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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 14:47:51 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW World Title Match Wyvern vs. Starkweather (Credit: Senator/AK/Starkweather) As the crowd settles down from the craziness that has already occurred, the lights grow dim, and it’s time for our World Heavyweight Title match!Maxwell McNally: A quick refresher here for anyone who was living under a rock over the last month or so: Wyvern, the champion, was previously allied with Alexander Starkweather, in quite the intimidating group. Over the last few months, the group lost more and more members, from Umeko Saito, to Kudo Yasuda, and Starkweather finally kicked Wyvern himself out, declaring his own claim to the title. We’ve not seen too much of the champ lately, but you can bet that he’s been ready for this moment for quite some time now. “Descending” plays, and as the lights go out, a lone spotlight focuses on the entranceway, which is quickly filling up with thick, black smoke.Phillip Jones: Announcing now, in this ACW World Heavyweight Title match, he is the challenger, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, hailing out of Los Angelus, California, he is your worst nightmare, Alexander Starkweather! Starkweather eerily steps through the cloud of dark smoke in the entranceway, his death head mask even more noticeable through the haze. Stark slowly walks down to the ring, almost looking to be in his own world as he does so. “This Night” by Black Lab plays, and we all know what’s coming next…Phillip: Announcing next, he is YOUR ACW World Heavyweight Champion, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, hailing out of Tacoma, Washington, the Modern Day Judas, Wyvern! Wyvern, belt slung over his shoulder, walks down to the ring, a definite sense of anger in his demeanor, as he roughly tosses his belt to a ringside official, and clambers up the steel steps to get into the ring.***Bell Rings*** Referee Raymond Allen Fleming pulls back, allowing the two competitors to have at each other, and that’s exactly what happens, as Wyvern bum rushes in, blasting Starkweather with a swinging haymaker to the head. Stark partially blocks the punch, answering with a kick to the chest. The ACW Champion barely reacts to this, hitting a second and third punch, while Stark gets in an inside clench, throwing short uppercuts to his opponent’s chin. Wyvern falls back a step, but catches himself, and connects with a straight kick to the midsection, and proceeds to pummel away with clubbing blows to the back of the neck and shoulders, the strikes bringing Stark down to his knees. McNally: Wyvern is out for blood here, his title reign might have taken a toll on him, both physically and mentally, but I can think of few others who come close to matching our champion in the toughness department. Wyvern pulls Stark up, and into a front facelock, throwing his own head back, and wrenching away on the basic maneuver. Stark tries to sitout of the submission, and actually succeeds in doing so, only for Wyvern to hook one, and then the other arm, bringing his opponent back up into a double underhook, and hitting his suplex. The man legally known as Scott Stewart floats over with the throw, not into a pin, but into a vicious series of mounted punches. Edison: Shoot, Wyvern’s punching the mess out of Stark here! Wouldn’t it hurt, though, to punch that creepy mask? McNally: As far as I’ve ever been able to tell, it’s not a ceramic or otherwise hard shelled mask, and unless Starkweather placed a metal plate under it for this occasion, I would think that it’d actually be a bit easier on the fists than just punching bare skin, and perhaps even gives Stark a slight layer of protection… Still, I would certainly not wish to be the recipient of those strikes. Stark endures the punches, holding his head up after each one, until Wyvern places a forearm across his throat to negate the show of bravado...unfortunately for the champion, this is a blatantly illegal move, one that ACW’s head referee rushes over to stop. ...1 ...2 ...3 ...4 …Wyvern pulls back up before Raymond Allen Fleming can force a break, or begin counting a pin, but the motion is all Stark needs to get his feet up, catching the next punch, and trapping Wyvern’s arm into a cross armbreaker, not fully extending the arm, but bringing the heel on his outside leg down repeatedly on the champion’s face. Edison: Yikes, he’s slamming his leg down like some sort of hammer on Wyvern’s head… Wyvern clenches his wrist, and somehow endures the punishment, getting up to one knee, and then the other, and before Stark knows what's happening, Wyvern is able to step through his opponent's legs, cross them, and starts to turn him over into the Deus Ex Machina! Stark fights the move, and reaches up, rolling Wyvern down into an inside cradle... ... ...1 ... ...2
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 14:48:57 GMT -5
...Wyvern kicks out, rolling back, and once again, trying to apply his signature submission hold. Stark attempts now to set a base, and keep from being turned over, but the efforts are in vain, as Wyvern fully hooks in his elevated sasorigatame/sharpshooter. The ACW champ pulls back on the submission, but this is just what Stark had been waiting for, as he pushes up to match the height of the hold, and crawls to the ropes. Wyvern attempts to kneel back, but it's too late, as the challenger's hands both are grasping the bottom rope. Instead of fully letting go, Wyvern only drops Stark's right leg, instead holding onto the left, and slamming it into the mat. The "Modern Day Judas" holds onto Stark's foot, still, and this time, planting a boot into the back of the knee, slams it down with even more force.
McNally: Stark's best non-submission moves, I might argue, utilize a good degree of leg power, whether it be his standing kicks and knees, or the intimidating array of double stomp attacks, Wyvern knows this, and is doing his best to negate that advantage at this stage in the match.
Wyvern continues his methodical assault on his opponent's knee, this time, with an inverted Indian Deathlock, falling back to the mat, and standing up before going back again to the mat. Stark is able to free his leg after the fourth repetition of the deathlock, and even is able to counter it right into an STF...a real stepover toehold facelock. Wyvern grunts as he tries to pry the arms off from his throat, but Stark confounds him on that effort, actually letting him do so, before he stands back up, now hooking both legs and arms in position for a Mexican surfboard, but what follows is much more dangerous, as Stark traps both Wyvern's legs with his foot, and places the other foot against the back of his opponent's head... and releases the arms, viciously curbstomping his opponent face first into the mat.
Edison: Daaaaaaangeroussssss!!!!
McNally: No other person but Starkweather would dare use the Curbstomp in ACW after the history that move has had here...and I might say that no person could use the move better.
Stark does not even cover after the Curbstomp, instead dragging Wyvern over to the corner, setting him up, with an arm over each of the ropes, and backs off. Of course, Stark's temporary pause only signifies something bad, as he runs into the corner, this time, extending both knees, landing in the middle of his opponent's shoulders, and driving Wyvern's face through the turnbuckle pad, and into the mat.
Edison: Daaa....
McNally: Utterly brutal, Starkweather calls that the Curbstomp II, and I would surely argue that it's even worse than the first one. Oh, and Eddie...you're banned for the rest of the night from using "that phrase."
Edison: Aww, man...
Stark drags Wyvern back from the ropes, and again hooks in the STF, this time, clawing away at his opponent's forehead. The referee does not stand for this very long, and forces the hold broken. Stark is annoyed by the intrusion, standing up, and arguing with Raymond Allen Fleming, a potentially risky move, as the former wrestler does not back down, and warns the challenger on bending the rules too far. This brief interlude, along with the STF allows Wyvern to gain his senses again, and as Stark finally takes his leave without permission from Fleming, Wyvern turns him around with a hammer throw into the ropes, following up with a Cactusline lariat, sending both men flying to the outside.
McNally: In such a match as this, the referee has plenty of discretion in enforcing the rules, and when things go out of the ring, Fleming might actually ease up, as rough brawling on the outside is customary in big title matches, no matter where in the world, or what era it is. When things go outside in a big ACW title match, the rules go out of the window for the most part. One thing's for certain, RAF will not end this on a countout, not now.
Wyvern and Stark both get to their feet at approximately the same time, and both throw a big punch at about the same time, as well. They each continue smashing their fists into each other's heads, until both take a tumble over the crowd barrier, landing on the concrete in front of the crazed ACW fans...and even then, both of them can be seen from an excellent camera angle to still be punching the life out of each other. Wyvern gets a slight advantage in the scuffle, enough so to grab the leg of a chair from above his head, and swings it right into Stark's face. The Modern Day Judas gets up off the cola and popcorn mess of the floor, and picks Stark up as well, draping him over the rail, before stepping back to the other side, and walking over to the ring. Wyvern calculates the distance, and takes a half step back, before launching into a handspring, and out of that, a dropkick to the back of his opponent, sending Stark over the barrier, and onto the thin mat surrounding the ring. What Wyvern did not notice, as he pulls Stark up, is that the dreadful doctor somehow managed to get a hold of someone's cell phone from the crowd, and bashes it into his opponent's face. Wyvern's hands go to his face, and Stark goes under the ring, quickly emerging with an oversized fork. The crowd is almost dead silent as the ACW champion turns around, right into an overhead stab that ends up right in his forehead, immediately drawing blood.
McNally: Stark is noted for his ability to make an already inhumane tactic or move, and truly turn it into an object of fear. This match is not for the faint of heart.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 14:51:02 GMT -5
Stark even is able to maneuver Wyvern around, keeping the fork jabbed in his face, and with a boot to the gut, he forces his opponent into a seated position against the steel steps. Stark eyes the bloody fork in his hands, but has other ideas, and tosses it aside, and after a few stomps, drags the heavy steps over to a parallel position with the ring, now draping Wyvern's head and shoulders over them, walking to the other side of the apron, and climbing up. Starkweather eyes the situation, and without another moment wasted, he runs across the apron, leaping off with a double stomp...but Wyvern gets up too fast for Stark to re-adjust, catching his opponent's legs in mid-air, and slams Stark down, knees first, onto the steps. Stark flies back with a yell, holding his knee as he does so. Wyvern takes the moment to recover for a moment, and attempts, without success, to stench the flow of blood that has already stained his face...his chest...and even the steel steps that he laid upon for a short period. RAF motions for the champion to re-enter the ring, and yells the threat of a countout to the wrestlers on the outside. Neither seems too receptive until Fleming, against his usual tendencies, begins counting both men out...
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Stark, his knee obviously bothering him, scoffs at the referee, while Wyvern decides that gaining the high ground is well worth obeying the pathetic authority figure in the ring, and gets up to the apron...
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Alexander Starkweather finally decides that he's rested enough, and having placed distance enough between himself and his opponent, starts using the bottom rope as leverage to get into the ring, and at the count of eight, both have rolled under the ropes, and the threat of a countout is null.
Blood is still trickling incessantly down Wyvern’s face as he watches Starkweather stand back up, using the rope to assist him slightly. However good the doctor normally is at keeping his cards to his chest, the strain on his knee is now impossible to conceal, and Wyvern recognizes instantly that his best chance of victory comes from ruining Stark’s mobility. With a vicious expression which suggests he wants to permanently damage his opponent, Wyvern approaches quickly; he is smart enough not to go straight for an attack on the knee, but instead swings a fast punch, and pivots around as Stark blocks it to kick him hard in his vulnerable spot. Stark’s muscles flinch, but his steel eyes do not, and he rakes Wyvern’s own, dragging blood back into them and momentarily blinding the defending champion.
McNally: This match is about as bad-tempered as I’ve ever seen. I don’t believe it can end well for either man, that World Title is going to extract a heavy price tonight regardless of who wins.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 14:52:25 GMT -5
Stark initiates a grapple, leaning on to his good side and pushing heavily off of that foot as he pulls off a suplex, causing Wyvern’s fall to be to one side rather than straight backward. Having brought the match back to the mat, Stark applies a grounded headlock and continues his assault on Wyvern’s head and face, punching him repeatedly with a closed fist. RAF scowls, and warns Starkweather off; the camera catches the head referee mouth the word “disqualification” which forces Stark to comply regardless of his apparent contempt for the rules. The break in the attack allows Wyvern to roll back to his feet, and he fights through dizziness and pain to make his speed advantage count, coming forward and soccer-licking Stark in the chest with extreme prejudice before he can stand up fully. Stark pitches over, and Wyvern grabs his ankles, attempting to apply the Deus Ex Machina again, but Stark kicks free, gritting his teeth and sucking up the pain.
Favoring the left knee as he gets up, Stark keeps the pressure on Wyvern, not giving him any chance to rest as he once again assaults him directly. Wyvern punches back, striking the skull mask, but the degree of protection it affords is becoming more and more critical as Stark dodges a slow blow and slips in a snap suplex. This is merely a set-up for Stark’s falling pendulum clothesline, and Stark modifies this so that instead of striking the throat he clobbers Wyvern across his eyebrow line, making the crowd audibly wince. By getting close to his opponent, however, he gives Wyvern a lifeline, and the Champion reaches up and grabs Stark’s forearm, scrambling to his feet whilst partially restraining his foe. Stark attempts to keep up, but is just that bit too slow, and Wyvern lays down another fierce shot to the left knee. Falling back, Stark grabs his knee, and RAF moves closer to observe whether the challenger can carry on; the second this happens, Wyvern hurries to one of the corners and starts fiddling with one of the turnbuckle covers.
Edison: Whoa, hold on, what does Wyvern think he’s playing at?
McNally: Precisely the same twisted little game Starkweather favours, I’d wager.
Slipping the cover off, Wyvern doesn’t wait to give RAF any chance to spot what he’s up to; Starkweather is back up, and Wyvern feigns being distracted by a group of shouting fans on the outside. Starkweather stalks his prey – but just as he gets within range, Wyvern swivels around, grabs on to Stark, and rushes him at full speed against the exposed turnbuckle, forcing his head down so that the forehead and crown takes the brunt of the impact with a sickening sound. The fans bellow as Wyvern pulls Stark back and then lets him go; Stark does not fall completely, but one of the ringside cameras captures a distinct red shade at the edge of the top of the mask, and his guard drops for just a couple of seconds. That’s all Wyvern is looking for, and he smashes Stark in the small of the back with a massive dropkick to sprawl him on his front.
McNally: Wyvern’s taken a load of punishment from Starkweather, and it looks like he’s trying to pay it all back in one bloody installment!
Edison: Maaan, he looks like he’s about to lose it!
Wyvern is indeed resembling a man possessed as he batters Stark’s left leg, with one, two, three, four huge stomps. Stark hauls himself up and lunges at Wyvern, but his aim isn’t quite perfect, and Wyvern belts him with a forearm to the side of the head.
McNally: I think Wyvern’s plan was to reopen that wound Starkweather sustained a month ago, and it looks like it worked – we can’t see for sure, but I’d guess that Stark’s vision is being compromised by blood flow under the mask.
Edison: And if that’s the case, he can’t wipe it away as Wyvern can. Starkweather could be undone by what many consider to be his own most potent intimidation tactic!
The fans by now are straining their throats with yelling; as Stark reels, Wyvern fights against fatigue and considers his options for ending the match. As much as he’d love to make Stark submit, he knows his former ally well enough to rule that possibility out, and so having now laid the groundwork, he slugs Stark a couple of times and then shoves his arms up and under those of his foe. The fans go mental as Wyvern struggles to nail the Wings of the Fallen; Stark writhes, and twists as Wyvern gets the lift and inversion, causing him to stagger. Wyvern can’t hold the weight sufficiently in this position, and the pair of men collapse, Stark’s cranium avoiding the full force of the impact.
Still trying to exploit any opportunity he can, Wyvern tries to pull a pin out of the mess, pressing Stark’s shoulders to the mat. Stark though kicks out, and now tiredness and repeated head trauma are eating badly into Wyvern’s defenses. With all the instinct for blood of a Great White, Stark rises up and begins to take Wyvern apart, first with a series of blows working their way up the body, and then moving close enough to grasp his foe and execute his SchweinDT (Belly to Back Driver into modified DDT). The crowd roars, for they know what could very well be next… and Stark proceeds to confirm their fears.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 14:53:24 GMT -5
Edison: The Sensory Deprivation! One of Stark’s most feared techniques, and that’s saying something!
Every single nerve in Wyvern’s body seems to be shrieking as Starkweather expertly manipulates the hold for maximum agony. RAF has seen just about everything in a wrestling ring, but even he goes a little pale when he sees the look on the Champion’s face. He gets down on one knee, and waits.
McNally: This… as much as I hate to foreshadow, surely there can be nothing Wyvern can do at this stage of such a hellish contest… this is just giving Starkweather unnecessary satisfaction. For heavens’ sake, Fleming should stop this now…
RAF appears to be thinking the exact same; his expression is now one of serious concern, and he is about to raise his hand… but Wyvern looks at him and shakes his head. His pupils start to lose focus, but he shows no sign of tapping.
McNally: My lord… I think I see now. Wyvern can’t escape, but he won’t submit, he won’t allow Stark that distinction. This will only end when Wyvern loses consciousness, by the look of things.
Wyvern’s grip on that consciousness is rapidly slipping; at the other end of things, Starkweather can see what’s happening on the Alphatron. He has only to maintain the hold for victory… but something in his eyes under that mask goes ice-cold, and without warning he releases the hold of his own volition. He moves menacingly around to face Wyvern, forcing RAF to back off as if physically repelled by his malice.
Edison: Ok, that’s it, the psychologist has gone psycho. The win was right there!
McNally: Damn it all to blazes, this man’s capacity for cruelty knows no bounds! He wants to make Wyvern suffer yet more before this match is done…
A deep shadow falls across Wyvern, whose senses are now partially scrambled from the effects of the match. The waves of noise from the fans crash against him; at first he doesn’t move, his body sapped of will. But then his brain starts to decode a small part of the din…
“WY-VERN! WY-VERN! WY-VERN!”
It comes from just a small corner of the crowd, but it has an effect far greater than those few fans could ever realise. For just a second, Wyvern remembers a different time… a time when honor came before gold. A time when friends came before alliances.
No one can possibly tell if a tear accompanies those memories, lost in the still-seeping blood from a wound which will not heal…
Starkweather’s amusement at the crowd’s futile howling stays concealed under his mask. He drags Wyvern up by the scruff of the neck, and makes him look Death in the face. So intent is he on savoring the look of defeat on his crushed opponent’s face that he never even sees the swing of the uppercut toward his chin-
The blow connects with all the power Wyvern can muster, and Starkweather falters for just a moment, letting in the second blow. The uppercuts keep coming, and Wyvern’s back straightens as he rises, defiance in every strike. The crowd’s collective cry becomes almost a living thing, truly like the roar of a mythical beast, and just before it peaks Wyvern throws everything into an almighty kick to Stark’s left knee.
Stark can’t remain standing, and slips down; and as he does so, Wyvern, ACW World Champion, steps up on that knee and springs into a twisting, spiraling jump which carries him around behind his opponent. The moment his other foot connects into a screaming, shattering Enziguri, the crowd breeches the floodbanks and a tsunami of sound sweeps the entire arena….
Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNGEROOOUSSS!!!
McNally: HOLY COW! I’ll let that one slip without question, Eddie, that was INCREDIBLE!
The two men hit the mat at the same time, both now brought to the absolute brink of endurance. RAF begins a 10 count at once, not expecting either man to respond, and keen to get the EMTs in as fast as possible… but at the 8 mark, incredibly, both men begin to stir.
Both Wyvern and Stark attempt to get back to their feet, but the efforts are now incredibly difficult on both ends, Wyvern constantly wiping the still-flowing blood out of his eyes, and Starkweather trying to prop up his knee.
McNally: Whoever gets up first should have the win. Neither man has much left in the tank after this brutal slugfest of a match, that's for sure.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 14:54:10 GMT -5
The two competitors come to their feet, shakily, exchanging blows. Most of the crowd seems to be behind Wyvern over his opponent more out of desire to see a lesser evil win and a veteran many have been watching for years, and he gains the upper hand with a series of right hands that RAF warns him against using in futility. Wyvern backs up the challenger into the corner and shoots across the ring, running in... But Starkweather pulls the RAF between he and the champion for all three to hit one another in a crunching collision! They all fall to the mat, this way and that, none showing signs of movement as of yet.
A close-up shot reveals just how much the battle has taken out of Wyvern as his face is riddled with anguish and he holds his head in agony. His opponent, however, isn’t exactly flawless at the moment either. Although Starkweather’s mask prevents anyone from seeing his physical description, his chest rises and falls with exhaustion at every breath. Even though neither man has been a particular crowd favorite in months, the fans can’t help but rally behind each man as they both lay as still as the ref beside them. Chants erupt as the fans do their best to pump both men to get to their feet, but these attempts are quickly interrupted by an unknown participant as he runs down the entranceway and slides into the ring. The man sports ragged black pants, boots, and a skull mask very similar, if not identical to Starkweather’s!
McNally: What the hell is this!?
Edison: Holy hell, Max! Tell me that I’m not the only one that’s seeing double!
As this masked man slides into the ring, he rolls the prone Starkweather out of the ring. After leaving the ring himself, he helps the somewhat recovering Starkweather hide under the ring, out of sight from the cameras, the crew, the fans, and, more importantly, Wyvern and RAF. Just as quickly as he rolled out of the ring, the masked man slides back into the ring and assumes the position that Starkweather’s unconscious corpse once took. The fans, out of confusion, are stricken with awe, but are quickly shaken out of it as they realise just what the masked man is hoping to accomplish. Wyvern, who is doing his best to shake loose the cobwebs in his brain, pulls himself up to the ropes and grins as he looks at the “unconscious” body that he believes is Starkweather’s.
Edison: Ha! I get it! This distraction is here long enough for Starkweather to recoup and reassemble a game plan. Once again, brilliant move by Alexander Starkweather as he once again proves that he’s always three steps ahead of his opponent!
McNally: Brilliant move? There is nothing brilliant about this, this is cheating! The worst of it is that this man is fresh and Wyvern’s been in the fight of his life all match!
Edison’s analysis turns out to be far more right than he could’ve ever hoped to have thought himself. Wyvern, unknowing of the treachery at hand, grabs the fallen “Starkweather” up by the neck and whips him to the ropes. The worn down Wyvern is in for the surprise of his life as “Starkweather” comes back at him with a basement dropkick that drops him to his knees. The imposter then fires off 3 quick precision kicks to the chest of Wyvern, and follows it up with a rolling snap mare into a leg lariat! Wyvern falls limp to the ground, but the imposter’s attack doesn’t let up. After lifting him up by the hair, the imposter snaps off two more quick kicks to Wyvern’s chest before dropping him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Still as relentless as ever, the imposter runs to the furthest rope and comes back at the barely standing Wyvern with a wicked looking step-up frankensteiner. To add a little more sizzle to the beat down he is administering, just as Wyvern sits up and clutches the back of his head, the imposter damn near takes his head off with the Lightning Leg Lariat!
Edison: Alexander Starkweather, ruthless and relentless, he’s staying on the attack. He’s not even giving Wyvern room to so much as breathe!
McNally: Dammit, Eddie! You know damn well that Starkweather is under the ring and that some thug is doing his dirty work!
The fans, having seen enough of these under-handed tactics, starr clapping their hands… pounding the guardrails… stomping their feet… hell, they are banging whatever they can in effort to get Wyvern up and turn this match around to the fair, five-star classic that it truly deserved to be. However, the imposter finds their efforts to be amusing as he mockingly claps along with them. At this point, RAF is beginning to come to as the imposter stops mocking and grabs Wyvern by the head. With a slow motion across his throat, the imposter signals that it is time for the ring crew to come out because this match is over. Wyvern, however, has a different idea. As the faux Starkweather begins to lift him up to finish him with one of his array of moves the champion surprises him with a hard forearm to the jaw that staggers him back into the ropes. Wyvern moves to whip his "opponent" into the ropes but it is reversed, a Drop Toehold into the middle rope hanging Wyvern out to dry. As RAF starts to stand, shakily, the REAL Starkweather slides out of his semi-prone position halfway under the ring wielding a chair made of black steel. He swings, exceptionally hard as the crowd yells "OH!", the distinctive collision of metal and bone sounding loudly as the champ's body goes limp on the ropes and his head lolls over.
McNally: MY GOD! Listen to the sound that chair shot just made against the champion's skull! God in heaven, someone get a new referee out here and stop this debacle!
Starkweather, holding his side and back, motions for the fake Starkweather to roll out of the ring, the unknown assistant rolling out of the ring and hiding stealthily under the apron. Starkweather slithers into the ring, gathering up the catatonic-looking Wyvern and depositing him on the top rope backwards as Raymond Allen Fleming has understandably completely missed the goings-on. To the top rope to join the champ does the challenger climb after forcing the limp body of the champion down into the Tree of Woe, he standing on the middle rope and unlatching Wyvern's feet, pulling him up with a shout as the crowd suddenly seems to realize what he is doing. Wyvern is now upside-down, legs hooked, his torso crudely positioned between Stark's legs... Before the challenger more or less drops off the middle rope, depositing Wyvern flat on the top of his head with a second-rope Frontal Lobotomy!
Edison: HOLY SH*T!
The censors would likely have words with Eddie for that, but that's more or less what everyone is thinking at that point. Starkweather rolls over, slowly, pulling Wyvern's arms away from the ropes and sitting on his chest, clasping his side as RAF makes the slow count.
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Phillip: Here is your winner… and NEW ACW World Champion, ALEXANDER STARKWEATHER!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 14:55:50 GMT -5
The crowd's boos are nearly deafening in that arena, Stark rolling onto his side and panting visibly under his mask, the doppleganger coming out from under the ring and jumping up onto the apron before jumping into the ring and helping his double back to his feet. RAF looks to raise Stark's hand but does not know who the real one is; he is certain that underhand business has been going on, but since he hasn’t seen any evidence himself, he is unable to act. This doesn’t stop the twin Starks both from laying the boots to him and tossing him bodily from the ring, one of them pulling Wyvern up to prop him on the bottom turnbuckle before they both begin beating on him afresh.
Wyvern is helpless against their assault. Blow after blow, strike after strike. He is completely helpless.
But suddenly out from the back comes a savior; someone willing to fight back Stark and Bizarro Stark. The Flower of Carnage, Yoko Satoshi. Croquet mallet in hand, she’s in the ring within a matter of seconds. The two Starks cease their attack as she moves toward them, giving Wyvern a much needed moment to breathe. She raises her mallet as if to strike, but the Starks do not flinch.
She swings the mallet directly into Wyvern’s face, making a disgusting thud-crack. Her allegiance is clear with that one mighty blow.
Yoko then steps backward into the opposing corner, standing as idly as if she were watching people pass in a mall. She stays to watch them finish their attack on the ex champ. They oblige her with several more boots, the crowd booing loudly, some of the women crying out as they pull the ex champion out into the middle of the ring and stand over him. One of the Starkweathers pulls his Death mask from his face after unlacing the back of it a little, revealing the smiling face of one Dr. Alexander Starkweather.
McNally: Well of course it’s that snake, Starkweather. But who’s the other one? Who just signed a contract with the devil himself?
The second Starkweather shrugs, putting his hands on his hips before reaching up to mimic the movements done by his clone seconds before, tugging off his mask to at first reveal ruffled blonde hair… Then a pair of glinting eyes… And then a million-dollar smile from the pits of Hell.
Adrian Flamingo.
The crowd’s shocked noise is all which can be heard for a moment before Flamingo starts laughing and reaches across to shake the doctor’s hand, Yoko moving over at almost a skipping pace to call for the title to be handed to her. She moves over to the victorious duo who’ve pulled the mother of all fast ones, handing the actual Starkweather his belt before he climbs the middle turnbuckle and raises it for the jeering crowd and dropping back to the canvas. Flamingo amuses himself by keeping the EMTs out of the ring until Starkweather’s celebration is at an end, he calling for his associates to move out, they rolling and sliding out of the ring to back up the ramp, the new champion hefting his title in the air as the paramedics are finally able to attend to a very comatose ex-champion…
Fade to the final break.
OOC: Post match events credited to Flamingo and Yoko in addition to Starkweather.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 14:57:12 GMT -5
OTA Segment: “Thunderkiss: The End. Act 9" Credit: T-Kiss Last Chapter Recap: Seeking out the Senator, TK quickly finds him and asks him for his help with training. Not taking no for an answer, Thunderkiss quickly got the Senator to change his mind when he asked him to dwell on his own feelings towards this generation of wrestlers; Magog in particular. Taking him under his wing, the Senator has decided to focus on what he sees as the only way possible for a TK victory, that being learning all of Magog’s ring tendencies. ... .. . Act 9 He can’t believe it’s only been a couple of days. To Thunderkiss, this time spent with the Senator has felt more like a week or the equivalent to one of his old fashioned speeches. Of course, he’d never tell him that and risk the chance of getting kicked out and finishing the training all by himself. But one can wish, right? This morning has started out like all the others, studying film. As TK struggles to keep his tired eyes open, the Senator dismantles Magog’s moves and actions one by one and begins to piece them back together for Thunderkiss. Senator: See here. The Senator reaches up to the projector screen and points to Magog’s right. Senator: Magog always favors his right side in a lock up. Switching to a left attack SHOULD give you a clear shot. Thunderkiss: And if it doesn’t?Senator: Run. Thunderkiss: Funny...Senator: I’m not trying to be. The Senator rises from his chair and looks at Thunderkiss. TK is still groggy, tired and generally not running on all cylinders at the moment. Seeing this, the Senator changes his game plan.Senator: Based on that stupid look on your face, I can only assume your brain has reached its maximum capacity for today after a whopping 15 minutes of film. *sigh* Alright, since your mind is maxed out, let us work on your body. Grinding his teeth at every insult, TK is now starting to wonder if he will have any teeth left after this ordeal. He resentfully follows The Senator into his workout room, which continues to astound him with all of its nostalgia. If its nostalgia he wants, its nostalgia he’s going to get in the form of old fashion hand stand push ups, Senator style. As TK begins to lift himself up and down, he begins to struggle around the fifth minute much to the dismay of his trainer. Senator: And you used to be called the Worldbreaker?! All I see now is the Beerbreaker with that big gut of yours. Come on you pansy! Thunderkiss *panting*: I’d like to see you try this!Senator: I am not the one wrestling, am I? To demonstrate his authority, or perhaps from pent up feelings that still fester, the Senator kicks TK’s arms out from under him causing him to fall onto his head. Thunderkiss: GAH! Irritated and irate, Thunderkiss rolls back up to his feet repositions himself. Thunderkiss: I know you’re enjoying this you old prick.Senator: Of course. But not as much as Magog will if you do not pick up the pace! MEANWHILE: Speaking of Magog, our story would not be complete if you didn’t see both sides of the coin ..now would it? The “Man Who Can’t be Beat” has been doing some training of his own and you can be assured that it is the best money can buy. As he returns to his locker room inside the ACW arena after his early morning workout, he is soon greeted by his closest confidant who has come to him in an effort to foil TK’s plans. Laureano: Magog, I have come to warn you. I fully believe that Thunderkiss has every intent on bringing more than just himself to this fight. [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: Who could that fool possibly muster up in a few short weeks that would honestly worry me Laureano? XS3? Please. He can bring forth as many old brittle bodies to help him. I shall lay waste to them and suck the flesh off their bones. [/glow] Laureano: Even still, it would be wise to be cautious about this. [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: Don’t insult me as if I was some sort of armature my boy.[/glow] Laureano builds a phony facade of sorrow and calmly replies -Laureano: Sorry. [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: Just in case, I have all my bases covered. As they say, don’t bring a knife to a gunfight. [/glow] Magog motions towards the door and in walks a very happy face. However, instead of bringing warmth to the room, this smile instantly sends shivers down Laureano spine. The Mask of Starkweather: ........... [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: And as you can see, mine is FULLY LOADED! [/glow] Laureano: Are you kidding me? This guy is a freak! The Mask of Starkweather says nothing. He just stands there looking out through the smiley face mask at God knows what. Amused at Laureano’s reaction, Magog fills the room with his booming laugh.[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: Don’t tell me he frightens you my boy![/glow] Laureano: Please. I just don’t like side show theatrics. Such drama .... *Scoff* That got his attention. TMoS turns his head towards Laureano. As he does, several popping sounds reverberate from his joints causing a look of sickness to spread across Laureano’s face. The young blood is about ready to rifle off another insult towards this most bizarre individual but is instantly cut down by the World Champion.[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: ENOUGH! Suck it up boy. The two of you will by MY back up plan! And unless you two want to become my next victims, I suggest you work together and not screw anything up! [/glow] Laureano bites his lip so hard that his teeth pierce his lips. He walks out of the room after nodding to Magog where he’ll undoubtedly vent his frustration as soon as he gets a chance. BACK IN WASHINGTON D.C.: The day has finally come to a close and Thunderkiss couldn’t he happier. Though he is taking his training seriously, he hasn’t been accustomed to these long training sessions in years. Ready to let his body mend itself with a good, long night’s sleep, the Senator beckons once more.Senator: Thunderkiss. “Oh G’Dammit”, he thinks to himself as he hears Phillips voice come through his bedroom door.Thunderkiss: What?! I swear ..... Tired, he leaps out of bed and stumbles his way towards the door. He nearly pulls it off it’s hinges in protest but his mood quickly changes as his eyes catch not only the Senator, but three familiar faces that stand behind him.Senator: You have visitors. Andrew Starr: What’s up Teeks? Dan White: Hey.... [END] CAST OF CHARACTERS (Updated after each episode):Chairman Matheson: Now the Chairman of ACW, Rena now controls the power. Cory Irvine: XS3's son and new number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Fights Magog at Samhain 2033 and is seriously injured. Dan White: Currently has issues with Thunderkiss over Zero’s death. Makes an appearance at Cory’s hospital room but quickly exits after seeing Thunderkiss. Jake Cheng: Retired. Now runs a training school in Los Angeles. Jonny Spade: Now ACW’s premier referee, Mr. Spade likes to keep the matches clean. Laureano: The prodigal son of AK and Latino. Currently on the ACW roster and in Magog’s stable. Magog: Current ACW World Champion. Is undefeated and extremely powerful. Matt Irvine (XS3): Manages his son, Cory, in ACW. Mr. Exotica: Former number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Crippled by Magog. Princess London: Daughter of the Legendary BK London. Current ACW Woman’s Champion. Rattlesnake: Has long retired and is now part of the announce team. “Rapid” Rick Edison: Son of “Fast” Eddie Edison. Has followed in his fathers footsteps. Thunderkiss - Now 55 is the focal point of our story. Has now come out of retirement to challenge the ACW World Champion after he put his Godson Cory in a coma. The Mask of Starkweather: A total enigma, this person managed to stumble across Dr. Starkweather’s old ring masks and has taken them into his possession. Seemingly bringing each mask to “life”, this mystery man has continued the evil of their original owner. The Senator: Now 73, the Senator is no longer a force in the wrestling ring but still remains a force on Capitol Hill. He has decided to aid Thunderkiss on his quest for victory. Zero: Deceased. Met his end after getting loaded up with Thunderkiss and crashed his motorcycle.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 14:58:22 GMT -5
Match 8: EOTR '07 Finals Match The Senator vs. Yoko Satoshi (Credit: Senator) Maxwell McNally: And now, we have finally arrived at our main event match... "Fast" Eddie Edison: The second of the night for Senator Phillips! He's gotta be exhausted at this point, and the match is yet to begin! McNally: You might have a bias, but you also might be right. Of course, there is no person in the world that could better take advantage of this fatigue factor than Yoko Satoshi. McNally: As you know, Chairman Gingerdude and Phillips have no love lost for each other, and the Senator might be operating at a bit less than 100% tonight, due to the beating he took at the hands of our now-former champion, Wyvern. It's common knowledge that Phillips has not exactly been entirely in top shape ever since taking the Nuclear Option at Omega Effect III, and every subsequent head drop he’s received since has only worsened the situation. Edison: Oh, and I'm sure that Yoko's match with Jay Zero was chopped liver, eh? Don’t you think that she’s made some pretty hefty sacrifices to get here? I mean, really, the feared Yokoberg ain’t much over a hundred pounds, and we’ve seen her go through some pretty funky personal issues, too, come on, Maxie, don’t you think you’re being one sided here? McNally: Of course not, I never meant to imply that Yoko had it easy by any means, even if she makes it look that way at times. And I think we’ll shut up for now… Eye of the Tiger plays over the PA system, and the crowd is clearly psyched as the Senator's "big match theme" signifies the beginning of the prematch ceremonies. Phillip Jones: Announcing first, in the final match of the Emperor of the Ring tournament for 2007, hailing from Washington D.C, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, he is the current ACW International Champion, Senator Steve Phillips! The Senator strikes a brief victory pose at the top of the ramp, before heading down to the ringside area, and taking a long lap around the ring, making it in, just as "Flower of Carnage" plays. Phillip: Announcing next, hailing out of Okinawa, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is the single most feared individual in ACW history, Yoko Satoshi! Yoko walks down to the ring, looking neither confident, nor intimidated, clearly in the mindset for a victory. She slides under the ropes into a fighting stance, right in front of her opponent, who merely stretches his neck and cracks his knuckles. Referee Raymond Allen Fleming, having already been manhandled in the previous title match, and looking a bit more ticked off than he usualy does, stands between the two, and motions for the match to begin. ***Bell Rings*** Yoko brushes a hand through her hair, and walks across the ring, in her usual matter of fact fashion, before engaging in a tie-up with her opponent. Phillips, instead of out powering Yoko outright, goes behind, and throws her to the mat with a standing rear waistlock. The Flower of Carnage does not last long there, and snaps up, right into another tie-up. The Senator takes her across the ring this time, into the corner, slowly backing off as Raymond Allen Fleming intervenes. The politician looks down at his deceptively diminutive opponent, before shoving Fleming out of the way, and hiptossing Yoko out of the corner. Ms. Satoshi doesn't quite land on her feet, but manages to roll out of the impact, running off the opposite ropes, and sending the Senator flying out of the ring with a leaping armdrag on the return. Edison: Oh man, I bet the geezer didn't see that coming! Phillips manages to hold onto the ropes as he goes out of the ring, and gets back in, only to be caught with a second armdrag. Ever the stubborn one, the Senator gets right back up, and yes, into a third quick takedown. McNally: I do believe that the Senator has underestimated Yoko just a bit. He's faced her before, and generally is one of the most outstanding tacticians in ACW, but has lost a bit of his edge in that category as of late, in my opinion. Edison: Senile, heh. McNally: I never said that, Eddie, it's quite obvious that the damage taken from Nuclear Option at Omega Effect III was never quite properly healed. The Senator slaps the mat, and stands up, immediately swinging away with a high roundhouse kick, which Yoko ducks by an inch, responding with a quick kick to the base leg. Satoshi follows up with a second kick, but this leaves her open for one of the Senator's brutal knife-edge chops, which resounds throughout the crowded ACW Arena. Crowd: Wooooooo! Phillips goes to throw another chop, missing, and allowing Yoko to trap his arms for a backslide pin... ... ...1 ... ...The Senator kicks out right before the two count! McNally: Steve Phillips is known for his own backslide cradle, but at the same time, Yoko has had a history of finding ways to do her opponent's specialties, and add her own extra touch...and wait, another pin? As soon as the Senator kicks out of the backslide, Yoko jumps up, hooking both arms from behind, and rolling back into a crucifix cradle... ... ...1 ... ...2 ...Phillips kicks out again! Edison: I think Yoko's playing some hefty mind games here with these early pins! She can't get the win just yet, and she knows it, but maybe she can throw the Senator off his game even more if she keeps forcing him to answer her offence like this!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 15:00:38 GMT -5
Yoko pulls the Senator up by the arm, whipping him into the corner, and running in with a flying clothesline…but before she can connect, Phillips catches her in midair, and throws Yoko into the turnbuckle, back first. The Senator hits a quick knee strike, backs off by a step, pulls his arm back, and brings it forward with a blazing chop, immediately following with an elbow to the head, and repeating the series several times over. Yoko raises her guard, but leaves her torso open for attack, and Phillips catches the opening, unleashing an one-two punch combo to the ribs, finally finishing his onslaught with a lunging knee that drops his opponent to a sitting position in the corner.
Edison: He’s snapped! He’s snapped!
Steve Phillips pulls Yoko out of the corner, feet first, and holding onto the left leg, turns his opponent over into the Tax Cut, stepping on her head in the process.
McNally: It's obvious that the Senator is not going to try to end the match with this submission.
Yoko is too tough to tap out, especially at this point, and endures in the hold, not trying to escape or counter just yet. Yoko’s patience only seems to further aggravate Phillips, and he responds with a nasty stomp to the head, and squats down further, taking the casual submission and making it much more effective. Yoko reaches out, holding onto the Senator's foot, managing to displace it from her head, but at the same time, Phillips drops the submission, and simply kicks his opponent in the ribs.
Edison: Um, ouch. I think I like this nasty side of the Senator!
Phillips looks down at his foe, again throwing out a kick to the midsection. Yoko covers up under the ferocious attacks, her shell defense seemingly able to absorb the damage with minimal risk. Seeing this, the Senator steps back, motioning for his opponent to rise. Yoko does not fail him in that regard, as she rolls to her back, and kips up. Before Phillips can properly react, Yoko kicks him in straight in the knee, before shooting in and taking her opponent down with a sliding drop toe hold. Yoko rolls over, and chains the takedown right into a grounded side headlock.
McNally: Interesting strategy by Yoko. Her greatest weakness is probably a lethal standup striking game, and she's not only taking that option away from Phillips at the time, but she's also forcing him to calm down a bit, and revert to his more technical side.
Yoko tries her best, but cannot keep the submission on the mat for long, as the Senator gets his legs under him, and stands up, immediately ducking back down, slipping out of the hold, and going into a rear waistlock, all the best to hit a low angle German suplex...
Edison: Oh, I bet you a fifty that he's going for a backdrop next, Maxie...
Sure enough, Phillips goes for the second move in the Senatorial Series, after rolling up to his feet from hitting the German, and taking Yoko with him. Unfortunately, predictability is a bad thing in a situation like this, as Yoko flips out of the back suplex attempt, landing on her feet, and reaching forward, re-applying the side headlock. The Senator seems a bit tired of the relatively weak submission at this point, exploding to his feet, and practically dashing back into the ropes, hoping to use the momentum to shove his pesky opponent off...but Yoko not only holds on, but takes Phillips back down to the mat with a bulldog, holding on with the headlock even after the impact.
McNally: I might have misjudged Yoko, I now think she's actually trying to antagonize the Senator, rather than calm him, with these repeated headlocks.
Yoko leans up, and with a quick semi-hop off the mat, plants her opponent's face back down into the mat. This appears to be the final straw, as Phillips again stands up in the side headlock, throwing a back elbow, and now snapmaring Yoko over into a seated position. The Senator looks down, and takes the full measure of his target, before unleashing a veritable barrage of soccer ball kicks into his opponent's back. Phillips takes his shot at the back, seeing Yoko properly slumped over, he steps around, running off the ropes, and returning with an ugly Penalty Kick to the chest, flattening his opponent, and going for a pin...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 15:01:08 GMT -5
...Yoko kicks out without much time to spare! The Senator does not relent on his attack, running off the ropes now, and with a jump that seems almost to defy gravity for a moment, pulls his feet up, and brings his knees down onto his opponent's head with a frighful King Kong Knee Drop. With the clear momentum on his side now, the Senator takes his breath for a moment, before taking Yoko off the mat, hitting a knife-edge chop, and backing her into the near turnbuckle before attempting a hammer throw into the opposite corner. Yoko is able to reverse the whip, though, and Phillips flies into the corner, back first, his head almost hitting the corner post on impact. This seems to inspire Yoko, as a slight smirk almost seems to appear on her face, as she dashes in, hitting a high angle Shining Wizard on her opponent, almost flying over the top of the ropes in the process. She lands back on her feet, regardless, allowing Phillips to stumble a few steps out of the turnbuckles...and before he knows what's hit him, Yoko leaps off the ropes, turning around in mid air into a perfect Enzuirgiri, with the Kriss Kross.
McNally: That almost seemed to resemble Skurai's Lobotomizer finishing techinique...and it led right into the move Kross once called the Redeemer, interesting choice of moves, I might say.
The Senator does not immediatly fall after recieving the kick to the head, but it might have been better if he had, for Yoko turns him around, dragging him away from the corner, and hitting a plunging double arm DDT, the headfirst impact of the move sending Phillips tumbling over onto his back.
Edison: The Mark of the Rose! That move cost the Senator the loss in his first ACW match!
Yoko does not immediatly go for the pin, but runs again to the near ropes, springing off with a beautiful moonsault off the middle rope, landing square on Phillips for a pin...
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Edison: Manomanoman! She just got merked!
McNally: I think that Phillips is looking for Yoko's last weakness. If you remember, the closest anyone's had of besting Ms. Satoshi in the ring was when Fallout's Violet Cyrilla used a near identical punch to not only knock Yoko out, but re-aggravate her old nosebleed problems. And as we speak, Mr. Fleming is continuing his ten count.
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The Flower of Carnage pounds the mat, and impressively gets up to her feet, only for the Senator to run in from his neutral corner, with a Partisan Kick...which misses by a hair, and as he staggers back around, Yoko jumps up, and catches the International champion with the Flying Guillotine.
Edison: It's done and finished now!
Yoko recollects herself once again, having been taken a bit off guard by the landing, and goes for the pin and the win...
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Edison: No freaking way! Nobody's ever kicked out of that move! Ever!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 30, 2007 15:02:20 GMT -5
Yoko can hardly believe it, and an angry look of frustration crosses her face. Exhaustion has firmly set in for both wrestlers in the match, and it's a good while before anyone moves very much. Yoko finally catches her breath, the frustration more present than it hardly has ever shown, but she's never allowed such adversity to get the better of her before, and slaps the mat, as she tries to pick the Senator up...but again, Phillips surprises, as he lunges in, lifting Yoko off her feet, and hitting his spinning version of the Schwein, the Polarizer. Instead of covering, the Senator again takes Yoko off the mat, stunning her with a few elbows and ducking behind, lifting Yoko well off her feet with a rear waistlock variation, moving an arm up, as he slowly walks forward in the dead lift, and finally falls back hard, delivering a rare Dead End Filibuster, right into a pin...
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McNally: Now, it's Yoko's turn to astound the crowd with her ability to endure frightful damage!
Phillips almost seems to have expected the kickout, and he gets up, circling around, and waiting for an opportunity to open. Yoko tries to roll up to her feet, but Phillips has other ideas, and slides in with a short, low angle Partisan Kick, effectively stunning Yoko enough for him to grab her by the hair, and forcefully hold the former ACW champ up to her feet, motioning with a rapid twist of the wrist on his free hand, and a thumb juxtaposed across the throat for something unpleasant.
McNally: This very well could mean the end of what has been a truly exceptional match...
The Senator holds Yoko back by the roots of her hair, stepping to the side, and raising his right arm straight out and behind himself, before swinging it in for his horizontal chop to the unprotected throat, the Deadline...but Yoko has other thoughts, leaping up, spinning around, while hooking both the Senator's arms in position for a crucifix pin...but instead of just falling back into the cradle, the Flower of Carnage SNAPS back, the sheer momentum pulling her opponent over, and spiking him directly on his head in a gut-wrenching landing. Yoko is too exhausted, however, to go for an immediate pin, instead remaining on the mat, slowly trying to make progress towards the decimated Senator.
Edison: Woah man, that's nothing short of DAAAAAAAAAANGGRRRRRRRROUSSSSS!!!
Yoko Satoshi crawls over, rolling her opponent over, and into a pin...
McNally: That has to end it, even the Senator has his limits, and I doubt that a single person in ACW could escape the pin here.
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Phillip: Your winner, and THE 2007 EMPEROR...er...EMPRESS OF THE RING, YOKO SATOSHI!
The crowd can barely breathe after such an entrancing duel, and their applause and cheers fill up every inch of space in the arena. Yoko gets up slowly, her evident fatigue clear indication of just how stiff a challenge the Senator managed to put up; as for the Senator himself, he stays sitting on the mat once he recovers a little from the final attack, getting his head back together.
Yoko stares at him, and then slides out of the ring. The tone of the crowd changes immediately, becoming tense, and a couple of boos are heard as at least some of the fans are already anticipating another weapon-based assault. Even as this is occurring, however, attention is drawn to the other end of the arena; Chairman Gingerdude has come out on to the stage, and he has in his hands the Emperor of the Ring trophy, which is always awarded to the tournament victor.
Ginger: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to extend my congratulations to our 2007 Emperor of the Ring, and invite her to come up here and receive this fine award in recognition of her success. Yoko, please join me on the stage.
Yoko hesitates almost imperceptibly, so that it’s impossible to tell if she had any other action in mind. She walks up the ramp, and smiles as Ginger shakes her hand and hands over her prize; Yoko holds it up, and the crowd comes back around again, cheering in response. They all know that the real prize is one you can’t show off to the cameras… a shot at any championship, at any time of the Emperor’s choosing in the next 12 months.
And so EOTR ends on an apparently positive note; it looks as if Chairman Gingerdude intends to keep an eye on his newly crowned Emperor.
But as an old saying goes, never forget the Golden Rule; he who has the gold, makes the rules.
He may not be able to call himself Emperor, but that hardly matters; the Rule of Starkweather has begun…
And it’s not going to be for the weak of heart.
Fade to Black.
End Of Show.
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Post by scrawn on Sept 30, 2007 15:03:50 GMT -5
I thought the real Golden Rule was "when talking of girls, thou must delivereth pics"
Regardless, awesome show and congrats to Yoko. Now lets see if he can break the curse...
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Post by BK London on Sept 30, 2007 15:05:00 GMT -5
Let this be known, a new era of ACW has started tonight I say. TONIGHT! Good small show by the way.
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Post by jonnyomega on Sept 30, 2007 15:30:43 GMT -5
Great show. Congratulations to our new World Champ and our new Emperor of the Ring.
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