away at the forehead of his opponent which sends BK staggering backwards. Jake grabs onto the ropes and kicks BK off right back into the announce table. BK collapses backwards onto the announce table, lying there and Jake wastes no time removing the television monitors before climbing back on the apron and ascending to the top rope. Jake perches himself on the top rope, before standing up completely vertical and looks down at BK. Without wasting any more seconds, Jake dives off the top rope and manages to deliver a Leg Drop that sends the pair crashing through the table.
"HO-LY SHIT!"
"HO-LY SHIT!"
"HO-LY SHIT!"
Joey Reynolds quickly makes his way out the ring to check on both men as they lay motionless in the debris of the broken table. Jake begins to show some signs of life and looks up at the referee, telling him to start the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE
At this time, Jake uses McNally's chair to help him up, and actually sits down in it so he doesn't have to exert too much energy rising up to a full vertical base. A huge smile grows across his face as Reynolds continues the count.
FOUR . . FIVE . . SIX
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:22:26 GMT -5
BK slowly begins to move now, but it may be too late. As Reynolds hits the seven mark, BK manages to make it up to one knee, and by the count of nine he's completely up at this point and the count is waved off. The comfortable Light Heavyweight Champion can't believe at this point that BK has made it up, even after such a manuever. Quickly Jake attacks BK from behind with a huge forearm to the back of his head, before picking him up and smashing him head first into the steel steps. BK slumps down to the ground after this move, and now Jake picks him up and rolls him into the ring before rolling in himself to deal out some more damage. BK begins to crawl his way over to the ropes as Jake takes his time to get back to his feet. Jake approaches BK and drags him over to the turnbuckle where he begins delivering blow after blow to the jaw, and then follows up by choking him as he is sitting on the bottom turnbuckle. BK is absolutely motionless and Jake positions himself in the opposing corner, all the way across the ring and begins his wild X-Pac crotch chop-off. The crowd boos the former Entertainment Champion, but he could care less and begins to make a b-line towards his former partner. Jake almost seems to soar in the air gracefully as he gets ready to deliver the move of ultimate embarassment, he can feel the wind gently caressing his skin, and he can almost hear the sound of birds chirping over the raucous crowd, but when he opens his eyes he sees BK has put his knee up. Jake has absolutely no time to react, and in a matter of seconds his groin collides into the knee of BK and the crowd is absolutely estatic.
The face on Jake is priceless as he lies on the mat, rolling around in a circle while holding his manhood and BK manages to get himself up using the turnbuckle. Jake slowly gets to his feet himself but is the victim of an onslaught of punches to the jaw. One jab after another after another after another after another, getting a bit of Dusty Rhodes in him, and even manages to score with the Bionic Elbow to the forehead to take the champion down. BK is beginning to feel it, hyping up the crowd with his Flair struts and watches as Jake positions himself in the corner. BK stops immediately once he sees Jake resting in the corner, and quickly sprints towards him and nearly knocks all the air out his advesary with a running clothesline. Jake staggers just a bit before BK whips him into the opposing corner and follows up with another clothesline. BK whips Jake back across the ring into the initial turnbuckle and almost kills him with a third turnbuckle and the crowd is loving each and every minute of this. BK backs up and watches Jake staggers out the corner like a drunken idiot and BK stalks him, possibly looking for a high impact move to finish this match off - but instead does the complete opposite.
Jake staggers out the corner and BK takes him down with the fingerpoke of doom that took down the "Big Sexy Cool Daddy etc etc" Kevin Nash in his match against Hogan, and Jake actually goes down like a tree. Jake lays flat on his back and BK tells Reynolds to start the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE . No one can believe Jake actually stayed down this long after a finger poke chest, or it could've possibly been the knee to the groind and three hard clotheslines to the chest, but what do they compare to the finger poke of doom? Anyway, Jake slowly makes his way up to one knee, and BK advances towards him and kicks him in the abdomen before tossing him out the ring to the outside. Jake rolls over towards the broken table and sees Phillip sitting there with his championship on his lap. BK rolls out the ring, and sees Jake resting on the lap of Phillip and immediately throws on his WTF face. Perplexed and all, BK makes his way towards Jake only to be surprised by getting a face full of Light Heavyweight gold. The championship shot takes BK down to the ground and also manages to turn the tide back in Jake's favor at the same time. Jake looks at his title shortly after and gives it a kiss before tossing it back on the lap of Phillip.
Jake makes his way over to the steel steps and wastes no time pushing off the top layer of the steel steps to the side, revealing the lower panel of pure black steel. Jake picks up BK who's down on one knee and drags him over to the steps before setting him up for a DDT. BK manages to ram Jake back first into the ring post right behind him and delivers a back body drop to the Light Heavyweight Champion that sends his lower back crashing against the thinly padded mat. Jake surprisingly manages to make it up to his feet rather quickly and makes a b-line towards BK, but BK catches him and delivers possibly the most painful move of the match thus far. Jake lays motionless after he is the recipient of a London-Plex right onto the steel steps, and the loud THUMP of his body crashing against the steel echoes throughout the arena. BK falls back down to the ground to out of pure exhaustion and Reynolds begins to count both men down.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR
BK London begins making his way up to his feet, grabbing the ringskirt to get up while Jake is making very slow movements of his own.
FIVE . . SIX . . BK is now up, and he rolls himself into the ring as Jake manages to roll over on his stomach to help him get up.
SEVEN . . EIGHT . . NINE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:23:34 GMT -5
Jake manages to get to his feet before the 10 , and the referee immediately brings a stop to the count. Upon doing so, Jake collapses back down to the ground, flat on his ass and BK rolls back out the ring to grab him. BK then tosses the Asian Extraordinaire back into the ring before making his way towards Phillip and he takes the very steel chair that he was lying on. He folds it before holding it in the air to the delight of the crowd, and now a smile grows across his face upon sliding into the ring. Jake is all the way across the ring and he seems to be reaching into his tights for something, what is it? We'll know soon enough as BK manages to make his way towards Jake, holding the steel chair in hand. He raises the steel chair over his head, and at any moment he could come down and deliver a crushing blow to the skull of Jake - reminiscent to his attack on him a few weeks prior, but Jake throws some sort of dust/powder in the eyes of London. BK drops the chair as he staggers around, temporarily blinded, swinging his fists in any direction possible and Jake grabs the steel chair before very gingerly rising up. As BK manages to get his vision back, he turns towards Jake and receives possibly the hardest chairshot in ACW history. The grandslam champion drops like a sack of bricks and Jake looks at the absolutely dented chair, even taken back himself at the amount of force he managed to put behind that shot. He tosses the mangled chair to the ground and stumbles into the corner as Reynolds begins to count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE . . SIX . . SEVEN . . BK begins to show some movements, and turns over on his stomach as he begins slowly getting to his feet, to the surprise of Jake.
EIGHT . . NINE . . BK manages to pull himself up and the crowd can't believe it, and neither can Jake. A little disoriented from that chairshot, BK stumbles into the corner across from Jake and flips him the bird. This can only infuriate the Light Heavyweight Champion, and Jake wastes no time making his way over to BK before dropping him with a roundhouse kick to the back of the head. BK drops onto the middle rope, and half of him his hanging out the ring and quickly Jake pulls him by his tights and sets him up on the top rope - possibly looking to end this match with a high impact manuever. Jake ascends to the middle rope himself and starts delivering forearm after forearm to the back of BK, before putting his head between his legs, looking for the Mandate from Heaven. BK manages to escape the move and delivers right hand after right hand to the jaw of Jake, but Jake doesn't seem to want to let go of the top rope - not wanting to fall down to the mat like the 100's of other times he has from the top rope. BK grabs Jake's head and drives it into the top turnbuckle before looking for a Sunset Flip Powerbomb. BK looks to carry Jake over, but Jake once again refuses to let go of the top rope and it's proving very hard to finish up with the powerbomb. Instead, BK goes around behind Jake and hooks one leg and clasps both hands. He moves up to the middle turnbuckle with Jake, and manages to deliver a bit sloppy but effective Regal-Plex off the top rope down to the middle of the ring and Jake lays absolutely motionless on his stomach.
BK is not moving himself after such a move, and while he is conscious, he takes this time to catch his breath but tht doesn't stop Reynolds from counting him down.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR
At this count, BK has made it back to his feet, and watches as Jake continues to squirm from the center of the ring.
FIVE . . SIX . . SEVEN . . EIGHT
Jake is making his way up from one knee, and finally pushes himself up. The count is waved off and BK is a little surprised by the amount of punishment that Jake is taking in this match thus far. He delivers a right hand to Jake that sends the Light Heavyweight Champion staggering a bit backwards, and Jake returns that right hand with a fist of his own that nearly brings the Grand Slam Champion to his knees. A chop to the chest is returned by BK, and Jake delivers an open hand chop to the chest of BK as well. The fists begin hitting more faster than previously and within seconds its breaking down and the entire crowd is going absolutely wild. Jake delivers a knee to BK London's abdomen which brings his entire offense to a screeching halt, and Jake bounces off the ropes hoping to follow up with another move but BK delivers a stiff forearm/elbow to the jaw of Jake which stops Jake right in his tracks. BK now bounces off the ropes and looks to follow up with another move, but Jake kicks him in the gut and delivers a Flash Kick that sends BK staggering backwards through the ropes and to the outside. BK lands on his feet and holds his jaw while Jake reaches over the top rope and launches himself for his Inside to Outside Vaulting Hurricanrana but BK manages to side step it. Jake lands on his feet, and holds his knee as he possibly may have jammed it, and once he turns around his head is nearly taken off by the Shades of Michaels...but Jake manages to side step it.
BK turns around and Jake kicks him in the abdomen once again and delivers The Revolver right onto the thinly padded mat on the ground, taking out BK in the process. Jake picks up BK and tosses him into the ring before grabbing a steel chair from under the ring and sliding in himself. BK is starting to get up shortly after being rolled into the ring and most people think that Jake is going to regret not letting him stay down for the count, but with what Jake possibly has in mind - it might not matter. BK is up on both knees now, and Jake throws him the steel chair in which BK catches. Jake looks to follow up with the move he dubs 'The Second Heartbeat', but BK ducks under it with the chair. Jake makes an entire 360-degree turn because of the force behind the kick and BK throws him back the chair in which he catches. BK delivers a Shades of Michaels out of nowhere to the steel chair which smacks Jake right in the face and the crowd goes absolutely bananas. BK smiles upon seeing this and Joey begins the count again.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:24:15 GMT -5
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE
Jake begins to slowly make his way up to his feet, and by the count of seven he's fully up and now BK grabs the steel chair and looks to swing it again at the Light Heavyweight Champion but Jake ducks under. Jake runs and springboards himself off the rope before turning in mid-air. At this same moment, BK turns himself towards the direction of Jake and Jake manages to score with the Springboard Variation of 'The Second Heartbeat' which takes the former ACW Champion down. A wave of boos from the crowd nearly crushes Jake, figuratively of course, and Reynolds begins the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE . . SI-
BK London has made it up to his feet, and we cut backstage to his wife Kiley who couldn't be happier and is willing her husband on. Back in the ring, Jake is absolutely furious and wonders what will it take to keep BK down for a 10 count. You can clearly see that Jake is running out of ideas, but manages to keep the advantage in the match coming at BK with punches and kicks, but none of them seem to be keeping the former ACW Champion down. Finally a stiff boot to the face takes BK down to the mat, and Jake now has the opportunity to roll out the ring and acquire a new weapon. He looks under the ring and pulls out the tool box before throwing it into the ring and he rolls back into the ring himself. Looking in the toolbox, he pulls out a long steel chain which gets a resounding "Ohhhh!" from the crowd. Before he can wrap the chain around his wrist, or complete any other act with it, BK musters enough strength to pick himself up and grabs Jake from around the waist. He delivers a huge German Suplex to the current Light Heavyweight Champion before holding on and picking him up once more. Jake still has the chain in hand, but after the second German Suplex it goes flying across the ring. BK keeps the hands clasped and hits another German Suplex. The crowd gives a mixed reaction for this maneuver, but BK continues to hold on and before you know it, a minute later BK drives Jake into the mat with the 8th German Suplex before letting him go.
Exhausted as BK is, he manages to rise up and sees the steel chain from across the ring and picks it up. He swings it around his fist to the delight of the crowd, but while he's doing this, across the ring Jake is crawling across the ring towards the toolbox in the corner. BK quickly sees this and he wastes no time delivering a sliding dropkick to the toolbox, sending it flying out the ring just as Jake was a fingertip away from grabbing it. BK looks to pick up Jake, but Jake possibly uses the most unorthodox move in his moveset - the Testicular Claw. Jake grabs a fist-full of BK's family jewels and the crowd boos the champion fiercely. Slowly Jake climbs to his feet, while still holding BK, but BK takes his free hand and appllies the Testicular Claw. Both men are standing in the middle of the ring, seeing which one will last longer with the most excrutiating maneuver in history locked on as the referee doesn't even know what to expect. Then out of left field, BK decks Jake with the chain wrapped around his fist.
Jake is out of it and BK rolls to the outside and with all the tools in the toolbox, he pulls out a pair of handcuffs before rolling back into the ring. He pushes Jake over on his stomach and now begins to place on the handcuffs and when he finally gets it locked in, Jake realizes he's in deep shit now.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:24:32 GMT -5
BK grabs the steel chain brought in earlier by himself and holds it in hand as he stares at Jake on his knees, with his arms handcuff behind is back. Jake pleads for BK not to hit him, on his knees, begging him. And BK looks over at the crowd who wants BK to take out Jake once and for all. BK looks over the past three months of his life which have been a living hell, but apparently shows some remorse and drops the chain to the ground to the dismay of the crowd. Jake lets out a huge sigh of relief, and starts making his way to the referee while on his knees, telling the ref to find the keys. BK picks up the steel chair brought in the ring by Jake earlier, and before Jake can turn around to see what's happening next, he is crushed by the a steel chair to the back of the head. Jake drops down on his face, and lays motionless in the ring. BK raises the chair over his head and comes down with another crushing shot to the head. He raises the chair over his head once more and delivers possibly the most gruesome shot to the head. He looks down at Jake once more, disgusted at what he's become, and BK continues wailing on him time after time with the steel chair like a man possessed. And Reynolds attempts to stop him, but BK continues and continues. He now opens the steel chair and places it around the neck of Jake before climbing to the middle rope. At this moment, Kiley runs down to the ring and tells BK to stop.
BK looks down at Jake, who he could end the career of in an instant with one move, and then looks at Kiley pleading to stop and he now hops off the middle rope to the ground below and slides out the ring. Reynolds starts the count, but already knows the result in his head.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE . . SIX . . SEVEN . . EIGHT . . NINE . . TEN!
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: And the winner of this match, B-K London!
"Stronger" by Kanye West hits and without any celebration in the ring, BK London makes his way up the ramp with his wife hand and hand. As they get to the top of the stage, they stop, and BK turns back around as Jake and sees that he's slowly beginning to show some signs of life in the ring. Upon seeing that, BK abandons his wife and makes his way back down to the ring to the delight of the blood thirsty crowd. Kiley calls for BK to come back, but he doesn't pay her any mind.
He slides in the ring and Joey Reynolds attempts to come in between him and Jake after removing the handcuffs, but BK shoves him out the way. Jake is slowly making his way to his feet, looking a bit disoriented doing so and once he turns around he sees BK London staring right in his face. He jumps a bit, being surprised and all, but then keeps his ground.
The two stare each other down in the corner of the ring, and share some words that are inaudible to the ACW camera or audience. Shortly after, they engage in a brief handshake, which gets another rather large pop from the crowd, before BK exits the ring once more and heads back up the ramp to his wife.
The pair disappear behind the curtain and now Jake grabs his Light Heavyweight Championship and makes his way to the back as well.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:24:58 GMT -5
Segment (OTA): Climbing Down the Walls (Credit: Hunter)
The breeze has never felt so good. He stands perfectly still as it races through his hair, closing his eyes for a few moments, until the loud slam of the door startles them open. He looks behind him at the shut door, and then sighs, taking a few more steps closer to the infinite blackness before him. He has never visited the ACW roof in the past, but as the saying goes, there is always a first time for everything. He takes a few gentle strides along its length, the breeze still parting his hair behind him. He turns slightly and walks up to the small barrier before him, which rises up to roughly his waist. He puts his hands down on it and slowly leans back and forth on the weight of his hands before sighing yet again.
The stars are in full view, and they illuminate the faces of the people below him. Most of them are ACW wrestlers and backstage workers who are preparing to take the rest of the night off, regardless of whether or not the entire show is over yet. None of them look up at him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He looks down at the varying shapes and sizes of the people, and then at the cars around them. The lights are relatively dark, but they still reveal enough to keep him satisfied.
He looks out at the night sky beyond, and continues to gaze it, somewhat longingly. He then looks down at the barrier on which he rests his hands, and he slowly pushes himself back. He continues to look at it, and then puts one foot on top of it. He pauses for a few moments, and then lifts himself up with this leg, balancing himself by placing his other leg firmly down on the barrier. He now stands roughly fifty to sixty feet up above the ground, and he stares down at it blankly. He extends his right foot forward slightly, but his balance is maintained. He blinks a few times, and then puts this foot back and raises the other one. Suddenly, the door behind him slams shut, and he turns sharply to see the form of Fallen Souls looking over at him, strangely.
FSX: Uh...what are you doing?
Andrew Hunter looks down at the roof level to his left, and then down at the gravel at the ground level to his right. He then focuses his eyes on his feet, both of which are laying side by side atop the barrier. FSX says nothing, but his trademark cheery expression does not shine through. There is a very long moment of silence, until finally Hunter throws his weight onto his left side and casually lands on his feet on roof level. He walks over to FSX and looks up at him with a smile.
Hunter: Relaxing.
FSX stares at him blankly, and then slowly nods.
FSX: O...kay. I...whatever floats your boat, man.
Hunter nods.
FSX: Do you have your stuff ready?
Hunter nods once again.
FSX: Good. We can leave now, if you want.
Hunter: Why wouldn't I?
FSX: I don't know...maybe you want to watch Snake beat Wyvern.
Hunter: As pleasurable as that would be, I'm sure we can watch it on your television. You do have one, right?
FSX smiles, and when he speaks, there is a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
FSX: What's a "television?"
Hunter begins to chuckle, and FSX does the same before starting to head down the stairs. Hunter waits for him to be a few steps down before turning his head slowly, looking back over the night sky. He stares at it for a few seconds, and then sighs before turning back to the stairs before him, climbing down their length, only a few feet behind FSX.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:25:40 GMT -5
Match 12: ACW World Championship Wyvern vs Rattlesnake (Credit: Dan) *DING DING* Phillip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the World Heavyweight Championship! McNally: Well here it is, Eddie! The big one! And who might you be gunning for in this match? Eddie: It’s tight, both these men haven’t fought one-on-one ever since that night at Omega Effect 13 months ago! But I see the title changing hands tonight. There’s brief cheer for the mention of the title match.Phillip: Coming first to the ring, the challenger. Weighing at 273 lbs, from Orlando, Florida…”The Emperor”, “The Vision of Greatness”, Rattlesnake! The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around and smirks. He slowly raises his arms to some boos from the fans, but they know that he is most likely the man they’ll be cheering in this match. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down.McNally: Rattlesnake certainly looks hyped for his match, but can he finally do the job? Phillip: And his opponent, the World Champion…weighing at 210 lbs, from Tacoma, Washington…Wyvern! The fans jeer loudly as “This Night” by Black Lab hits the PA system, and two snakes appear on the titantron, weaving their way up the screen as the lights darken slightly. Wyvern walks out at this point to a chorus of boos, but he smirks as he holds the World Championship up to the crowd. He continues walking down the ramp, ignoring the crowd members sitting at that point, and climbing up the steps and into the ring. He holds his arms up, looking down at the belt, before removing it as the lights turn on. He hands the belt to the referee who holds it high, and hands it to Phillip, as the music fades.McNally: Wyvern is certainly not the favourite in the crowd’s eyes tonight. Edison: Neither of these men tend to be cheered by the crowd, but it seems Rattlesnake has them on his side tonight. They’re met indirectly since that night at Omega Effect II, but this is the rematch. The match that night ended a draw, and ever since both men have gone through opponents like nobody’s business. But tonight, on this small island, it’s heavy stuff. They glare at each other, with more than just a score to settle. Betrayal at Wyvern’s expense, the lust for the belt being Rattlesnake’s aim. Game on, Wayne.[/i] Bell rings Wyvern and RS are certainly weary of each other. It’s the first time they’ve fought one-on-one since the Omega Effect II match from 13 months ago, only this time there’s not even an ounce of friendly competition in the ranks. They both come out of their corners and with sheer competitiveness in both men’s actions, firmly lock up. Neither men are particularly favourable by the crowd, but they seem to be cheering more for RS, on the basis that Wyvern’s stable seems to be the worse of the two in terms of antics. McNally: Would you just listen to this crowd…seems like they’re eager to see a new champion tonight. Edison: Me too, Max! We’re all bored of Wyvern. Nobody likes technical wrestlers! RS uses the extra 63 pounds he carries to throw Wyvern around 180 degrees and onto the mat. The crowd cheers as Wyvern slowly climbs to his feet, but he’s by no where defeated. He jumps to his feet, and the two lock up again. Wyvern drops to his knees, spinning behind RS and wraps his legs around RS’s legs, bringing him to the ground. Wyvern quickly locks in a chinlock, but RS manages to escape pretty quickly. Both men get back to their feet, still with the lust of gold being their main concern. They march back up to each other and the fists start flying, Wyvern first on the offensive: Whack……whack……whack……whack……whack…… But then RS ducks a punch, smirks into Wyvern’s face, and with the brief cheers of the crowd, gets his punches dead on: Whack…whack…whack…whack…whack…whack…whack… Wyvern stumbles backward, retreating to the corner. RS stalks him but the referee steps in, ordering RS to stay back as Wyvern recuperates, which doesn’t go down well with the crowd. McNally: Wyvern might be the World champion, but without Starkweather or Kudo, he’s nothing more than a mere coward! Edison: I don’t know, Max. I’m sure he’d be able to beat you. McNally: Shut up, Eddie.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:27:52 GMT -5
RS reluctantly allows Wyvern to get to his feet, and then attempts to lock him up. But Wyvern flies out the turnbuckle, and a swift blow to the side of the knee cripples RS slightly. Wyvern rolls onto his feet, and takes the opportunity, planting RS with a Double Underhook Suplex. He goes for the cover:
1…. 2…. Comfortable kick out by Rattlesnake
McNally: It’ll take a lot more than that to keep Rattlesnake down
Edison: Damn straight! That guy wants the title more than anything!
Rattlesnake climbs to his feet, less than pleased at Wyvern’s actions. Wyvern aims a punch, but RS blocks it and throws a couple, before whipping Wyvern at the ropes. RS attempts a clothesline, but Wyvern ducks it. RS turns around, ducking the aimed right hook by Wyvern and planting him with a ring-shaking Full Nelson slam. There’s a brief cheer, but RS’s reaction shows that he’s not here to win any friends. The fans recognise this and suddenly begin to jeer him. RS takes it on the chin, lifting Wyvern up. He attempts a Pumphandle Slam, but as he lifts Wyvern up, Wyvern hooks the neck and drills RS to the ground with a DDT.
McNally: Textbook reversal there by the World champion!
RS gets to his feet and Wyvern hooks the leg with his own, but an elbow to the head avoids RS falling victim to the Russian Leg Sweep. Wyvern is knocked forward by the elbow, and is a little groggy. RS uses this to his advantage, whipping Wyvern at the ropes and planting him with a forceful Powerslam pin:
1… 2… ..Kickout by Wyvern
Slight groan by RS, but he knew secretly that that wasn’t enough to keep the World champ down. RS gets to his feet and waits for Wyvern to sluggishly climb to his feet. RS wraps his hand around Wyvern’s neck, and there’s a cheer for the potential chokeslam. But Wyvern kicks RS in the groin, bouncing off the ropes fiercely and hitting RS with a Fameasser. He makes the cover:
1…… ……2 …… …….Kickout by RS
McNally: Well the tempo of the match has certainly increased! And you gotta say Wyvern looks the better of the two so far!
Edison: That’s true, Max! But Rattlesnake is one tough cookie! It’ll take more than that to keep him down…
Wyvern lifts RS up, and chucks him at the ropes. Wyvern bends over, but RS just kicks him in the head. Wyvern flies up into a vertical stance, and RS hooks the arms and lifts Wyvern into a Vertical Suplex. He pauses when Wyvern is in midair, and gives the camera a grand smirk before completing the move with a powerful and loud slam. RS turns over and lifts Wyvern into a seated position. He hits off the ropes and hits an inventive neckbreaker which even causes the referee to wince a little. RS grabs the trunks and makes the cover:
1…… …….. 2…….. ……….Kickout by Wyvern
RS looks a lot angrier now, even though the match is still in its youth. He lifts Wyvern up and throws him at the ropes. Wyvern has still not recovered from the past two moves and runs straight into RS’s outstretched arm, sinking like the Titanic. RS lifts him up again and begins smacking him in the face with several blows.
Smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack!
Wyvern falls into the turnbuckle and RS tries to hit him again, but Wyvern ducks it and throws RS hard into it, stomping him to the point that RS is in a seated position.
McNally: Looks like Wyvern’s snapped! Is this the end already for RS?
Wyvern grabs hold of Rattlesnake’s legs, and jerks him forward. RS lands harshly on the mat, and Wyvern sees his advantage. He grabs Rattlesnake’s legs, and locks in the Deus Ex Machina, much to the jeering of the crowd.
McNally: DEUS EX MACHINA!
Edison: NO WAY! WYVERN’S RETAINED THE TITLE!
It’s locked in firmly and already the groaning from Rattlesnake is audible. He’s about 3 feet from the ropes but as Wyvern raises the sharpshooter, it looks less likely that the former International champ is going to reach them. Rattlesnake makes a grab for them, but he’s still too far away and is well short of the mark. Wyvern tries to push himself to the centre of the ropes, but RS fights back, pushing his hands so his entire bodyweight is resting on them. He makes a huge push to the ropes, and as a result, Wyvern loses his balance and the hold is broken.
McNally: Well, Rattlesnake is a very lucky person!
Edison: I was so sure he was going to tap out after that!
Rattlesnake slowly drags himself up using the ropes as assistance, but falls victim to a spinning heel kick that knocks him out of the ring. As the referee begins the count, Wyvern taunts him, dusting off his shoulders, mockingly suggesting that he’s not even begun yet. RS is biding his time, trying to recover as quickly as possible as he hears the referee reach 6. RS slips back into the ring where he is greeted by a couple of viscous stomps by Wyvern. It’s only due to the referee’s involvement that RS is allowed time to actually get to his feet. He retreats to one corner whilst Wyvern goes to another, and they glare at each other as they run forward and lock up again.
Wyvern is more agile, and leapfrogs straight over RS’s head. He hits the ropes but RS responds with an arm drag. Wyvern turns to look at RS, who smirks, knowing that he basically stole the arm drag off Wyvern. Incensed, Wyvern rushes forwards carelessly, and RS trips him up with a drop toe hold. RS attempts his own messy version of the sharpshooter but Wyvern quickly scrambles to the ropes.
McNally: Rattlesnake almost locked the Deus Ex Machina in there!
Edison: That would have been………………………VERY EXCITING!
McNally: ¬_¬
RS picks Wyvern up and lifts him into a Gorilla Slam, hitting Snake Eyes on the turnbuckle. Wyvern bounces off them and into a standing position, albeit extremely dazed. RS then hits a German Suplex, and rolls it into a second one, hitting the Poisonous Venom. Or at least he thinks he did, when in actual fact Wyvern managed to land on his feet after the second German Suplex, and he promptly plants a Bulldog on RS. Because he’s basically knackered from before, Wyvern takes a rest in the turnbuckle, which allows RS to slowly climb to his feet, clutching his face. Wyvern goes over, booting RS in the mid-section and hitting him with a Fireman’s Carry. He makes the cover:
1…… 2…… Kickout by Rattlesnake
McNally: Another close fall. Looks like Wyvern has secured another defence if he keeps this up.
Edison: I hope he doesn’t…
Wyvern lifts RS up, and attempts an Irish Whip. Rattlesnake reverses it into one of his own, but keeps hold of Wyvern’s hand, whipping him back and lifting Wyvern onto his shoulders. A huge cheer goes up as RS turns an F5 into a Diamond Cutter.
McNally: Snakebite! Snakebite! We have a new champion here!
Edison: Oh my Lord! Pin him Snake!
Snake hurts his right arm a little from the move, but manages to crawl over and makes the cover, and the ref slides over:
1……….. …………. 2……… ………….. …Kickout by Wyvern!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:28:33 GMT -5
McNally: Wyvern manages to kick out!
Edison: Damnit, come on Rattlesnake!
McNally: You’ve gotta admire Wyvern’s endurance though in this match
Edison: Not if I don’t want to.
There’s a groan around the arena, and RS falls onto his back, overwhelmed by the expectation of getting the 3-count, and the shock of not actually getting it. He slowly climbs to his feet, with Wyvern following. Though Wyvern is a lot more sluggish, and this gives RS the chance to capitalize. He waits for Wyvern to get up, and then plants him with a number of hooks, left and right, which only cause more damage to the champion, but also hurt RS’s arm at the same time. RS tries to shrug it off, and picks Wyvern out of the corner. He whips Wyvern into the opposite corner, and Wyvern cracks his shoulder off it. RS charges toward him, but Wyvern elbows him in the face, following that up with a nifty DDT. Wyvern gets back up and attempts a Boston Crab, but before he can put much pressure into the move, Rattlesnake’s reflexes kick in and he scrambles to the ropes, grabbing them with both hands.
McNally: Well again there, Wyvern almost got Rattlesnake into a predicament that could have ended the match.
Edison: Rattlesnake will win this if there’s any justice! Senatorial Stable for life!
Wyvern has had a second wind, and he’s up for a fight. He went through both BK London and the Senator just a month previously, and so surely this was only have the challenge. If only he wished. Rattlesnake despite only being one man, wants that title more than anything, and it would most certainly take him everything in his body to get the win.
RS gets to his feet slowly, and out of nowhere strikes a sickening Yakuza Kick to the face of Wyvern. The kick isn’t clean, and therefore means that Wyvern gets off lightly, but still taken off his feet, falling to his back. RS gets back up and grabs Wyvern by the head, throwing him up. He throws a couple of punches, then throws Wyvern at the ropes. Wyvern falls victim to a big boot, but manages to quickly get to his feet, that adrenaline giving him the fuel he needs to progress. RS attempts another big boot, but Wyvern dives out the way, trying to grab RS’s leg and turn it into the sharpshooter. But RS boots Wyvern in the back, and Wyvern releases the hold. Both get to their feet and Wyvern tries to hit a suplex, only for RS to land on his back. In the perfect position, RS takes no chances, holding Wyvern’s neck and locking in the Constrictor!
McNally: It’s the Dragon Sleeper! The Constrictor, right in the middle of the ring!
Edison: Oh my god this could be it! Go Rattlesnake!
Rattlesnake keeps the hold firmly locked in, and the crowd begin to chant his name slightly. He applies pressure to the hold, and Wyvern gags a little, his airway becoming extremely limited. Wyvern flays his arms about, but the flaying becomes dozier over time, into it looks like he’s actually gone.
McNally: Well it looks like Rattlesnake has finally won the belt!
Edison: Here’s to hoping at least…go Rattlesnake!
RS applies more pressure, and the referee lurches in, grabbing Wyvern’s hand. It sinks back down.
Referee: ONE!
He lifts the arm again, and again it sinks.
Referee: TWO!
He lifts it up a third time, and once again it drops
Referee: THREE-WAIT!
Wyvern’s arm shoots up nanoseconds before the count is over, and there is a groan all around the arena, mostly by Edison.
Edison: That cheat! What scum!
McNally: Well Wyvern showed again his stamina! And Eddie could you be any more biased? I don’t like the guy either but he’s not gone against the rules once in this fight!
Rattlesnake still looks pissed, as he goes to complain to the referee. But his efforts are fallen on deaf ears and he gives up his plea. He turns around and goes to pick Wyvern up, he hands RS an unsporting finger to the eye. RS turns swiftly to see to his eye, a stray elbow flying straight into the referee who is knocked to the floor!
McNally: Referee down! Referee down! Now it’s all to play for!
RS turns back around, and Wyvern is up and flies at him with a flying forearm which knocks RS to the canvas. Wyvern begins stomping his former team-mate down, holding no mercy but plenty of grudges. He eventually stops after about 10 stomps, retreating to the outside of the ring.
McNally: Now what’s Wyvern doing he’s-oh Christ he isn’t, is he?!
Edison: He’s grabbed the belt Max! Damnit if he hits Rattlesnake the match is as good as over!
Wyvern stalks behind RS as he slowly gets to his feet, and waits for him to turn around, to let the Emperor get as close to the belt as he’s ever been, as it cracks in between his eyes, causing his head to split open.
McNally: That cheating swine!
Wyvern tosses the belt to one side, and makes the cover over Rattlesnake. The referee is in perfect sync with Wyvern’s actions, slowly crawling over to make the cover:
1… .. .. 2… .. .. Edison: Not this way! .. THR-Kickout by Rattlesnake!
There’s a brief cheer from the crowd, showing that their hatred for Wyvern stretches beyond their hatred for Rattlesnake. Wyvern is shocked, and understandably so. He resorted to cheating and was still unable to win the match, which clearly infuriates him. He leaps to his feet, pushing the referee into the corner and demanding him to change the count to three. The referee stays his ground though, pushing Wyvern away in the chest, and causing Wyvern to fall onto his back.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
McNally: I think that was a bad idea…
Wyvern’s face turns red with anger. He gets back up and marches towards the referee. But before he can get revenge, RS clocks him with a mighty lariat! Wyvern flings to the ground, and RS glares at the referee as he recovers from the belt shot, blood flowing slowly down his face. RS points at the world title, but the referee holds his hands up, claiming he didn’t see the attack. RS snarls at the ref before turning and lifting Wyvern to his feet. He knocks a couple of blows into the head, and then lifts him into a Gorilla Press Slam. He shows off his strength to the whole arena, but this gives Wyvern the chance to struggle away, and he lands on his feet behind RS. He attempts to hit the Russian Leg Sweep, but RS pushes Wyvern away, and attempts a suplex, but Wyvern struggles free. RS turns and Wyvern aims a heel kick which he ducks, and as Wyvern turns around, he wraps his hand around the neck and plants Wyvern with a huge Chokeslam!
McNally: Chokeslam! Chokeslam! Game over!
Edison: He’s finally won it!
RS struggles over and makes the cover:
1… .. .. 2… .. .. Kickout by Wyvern!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:28:55 GMT -5
RS falls onto his back, half in exhaustion and half in frustration. All he wants is the world title, but Wyvern’s stubborn resistance is preventing it. RS gets back to his feet and smirks. He looks at the crowd, and signals for the Snakebite. He lifts Wyvern up, lifting him onto his shoulders. But Wyvern manages to struggle away, and kicks RS in the gut before hitting a swift “Wings of the Fallen” (Double Underhook Piledriver)!
McNally: Damnit! Wyvern’s hit the Wings of the Fallen! Game over!
1… .. .. 2… .. .. KICKOUT BY RATTLESNAKE!
Edison: He kicked out! The Emperor is not done yet!
McNally: This crowd is actually cheering for Rattlesnake! I wouldn’t ever have thought I’d have heard that in my life!
Edison: It’s because he rules, Max
Wyvern has no time to argue. He just gets up and stomps Rattlesnake as much as he can in an attempt to wear him down more than ever.
McNally: Wyvern really venting out his anger!
Edison: I can’t keep up! That must have been about 20 stomps in quick succession!
Wyvern finally stops, and takes a breath before picking RS back up to his feet. He whips RS at the ropes, and attempts a lariat. Rattlesnake ducks it, and waits for Wyvern to turn around before lifting him onto his shoulders. I’ll hand it over to Eddie to walk through the inevitable:
Edison: SNAKEBITE! SNAKEBITE! DANGEROOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
McNally: Snake has hit it! Snake has hit the Snakebite! Surely it’s over now!
Snake hooks the leg!
1… .. .. 2… .. .. KICKOUT BY WYVERN
Edison: Noo!
McNally: For the second time, Wyvern’s kicked out of the Snakebite!
The entire crowd sigh is anguish as Wyvern gets his shoulder up, wondering if it’s ever going to happen for Rattlesnake. RS looks over at the ref and merely sighs. He gets back to his feet, and picks Wyvern up.
McNally: These two have fought over 40 minutes now! And at the minute it’s tighter than a cat’s arsehole!
Edison: Unnecessary!
RS clubs Wyvern a little, and whips him at the ropes. RS takes him down with a lariat, but Wyvern is straight back up. RS hits a second, Wyvern falls again but again is quick to his feet. RS tries a third but Wyvern ducks it, booting RS in the midsection and hitting a knee strike, followed by a high heel kick. RS falls, but rolls backwards and avoids the attempted stomp by Wyvern. RS gets to his feet, charging at Wyvern and taking him down with a football tackle of sorts. RS unleashes those left hooks, his right arm still badly affected from before, and therefore he’s unable to get proper hits at Wyvern. Wyvern tosses RS away, and gets up. RS gets to his feet, and Wyvern hits him with an Arm Drag. He follows that up with a second Arm Drag, and then a third, and a fourth.
McNally: Wyvern getting some good motion going here!
Edison: Here’s to hoping Rattlesnake can escape though!
Wyvern hits a fifth one, and attempts a sixth, but Edison’s wishes come true and RS flips Wyvern over into a Monkey Flip. Wyvern gets up and is a little dazed, turning around to see RS preparing his Jab Combo. He jabs Wyvern with a right, but has to pause to deal with his sore hand. He hits a second and third one, but by then he’s almost in agony. He goes for the fourth but Wyvern ducks it, lifting RS onto his shoulders.
McNally: Wyvern’s going for the Snakebite! That’s surely trespassing over personal bounds!
But RS manages to slide down head first, roll into a standing position and he turns, grabbing Wyvern’s legs and flipping him onto his back. RS then locks in the Sharpshooter, much to the delight of the fans.
Edison: He’s got it!!!! Snake’s managed to lock in the Sharpshooter!!!!!!!!
McNally: It’s over surely! Come on Snake!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:29:16 GMT -5
RS applies the high angle on the Sharpshooter, and Wyvern clenches his fist, his eyes tightening more than McNally’s cat and sweat and tears dripping from his face. RS also clenches his face, but the blood now dripping a lot more profusely as the blood gets pumping round his body. The fans even begin to cheer his name as he lets out a roar of anger. Wyvern also screams in sheer pain and anguish, but is so far away from the ropes.
McNally: I don’t think Wyvern is going to make it! We surely have a new champion!
Edison: Come on Snake! Make that bastard tap!
Rattlesnake feels the pressure of doing the move, and Wyvern is able to slowly drag himself to the ropes. But RS gets a second wind and drags Wyvern more into the centre, with the fans cheering him. Wyvern, having never felt pain like this, is tempted to tap, but his willpower lets him force his way slowly back to the ropes. He lifts his body up with his hands, making it easier to crawl over. Inch by inch, he gets closer to the ropes.
McNally: I think he might make it!
Wyvern throws an arm at the ropes, his fingertips missing by millimetres. He moves closer, and throws his arms, missing again. With what surely must be his final effort, he throws his arms at the ropes….
…grabbing them with his hand.
McNally: And he’s got the ropes! Wyvern is still in this match!
Edison: Damnit! If there was ever a moment he was to lose the belt, it was there!
RS keeps hold for as long as possible, Wyvern wailing in pain, but eventually is forced to let go of the hold. RS slumps to his knees, knowing that it was then that he had to win the title. Unfortunately, Wyvern is still in the match, but in his condition, it seems like only a matter of time before either man are done for.
McNally: We only have ten minutes left in this match, ladies and gentlemen!
RS gets up and picks Wyvern up. He lifts him back into a Gorilla Press, this time sending Wyvern straight to the ground. Wyvern hits the ground harshly, but RS doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he picks Wyvern back up and attempts to go for the Snakebite again, but Wyvern escapes before RS gets him on his shoulders. Wyvern kicks RS in the back of the knees, causing him to fall. Wyvern then looks over, grabbing the World title, and smirking as he aims at Rattlesnake.
McNally: Now this is just despicable! They’ve fought so hard and no way can Wyvern just end it like this! Surely at this point in the match a disqualification must mean a change of the title!
Wyvern aims for Rattlesnake, holding the belt above his head. But as he throws it down, the referee snatches it from him, causing a pop from the crowd. Angry, Wyvern snatches the belt back, but the referee snatches it back again. Wyvern lets him take the belt, and Rattlesnake gets to his feet, dazed and a tad confused. The referee hands the belt to the outside and Rattlesnake takes a breath as the referee’s back is turned. In such a vulnerable position, Wyvern slips behind Rattlesnake, rolling him up and placing his feet on the ropes, oblivious to the ref who turns and makes the count:
1… .. .. .. 2… .. .. McNally: Hold on ref, he’s cheating! .. .. …3!
*DING DING*
Phillip: Ugh…here is your winner, and STILL World Heavyweight Champion…Wyvern!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:30:46 GMT -5
McNally: Damn him! Damn Wyvern to hell!
Edison: That’s an absolute outrage! These men fought for 50 minutes to end like this?! These fans deserve their money back!
Wyvern slips out the ring as quickly as he can, with the fans louder than they’ve ever been, booing and jeering him as much as their lungs can take. “That Night” plays again, but it’s almost unheard as Wyvern slips around the ring, falling back onto the ring as Rattlesnake glares at him from the ring. Wyvern holds the belt up high with his hand, before bringing it back down to kiss. He gets to his feet and walks backwards up the ramp, knowing that he blatantly cheated his way to a victory.
He’s not the only one who knows he cheated. The scars have been carved and are visible on Rattlesnake’s forehead. He was so close on so many occasions in this match, and he slumps to all fours, smashing the met with his fists in anger and frustration that he was unable to win the title this time round. Wyvern pauses at the top of the ramp and mocking bows for the crowd, which just delivers extreme heat to the World champion. As the music fades, Rattlesnake looks up, and although having never quite seen eye to eye with these fans, appreciate their support and they clap him out the ring.
McNally: That man deserves the World championship. That man in that right is our rightful champion. No question about it.
Edison: That damn Wyvern! No way did he deserve to win this match! Rattlesnake had the belt won!
McNally: Well that’s all we have time for tonight. This was Seven Deadly Sins and I hope you fans at home enjoyed it as much as we did here! This is Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison saying goodnight, and stayed tuned into Meltdown and Warfare to witness the fallout of this event. Until next time, good night!
There’s applause as the ACW logo appears on the titantron, the crowd knowing that they’ve witnessed not just a breath-taking topsy-turvy main event, but an enthralling show. Rattlesnake continues staring Wyvern out, as Wyvern makes it known that he is still the World Champion, and intends to remain so for a long time to come...
But they do say that the darkest hour is just before the dawn. And a new dawn may indeed be not so very far away.
The sun is just below the horizon, and when it rises, it will bring the mother of all Heatwaves…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by hunter on Jul 28, 2007 15:31:18 GMT -5
Ah well, congrats to Sennie, at the least. And the rest of you for a damn fine show!
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