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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:47:53 GMT -5
"Hail to the Chief hits the speakers as the fans explode into a plethora of cheers. After all is said and done, Senator Steve Phillips stands is still the International Championship. Rattlesnake and Hunter look on in disbelief, both feeling that they had it all locked in. But tonight just wasn't their night. Rattlesnake slides from outside of the ring and grabs both the International Championship and a mic. He slides back into the ring and places the title belt in Senator's hands.
Rattlesnake: Tonight you were the better man. Better than both Hunter and myself. I really thought I had a shot to be the champion, but it just wasn't meant to be. I had a little something made for you in the event either of you won tonight. It's right over there.
Rattlesnake points past Hunter and Senator as a banner pops out. It says "Congratulations...and behind you." Hunter and Senator both turn around and get taken down by a double clothesline from Rattlesnake. The crowd boos, but Rattlesnake smirks. He looks down and grabs the International Championship.
Rattlesnake: I once held this title. I defended it successfully a year ago against Santiago Rivera. Pitiful fool. But there are no fools more pitiful than the two of you right now. You two didn't even see it coming. All the fights, arguments, disarray. You couldn't see past all of that at the big picture. You couldn't see that the Senatorial Stable was crumbling at the very foundation. Maybe it was ignorance, maybe it was a lack of being able to see past your own damned egos, but whatever it was, you couldn't see what was going to happen.
Hunter stirs and looks up at Snake. His anger begins to rise.
Rattlesnake: Surprised Hunter? Are you surprised at this? Can you really believe what you've seen? I think you can. You've seen it before. It happened with Wyvern when he spat on the Senatorial Stable. I'm doing the same thing. You're no leader Hunter. You're not even a wannabe leader. And the reason why I say that is because of one simple thing. The last two people you recruited into the stable have stabbed you in the back. First Wyvern...and now me.
As he starts to get to his feet, Rattlesnake takes the International Championship and hits Hunter on the head as he turns toward him, dropping him down to the canvas like a sack of bricks. Rattlesnake drops the title belt onto Senator.
Rattlesnake: Take your piece of trash. I've had it. I don't care for it.
Rattlesnake starts to leave, but he stops and looks back at both Hunter and Senator starting to stand up.
Rattlesnake: Haven't had enough? I can always give you two a little more.
Before Rattlesnake can move, he hears Senator utter one word: "Why?"
Rattlesnake: Why? WHY?! You want to know why I did this? I'll tell you why. A lack of support. A lack of intelligence. But moreover, the Senatorial Stable has been holding me back. I've been held back. I've come close to winning the World Championship twice this year. But no one seemed to care. No one seemed to even support me. I was at your side Senator in your title match. But where were you when I faced Wyvern? You were in the back, watching. You weren't helping a damn thing. And as for Hunter, since my relationship with Sarin began, he's shown nothing but resentment towards both her and me. And you know what? It took every ounce of strength not to beat the hell out of you. But the main reason is that you all were holding me back. I found myself watching my step, not trying to cross anyone. And it seems that no matter where I went, one of you was standing there, blocking my way. But now...I don't have to worry about a goddamn thing. Because now, I'll just plow my way through without worrying who I get involved with. My goal is and always has been the World Championship and I'll get it with or without you. And from this point forward, it'll be without you.
Hunter and Phillips just stand in disbelief. They don't know what to say.
Rattlesnake: You may think that I failed the stable, but that's not the case. I didn't fail. You two failed. And in the past four months you've lost two people that actually mattered to the stable. Congratulations. May the stable continue to crash and burn until there is nothing left.
Rattlesnake leaves the ring and walks back up the ramp by himself. Hunter and Senator look at each other and then back at Rattlesnake. They know that they had just lost a crucial component to the stable and that they now have a big gap to fill.
Fade Out.
OOC: Credit, of course, to Snake for his post match contributions.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:48:13 GMT -5
Segment: A Postcard from the Edge (Credit: AK)
In the backstage, a hundred things are going on at once… but nothing can currently disturb the focus of Alicia Laureano.
She is standing in her locker room, now resplendent in her full wrestling attire. In a few moments, she will walk out for a match which is certain to be incredibly testing in more than just a physical sense.
Her reflection stares back at her in the mirror; her training has paid dividends, for she looks toned and extremely fit. Slowly, she moves closer, and touches the glass.
She has gradually come to see that mirrors have, and have long had, special significance for her. Through a mirror we can know ourselves; if we can find the courage to see everything which is there, good or bad, we can obtain control. And as Alicia told Kevin earlier, in this match control is everything.
Alicia continues to look in the mirror, and what she sees both lifts and terrifies her. This is where she finds out if her recent soul-searching has been more than just superficial; she has to put her self-knowledge to the test. And more than that, she has to confront Starkweather with what she has concluded about him.
A man more in pain she has seldom known. She feels sorrow for the event which triggered the doctor’s descent, but she also recognizes in him the same flaw as she found in herself – the falsifying of one type of suffering to avoid another which he judges to be worse. His railing at a cruel, uncaring and unfair world is a shifting of responsibility, a denial of the truth that he was, and still is, more than capable of facing up to the agony of his loss. But to do that, he would have to find the courage to plumb the depths of that agony; it is a courage which most of his previous patients had even to enter therapy in the first place. That he is lacking the strength to submit himself to the trust and care of a fellow human, even to one of his profession, makes Alicia both sad and angry.
As she stares at herself, Alicia knows what she must do. She will hold the mirror of truth up to Starkweather through her actions, she will do all she can to outlast the fury of his rage, and reflect it back upon him as much as is necessary for him to realize that, for all his scheming, Stark is no more in control of the world than he was when his previous life fell apart. He will not control her, because he will no longer control and manipulate her fears.
With this resolution firm in her mind, Alicia quietly leaves the room, and heads toward the ring.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:49:21 GMT -5
Segment: (OTA) Free at Last: Part 3 (Credit: Freeman)
Freeman sat in his locker room, with the lights dimmed, thinking to himself. Now that there was nobody sharing it with him, he was able to just relax, and do what he wanted. He was thinking…thinking about things that Thunderkiss had said. He had asked for him to join Entourage...well, demanded...but of course Freeman wasn’t going to do that…was he?
Either way, he had to think. Thunderkiss was right, right? About everything he said to Freeman about the Senatorial Stable. The Entourage stuck together. Of course, Freeman was finally on his own, and he wasn’t in the mood to lose that…but he couldn’t help thinking, what if? He had no problem working with a group. That wasn’t the problem. With the Senatorial Stable, the problem had been that he hadn’t been respected or acknowledged, but what if he was? Would it be so bad to be part of a group that WOULD respect him? That would consider him a valuable member? Sure, he wouldn’t be on his own any more, but it was a hard offer to refuse.
“The Entourage NEVER abandons their own.” Had been what Thunderkiss had said. He was right. Finally, Freeman would be in a group that he could thrive in…but…wait, it’s THUNDERKISS. Why would he join him? He couldn’t stand him, and he hadn’t been able to stand him since day one. And of course, Jay Zero, who he also had problems with. He had never really encountered XS3 much, but he didn’t think they’d get along too well. And he hadn't had a good encounter with Dan, either. How could he be part of a group with people he couldn’t stand?
Then again, maybe once he was with them for a while…he disliked Thunderkiss, but he had helped him realize what he had to do. He had guided him on the right path, and Freeman couldn’t help but be grateful. In taking the title from him, Thunderkiss showed how the stable gave no regard to Freeman, and in his words afterwards, he had helped Freeman realize it. After that point, all Freeman had to do was watch for it, and the disrespect was everywhere. Thunderkiss had helped him do what he had to do. He had helped to give him the freedom that he wanted…
Then again, if he did join Thunderkiss, he could be just handing that freedom away. There were two ways this could go. One, would be that it would go great. Freeman would be respected, and Entourage would rise to victory. Freeman would be able to finally be a frontrunner in a stable, and really be in a group. A group that stuck together. A group that cared about it’s members. The other option, was that he wouldn’t be accepted by Entourage, and he’d be worse off than before…
Oh, who was he kidding? He had never gotten to experience being in a real group before…as a valuable member. He thought it would be great to have people that actually DO watch your back…but yet, he couldn’t bring himself to say he wanted to join. What did Thunderkiss say? “You have one month from the time I hang up this phone.” What day was that? Wait…that was the same day as Seven Deadly Sins…so…that was basically a month ago! This was his last chance. He had to make a decision.
Freeman pulled his cell phone out while thinking, turning it in his hand absent-mindedly as he continued to think the matter over in his head. He opened up the cell, and looked at it. His hand went to the buttons…but then he closed the cell phone. No, no, don’t do it. Freeman thought to himself however, that he didn’t have a match tonight. All of Entourage got matches. XS3, Zero, TK, Dan...If Freeman joined, he’d probably be booked as well. And sure, he was in the Emperor of the Ring Tournament, but after that?
Freeman clenched his fists. The beatdown. After his title match. They had all assaulted him, and now he is seriously considering joining forces with them? But then he shook his head. That beatdown was the final straw. That was practically an enlightenment. He thought of when he spit in Senator’s face. If the International Title match with Thunderkiss, hadn’t gone the way it did, that might not have happened. Freeman sighed, and opened up the phone. He dialed a number, and then put the phone up to his ear...
Freeman:I’d like to take you up on your offer.
And just with that, Freeman closes the phone. He hangs up. He was going to regret this…he just knew it.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:50:18 GMT -5
Match 10: Hell in a Cell Match Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs. Dr. Alexander Starkweather (Credit: Senator)
The fans have already been put through the metaphorical wringer tonight, but with the last two matches the tension is being cranked up to the max. The sound in the area is slightly reduced as the Cell casts its broad shadow, beginning its descent.
Maxwell McNally: This next match might very well be one of the most significant in the history of Alpha Championship Wrestling...and no, I am not echoing Tony Schiavone. The "cold war" has slowly been heating up between Alexander Starkweather and Alicia Kitsune for months now, ever since Starkweather's brutal attack on the Laureano family home, and their inconclusive match at Seven Deadly Sins, each individual has wanted to get their hands on each other.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh yeah, you know it, AK wants to treat Stark about the same way Stark treated Richard Parker...you know, at least she makes sense, if I were her, I'd wanna kill Stark by this point, but I just can't understand the mad doc...
McNally: I don't think any of us will quite understand him...
Edison: I don't think I even want to!
McNally: Well, as we watch, the enormous cage structure is slowly lowering down onto the ring and the ringside structure. On the outside here, security is pushing the guardrails back marginally, to clear out some extra space. You might notice, too, that there are doors on all four sides of our cage, we view the structure as a means to further brutality, rather than a means of containing it. In this match, the entire cage and ringside area is the arena, in our rules for this sort of a match, falls can take place anywhere inside the cage, or on top of it, and the referee, Keiji Makabe, in this case, is told that he may only stop the match in a truly severe scenario...not including serious injury, and even then, he needs the confirmation from our Chairman to do so. I do not welcome such brutality, but I am paid to cover it, and so, here I am.
Edison: Even I feel a lil' queasy thinking of what these two might do with that cage! And I generally love seeing idiot wrestlers hurting each other!
McNally: You're a reprehensible individual, though, Eddie.
Edison: Hey, I don't deny it! At least I ain't no Starkweather, though!
McNally: You might have a point...and here we go, the cage is down, and Phillip stands ready to make his announcements...
Phillip Jones: Annoucning first, she is a former ACW World Heavyweight Champion, a former ACW Tag Team Champion, and one of the original members of Alpha Championship Wrestling, weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds, and hailing from London, England, Alicia Laureano!
"I'm a Bomb" plays, and Alicia Kitsune makes her entrance into the building, a tenative look on her face as she examines the massive cage in front of her, but she still strides with a purpose to the ring, stepping through the door, and quickly stretching her legs out, as the lights begin to dim. Now is not the time to be getting cold feet, and she well knows it. She removes her extraneous clothing, and it is passed to the outside of the structure.
Phillip: Announcing next, he is a former ACW International Champion, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, hailing from Los Angelus, California, he is the Face of Death, the Most Feared Man in ACW, Alexander Starkweather!
"Descending" plays, as Starkweather makes his entrance, wearing a new, startling mask, and all black attire; even the hardened ACW hardcore fanbase is visibly taken aback.
Edison: Woah, Stark looks like Death itself with that skull mask covering his entire head!
McNally: I agree, he could hardly have picked a more intimidating approach to this match, and a more straightforward message to send to his opponent, even before things begin.
Starkweather slowly walks to the ring, his pace not demonstrating his eagerness to finally begin the start of what promises to be a monumental clash, as he enters the structure, finally getting into the ring, with referee Keiji Makabe warily eying the fighter...
**Bell Rings**
Both AK and Stark leave their respective corners, Stark adjusts his mask, the dark eye spots seemingly staring a void into his opponent. AK stretches her legs one last time, before running forward, right into a back switch. Stark pries one arm off from his waist, going behind, into a hammerlock of his own. Kitsune throws a quick back elbow, momentarily stunning Stark, pulling her arm free, before reaching up, snapmaring her opponent over her shoulder. Alexander Starkweather manages to land on his feet, running forward, rebounding off the ropes, AK leapfrogging him on the return, and dropping down and under when he comes back from the opposite ropes. Starkweather keeps running, and while his opponent ducks down for a back body drop, this is anticipated with a flying sunset flip. AK rolls through the pin attempt, standing up right in front of a seated Starkweather. The former ACW World Heavyweight Champion throws a low roundhouse kick, which is ducked, and Starkweather takes advantage of the position by taking AK down into a horizontal cradle...
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...Stark simply lets go of the pin, allowing Alicia Kitsune to get back to her feet, assuming a fighting position; anger flares, but she keeps it under wraps, storing the energy for when it can most effectively be deployed. It is the actions she hates, the cruel mask, not the man beneath it, and she has to remember that at all costs.
McNally: The action so far has not demonstrated the true vile hatred that these two indivduals have for each other, I personally believe that this goes to show that even in this sort of a situation, even in a match so ripe with potential for violence as this one, you still cannot take the basic wrestling instincts out of either person.
Alicia slowly moves forward, and without warning, unleashes an R-15 jump spinning crescent kick, aimed right at landing flush on the side of Starkweather's skull mask, and barely missing, as Stark steps back. AK has realized at this point that the key to breaking down Stark is to think ahead, and upon her landing, she quickly reaches out, grabbing her opponent's arm, and spins him around with a hammer throw into the near corner. The devious doctor bounces hard out of the turnbuckles, stumbling back, right as AK runs in, grabbing him by the head, and with a big jump, bulldogs him into the top turnbuckle, landing on the apron. Alicia climbs up to the top rope, leaping off with a missile dropkick, sending her opponent flying backwards on impact. Before he can get fully back to his feet, AK rushes in, rolling forward with a Liger Kick, glancing off Stark’s head, standing back up out of the momentum, and this time, knocking him all the way down with a low angle snap dropkick to the back of the skull. Starkweather's head bounces, almost like a bobblehead doll as he collapses to the side, with AK hovering over.
McNally: Even the simplest of manouvers take on a more violent approach in this situation, a regular dropkick, that in any other match, would be a simple transitory move, is an attempted death strike here.
Edison: Not only that, but being trapped in the steel, I'm sure both of the wrestlers feel that this is even more of a do or die position!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:50:41 GMT -5
Alicia picks Stark back up off the mat and tries to mix things up stylistically with a brainbuster, but Starkweather is able to block the attempt, into a vertical suplex lift of his own, walking forward, dropping his opponent's feet upon the top rope, slowly maneuvering himself under AK's jaw, and kneeling down with a wicked impact. Alexander Starkweather follows up, turning AK over, face up, putting her feet on the bottom rope, before swaying his arms back and forth...using the momentum to swing straight down into a vertical discus lariat straight to the throat.
Edison: Lariatooo!
Without getting up, Stark now takes full control of matters, pulling AK away from the ropes, into a rear chinlock. A veteran of the ring like Alicia Kitsune generally has no problem with either escaping or enduring such a hold, and tries to do so with an upward seated kick aimed at her opponent's head, but Starkweather has fully managed to scout her out, and quickly catches the leg, standing up into a heel hold. Stark turns Alicia over, quickly diving down to the mat, stepping over the leg, and locking in a better version of the facelock, with an STF. Referee Keiji Makabe checks in on the submission, and as he does, AK takes an uncharacteristic move, grabbing the ACW official by the arm, and pulling him into her opponent, the awkward collision breaking the hold. Stark shoves Makabe off, while Alicia rolls to the side, and as her opponent approaches, AK takes him down to the mat with a drop toe hold, rolling over into a side headlock. Starkweather pulls his legs up, bracing himself, as he prepares to explode up into a backdrop driver as a counter...but Kitsune manages to flip back out of the move, landing on her feet, and hitting Stark with a big enzuigiri as he turns around. The back brain kick does not take the vicious technician off his feet, but does stun him in place, all the better for AK to hook both arms into a double arm lock, repeatedly kneeing her opponent in the face, before she attempts to connect with the Falling Star double arm facebuster...but this time, it's Stark's turn to pull off a surprising counter, as he unhooks one arm, and uses the hooked one to pull AK up into position for a single arm DDT! Starkweather keeps the arm locked in, as he leans forward, torquing the elbow and the shoulder with his own variation on the Fujiwara Armbar. McNally: A most intimidating move right here from Starkweather. He rarely finishes matches with it, but when he does, for example, like his last victory over Steve Phillips, he's been known to absolutely destroy people with that armbar.
Alicia Kitsune grits her teeth, as she tries to roll to the outside, throwing Stark out of the move, but her opponent merely follows, transitioning flawlessly into a cross armbreaker. AK now tries to pull her hands together, and thus, relieving the pressure on her left shoulder, and is just about successful, until Stark now floats over, preventing her from clenching her wrist, and now placing her in a prone Kimura Keylock, keeping the right arm out of the way with a legscissors.
Edison: Oh man, I don't think there's any escape from Alexander Starkweather! He knows a counter for every counter!
AK now realizes, that while competent of a mat wrestler as she is, Starkweather is that much more refined of a technician. As such, instead of going for another risky counter hold, she throws a series of knees and headbutts into her opponent's rib cage from opposite directions, pounding on Starkweather's midsection with a fierce brutality and making the submission hold extremely costly to her opponent, the rapid assault managing to gain the escape as Stark finally lets go. Both fighters carefully get back up to their feet, warily eyeing the results of their attacks, Alicia shaking out her sore arm, while Stark breathes in with a little more difficulty, having caught an errant knee in the solar plexus as he gave up his joint lock. The intensity of feeling between the two is still the one unmistakable constant, however, as the two close in again, this time, Alicia wastes no time or effort, simply slapping the taste out of her opponent's skull-mask covered mouth. Stark steps back for a moment, before retaliating with a roundhouse kick to the head, knocking AK back against the ropes. Starkweather charges in at the ACW founding member, but is unable to connect with a move, as AK leaps up with a headscissors grab, and holding onto the ropes, throws her opponent over to the outside with a loud thud.
Edison: And now it gets interesting! AK just snapped Stark to the outside with that headscissors takeover!
Kitsune, who had rolled back into the ring on completion of her headscissors throw, runs off the opposite ropes as Stark gets back up on the outside, bouncing off, and as she approaches, AK takes a big risk, leaping up onto the top rope, going for a spaceman moonsault plancha, flying off at Starkweather on the outside...who neatly sidesteps the attack, sending Alicia crashing into the cage, hitting the unforgiving structure in a very uncomfortable, upside down position, and falling off onto her back.
McNally: Mrs. Laureano knew exactly what she was doing there, it just so happens that her risk failed, in a spectacular fashion.
Stark drops down, raining down a series of elbows to the back of AK's head, ensuring a minimum of resistance as he drags her over to the steel steps, pulling them up, and putting them on top of his opponent's arm.
McNally: Oh no! AK had better recover, quickly, or she just might not be able to defend herself for the rest of this match.
Starkweather rolls into the ring, walking over to the far corner from the ringsteps, stepping out to the apron, and running along the narrow surface, at the end, jumping off, pulling his knees up, almost to his chin, before shooting them straight down into a horrific double stomp into the steps.
Edison: Awww, Daaaaaaaaannnnngeroooussssssssss!
AK, known to be one of the toughest wrestlers in ACW history, screams out as the steps are driven into her already tender shoulder, while referee Keiji Makabe smoothly slides under the ropes, pulling the stairs off, and buying a little time for the clearly injured competitor. Stark, though, is not about to give any "time out" to his opponent, throwing Makabe into the cage, head first, and needlessly cracks an elbow into the referee's temple, dropping him for the count, as he turns the corner around the ring, to face Alicia Kitsune. AK's shoulder is visibly bruised from the stomp, but she does not crawl away, or in any way try to escape her opponent, instead, simply staring up with a look of simple resolution. Starkweather pauses for a moment, looking at the display of bravery...before attempting to wash the look off Kitsune's face with a bootscrape.
McNally: Despicable, simply despicable.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:51:06 GMT -5
Stark basks in the dubious glory of the loudly jeering crowd, as he places a foot on AK’s chest, pounding a quick three count on the apron as he does so. A few people in the audience throw cups at the ring, but they mainly bounce off of the steel, landing back in the crowd, while ACW security tries in vain to find the throwers, Stark lifts AK up to her feet, holding her by her injured left arm and her reddish hair, throwing Kitsune face first into the cage structure. Of course, Starkweather does not let go after one simple throw into the cage, and repeats the action, multiple times, slamming his opponent right into the fencing until he finally draws blood. At this point, Stark now drags AK over to the steel steps again...placing her on top of the steps this time, before walking up to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle, staring down, his skull head mask presenting even more of an ominous appearance.
Edison: Ok, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable now. This ain't cool. I don't want to see Alicia get splattered.
McNally: Neither do I...Keiji Makabe is still out, and Starkweather is simply stalking his limp opponent, just how far he takes this brutality, I don't want to know, but she'll never be the same again, the way this is going. It's not a legalized murder match, in stipulations, but it's turning out to be one, regardless. A worse moment for ACW, I can not remember, than watching the end of one of our most valuable founding member's career, and perhaps, functional life.
Stark simply stares down, almost in a trance, as he calculates the exact distance...and jumps off.
Edison: I'm not watching, I can't do it!
Alexander Starkweather almost seems to be in slow motion as he again brings his knees up at the apex of his jump from the corner post, and descends down, shooting his feet in the same direction, aiming directly at the base of his opponent's skull...and at that last possible moment, Alicia Laureano exerts the last bit of energy she can muster, just barely pulling herself off the steps, and out of the way, just in time for Stark to mis-time his landing, kicking into the stairs, which slide back, sending him flying straight into the cage in an ugly landing.
McNally: Thank God! I have seen many horrific things here, but thankfully, that did not end up nearly as bad as it could have.
Both fighters are well out of it after the momentous near miss, AK prone on the floor next to the steps, and Stark up against the side of the cage. A good sized scrape is now seen on Kitsune's forehead, and Stark seems to favor both legs as he leans up against the side.
McNally: The scale of sheer carnage, I predict, will only escalate from here, as much as I regret to say it.
Neither person looks too ready to continue on with the match, physically, but mentally, after AK shakes out her arm, confirming the feeling in it, and as Stark examines his knees, seeing no serious immediate damage, the two almost simultaneously get back into the ring. On the outside, still, Keiji Makabe begins to rouse himself, but still is not nearly able to get back to officiate, just yet. Atomic gets in the ring moments before Stark does, and as such, she stomps her opponent a few times, before laboriously placing him up on the turnbuckle, facing the outside.
Edison: This is going to be the carnage you were talking about!
AK climbs up, elbows her opponent in the back of the head, before starting to pull him over her shoulders, going for the Kitsune-Tsuki Driver, her avalanche Psycho Driver...but Starkweather is not about to be caught in such a move just yet, and slips out at the last moment, instead, initiating a diving armbreaker, and holding on for a wakigatame, Fujiwara armbar!
McNally: A brilliant counter once again by Starkweather, I can't imagine how much that has to torture her arm.
Stark maniacally cranks away on his submission, trying to wrench the shoulder joint apart, pulling it further and further. Kitsune is able to take advantage of her opponent’s over-zealous approach, and seemingly slips out, only for Starkweather to rapidly turn back, now locking in a heel hold.
McNally: Strange strategy by Alexander Starkweather, going after the leg now for about the first time…
Stark, however, had a greater purpose in mind, and shifts forward now, putting AK into a bodyscissors hold, and locking in a half nelson, nearly completing the Sensory Deprivation!
Edison: If he locks this in, there’s no escape, no way to get out!
Of course, AK realizes this just as much as Edison, and catches Stark’s arm just as he tries to complete the crossface portion of the Sensory Deprivation. Alicia is able to hold the completion of the submission off, at the cost of the half nelson being locked in further, with Stark modifying his finishing hold, and now clenching his wrist behind his opponent's head, and locking the arm in at a tight angle. Referee Keiji Makabe enters the ring at this point, and asks AK if she's going to give up. This simple, mandatory question elicits an unexpected response, as she shakes her head violently, rolling to the side, thrusting her knees up, and rolling back, managing to, with that simple trick, get up to her feet, Starkweather still fully locked in on the scissored armbar. AK runs, or rather staggers at speed up to the ropes, and takes a flying tumble over the top, sending both fighters falling to the outside and dislodging Stark from her. Alicia gets in a quick kick to the ribs, repeatedly stomping her opponent, to the point that he ends up under the ring. She then slumps back against the cage, knowing better than to follow Starkweather into such potentially dangerous territory. Soon enough, however, the apron begins to shake again, and Stark begins to crawl out, with something in his hand...
Edison: What’s that thing Starkweather got from under the ring? Aaaah!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:51:44 GMT -5
Eddie Edison has right reason to be afraid, as Starkweather has emerged out from under the ring, and has pulled out a very large, very shiny, very sharp looking sickle. AK sees the weapon, and as best as she can, the former ACW World Heavyweight Champ gets to the door, practically shouldering it open in an exhausted rush and bursting through on to the outside. Stark moves with a strange, exaggerated deliberateness towards the exit, the mask and sickle making him appear that much more like the very face of death. Kitsune manages to pull herself fully out of the Cell, and now, instead of trying in vain to run away, turns to the side, beginning the start of a very slow climb.
McNally: Mrs. Laureano knows that she must make a move away from Starkweather at this point, but she’s not running away from the ring. Even so, you have to wonder if she’s going to be able to take this route, with her injured shoulder.
Even with Maxwell McNally’s doubts, AK is able to use her right arm to begin the agonizing journey up the side of the Cell. Just as Starkweather gets to the door, Alicia is up the cage, far enough not to be caught with the sickle, which Stark drops, as he begins to pursue AK, with the same deliberate movement. AK's ascent can be measured more in millimeters than anything, as Stark keeps just enough distance to intimidate. Kitsune finally reaches the top of the Cell, a clear 15 feet above floor level, but has trouble pulling herself up over the edge for two reasons, the first being her weary, bruised shoulder, and the second being that Alexander Starkweather has a hold on her boot. Stark pulls back hard, sending AK slipping back off the Cell...but she manages to get a handhold on the way down, right next to her opponent.
McNally: This is an extremely frightening situation, as my colleague and I crane our necks up to see two individuals desperately hanging onto the steel structure, holding on for dear life...which they are trying to extinguish from each other.
Stark uses his inside arm to grasp AK's hair, yanking back, but not able to dislodge her from her spot. Kitsune holds on, effectively standing her ground with every bit of determination in her; “thus far and no farther,” her eyes declare, and Stark begins at last to grow frustrated, now lashing out with awkward kicks to the back. Although hardly able to keep herself supported, AK nevertheless strikes back, throwing repeated jabs out at Stark; every strike is returned, so that the more Starkweather rails, the more he pays the price. The crowd’s cries get louder and louder, and AK hears Echo’s advice silently, instinctively in her head; Stark’s blows to her body are not equal in effect to her blows to his head and face. With one last ditch massive effort, Alicia manages to stun her opponent momentarily, and Stark releases AK's hair, while his kicking leg drops down.
McNally: Someone is on the verge of taking an awful trip down, although I don't know who, just yet...
AK reaches over, slamming Stark's head into the Cell, and doing so until the cruel doctor's remaining grip on the cage is just about gone. Finally, one last time, AK throws the face of death into the steel, before now inching over closer, and grasping it in a cravate-like hold...
Edison: Oh man, get out, time for us to bail out, Mr. Maxwell!
McNally: Agreed...
Both announcers' microphones go off as they leave the table, seeing the scene playing out above them...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:52:14 GMT -5
And then, Alicia Laureano finally is in full control to achieve a measure of recourse for the horrific deeds, for the endless mindgames, and perhaps if nothing else, to prove a point...AK steps up just a tiny amount of space, flattening her foot against the cage...pushing off, and taking Alexander Starkweather with her, flying straight off of the cage with an impressive flip, pulling Stark off with her. The two drop off from the fifteen plus foot fall, and as they plunge closer to final impact, Alicia lets go of Stark's neck as she evens out into a prone position in midair, tumbling down into the front row of the audience, knocking a large amount of fans down in the process and effectively bombing row A in spectacular fashion. Starkweather, however, collides right into the announcer's table, and partly, into the guardrail, simply destroying the table, and denting the barrier as he slams into the two objects. McNally and Edison manage to find backup microphones, as ACW officials stand ready to take action.
McNally: What I just...saw...what we all just experienced...
Edison: I, I really can't believe it! Alicia Kitsune just hit a Sliced Bread #2 off the side of the Hell in a Cell, and sent Starkweather right through our table, and into the guardrail as well! Simply horrific!
McNally: I have been told that Chairman Gingerdude has placed everyone here under strict orders not to do anything, other than assist the fans who were involved in stopping Alicia's fall, and in procuring audio support for us. This match will continue to its final conclusion, although I don't really believe that either individual will be able to stand, let alone fight, not for a good amount of time.
The medics star to attend to the fans who were caught up in the crash, pulling them out of the way to the ring for AK, as well. The camera goes over to Starkweather, and displays a rather disturbing scene, as Stark's skull mask is torn open on the top, revealing blood matted black hair, and a pool of the red liquid under it, mixed with splinters and dust from the remains of the announcers' table.
Edison: That doesn't look very good, not at all.
McNally: At least it does appear that Starkweather is breathing, and I think I also noticed a few twitches of movement with his limbs as well. I do not hold the man in very high regard after some of what he has done, but I do not wish even the likes of him to perish in the middle of a match, if only for the sake of Mrs. Laureano.
Edison: She knew what she was doing, I dunno, I think she went well out of her way to do that, and I don't blame her one bit, really!
McNally: Perhaps not, but all too often, we bring up the same question: where is the line, what is the unacceptable boundary to cross, when can we stop justifying the acts that are committed in the name of "entertainment" around here?
As the camera shifts back to the fallen competitors, Alicia Kitsune is finally seen to show a sign of recovery, holding her side with both arms, but slowly, and surely getting up to her feet.
Edison: Now that's impressive. I'll admit, it, I wouldn't be able to stand for a week after taking a fall like that!
AK inches forward with a singleminded determination, shutting out all the pain, and focusing just on getting over the guardrail, which she eventually does, tumbling over to the ringside area. She then makes her way back up, and over to Stark, looking down at her handiwork. The job must be done, and so, she starts dragging Stark by a single foot, pulling him over to the nearside door that they both exited. Keiji Makabe gets back up, and ready to make the count, as Alicia continues to pull Stark over, leaving a trail of blood as she does so. As AK gets to the door, she makes one last, final tug, and collapses into a pin...
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Phillip Jones: Your winner, by pinfall, Alicia Kitsune!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:52:54 GMT -5
The roar of the crowd makes Alicia physically sway as she rolls off of Starkweather, and half-sits, half lies next to him. Just about the entire ACW medical staff is now at ringside, with Dr. Trace Gibson directing the various crews. He takes one look at Starkweather and immediately summons the gurney; Alicia looks at Stark, his broken mask allowing part of the face beneath to be seen, but he is too dazed to look back or make effective eye contact. As is always the case, revealing the man underneath the monster has extracted a high price indeed.
The medics load Stark up and proceed to wheel him out of the arena; Gibson kneels down next to Alicia, and the two can be seen exchanging a few words. Alicia looks over in the direction of the part of the audience she struck, and a look of relief comes across her face as she sees for herself that there are no major injuries in the crowd; the impact was spread wide enough to diffuse the energy relatively safely. Some of those being checked over are even showing their slight bumps and bruises off to the rest of the crowd as badges of honor; they’ll certainly never forget tonight.
That last, decisive plunge is being replayed on the alphatron as Alicia slowly gets up, using the side of the Cell to help her; it begins to lift clear as Gibson leaves toward the back, satisfied that things are finally under control at ringside. Now that the shock of the finish has eased, the crowd is shouting and cheering, and Alicia holds up her less-injured arm in recognition of them. She walks slowly back up the ramp, her shoulder enflamed from all the punishment it took, but it is a pain she can bear; the cost which she always knew would be levied for daring to face down the blackness within Starkweather, and within herself.
As she approaches the curtain, she slowly realizes that she feels no remorse, no guilt for what has transpired; not because she enjoys inflicting suffering, physical or otherwise, or because the fans are bestowing their approval in raucous fashion, but because she knows that she has done what was required, nothing more and nothing less. No toxic guilt, no overblown glory… just quiet satisfaction.
For the first time in a long, long span, she feels truly free.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:53:48 GMT -5
Segment: The gift of experience (Credit: Stark/AK)
All attention in the arena is rightly turning to the World Championship match, and anticipation within the crowd is reaching its peak; the fans’ attention has moved beyond the events which concluded just a few minutes previously.
For Alicia Laureano, however, the match which she has just endured will take far longer to fade from her mind; she walks down the corridor more slowly than normal, not obviously limping, but moving as if in quite a lot of pain. Her body will recover, given care and sufficient time, and she feels a certain sense of satisfaction from having had the strength to remain master of her emotions; but there remains a kind of silent sadness in the depths of her, something she can’t quite put her finger on.
As she reaches the door to her locker room, she pauses for a moment, and considers the man who has forced her to confront parts of herself she might have secretly preferred to keep buried before the whole sequence of events began. Quietly, Alicia acknowledges within herself gratitude for the way things have turned out; regardless of whether the lessons were intended to hurt or heal, she recognizes their essential value. She only hopes that others in turn have gained insight from what she has encountered, and will make their choices in their dealings with Starkweather from a position of greater awareness than had previously been possible.
Pushing the door open, she is finally content to let things rest; she entered the match armed with a mirror, and has emerged from it with a sword, but her intention was only ever to forge the weapon, not to wield it. The blade will wait for its heir, one with their own hard-won self knowledge to protect and guide them in the next round of this ever-changing conflict…
Tiredness dulls Alicia’s senses, so that at first she does not notice the note on her dressing table. The paper is plain, and so she has no inkling of its contents until she unfolds it.
Mrs. Laureano:
I've enjoyed myself more than I could allow you to know. It was refreshing to be taken seriously enough to do more than simply attempt to assault me for my various transgressions.
Don't let it be said that I am not without a sense of fair play. I was planning on keeping him if you didn't live up to my expectations, but you have and I return him to you relatively unharmed.
Alicia reads the note over again, and though the words make perfect sense, she cannot quite grasp their meaning. She puts the note down and leans on the table, and only when she is still does she hear the sound. It is very faint, a kind of scratching noise, and it seems to be coming from the locker itself in the corner.
Alicia is immediately on guard, her senses instinctively sweeping the room behind her. But her attention is drawn straight back to the locker, and as she gets closer she hears an entirely different sound, one which makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
She grabs the locker door and pulls it open, no longer afraid to face whatever Starkweather has left for her.
*Miaow!*
Green eyes meet brown ones, the latter of which start to glisten as Alicia undoes the catch on the pet carrier, allowing the wire door to open. Her fingers tremble just the tiniest bit as she reaches in and lifts out a lithe bundle of sable fur.
Richard Parker drapes his front paws over her shoulder and rests his head against hers; he is thinner than when Alicia last saw him, but shows no other signs of mistreatment. Alicia strokes the fur behind his neck for several seconds until the feline gets bored; he fidgets, and she carefully puts him down. Parker sniffs the air, and seemingly establishing that all is as he expects, he paces off toward the couch, completely owning the place in his customary fashion.
Alicia watches him for a few more seconds, and then silently moves to close the door on the scene, her aches and pains already beginning to recede from the flood of endorphins entering her system. It’s just what the doctor ordered.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:54:28 GMT -5
Segment: “Introducing ... the WORLDBREAKER!” Credit: T-Kiss & FSX [We are near the tail end of our PPV and the action is still going on outside. In fact, “Thunderstock” has continued to gather followers by the minute and the crowd outside rivals that on the inside. It is making for quite a scene - rioting, looting & parking problems. Just ask FSX on that last one. For the last 30 minutes, he’s been trying to get out of the nearby parking garage, but has only managed to make it a few feet.] *HONK, HONK* FSX: What the fuck is this?! If you god damned people don't move right NOW, I swear I'm going to just run you idiots down! [FSX’s shouts are completely drown out by the maniacal voice of Thunderkiss, who is now going on his 2nd hour of preaching to his followers. He sits atop of his throne, shouting to the masses .. making them his own!] Thunderkiss: Believe in Thunderkiss. Love him. Embrace my kindness! [Hearing the speech outside his car, FSX has just about had enough. He’s had a long night. He only wants to get the hell out of here and the only thing that is stopping him is one lunatic and his masses of new fans. Enraged, Fallen Souls rolls down his car window and screams ...] Fallen Souls: Shut the fucking hell up, you roided freak!! I've had enough of your damned little games, and your cult is getting on my fucking nerves!! Have them move right FUCKING now, or I swear to god I will kill your entire family!! [Even the loudest crowd could not contain Fallen Soul’s voice as it carries itself to the ears of Thunderkiss. Upset that someone DARE interrupt this moment for him, TK stops in mid-sentence and glares down upon FSX. He points to him as a smile comes across his face. Its time to open the gates of hell upon him and allow his demons to feast!] Thunderkiss *shouting & pointing*: Here, they kick me out while guys like this are allowed in to entertain the masses. I mean look at him, what could be possibly entertaining about him?! Inside they keep feeding you the same ol’ shit ... shit like this guy who was over years ago, but yet, still manages to find himself on TV! FSX: Who the fuck are you trying to kid, exactly?! Just because you got your ass kicked, and I beat the hell out of your damnded minion you think you can bad mouth me?! You lost. I won. I'm the fucking guy who is lucky to still be on TV?! Your a JOKE!! I don't even know why these people are acting as your bitch now too, because you just plain old get beat AGAIN and AGAIN, then go to cry to your little friends!! Thunderkiss: Show him OUR power Thundermaniacs! [The crowd converges on FSX’s car, rocking it back and forth like it weights nothing. The sheer mass of people push it over like a toy, sending Fallen Souls rolling onto his head as 1 ton of automobile gets flipped over onto its top.] FSX: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I KNEW I should of walked today!!! DAMNIT, YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU CROSSED ME THUNDERKISS!!! NEXT TIME, GADGET...NEXT TIME!!!.... ....oh..wait...THUNDERKISS I MEAN!! NEXT TIME!!!!! [Thunderkiss raises his fist into the air and the crowd goes absolutely nuts. Further rioting breaks out as a result. What started out small has now turned out into a full scale chaos, chaos that can no longer be ignored. The police arrive again and this time they bring the riot squad. Soon the fire will be extinguished for tonight, but before it can, its time for the peons to label their king.] Thunderkiss *shouting*: I may not have the WORLD Title ..... but everyone damn well knows I can BREAK any man who holds it! They will run in fear. They will cower at my sight. We all know they are WEAK and PUNY. Let not a silly belt declare who is the man, let it be the opinion of the people! Crash_Lightnin *crying out*: HE IS THE WORLD BREAKER! Random Fan: YES! Long live the WORLDBREAKER! Crowd *chanting*: WORLDBREAKER! WORLDBREAKER! WORLDBREAKER! WORLDBREAKER! [Thunderkiss laughs as his new title is lifted up to him as a gift. Thousands strong chant his name and he breaths it in as much as possible before leaving the scene, escaping those who wish to quiet him. Within hours, the smoke still billows from the scene and debris can be seen from outside the arena all the way to the horizon. On this night, they will say things changed forever. It will be the turning point of Thunderkiss’ career. It will be the night of legends. For on this night, “Thundermania” began and the “Worldbreaker” was born.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:55:24 GMT -5
Match 11: ACW World Heavyweight Championship Match Wyvern vs. #1 Contender (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This following contest is the MAIN EVENT OF THIS EVENING...
After just coming off of that absolutely hellacious Hell in a Cell match just moments ago, the fans thought they had seen it all - but they know the main event promises to end with a bang once these two wrestlers face off.
The lights in the arena immediately go out and you can see the various flashes of the cameras by those fans in the audience until a lyric has them go crazy.
La la la la Wait til I get my money right
The beat to Kanye West's "Can't Tell Me Nothing" blasts through the airwaves and as the lights return to normal Kanye bursts through the curtain spitting his hot fiyah.
I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man, it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given, much is tested Get arrested, guess until he get the message I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny And what'd I do? Act more stupidly Bought more jewelry, More Louis V. My mama couldn't get through to me The drama, people suing me I'm on T.V. talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel man I ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed them I guess I should've forgot where I came from
La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right? Excuse me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing
Let the champagne splash Let that man get cash, let that man get past You don't need to stop to get gas, If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off fumes Cause how he move in a room full of No's? How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes? Must be the pharoahs, he in tune with his soul, So when he buried in a tomb full of gold. Treasure, what's you pleasure? Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her So if the devil wear prada, Adam, Eve wear nada, I'm in between, but way more fresher But way less effort, cause when you try hard, That's when you die hard Ya'll homies looking like "Why God?" When they reminisce over you, my God...
As the final chorus chimes in, BK London makes his way to the stage to the full support of the crowd. He gives Kanye a pound before making his way down the rope and sliding into the ring. As the chorus finishes, he hits his BK London pose on the top rope and the pyros hit at the top of the stage behind Kanye. The crowd applauds the second mini-performance of the night by Kanye West.
BK steps down from the turnbuckle and just stares towards the stage, waiting for the entrance of his opponent.
"This Night" by Black Lab comes to life and the arena absolutely fills with boos as the ACW Heavyweight Champion makes his way out through the curtains and at the top of the stage.
He surveys the raucous crowd, staring at each and every one of them as they shout insults among other things at the champion and Wyvern simply smiles. He struts down to the ring with the gold championship strapped around his waist, looking at his opponent in the ring who is showing a bit of fatigue - but not too much, from his match with Thunderkiss earlier. BK is a very conditioned athlete, but with his record against Wyvern you have to wonder if its good enough to topple him and become ACW Champion.
Wyvern steps through the ropes and stares across the ring at BK before passing him by and holding his championship high over his head towards the fans. He now hands his championship over to Referee Raymond Allen Fleming, and RAF holds it high over his head to signal this match is for the ACW Heavyweight Championship. Phillip now enters the ring.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the challenger, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 237lbs, ACW's Only Grand Slam Champion, B-K LONDON!
The crowd erupts in cheers as BK London cracks his neck and his wrists as he stares clearly across the ring at his opponent Wyvern.
Phillip: And the champion, hailing from Tacoma, Washington, weighing in 210lbs, the current ACW Heavyweight Champion, "The Modern Day Judas" Wyvern!
And with that the entire reaction of the crowd changes as Wyvern stares at BK across the ring, holding his head up high and smirking.
Phillip steps out the ring and the pair meet up at the middle of the ring, Referee Raymond Allen Fleming goes over the rules with them and finally they call for the bell and the match is underway.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:55:58 GMT -5
The exchange of words between the champion and challenger is short and sweet as BK London has no intention for this match to go longer than necessary, knowing that it will not favor him if it does. Wyvern continues to have that smirk on his face, knowing full well that if he can control the pace of the match – something he’s very good at – that it’s basically over for BK London. BK looks at the heelish smirk of Wyvern and responds with a smirk of his own, to a bit of a surprise by Wyvern. But before Wyvern can deliver the first blow of this match, he is nearly taken down by a haymaker by the challenger who literally beats him to the punch. Wyvern stumbles backwards and BK continues with his offense, continuing to pummel the champion into oblivion before backing him up onto the ropes. An irish whip follows up, with Wyvern coming off the ropes and BK landing a huge back body drop to the World Champion. Wyvern makes his way back up to a vertical base and BK sends him back down to the mat with a high Standing Dropkick. Wyvern gets up once again and BK meets him with a kick to the gut before whipping him hard into the turnbuckle. A huge clothesline to the corner is dished out by the Grand Slam Champion, and Wyvern staggers out of the corner. BK throws him up on his shoulders, possibly looking for his Double Knee Gutbuster but Wyvern quickly slips off the shoulders and slips out the ring in the process.
In a genius move, Wyvern brings the momentum of BK London to a screeching halt – making him exert all of that energy for really no reason. Wyvern takes a bit of time to catch his breath, but it appears BK has seen enough and he slides out the ring and the chase is on. Wyvern makes a full lap around the ring before sliding back in, and once BK slides in he is the recipient of the full beat down by the champion. Forearms and punches to the back of BK’s head before stomp after stomp to the back.
Wyvern picks up BK and with one punch sends him stumbling backwards into the ropes. The champion then begins to deliver a series of chops and haymakers to the challenger before irish whipping him across the ring. BK comes off the ropes and Wyvern looks for a clothesline but BK manages to duck under it to the delight of the crowd. BK comes off the ropes once more and looks for a Crossbody Block, but Wyvern manages to duck which sends BK soaring through the air and landing hard on his sternum/ribs/abdominal region. Slowly BK begins to rise to his feet, but Wyvern grabs him and rams his back into the corner. Several shoulder thrusts to the abdomen follows, continuing to put BK into a world of pain until he is whipped across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle at an amazing speed. BK ricochets off the turnbuckles and drops face first on the mat, and from the expression on his face you can tell he’s in a great amount of pain. Wyvern takes his time walking over to BK, as he once again shows that smirk that he had earlier in the match before BK wiped it off his face. Wyvern picks up BK and looks at the crowd, receiving HUGE heat from the crowd. He picks up BK and delivers a swift knee to the abdomen before setting him up for a vertical suplex. The suplex brings BK crashing back first down to the mat and Wyvern wastes no time making a cover.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT!
BK manages to get his shoulder up and Wyvern now begins wailing away at the challenger of the right hands. Wyvern rises up and slaps BK on the back of his head, insulting him a bit more before picking him up and throwing him to the corner once more. Wyvern slowly approaches his opponent, walking very nonchalantly, but to his surprise and to the crowd’s surprise BK manages to grab Wyvern and toss him in the corner before pummeling him with a set of rights and lefts to the abdomen and jaw. Wyvern attempts to block his face, but BK continues to the stiff right hands and eventually RAF pulls BK off of Wyvern – creating some space between the two. BK blows past RAF and looks to continue his assault on Wyvern, but Wyvern now grabs the singlet tights of BK and pulls him face first into the middle turnbuckle. And as quick as a hiccup, Wyvern is back on the offensive and now begins kicking BK in his lower back and even manages to score a huge running knee to his back. BK screams out in pain and now Wyvern pulls him to the center of the ring before going for another cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
BK shoots his shoulder up from the mat once more, and Wyvern can’t believe it this time. He looks over to RAF and stares at him with a look of grimace as he signals that it was only a two and he got his shoulder up. Wyvern picks up BK and dumps him to the outside of the ring in front of the announce table before exiting the ring himself. Wyvern picks him up and scores with a right hand, knocking BK back into the ring barricade by the ring bell. Wyvern continues the assault, knocking BK around the ring until BK manages to score a mule kick to the gut of Wyvern – temporarily halting the assault. Wyvern comes at BK again, only to receive a European Uppercut into the ring barricade. BK stumbles over to the ring apron to catch his breath before going on the offense himself. He approaches the champion, who looks to kick the challenger in the gut while leaning on the apron but BK catches his foot. Wyvern lifts his other foot and uses it to push BK at full force backward into the steel steps, sending the upper portion of it flying right in front of the announce table. BK lays motionless on the ground below, holding his back in pain as Wyvern slips back into the ring and demands that RAF start the count. RAF has no other choice but to abide by the rules and the count does indeed start.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE
BK begins to show some signs of life, moving around but it remains to be seen if he will make it in the ring before the count.
SIX . . SEVEN . . EIGHT
He’s up thanks to holding onto the ring skirt and quickly pulls himself into the ring right as RAF makes it to the nine. The count is called off and Wyvern couldn’t be any more pissed. He makes his way over to BK and continues to stomp a mud hole in him and walk it dry. As BK lays motionless in the corner, Wyvern backs up and now runs full force at BK – looking for a knee directly to the skull but BK manages to slip out of the ring onto the apron. Wyvern rams his knee right into the turnbuckle, which sends him staggering backwards while holding the hurt knee and BK pulls himself up on the apron. Wyvern approaches the ropes but BK delivers a huge shoulder thrust through the ropes before launching himself over the top rope and flipping over the back of Wyvern. Wyvern turns around and receives a kick to the gut before being whipped into the ropes. Wyvern comes off the ropes and BK sends him soaring through the air with a back body drop. As BK’s momentum continues, his crowd support begins to become much longer. And after three consecutive clotheslines to the champion, he has the entire crowd on his feet chanting his name. BK looks to grab him with a London-Plex now, but Wyvern manages to elbow his way out of it and slips under the bottom rope to the outside – once again bringing an end to the momentum of BK. This gets major heat from the like earlier, but this time BK is ready to combat this strategy. As Wyvern looks back into the ring, he sees BK flying at him full speed and eventually taking him down with a suicide plancha.
Another huge pop for this move, and quickly BK picks up the champion and tosses him back in the ring before going back into the ring himself. BK picks up Wyvern and looks for a scoop slam but Wyvern manages to slip over his shoulder. The self proclaimed Modern Day Judas spins the champion around before kicking him in the abdomen. Wyvern bounces off the ropes and looks for the Running Knee Lift but BK side steps the maneuver. BK grabs Wyvern from behind, but Wyvern completes a standing switch and looks for a German Suplex. Luckily, BK manages to land on his feet and he grabs Wyvern from behind and scores with a huge Regal-Plex that he dubs London-Plex II. BK bridges up the maneuver and it could very well be over.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:56:43 GMT -5
Wyvern manages to kick out of the Regal-Plex, which is an accomplishment in itself, but in the process he has managed to keep this match going on longer. You can already see the effects it’s having on BK, as he is becoming much slower to respond and capitalize on maneuver such as this one - but he doesn’t plan on giving up at all. BK picks up Wyvern and drags him into the corner before setting him up on the top rope, possibly looking for a high impact maneuver. A huge chop across the chest manage to immobilize the champion even further as BK begins to ascend the top rope. BK throws the arm over his shoulder, and he is possibly looking to end it all right here with the London-Plex Omega (Avalanche Falcon Arrow), but Wyvern continues to elbow his way out of it. Now Wyvern hooks both arms of BK, possibly looking for a Avalanche version of his finishing maneuver “Wings of the Fallen” (Double-Underhook Piledriver) – but BK manages to fight his way out of that predicament and now back body drops Wyvern off the top rope. Wyvern is sent crushing back first against the mat and now he slowly begins to get up on instinct. BK ascends the top rope and looks to land a Moonsault to the champion, but Wyvern manages to side step it. BK lands on his feet, jamming his knee in the process, which gives Wyvern the perfect opportunity to capitalize with a Double Leg Takedown and now he looks for the Deus Ex Machina.
BK knows full well what the Deus Ex Machina is capable of, but as thrashes himself around so Wyvern is unable to turn him over – he finds himself exerting a lot of energy. Wyvern finally manages to pull him to the center of the ring and turn it over, locking the move in and some already predict the end of this match.
Wyvern applies a lot of pressure to the back, which prompts BK to howl out in pain. He slowly begins to crawl towards the ropes, clawing the canvas below and hopes to reach the promise land but Wyvern pulls him back to the center of the ring. Torture is the only word that can describe it. Bullets of sweat is dripping off the chin of the challenger as he screams in pain in the center of the ring, and now Wyvern tells RAF to ask him if he gives up. RAF does and BK responds with an emphatic “NOOO!”. BK pushes himself using his arm, and veins begin to bulge out the side of his head and on his arms as he crawls towards the ropes. Finally BK grabs a hold of that bottom rope and the champion is forced to free the holds to the delight of the crowd and BK. Wyvern refuses to release the hold and now RAF administers the five count and the champion releases on the count of four. BK lays motionless by the ropes, and Wyvern stares at him and feels like he wants to pull his hair out of his head. He walks over to BK and pulls him up by both sides of his head and simply stares at him before screaming:
“WHY WON’T YOU DIE LONDON? DIE LONDON, DIE!”
This statement awakes BK, and in an instant he pushes the arms of Wyvern away from him and scores with a very close range Shades of Michaels to the jaw. The Modern Day Judas is sent dropping straight on his back, knocked out cold and the crowd gives this move by BK a huge pop. But BK is so exhausted that is very slow to capitalize. The chants of “LET’S GO LON-DON *clap*clap*clapclapclap*” revive him just enough for him to lay his arm across the chest of the champion. The crowd chants in unison with the count and many wonder could this be it:
ONE . . TWO . . THR- KICK OUT!
Wyvern gets his shoulder and shifts his weight, now covering BK.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
BK gets his shoulder off the mat once he realized that Wyvern was indeed covering him. It takes both quite a bit of time to recover, but in about 10 seconds both men are on their feet and while they’re not exactly in the best condition they have the same idea going on the offense. BK scores with a right hand to the jaw of Wyvern, and Wyvern combats with a right hand of his own. BK goes for another right hand, and it hits, and Wyvern looks for another right hand but BK blocks it. In a very unorthodox maneuver, BK scores with a huge chop to the face of Wyvern. Wyvern holds his eyes and the bridge of his nose after the chop, which gives BK another opportunity to capitalize. BK scoops up Wyvern on his shoulder and looks for the Double Knee Gutbuster, but with one rake to the eyes Wyvern slips off the shoulders and counters it. The Reverse Russian Leg Sweep connects with BK, and now the challenger lays face up on the mat below. Wyvern looks for his Lionsault, but BK manages to roll out of the way. Luckily Wyvern lands on his feet, only to be rolled up in a Small Package by BK.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
Wyvern frees himself, only to take BK down by the legs and look for a Jacknife Pin.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
BK manages to free himself and runs towards Wyvern before catching him in a School Boy Pin.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT!
Both men get up and Wyvern grabs the arm of BK and hits the La Majistral Pin, its really close with this one.
ONE . . TWO . . . TH-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:57:05 GMT -5
Wyvern gets up and BK now jumps up on his shoulders, looking for the Victory Roll, but Wyvern drops him down – dropping him neck first on the top rope. BK’s head snaps off the ropes and as he turns around he walks right into a Elevated Fireman’s Carry by Wyvern. No one knows what move Wyvern will choose to pull off next, and we may possibly never know as BK slips off his shoulders and catches Wyvern in an Inverted Facelock. Wyvern turns his body around and now hoists BK back on his shoulders in the previous position, but BK grabs onto the top rope. Wyvern looks to pull BK towards the center of the ring, and continues to do so until BK releases. BK eventually does and slips off Wyvern’s shoulders again before accidentally pushing him into the referee. RAF is sent flying through the middle ropes to the outside and once Wyvern turns around, he ducks a Shades of Michaels and hoists him up on his shoulders again. BK for the third time slips off the shoulders of Wyvern, but this time grabs the head and lands in front. Wyvern is planted into the mat with The Revolver and the crowd goes absolutely nuts.
Wyvern is now motionless and quickly BK rolls him over on his back and hooks the legs.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR?
The fans continue the count but BK now comes to realize that RAF is still knocked out on the outside of the ring. BK rises up from the pinning situation and he makes his way outside the ring to revive RAF, but he is surprised by an unwelcome visitor.
“CRACK”
…the sound that metal makes when it crashes against the head of a competitor, and we see BK fall down to the ground like a sack of bricks. The camera swings up to get a clear shot at the culprit and it’s none other than Adrian Flamingo. The two have had multiple run-ins in the back, but no one ever thought that it would escalate to this level. Flamingo picks up the nearly lifeless body of the champion and throws it into the ring before sliding into the ring himself. The sadistic Flamingo walks around BK, sizing him up a bit before raising the chair over his head and delivering another crushing shot to the challenger – this time in the back. This is followed by another shot, and another, and another, Flamingo is a man possessed in that ring. Flamingo eventually slips out the ring; meanwhile Wyvern has picked up RAF and tosses him into the ring by BK. The champion gingerly enters the ring and hooks both legs of his challenger, and RAF slowly makes the count.
ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THREE!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and STILL ACW Heavyweight Champion, Wyvern!
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