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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:20:11 GMT -5
Savich lifts up the board and slides it into the ring. He quickly follows and slides in. Limelight continues to work on the shoulder with the hammer lock as he allows time for Nicholas to set up his death trap. Contradicting what he was planning before, Nicholas collapses one of the legs on the table, and instead props it up in the corner, going diagonally. He now rests the light tube board on top of the table. Limelight begins to toy with Jay Zero now, repeatedly slapping him in the back of the head. "Lime! Hurry! I have a plan!" Nicholas walks over and looks towards one of the remaining three corners. He points and then says... [/center] "Why don't you introduce that shoulder ..... to that ring post?" Limelight acts with no questions asked. He lets go of the hammer lock and grabs Jay by the pants, and then by the hair. He runs forward and with all his might, THROWS Jay shoulder first into the ring post, resulting in a scream we've never, ever heard from Jay. He rolls out of the corner and drops back into the ring, writhing in tons of pain, holding the shoulder. In another corner, Nicholas has already succeeded in removing the protective covering. Limelight picks Jay back up and puts him in a hammerlock once more. He clubs him in the side of the head and then rams the shoulder into the unprotected metal of the turnbuckle. Jay's screams only become louder at this point and medical attention seems very necessary. Nicholas says "Enough" and then Limelight drops Jay in the center of the ring, allowing him to breath. Nicholas grabs a microphone and then grabs the clipboard that he brought to the ring and walks over towards Jay. Savich: Ahh good old Jay Zero! He acts tough when he's sucker punching old fella's like me! But when he steps into the spot light - he's really nothing but all talk! Did you suffer enough Jay? Hmm? Answer me! He lowers the microphone towards Jays mouth, but all we hear is deep, heavy breathing and slight coughing. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Now this is just wrong - we need help out here! Savich: Well Jay, personally, I don't think you've suffered quite enough yet. Sooo. Limelight pounces forward with several stomps right on his left shoulder. He shrieks out and Savich finally stops his associate. Savich: Alright! Enough, enough! Jay, all you gotta do is say a few magic words, and I'll stop! I'll stop the pain! I'll stop the suffering! I'll stop the embarrassment! All you need to do! Is sign --- the contract! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Contract? Contract, what contract? Savich: It's quite an easy decision if you ask me! Just sign on the dotted line and you'll be on your way to fame and fortune beyond your wildest dreams, Jay! So what do you say?! He lowers the microphone -- but still, nothing. [/center] Nicholas signals and gives Limelight the green light. Once again, another hard stomp is delivered to the shoulder. Savich: I don't want to hurt you anymore! I really don't! But -- You're making this hard on me Jay! All you gotta do is say "Yes!" So do it Jay -- say yes! Maxwell McNally: Well --- I think the question here is. "Say yes to what?" Nicholas keeps staring down at Jay, hopelessly waiting for a responce. [/center] Savich: Jay don't make me tell Limelight to pick you up and choke slam you straight to hell like he did a month ago! JUST! SAY! YEEESS! Quite obviously now, he's becoming upset. He leans over and puts the microphone to Jays mouth --- and still, all we hear is deep breathing.
Several seconds pass, and then they seem like they turn into ages. [/center] .... No .. The crowd doesn't know quite how to react, but Nicholas' head shoots back in Jays direction and his eyes are bulging nearly out of his head at this point. His lips are quivering and he finally yells out. [/center] Savich: YOU MADE A FOOL OF ME BACK THEN AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I'M GOING TO LET YOU DO IT AGAIN! YOU NEVER! EVER SAY NO TO ME JAY ZERO! NEVER![/COLOR][/B] Nicholas throws the microphone to the mat and starts screaming at Limelight. "GO! GO! GO!" Limelight grabs Jay by the throat and lifts him up to his feet. He drags him over to the table and light tube fixture that Nicholas has propped up in the corner and the crowd begins to gasp while pulling out their cameras at the same time. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:20:34 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally: Oh god no! He's--He's hurt! "GOOO!" Limelight has his hand wrapped around Jay's throat rather tightly as he stares down at the target. Jay starts to shake his head, but before he can reason with the monster, he is lifted nearly seven feet up into the air with only one hand and then slammed through the several light bulbs and the wooden frame of the table. ! PSSSH ! CRACK ! [/b][/size] "HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!" [/center] 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Oh... Oh my...That...That! Maxwell McNally: Go ahead ... 'Fast' Eddie Edison: THAT WAS DAAAAAANGEEEERROOOOUUUUUUS! OH MY! JAY'S BODY HAS TO BE BROKEN AFTER THAT! I mean! Hell! All those shards of glass and that table sure is broken! Jay Zero's body is just that: Broken. He lays in the middle of a pile of broken shards of glass and splinters of wood. I'm sure his shoulder isn't bothering him as much anymore -- because I doubt he CAN feel anything right now. He's out for the count. Nicholas Savich grabs the Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Title and slams it into Limelights chest. He glances down at Jay Zero -- yet he doesn't even show a smile.
"Freak" by Silverchair starts playing, and that cues the exit for these two as they've sure as hell done enough damage. Savich has already exited the ring -- But Limelight hasn't. All he can do is stand in the ring and stare at what he's done. His eyes don't leave Jay Zero for one moment. Medical assistants have all surrounded the ring, but merely the fact that Limelight is still in it has prevented them from even attempting to reach Jay Zero.
Finally the monster looks out into the crowd --- and smiles. He drops to the ground, making sure there's no broken shards of glass there first, and he rolls out of the ring with his Heavyweight Title slated over his shoulder. He starts walking to the back as the medical crew all dive into the ring to start separating the pieces of broken glass and table away from the shards of a broken Jay Zero....
We begin to fade out and then cut to the backstage area at this time... [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:21:07 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Learning to let go (Credit: AK)
During the unscheduled match
The last few weeks have not been the easiest for ACW’s chairman, Gingerdude. Quite apart from the events in his personal life, his sudden and unexpected loss of a competent personal assistant in the form of Kiley Johnson has left him struggling to cope with all the administration a large organization like ACW requires.
Maybe it’s because he built the fed with his bare hands, but Ginger finds it very hard to find people he truly feels comfortable sharing confidential information with. As he struggles with a temperamental PC, trying to complete the month’s balance sheet whilst keeping half an eye on the unexpected action in his ring, he is oblivious to the door to his office slowly opening.
Alicia Laureano is able to walk into the room, up to Ginger’s desk, and re-arrange his pen pot in an absent-minded fashion before he notices she is there.
Ginger: What the- when did you arrive?
Alicia plays with a pencil, turning it over in her fingers.
Alicia: Thursday. I’m getting quite good at the ol’ ninja entrances and exits.
Ginger smirks a little, and is promptly rewarded with the blue screen of death, causing him to curse and chuck his wireless mouse down on the desk in frustration.
Ginger: AAAAAAAGH, stupid, stupid Vista! Alicia!
Alicia: Hmm?
Ginger: Assassinate Bill Gates, at once.
Alicia: I already tried that, Ginge. Turns out he’s a robot being controlled by Steve Jobs so that all the Mac users will have someone to hate and not notice what a load of crap DRM is.
Ginger raises an eyebrow as if to say “Really?” but then shakes his head and gestures to the chair in front of him.
Ginger: Have a seat.
Alicia does just that. Ginger kicks his PC with a practiced aim, causing it to reboot. He leans back in his chair.
Ginger: So… I kind of had a feeling you’d be here tonight.
Alicia’s eyebrow raises a little.
Alicia: You always did know me better than most, Jonathon. Can I call you that?
Ginger shrugs.
Ginger: Sure. We’re not on air… at least we’d better not be, or there will be a round of firing in the production booth.
They both look round instinctively, in case anyone’s about to fall out of potted plant or otherwise materialize with a camera, but nothing occurs. Ginger relaxes back again.
Ginger: I’m gathering you haven’t told anyone yet, then.
Alicia sighs, and shakes her head.
Alicia: No. To be honest, I don’t have the foggiest idea where to start. I’ve worked alongside some of these people for four years straight, and… I’ve never been good at partings.
She scratches her head. Ginger clasps his fingers together.
Ginger: I’ve got your letter in my desk draw. It’s not too late to tear it up, if you’re having second thoughts.
Alicia smiles, and shakes her head slowly.
Alicia: No. The reasons for my decision stand. Besides, I needed something to make me focus on what I want long-term. But it’s still going to be tough making the break.
Ginger nods. There is a pause; he and Alicia always knew this time would come, and it was never going to be easy for either of them. On the tv, the action in the ring is getting intense; Zero takes a mighty blow, and Ginger winces.
Ginger: The things people put themselves through here… it still surprises me, even now.
Alicia: That’s good. The day you start losing perspective over what it means to do what we do is the day you should get out.
This time, Ginger raises an eyebrow.
Ginger: Perhaps. Though if I may say so, in your case the opposite is true.
He collects together some paper scattered on his desk which has been annoying him. On top is the set of contracts for the main event, and Alicia gazes at them for a few seconds, wistfully.
Alicia: You know, part of me would give anything to be in there with them. After what happened in my match with Cheng, I was almost tempted to storm in here and demand to be given a shot as recompense for BK totally fucking things up.
Ginger: Oh?
Alicia: Yes… but that was just my pride getting shirty. That’s not the way I do things, never has been, and never will be. No, the men in that ring tonight are the right ones, and that’s what matters.
There is another pause. On the TV, the match is ending in bloody fashion, and Alicia’s face takes on a look of concern.
Alicia: Shit, that looked really bad…
Ginger: God, yes… I’d better give Gibson a heads-up.
He picks up the phone, and Alicia stands. She can see that Ginger’s got work to do. She holds up a hand and indicates that she’ll let herself out… but just then, a thought strikes her. A mysterious smile crosses her face.
Alicia: Oh, boss?
Ginger looks up at her, half-paying attention.
Alicia: It looks as if Project Aqua will be complete in time for Fallen Heroes.
Still smiling, she exits the office. Ginger’s thoughts are clearly diverted; he looks slightly nervous… but also slightly excited, too.
Ginger: Hmmm… intriguing. They might just pull this off- Hello? Yes, Medical, you’ve got a major alert coming your way, be ready….
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:23:41 GMT -5
Segment: Ooh, I Hope Its Shiny!
Credit: A.Starr Camera opens on Andrew Starr walking down the hallways of ACW, humming a little tune to himself. He is still out of breathe, the finish of his match having only come a few minutes before hand. Various crewmen and workers congratulate him on his spectacular finish and win to earn him the new title. Of course, all this is lost on Andrew. His mind is set on getting to Gingerdude's office to get his new title belt. He avoids a moderately large group of crew and sidles his way past, leading him to right in front of Ginger's door. Normally, Starr would just barge in, but he is in an especially good mood after his victory, so decides to show the boss some respect for once.
*KNOCK, KNOCK*
Ok, maybe it was a bit hard of a knock, but at least Starr is doing better then usual. After a quick 'Come in' by Ginger, Andrew opens the door to an all too familiar office. Ginger waves for Starr to come and sit down, but doesnt look up for more then a moment from his desk. Andrew takes a seat in the chair across from Ginger, and just sits. A few moments of silence pass, enough to make Ginger look up to see a smiling Andrew Starr looking back at him expectantly. Ginger moves to ask Starr what he wants just as Andrew jumps into a sentence. Starr: Well?Gingerdude: Well what? Starr: Where is it?Gingerdude: Wheres what? Starr gives Gingerdude a moments flash of rage before calming down and getting to the point. [/i] Starr: Where is the new title?Gingerdude: Oh, that. I have it. Starr: Ok, but can I have it, you know, since I am champion and all?Gingerdude: No. Not yet. Starr: What, is it out getting shined or something? Finishing touches still not done on the details and MY nameplate?Gingerdude: Yah, details are getting finished for you. Special title we got coming in for you. Starr: Well good! By the way, is there any way that I could get the name of my new title? Or maybe a design sheet? Anything?Gingerdude: Look, Starr, Im busy right now. I dont have time to be spent talking to you. You, along with everyone else, will find out the titles name and belt come Thursday on Meltdown. But until then, its going to be a surprise for you Andrew. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish up on. Starr looks a bit put back for not being told anything about his title, but doesnt care to push the issue at this moment. There's partying to be done in the Entourage Locker Room. [/i] Starr: Ok, thank you for your time sir.Ginger gives Starr a wave of the hand to signify he's at least partially listening. Starr, garnering that Ginger isnt going to be much for talkative, shows himself out the door and back into the hallway. That big group of workers is still there, and Andrew has to sidle around them once more before he can continue on down to the Entourage Locker Room. As the scene begins to fade, there are certainly questions that arent just on Andrew's mind, but many others.
What will the new title be?
Will Hughes be coming back with a vengence in mind to get his title back?
Why the hell would someone call a re-raise on an Ace, Ace, Queen flop against someone on the button?
Well, Im sure not so much the last one. But it is a good question.
Fade to Black End Segment.[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:24:54 GMT -5
Segment: Debut (Credit: Blaine Stone) The scene opens to darkness, a screen that only had a few minuscule specks of lights, giving a sense of emptiness suitable for the words that were being spoken. There was a charismatic flair to his voice, but there was a slight hint of something sinister that was being hidden by that soothing voice.
Blaine Stone: In the beginning, there was only darkness, yet from nothingness there was a sudden trigger, a catalyst that sent the wheel of fate spinning from time's commencement.
A dramatic change in imagery appears, the span of billions of years appearing on the screen as the universe and the earth begin to take shape.
Blaine Stone: The heavens and the earth came to be, and on this special planet, this mere blue ball of various elements, there was something that stood out, something that led to the creation of the most powerful beings in the universe.. This being has been blessed with the innate power to causes this world to strive... or to lead to its ultimate doom, but these beings... have done the unthinkable..
Religious iconography appropriate to the words being spoken appear on the screen: old Norse images showing the climatic final battle of the gods, numerous photographs of satanic imagery, paintings of the earth being scorched by fire burning the flesh of men.
Blaine Stone: They have triggered the beginning of Ragnarok, the onset of the Apocalypse, the divine devouring of fire.. The being responsible is none other than man. Man was born with not only intellect that far surpasses any animal but also a gift that could very well put them on the same realm of a god, the knowledge of good and evil.
Then, there was an appropriate change in imagery, with the image of Eve giving the forbidden fruit to Adam as the serpent wrapped itself around a branch on the tree appearing on the screen..
Blaine Stone: Even with these great gifts, man has lead itself down a downward spiral. A world run by finance.. The symbol of power in this world is not determined by physical prowess or mental intelligence, but it is by bankrolls and sex appeal.
To add emphasis to the bankrolls, a recent image of Alex Richmond was used, and for sex appeal, it was no surprise that Thunderkiss and one of his lovely ladies were used. Afterwards, footage of pollution, toxic waste, and animals suffering because of the damage done to their homes due to human intervention.
Blaine Stone: Greed has blinded humanity and led to shameful wasting of the Earth's limited resources. The man-made black clouds fill the sky and causes poison to rain down from the sky and poison to fill the atmosphere, suffocating this great planet even more. Man has been savagely killing one another for the ages. War after the war, atrocity after atrocity, man has decided to doom itself by going down the path of evil. Politicians, the so-called voices of the the people fill the ears of the people with the sweetest of lies, the most eloquent deception.
The Senator was shown as the corrupt politician in this sense, with footage of the Senator campaigning in and out of the ring, even going as far as to show footage of the Senatorial Stable standing tall in victory at Ragnarok '08.
Blaine Stone: These Pied Pipers lead their followers, lead them to drown in a sea of lies while masking the imperfections of their administration with illusionary troubles, politicians seeking only personal glory and monetary wealth. Money.. glory... all temporary things... Men cling on to these fleeting moments and treasure temporary treasures, but I offer something that will forever be, an eternal paradise...
Golden, heavenly gates open up on as the scene zooms through the cloud-filled scenery until a grand, golden palace appears on the screen before focusing on white doves flying in the sky in slow-motion.
Blaine Stone: Let me open your minds, and you too can bask in the golden light. We will be responsible for the creation of the noosphere, the higher realm of human thought. Follow me, children of the sky, and become gods among mere mortals.. or be forever damned and punished in the Final Judgment.. And that, my children, is written in Stone..
]Telemarketer: To reach a higher plane of existence, call 1 800 17 LIGHT (54448) and send your donations to The Temple of the Golden Order. 1320-143 Carling Avenue; Ottawa, ON -K1Z 8N8. Remember, enlightenment is one donation away..
Of course, the number flashed in bold, golden digits on the screen along with the address to make sure that the loyal legion can have access to the eternal.
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:26:06 GMT -5
Segment: Vivid Nightmares (Credit: FSX)
What is it that frightens you more then anything else in the world? Is it thoughts that you will end up perishing alone in the filth that surrounds you? That you will have nothing to strive on and live for as you are stricken down unmercifully from someone, for no true reason? Perhaps that life is nothing but a dream of another, and eventually they will simply wake up and your existence will cease to be? Or maybe, just maybe, your horrified of clowns. I mean, they are pretty creepy. They are supposed to be nice and joyful, but in the end they are sick and vile human beings. Seriously. There is absolutely nothing to be pleased about, or nothing to respect about the life of an entertainer who horrifies and disgusts more individuals then he supplies joy for. But really, that isn't of any importance. Yet, anyway. The fact and point of all this is that we all have our individual fears, and we have things that cause us such personal drama and will leave us begging for an escape. But really, how can one escape his own slumber? How can someone escape the horror that lies in their dreams, and consumes their minds? Is their any way? No...
When you become entrapped and captured by your own mind, and it displays horrors and evil that you want nothing to do with, and you just want to leave you, it will dawn on you that your the one causing it. If you truly wanted it to disappear it simply would, but a part of you wants you to live the same events and fears over and over and over again. This leads us to what can at the least be called an unusual situation for those viewing at home. Fallen Souls, who had previously been seen this evening enjoying the sight of Kevin Fitsharris grieving a cow that he thought was dead, but was actually lying in wait so it could attack the Capitalist, had fallen asleep soon before the brutality. The frightened and paranoid cameraman had left him there to his fate as he ran for his life, but now as he is shown once again, and the room seems to of been cleared of any past crate's or carnage, his sleep still seemed somewhat distraught. Yes, a tongue twister of a situation. As he rocked back and forth, the camera man jumped as sounds were heard echoing through the room.
Disembodied voice: The end is coming....again.
Fallen seems to almost shake and shiver at the words as he grips even tighter onto the title he had won a few weeks earlier, the voice becoming louder and closer as it persists.
Voice: Gold will rain, as it reaches the hands of the man that desires it most. Deserves it most.
A look of irritation and sadness seems to be growing on Fallen's face, his eyes almost seeming to shut tighter a small frown shows.
Voice: The time is coming faster then ever before, and soon enough we will see what we want to see. We will hear what we want to hear.
Clearly moving back and forth in his slumber now, FSX is basically clinging onto his title. Still, however, the voice grows closer and closer to him as it grows louder and louder.
Voice: When it finally arrives, the world will know the truth! It will transcend time! The transitional champion of the evening will not go by the name of 'Jake Cheng', but rather 'Fallen Souls!'
Fallen seems to be quaking now as he rocks back and forth, eventually even falling off the couch as he begins to stir, and the voice is basically yelling at him now!
Voice: Sixteen days is all that you deserve, Fallen Souls! There is no question that the world will never respect the X again as you fail once more!
FSX: No...it won't happen like that again.
As Fallen begins to stir and slowly awaken in the ground on the heap, he opens his eyes and has a good look around as the voice continues to echo through the room.
Voice: You have done nothing to deserve the praise you are rewarded with day in and day out, and tonight everyone in the world will look to you and simply laugh as Jon Taylor stands victorious!
FSX: NO!! I won't let him win it back! It's mine!!
Making his way back to his feet and beginning to look around around the room quickly, FSX looks just a bit frightened as he continues to hold onto the title for his dear life.
Voice: There is no question. Fallen, you must now go and lose the title! Allow the children to laugh at your suffering!! Your match is now...go and prove the world right!
FSX: NEVER!! The world is wrong and it is always going to be wrong until it believes in me, damn it! I won't let it be right again! Your just crazy! Everyone is crazy!! You all suck! Leave me alone! AHHH!!
With quite a fuss Fallen looks about to cry as he sprints out of the room holding onto his title, likely headed in the direction of the ring as he heard his match was just about to take place. As he leaves the room, the voice is heard laughing to itself and Fitsharris casually rises up from behind the couch, holding a plate with what appears to be a steak on it.
Fitsharris: That's what you get for leaving me to fight with a cow to the death, jerk! Now then...time for some dinner!
Licking his lips, Fitsharris now sits on the couch and begins to eat the steak, perhaps in some kind of sick victory celebration as he savors the meat. One has to wonder why Fitsharris is such an asshole, but the answer for that will likely come another day. As many likely wonder how Bessie tastes, the true pressing matter is the fact it's time for a match! An important match, that happens to be taking place quite a bit later on a stacked card of wonder! Many likely wonder who will win the match, but it really doesn't qualify for questioning. There are no answers after all, yet. Soon enough, however, we will discover who is the TRUE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:27:35 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW International Title Match Jon Taylor vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: FSX)
INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! Match 6: Jon Taylor vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: FSX)
It's time for the second of our four...or I suppose three technically, especially seeing the Light heavyweight Title doesn't exist anymore, matches. The crowd in attendance doesn't seem to be paying much attention to the ring at the moment, instead cheering and dancing about for a monkey who has aroused there interests by dancing in the audience. What fun! But as Phillip makes his way into the ring, and makes his presence known by basically gagging loudly into the microphone, the monkey loses it's attention and everyone turns their cheering to the ring! No reason they shouldn't either, as this next contest could be questioned as one of the most anticipated of the night. Both men have been quite intense in showing their unrivaled desires to cling onto the International title and never let go, and both have their individual reasons. For FSX, it is likely a title of respect and represents that on this occasion, one of many, his future in ACW is actually looking up. Actually looking into the long run for one of the first times in years. On the other side of the fence, or as it shall be called for the moment 'ring' we see Jon Taylor. The man may be a bit green in an ACW ring, but he really has been defining himself as one of the best the world has to offer. His anger for losing the belt likely stems for the fact it was to an untested opponent he should of been ready for, and the fact it tarnishes the name of the Ultimate Competitor. Talk about an unattractive gimmick change so far! But will he prove that potential in it remains? Or will FSX actually manage to hold this title for more then 16 days this time around? It's time to find out, as Phillip is ready to make our introductions!
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is for the loved and sought after, even loved at times, but rarely called in the morning...ACW INTERNATIONAL TITLE!
Many are heard mumbling about some of the...odd, let's say, comments that Phillip has been making. But if anyone changes from match to match, it's him.
Phillip: Introducing first, our challenger this evening. Accompanied to the ring by Bill 'The Trainer' Wright. He hails as the Ultimate Competitor from Louisville, Kentucky, and weighs in tonight at well over 237lbs....JON TAYLOR!!
The lights dim for a moment as 'Out of my way' by Seether begins to play, before someone in the back fixes the lights and Jon Taylor makes his way out from the back. He has a look of determination on his face tonight as he pays little mind to his fans rattling about and cheering his appearance, as Bill scurries along behind him like a rat following something shiny, or dairy. Jon looks over his shoulder to his trainer for a single moment before quickly making his way into the ring, running up a turnbuckle to casually look around the arena, before dropping down into the ring and staring up the ramp, a small smirk on his face as he waits.
Phillip: And his opponent...
With no time to spare, the ridiculously long PPV theme of FSX begins to start up as Phillip is introducing him, otherwise a mark wouldn't even be placed on it!
Phillip: Hailing from the land next to the land of the rising sun...Seoul, South Korea. He weighs in tonight at a slimming and tiny man weight of 192lbs. He is your current International Champion....FALLEN SOULS!
Before the end of Phillip's introduction Jon is already looking ready to rush up the entrance ramp to meet FSX, and he actually slides out of the ring to do so as he begins his way up the entrance ramp. Unfortunately for him, Fallen has yet to begin his descent of the mighty entrance ramp. As Taylor reaches the top and has a good look around, unusual pyros begin to go off all around him as he runs and jumps around to dodge them, his eyes bugging out of his head almost as he stumbles back down the ramp and slides back into the ring, much to the bemusement of the fans. After another moment, Fallen makes his way from the backstage area and smirks a bit, quite pleased that the clown of this match has effectively moved from him to Taylor. Take that, evil of Thundergy! As Fallen makes his way down the ramp, he holds onto his title tightly and seems quite reluctant to relinquish it, even as he rolls into the ring and makes sure Taylor doesn't just pounce him with an attack. Both men stare at one another, before Fallen hands the title to the referee and stares intently at it as it's raised up, and Phillip makes his way out of the ring finally. Looks like it's match time! And just enough of Fallen's ridiculously long theme has gotten to play, too!
Bell Rings.
And finally the match is underway! Just as many would of expected, it is likely to be a slow and methodical contest as both men aren't about to waste energy attempting to get an early advantage! Well, unless they were frightened by pyro's going off and made an ass off, thus deciding to kill their opponent to reconcile this awkward situation. Seems something like that happened, so I guess it's not all that shocking that Taylor was the first to attempt an attack and take advantage in the match. Unfortunately, Fallen seemed all too ready as Jon ran forward and attempted to deliver a Jumping Knee on him, easily moving away and seeming to almost laugh to himself as he posed for the crowd, turning back to Taylor and getting smacked in the face, before hit with a spinning back fist. Wait, that's nothing to celebrate! Fallen stumbles back immediately following the shot, and hardly gets to recollect his thoughts as Taylor was immediate to follow up with that same Jumping Knee he'd missed a few moments earlier. Managing easy impact this time around, FSX quickly fell to the ground and held his beautiful face, not really getting any time to recover as Taylor quickly began to nail stiff kicks to his body well he was down, driving the toe of his boot into his ribs over and over, allowing FSX to bounce and writhe on the mat before returning quickly to his feet and trying to get into a defensive stance, seeming almost lost in the ring as he clutched onto his ribs and tried to regain his surroundings, instead gaining a foot in his hands, as Fallen finally catches a glance of what Taylor is planning and tries to duck as he jumps for the enzigiri, failing miserably as it almost looks like he was trying to head butt Taylor's foot, falling back into the ropes a moment later as Taylor is quick to his feet and scoffing at how easy this all is for him.
Stunned and shocked by what has been going on so far Fallen doesn't appear to know how to defend himself as Taylor doesn't give him any time to think up an educated defense and quickly pulls him back from his seat on the second rope and whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring, ready as he comes running back from the momentum and easily hitting him with a dropkick as he runs straight into it once again. As Fallen rolls on the ring and seems to just be trying desperately to escape the assault of the true Ultimate Competitor, he again doesn't really get the chance as the second Taylor has his senses back with him there was no real chance of freedom from the mad challenger, FSX letting out an audible groan to those in attendance as his foot was grabbed before he could scamper out of the ring, and he was slowly dragged back into the ring as he reached and clawed desperately at the mat for escape, instead being locked in a body scissors as Taylor pulls Fallen closer to him and begins to deal clubbing blows to his temples over and over, sending him back and forth with each punch as Fallen tries futilely to guess where the next punch is coming from and cover himself up, managing to garner a laugh from Jon as he easily was slamming fist after fist into Fallen's face. Many in attendance seemed almost a bit off at how easily and symbolically dominant that Taylor had been so far, losing alot of hope in the champion that hardly won the title to begin with. Was all hope gone already for FSX? Taylor seems to think so, almost losing interest in his constant jabs and hooks from behind into Fallen's head, looking about to break the hold himself before FSX suddenly reaches within him and decides the best defense is a good offense, swinging back with a few elbows as he tried to hit Taylor good at least once and stun him enough to struggle free, missing on the first few occasions before one elbow connected with his nose and sent the challenger into a bit of a frenzy, pushing Fallen away and trying to make sure he wasn't bleeding from the direct shot. No one likes a broken nose, after all.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:28:36 GMT -5
Unfortunately, this moment of drama and weakness allowed FSX an opening to escape the assault that had so far lasted the entire contest, the Korean dynamo seeming almost already out of breathe as he rubs his face and groggily returns to his feet, a look of determination appearing on his face as he realizes what sort of a situation he finds himself in, looking over his shoulder as Taylor stumbled back to his feet and began another mad dash toward FSX, intent on bringing him back down to the mat right away with some sort of horribly evil attack to the back! Unfortunately, Fallen was prepared to counter this time around and quickly springboarded himself off the ropes, hitting a sort of variation of the launch him as he pushed back in the air well holding onto the top rope, catching Taylor as he comes running up to him and drilling both feet into his back, letting go of the top rope as Taylor is forced forward and hung up on it suddenly, Fallen clumsily rolling back into the middle of the ring as some begin to cheer his first real spurt of offense this entire contest, FSX taking a good look around to make sure he isn't imagining having the advantage for once, before running forward as he desired quite a bit to keep it, rushing up to hit him with an elbow smash as Taylor gagged and gasped at the fact his throat was driven down over the top rope in the process, launching him backward as FSX ran into another set of ropes and jumped into the air just as Taylor hit the mat, crashing down atop him with a Senton Splash almost immediately and hitting it with a decent amount of impact. Fallen seemed quite excited with his spurt of success and looked motivated to keep it going with out a real break in momentum, immediately after hitting the splash FSX found himself sitting against the groaning and agonized form of Taylor, quickly spinning himself around to face him and lock in the Inverted Cross-Armbreaker that he occasionally uses, managing the head scissors before Taylor began to escape and FSX had no choice but to let him go and quickly return to his feet. Looking as if he'd gotten up quick enough at first to maintain an advantage in the match Fallen seemed to commend himself for it and prepared to hit Taylor with another rush of offense, before once again being nailed with that same spinning back fist that had sent him stumbling at the beginning of the match, it having a very similar effect this time around as he began to fall backward, Taylor quickly turning to take a hold of Fallen and appear as if he was about to hit a suplex of some kind, instead simply lifting him up just off the mat and hitting a shin kick as he was suspended in the air for a moment, doing this for a few moments to each leg as Fallen showed quite a bit of trouble remaining on his feet as he was set down, nearly falling to his knees on the last occasion before Taylor lifted a knee to smash FSX in the face and send him back up to a standing position for a single moment, only to be hit with a snap suplex and for Taylor to roll over and attempt the first pin of the contest.
...............................ONE
...............................................TWO!
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....Kickout, of course. The combination of shin kicks, a well placed knee, and a snap suplex appears to of not been enough to put away Fallen just yet, FSX shooting up an arm well before the referee looked about to count the three on this occasion. The ease of his kick out appears to irritate Taylor quite a bit at first, sending the Ultimate man of Kentucky in a fret as he gets up and walks around the ring in irritation, Bill yelling at him to calm down from ringside as Bill is finally mentioned again. Just as Jon begins to calm down, however, we realize that FSX doesn't feel like waiting around for him to get back into the mood for fighting, as Fallen is quick to hit a running chop block to the back! Despite the fact it looked kind of cool at the time, it doesn't really succeed in even fazing Taylor as Jon simply shakes it off and turns to clothesline FSX as he gets back to his feet, managing to hit him with ease as Fallen collapses down on his stomach and groans in pain, Taylor not wasting a moment to drop to his knees over Fallen and attempt to lock in THE ALMIGHTY CLINCH OF DEATH! Unfortunately, he doesn't quite manage to get a good hold of him before Fallen squirms away and rolls out under the bottom rope to the outside, trying to catch a breathe as an angry Taylor stalks him out there. As FSX appears to be staring at a fan, Jon wastes no time rushing forward to take Fallen out once again, only to run into a ROUNDHOUSE KICK! It appears that Fallen was using the fan's glasses as a mirror to see when Taylor was coming, how unusual. As the referee now officially begins his count on the inside of the ring, (1) Fallen takes a decent advantage of the current situation and (2) quickly drags up the fallen from of Taylor to his feet, only to nail him with a knee to the gut (3) and quickly hit a JUMPING DDT. Just a moment after (4) Taylor's head bounces off the hard mat on the (5) outside, it seems almost as if there is a sort of theme going on, as FSX quickly pulls him back to (6) his feet and hits a swift claw slam, sure to squeeze Taylor's face as he drills the back of the (7) Ultimate Competitor's head into the mat on the outside of the ring. (8) As Fallen hears the count now he quickly rolls into the ring, only to roll back out of it to break it as he grabs hold of Taylor's head and (1) pushes his body into the guard rail, resting his head notably up next to it as he leaves him there and moves back to the apron of the ring. Looking around for a moment, he lets out a cry (2) and runs forward to boot Taylor's head into the the guard rail, many cringing at ringside, and even the referee in the ring, as it smacks viciously against the steel.
As many around the arena are still grimacing at the blow, Fallen can only smile and begin to pull up the protective mat outside the ring, the referee coming to warn him not to do so as Fallen disregards the comments and grabs a hold of Taylor's hair, dragging him closer up to him as a small pool of blood seems to of appeared in the general location where Taylor's head was booted into the steel, holding Jon above the exposed concrete as he set him up for a Piledriver now, many waving at him to stop as Bill made his way over to that side of ringside to attempt to stop Fallen without getting Taylor disqualified, waving at him for mercy as FSX can only laugh and grab a hold of his tights, about to pull him up and hit the maneuver when Taylor suddenly reacts from getting a moment to recover, dropping to his knees as the referee is looking away from the impending impact, clearly a bit squeamish of the likely splatter of blood that will be shooting out around the arena like a projectile, before Taylor was obviously about to have his head explode. Anyway, realizing what was going on and what was about to happen to him Taylor used his quick wits to drop to his knees and nail a low blow on Fallen, many grimacing at the trained strikers direct shot as Fallen looks about to keel over from the blow, instead being grabbed and hit with a Taylor DDT, as Fallen's face instead is the one drilled and dropped into the concrete, many grimacing at the look of Fallen beginning to spasm about a bit, the referee turning back and shuddering as he remembered he had a job to do in counting them both out. After taking a brief moment to GRIND and SCRAPE FSX's face against the concrete floor, Taylor deemed the two had been battling long enough outside the ring and lifted the broken and agonizing form of FSX back up, rolling him back into the ring before soon following him in, many in attendance applauding the two warriors for not getting counted out during their extended stay outside of the ring, and Taylor raises an arm to his fans...before getting back to work.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:30:35 GMT -5
Without even taking notice to the fact he was bleeding quite a bit from the shot he had suffered on the outside a few moments earlier, a grinning Taylor slowly picked up the shaking and convulsing form of Fallen Souls and held him up for everyone to see, pointing out the large and scary look gash on his forehead from the raking and dragging of flesh on the concrete outside, before kneeing him in the gut and locking him in a Double Underhook hold. Simply holding him there for a few moments, he seemed incredibly pleased with the position of dominance he held in the match, and without warning Taylor began to drive up several knee strikes. Unmercifully, he laughed and laughed to himself as he hit a broken Fallen with knee after knee, likely giving him a concussion in the process as this did not ever represent the maximum impact and ability that Taylor had with the knee strike, well aware of this he only hit a few knees before moving on with his offense and releasing his double underhook control to take a hold of Fallen's back. Without a moment of warning Taylor wasted no time and effort launching FSX up and bringing him down with a quite vicious looking German Suplex. Bouncing and folding around the mat like a broken slinky of some sort, Fallen eventually fell on his back and laid there, motionless, before Taylor moved over to him and lazily laid out atop him, hooking a leg as he prepared to take the match. As the referee dropped down to make the count however, Taylor suddenly shook and let out a cry as he held the back of his head, shaking and rolling off of Fallen for a moment as he sat on his knees and looked at the blood flowing from the wound he suffered earlier, looking around as it to ask just when THAT happened, before shrugging it off and returning to the pin, hooking both legs as he was aware he wasted a bit of time with his personal suffering there.
.......................................ONE!!!
.............................................TW!!!
....Tw? Yes, that's right, Taylor didn't even manage a successful two count this time around because of the time he wasted with his own personal suffering. A bit distraught from the fact that the bloody and beaten FSX kept kicking out to all of his pin attempts, Taylor decided to give him a treat of his own medicine..sort of...and began to repeatedly kick Fallen. Stomping, Straight Kicks, Delayed Kicks, Toe Kicks, Jumping Kicks, all kinds of kicks rained down on the fallen form of FSX, before a flustered Taylor decided he'd kicked enough times and dropped down once again. Rather then go for a pin this time, however, he instead took hold of an arm and wrenched himself back as he locked in an armbar on the clearly suffering champion. It didn't seem to make for much effect at much, as Fallen seemed to simply be resting, or at the least laying there motionlessly, before the torque and stretch of the move began to effect him. After a bit of struggling, FSX suddenly let out a cry and tried his damnedest to pull and get himself out of the move, winching and closing his eyes as he suffered quite clearly from the pulling hold. As the referee continuously checked with him to make sure that he had indeed not yet gave up, Fallen kept shaking his head as he tried desperately to inch a foot over to the bottom rope, groaning and crying as he tried so desperately to just reach it. Failing on his first few attempts, it almost appeared as if all hope was lost and that Fallen would have no choice but to tap out to the move, before the referee suddenly called for a break. Despite having no idea why, FSX seemed quite relieved. By a closer look at things, Fallen's foot was clearly below the bottom rope, though he had no sense to realize it. Clearly not wanting to let go of the hold, Taylor wrenched and tugged at Fallen's arm as if he was trying to rip it off until the last possible second, letting out a sigh as he finally released the suffering FSX. A bit peeved he had to let go of the hold just before Fallen was bound to of given up, an angry Jon Taylor got right in the face of the referee the moment after he had to let go of the move. Cursing and yelling at the only official figure of the match, he paid no mind to the words of advice that Bill was yelling to him from ringside now, simply wanting this match to be declared over and for him to be declared the victor. Instead, FSX had recovered enough to roll him up from behind as he was distracted. What a twist! The referee, clearly irritated with Taylor, wastes no time dropping to the mat and going to count the pin.
ONE!!!!!!!
......TWOOOO!!!
....THR!!!
...Thr? Despite the fact the official of the contest is visibly pissed off at Taylor, and possibly trying to give a quick count and victory to Fallen Souls, the pin still didn't quite last for the full three, and Taylor escaped within a thread of his sanity as he still has a quite good chance to win this match. As both men are a bit slower to get to their feet on this occasion, Taylor was once again the first to his feet and he sure did look angry! You could say if he was a foot taller and on steroids he would be the incredible hulk! Seeing he wasn't, he still looked quite intimidating as he ran over to Fallen with no hesitation and attempted to hit a running knee strike to bring him back down to the mat once again. For once, however, his attack failed and FSX barely dodged him. As Taylor was seen running by, FSX decided to take any advantage that would be given to him at this point and quickly tried to hit the Eastern Promises. The incredibly delayed release millennium suplex is usually a quite effective move, but he wasn't about to successfully hit it on someone as well off as Jon Tay-- oh wait, he did! Managing to delay until the very last second, Fallen seemed exhausted from just lifting the massive weight that is Taylor at this point in the match, regardless looking quite happy with himself to hit the move flawlessly. As Taylor snapped back down into the ground and held onto his head in pure untouchable shame, Fallen slowly, and I do mean slowly, brought himself back to his feet and walked over to his fallen challenger. Looking him over quite carefully for a few moments, Fallen took in a deep breathe and slowly dragged him back to his feet. Having trouble getting a good grip of him on his occasion as they were both so slick with their own blood by this point in the match, Fallen shook his head and nailed Taylor with several knees to the gut, over and over and over again before he had no choice but to clutch his midsection and lean over, giving FSX the time to bounce off the ropes and come back with the Silence Scissor Kick. Not getting as much hang time as he usually does with the move, Fallen still managed to deliver it and drop them both to the mat, both of them not making any quick moves to signify recovery either.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:31:07 GMT -5
As they both were laid out on the mat, the referee teased counting them both out once again before they both began to stir and recover almost simultaneously. But who would manage to reach their feet first? Would it be the southerner who acts like he is god? Or was it the man for Asia who isn't from one of the popular countries in Asia? As time continued to slowly go on and on, it eventually became clear that Fallen would actually be the first to his feet, which should make sense considering he is the one that nailed the last move. Despite the fact he was, however, Taylor was the first to attempt an attack. Utilizing the spinning back fist that has allowed him to take advantage time and time again, he went for it once more only to be ducked on this occasion and have a clubbing blow come his way instead. A bit shocked to find himself in a battle of strength with the tiny man, Taylor may of taken the situation lightly as he allowed Fallen to nail several direct blows on him and Jon found himself stumbling back quite a bit, dazed, before he came back with a few stiff jabs and hooks of his own. Before anyone can truly tell who had the advantage of this situation, both men were trading fierce blows with each other simultaneously, and neither man appeared very willing to allow the other take advantage of the match. The battle of punches seemed to go on forever before the string of attack was finally broken, Taylor seeming to grow bored with there equal war of strikes and deciding to duck Fallen's bunch rather then go for another punch of his own. A bit startled at the sudden move by Taylor, FSX had no way to stop the momentum of his punch and found himself spinning with the strike and giving his back up to the Ultimate Competitor. Not about to let the opportunity go to waste, Taylor spent next to no time at all ducking down and lifting up FSX in the position for a move that many are fond of. It was only a moment later that he went ahead and delivered it, as Taylor almost seemed to jump up in the air as well as he hit the INCREDIBLE ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP! There is no doubt that Fallen must feel like he was actually dropped from some kind of flying electric chair, as he crashed and bounced off the mat, only to be pinned almost immediately.
....................ONE!
...................................TWO!
....................................................THREE!
Is what I would be saying, had it not been an incredibly close two count. In fact, Taylor was already jumping around the ring in celebration as he thought he had won the match and his title back, smirking and taunting a few fans as he waved for the title to be given to him so he could get out of here. However, for the second time this evening Taylor was a split-second away from victory as the referee informs him that Fallen got his shoulder up just a moment before the three count was made. Looking clearly irritated and almost furious at the fact he wasn't a two time champion just yet, Taylor nearly took out the referee this time, before remembering what happened the last time and quickly making his way back to FSX to take advantage of his incredibly weakened state, and finally put him away for good! As he made his way back over to the exhausted and destroyed champion, he froze in shock as Fallen suddenly leaned and rolled himself back, and suddenly kipped up into Taylor, trying to hit a vicious and surprising hurricanrana on him out of nowhere! Dropping back down to send Taylor flying, Fallen instead found himself suspended in the air as Taylor regained control and wrapped his arms around Fallen's waist, holding him there in the air before quickly dropping down with a move I will call the TAYLOR DRIVER! As Fallen was piledriven into the ground once again, he landed awkwardly from the sloppy counter by Taylor, and collapsed in what appeared to be a ball in the ring as his body spasmed. Looking around at his adoring fans, Taylor raised an arm in victory as instead of going for the pin he dropped down to lock Fallen in THE CLINCH! Making sure that he had a good hold of him this time, FSX seemed to awaken and stir as he was held there, only to get KNEE after KNEE after KNEE after KNEE quickly driven and slammed into his face! His body didn't move with his head as it swung back and forth this time around, blood pouring down his chest as he nailed that unintentional wound from earlier on that was opened up, sending Fallen likely in and out of consciousness as the referee appeared about to call for the bell and save FSX from this beat down, before Taylor stopped it.
Why would Jon Taylor, the Ultimate Competitor stop doing what was guaranteed to bring him victory? Because he's a cocky bastard who is clearly set on giving Fallen more and more punishment! As Fallen slumped over upon being released, Taylor signaled to everyone that this match was over now and forever, and quickly locked in the Triangle of Perfection. Fallen hardly even struggled in the move as he was a broken and destroy man at this point, the referee about to signal for the end of the contest again as he stopped moving for a few moments. Taylor grinned from ear to ear as he wrenched in the move more and more, enjoying the fact his victim had lost the energy to struggle. With convulsions of agonizing suffering and the fact that Taylor was shaking him about as he wrenched the hold more and more being the only things that stopped the referee from ending the match, Fallen thought back. All those who believed he was born to be transitional. All those that thought he was going to lost the belt in sixteen days once again. Could they really have been right all along? Was Taylor right to assume that FSX really didn't need to be given the belt back? Was this the end? As thoughts of past failure and future failure grew and found themselves filling him entirely, a burst of energy suddenly shot through Fallen. As his eyes suddenly shot open once again, Taylor looked to him a bit surprised but continued to tug and squeeze the bloody life from him, literally. With everything that he had left, Fallen shook and moved to his knees, grunting and coughing up a little bit of blood, before quickly ripping and straining himself to push Taylor's shoulders to the mat and make this into a pinfall, which Taylor wasn't about to deal with. With no real choice in the matter, the Ultimate Competitor quickly broke the hold for his own safety and cursed himself as a blood and motionless Fallen Souls still hadn't lost to him. Not yet, anyway.
What had to be done?! Even the referee was growing tired with officiating this long and bloody match between the two! Did either man really have the energy to put away their opponent, or did they simply have the energy to survive a moment longer? Both have evaded their own defeat time and time again in this match, but now there really must be nothing left. This is the final straw, the climax. The conclusion. The end. As Taylor returns to his feet and paces back and forth wondering what had to be done so he could win this match and be done with memories of the last two weeks forever, he stared at the bloody and defeated form of FSX and could only sigh at the fact he just wouldn't give up already and let him take what was rightfully his. Realizing there was really only one thing left for him to do to him, he slowly walked over to Fallen and took a handful of his hair, slowly dragging the champion back to his feet. Holding him up for just a moment, he slapped FSX across the face and immediately lifted him up, looking about to hit the Taylor Made before getting a kick to his own face. The slap apparently was enough to awaken Fallen as he suddenly was struggling and squirming in the hold, eventually sliding out of it. In shock, Taylor turned to him once again and looked to lift him up again before suddenly being hit with the beautiful, high arc RAINBOW S-T-O! Apparently using everything and anything that he had left within him, FSX slowly and with a bit of trouble returned to his feet as he saw Taylor laid out in the middle of the ring for a moment, still in utter shock. Taking the opportunity and all of us energy, he slowly ran over to the ropes and sprinboarded off the middle rope upward, only to again spring off the top rope as he came down and tried to hit the Frozen Motion. Looking clearly as if he was straining himself well flipping in the air, he managed to nail the maneuver on Taylor and bounce atop him, nearly falling back and out of the ring with all the momentum, but using the last of his where with all to collapse atop his challenger, and hope for the best.
...............................................ONE!!!!!!
......................................................................TWO!!!!
..................................................................................................No...
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It's over........THREEEEE!!
As the Bell rings, no competitor in the ring is moving as Bill looks on in utter disgust at what just happened, many in attendance staring in shock...before everyone came to their feet and began to applaud the spectacle they just saw.
Phillip: And the winner of this match...and STILL International Champion, FAAAALLLLEEEENNN SOOOOOUUULLS!
As 'Art of Life' begins to play once again, it doesn't stop many of those in attendance from applauding the two men in the ring for all the effort and determination they showed in desire to win the match. As both are still motionless, the referee calls for paramedics to come and help them out of there as the camera fades to black. With only one more match to go, will any more shock come from our finale? I wouldn't bet against it.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:31:38 GMT -5
Segment: “The Path of a Champion - Finale” Credit: T-Kiss The Great Basin Desert, Nevada 2/21/08 3:33 P.M. [Collapsed on the desert floor, Thunderkiss has surrendered himself to the 2nd trial - the trial of fire - as the sun beats his body into submission. Unable to continue, he has rolled himself over and allows mother nature to take its course - that is until he received some unexpected company. Xio’Zel, his own personal angel, has one again made her presence known to him. Whether or not this is an illusion or the real deal matters not for Thunderkiss can certainly see her and that’s all he needs for assurance.] Thunderkiss: You.[glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: That’s right, me. [/glow] Thunderkiss: Am I dead?[glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel *laughing*: No. It appears you have gotten yourself into quite a predicament here. Now tell me is this how you normally work out?[/glow] Thunderkiss: Of course not. [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: So you decided throwing yourself in the middle of the desert with no food, water or proper equipment would be more effective than training on all that expensive equipment in your gym? When are you ever going to learn?[/glow] [Thunderkiss does not answer. Lying here having fallen to the wilderness is humiliating enough for him without having to be lectured by a hot girl sporting a pair of wings.] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: You have the strength needed for any challenge, I saw to that myself. So tell me, why are you doing this to yourself?[/glow] Thunderkiss: To test myself. To keep myself focused. [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Aiden, the only thing you need to test is your heart. If you truly believed in yourself you wouldn’t be here right now. When are you going to realize that your biggest enemy is not anyone you will ever face in the ring, but rather yourself? [/glow] [Never has anyone ever spoken any truer words to him. Thunderkiss knows his biggest critic is indeed himself and while that may not necessarily always be a bad thing, his obsession with being perfect is most definitely a fault.] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Now get up and walk over that hill.[/glow] Thunderkiss: But - [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: I said GET UP! Walk! Believe in yourself![/glow] [Having enough of the angel’s preaching, TK doesn’t argue and instead reaches down deep and begins to pull himself up off the desert floor. His wobbly legs almost give out on him, but he steadies them and maintains his balance. Step by step be begins to climb the hill of sand, crying out in agony as he does so. What seems like an eternity passes and he finally approaches the hill’s summit. Reaching out with his bloodied and ravaged hands, he crawls the last few steps and finally resides at the peak.] Thunderkiss: Heh, I’ll be damned. [Having made it all the way to the top of the hill, Thunderkiss looks down upon not more endless miles of desert, but rather a small town right off a main highway. If he simply had the determination to keep going just a few more steps he would have realized the desert’s exit was just feet away. And then it hits him - this was the final trial, the trial of doubt. It was doubt that almost lead to his death and it was the overcoming of that doubt that has now saved his life. Laughing, he turns around to Xio’Zel and shouts - ] Thunderkiss: You knew all along didn’t you?![No reply comes for there is no one there. Finding her sudden disappearance odd, Thunderkiss quickly puts Xio’Zel out of his mind for the time being as he treads his way down to hill to his eventual rescue. Thunderkiss uses the next 48 hours before Bloody Valentine to heal his body. Now feeling calm, relaxed and more importantly, mentally prepared, he thinks about the angel’s words to him, “Believe in yourself.” Is that truly all one must do to overcome great challenges like the one that awaits Thunderkiss at Bloody Valentine? There is only one way to find out, and tonight he is going to do exactly that.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:33:45 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW World Championship Hunter vs. BK London vs. Thunderkiss vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: BK/TK)
It is time. Philip enters the ring.
Phillip: This main event is a FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ACW Heavyweight Championship!
[The fans demonstrate that they are very slightly excited by this prospect, by making enough noise that Philip doesn’t bother trying to say anything else until the first entrance theme kicks in.
"1776" by Iced Earth echoes throughout the arena, and it appears to be a new theme from ACW’s resident plot twister.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 240lbs, from Rochester, New York, Hunter!
The new theme continues to sounds through the speaker as Hunter walks through the curtain with a very confident look on his face. He receives a bit of a mixed reaction from the crowd this evening as he struts down the ramp towards the ring, but it doesn’t faze him too much. He slips into the ring and raises his arm over his head before doing the belt-around-waist gesture. From what happened last month at Ragnarok, Hunter can’t think of a better way than to get revenge on Jake by taking his championship belt.
Phillip: And the second competitor in this match, weighing in at 243 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, B-K London!
The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 3 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He surveys the crowd, looking left and right while absorbing the huge ovation and begins his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon hitting the end of the ramp, he stops one more time to look at the fans closer to the ring before quickly running and sliding into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he makes his way over to the corner and ascends to the middle turnbuckle, hitting one of his signature poses. The flashes of the camera from the legion of fans almost illuminate the arena as they manage to capture him for the few seconds he's on the turnbuckle. He then hops down and stares across the ring at Hunter, and awaits the two other competitors.
Phillip: And the third competitor in this match, weighing in at 353lbs, from Las Vegas, Nevada – Thunderkiss!
Iced Earth’s “God of Thunder” sounds through the PA system and the crowd erupts in boos for the former Entertainment and International Champion. Thunderkiss walks out to the stage, as flashy as ever, and stands atop of the rampway looking out into the crowd for a moment. When suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the rampway creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring. Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ringsteps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house.
Phillip: And the final competitor, weighing in at 215lbs, from Hong Kong, China, he is the ACW Heavyweight Champion, Jake Cheng!
“Second To None” by Styles Of Beyond comes to life and out from curtain comes Jake Cheng with both of his Kirsten Carter not too far behind him. Jake makes his way into the ring with his ACW Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder and stares across the ring at BK London. His eyes then trail over to Thunderkiss. And then the man who he defeated last month, Hunter. He knows that this is going to be an extremely tough first defense, but he thinks he’s up to the challenge.
He enters the ring and holds his championship up to the three other competitors before returning to his respective corner. RAF takes the belt and holds it in the air, signaling it’s for the ACW Heavyweight Championship. He now passes it to the timekeeper who rings the bell to start this match.
It’s almost impossible for the four combatants in the ring to choose who they want to strike first, with so many options brought before them. Their eyes dart around the ring, scoping out possible victims, but its BK London who decides to strike first and he goes for the biggest man in the match – Thunderkiss. With Jake’s attention on BK’s sudden movement towards the big man, Hunter manages to capitalize by taking the World Champion off guard with a huge forearm to the back of the head. Pounding ferociously, Hunter is giving Jake Cheng the beating of his life while BK London manages to hold the near four hundred pounder at bay. BK lights up the chest of Thunderkiss with a chop, which only angers the Entourage member. Overpowering BK, he grabs him and tosses him into the corner like a small child. He now looks to clobber BK with a huge overhand chop, but BK manages to evade the maneuver and fights back with a series of rights and lefts to the jaw of the big man. The crowd is going absolutely nuts as the pace between each punches grows quicker and it almost looks like a blur in the middle of the ring. Meanwhile, Hunter has got Jake in the opposing corner – choking him with the sole of his boot to his throat. As the face of the champion begins to turn red, Jake attempts any way he can to free himself from the move, but he’s unable to. Finally, Hunter releases the Asian Extraordinaire from the maneuver and sends him slumping down into the corner with a huge elbow to the jaw. Hunter picks up Jake once more and hoists him on his shoulders, possibly looking for a high impact maneuver, but Jake brings his offensive maneuver to a halt. The World Champion holds onto the top rope for his dear life as Hunter attempts to pull him away. After a few strikes with his elbow to the side of Hunter’s head, Jake manages to slip off the shoulders of Hunter and plants him into the mat with an Inverted DDT.
On the other side of the ring, Thunderkiss has managed to regain the advantage and he has the former two time World Champion on the ropes. He scores with an overhand chop to the chest, which brings BK down to one knee, but Thunderkiss picks him up again. Thunderkiss now irish whips BK London across the ring into the opposing ropes, but BK manages to hold onto the ropes to prevent the rebound. The big Thunderkiss speeds towards BK like an angry freight train, but BK pulls down the top rope and sends him flying over the top rope to the outside. Thunderkiss lands hard on the thinly padded mat, and you can see the gleam in BK’s eye – he has an idea. He sees Jake preoccupied with giving Hunter hell across the ring, and now he bounces off the opposing ropes and soars over the top rope. Managing to pull out a corkscrew plancha, BK takes down the former International Champion on the outside to the support of the crowd. Jake looks out the corner of his eye and sees both BK and Thunderkiss slowly rising to his feet, and decides he wants in on this high flying action himself. So he ascends to the top rope and waits for both men to look up. As they look up, the 215 pound champion comes down from the heavens it would seem and scores with a cross body – taking out both men on the outside. Now Hunter, all alone in the ring, doesn’t want to be left out of the festivities. Staggering back up to his feet, he sees all three men rising up on the outside and he bounces off the ropes. He soars through the middle rope, looking to hit a suicide dive, but all three men dive out the way in the nick of time. Hunter lands face first on the thinly padded mat on the outside and the crowd can’t do anything but laugh at the attempts of the former World Champion. Getting up and holding his nose, Jake sends Hunter back down to the mat with a huge enziguri to the back of his head.
BK London continues to go at it with Thunderkiss, before Jake manages to score with a forearm to the back of his head – bringing his offensive assault to a close. The pair now begins double teaming the former World Champion, and with one nod from Thunderkiss to Jake, it appears that both men are going to be working together in this match…for now. Jake tosses BK into the ring as the two men proceed to follow him, and they continue stomping away at his lower back and ribs. Picking him up, the rest him on the ropes and take turns delivering chops to his chest – getting massive boos from the crowd. Suddenly, to the surprise of both Jake and TK, BK begins fighting back. Scoring with a right hand to the jaw of Jake and a chop to the chest of Thunderkiss, he begins to fight his way out of the situation he has found himself in. The crowd begins to rally behind the fan favorite BK London, until the numbers game catches up to the Grand Slam Champion. With a huge chop block to the back of his knee, BK is brought back down to the mat by Jake, who now holds him down. Thunderkiss bounces off the ropes and he scores with a huge body splash to BK London – and he hooks the leg.
ONE . . TW-
But Jake Cheng pulls Thunderkiss off of BK.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:35:17 GMT -5
The two men begin exchanging words in the center of the ring, with obviously Jake not wanting to lose his championship in this Fatal Four Way match up. With the heated exchange of words, Thunderkiss pushes Jake – sending him into the corner. With that out of the way, Thunderkiss goes back to work on BK London – but Jake fires out of the corner and hops on the back of the 6 foot 7 behemoth. Raking him in the eyes, Thunderkiss is temporarily blinding and BK grabs him from behind. A huge back suplex brings Thunderkiss down to the mat, and it gets quite a bit of a pop from the crowd. BK now turns around and is almost the recipient of a roundhouse kick to the side of his head, but he manages to duck under it. He delivers a swift kick to the abdomen of Jake before whipping him off the ropes. With Jake coming off the ropes, BK looks to connect with a clothesline but the ACW Champion ducks under the attempt. Rebounding off the ropes, BK turns around and hopes to connect with a cross body but Jake has the same idea and both men take each other out in the ring. With three men down, it’s a huge opportunity for one man to come in and score a win. Hunter, who was watching intently from outside of the ring, slithers in like the snake he is and awaits Thunderkiss to rise up to a vertical base. Once Thunderkiss rises up – SPEAR! A Killer Spear brings him back down to the mat. BK is now up to his feet, only to suffer the same fate as Thunderkiss with a Killer Spear that sends him rolling outside of the ring. Jake gets up to his feet and Hunter looks to nail him with a Killer Spear, but the champion side steps the maneuver. Hunter lands face first in the turnbuckle, and quickly Jake stalks him from behind. Jake looks for an Implant DDT, but Hunter hoists Jake up in the air and tosses him onto the ring apron. Nearly falling, Jake grabs onto the ropes to maintain his balance, but he succumbs to the fate of his other two opponents – as Hunter spears him off the apron. Jake flies off the apron and lands right onto the announce table before rolling into the laps of both Edison and McNally, it appears he’s out of commission for now – which leaves Hunter in the ring with Thunderkiss. Looking to finish off the big man, he kicks Thunderkiss in his abdomen upon rising to his feet, and looks for the Shotgun. It’s a bit of a long shot, but Hunter does manage to get Thunderkiss off his feet – not very far off his feet, but off his feet nonetheless. Hunter quickly ditches the maneuver attempt as he feel a sharp pain in his lower back, and Thunderkiss takes advantage with a Scoop Slam. Hunter slowly recovers from the scoop slam, still holding his lower back in pain and as he gets up – Thunderkiss wraps his arms around his torso and squeezes for the dreaded bearhug. Hunter lets out a howl in pain as Thunderkiss continues to squeeze the life out of his opponent. With a huge smile on his face, Thunderkiss can feel the match slowly beginning to tip in his favor, and he loves every second of it. On the other hand, Hunter’s face tells a different story as his lower back is in constant pain and he can feel his breath being taken away with every passing moment. He begins to fade, and suddenly his arm goes limp. Referee Raymond Allen Fleming lifts the arm of Hunter up, but it flops right back down.
RAF: ONE!
He grabs the arm of Hunter once more and raises it in the air, it drops back down another time.
RAF: TWO!
It’s the moment of truth now; Thunderkiss can feel his win coming ever so closer as he continues to put the squeeze on Hunter. He’s seconds away from becoming ACW Champion. RAF raises Hunter’s arm up for the third time – BUT it stays up. Hunter garners a bit of crowd support as he begins elbowing Thunderkiss in the back of his head, and he is finally set free with a Mongolian Chop. Hunter bounces off the ropes now and scores with a huge forearm to Thunderkiss’ head. Thunderkiss gets up once more, and receives another forearm for his troubles. Finally the third time, Hunter scores with a Implant DDT in the center of the ring. Hunter makes the cover, hooking the huge tree trunk of a leg of Thunderkiss.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-
But Kirsten grabs Thunderkiss’ other leg and places it on the bottom rope without RAF seeing it. While it wasn’t on purpose to save Thunderkiss, she knows that she has prolonged the match so her man can have more time to recover. Hunter eyes the jezebel from outside the ring, and now rises up. He walks over towards the ropes, towards her, and she immediately backs away from Hunter. Suddenly, Thunderkiss comes charging towards Hunter from behind – only for Hunter to score with a drop toe hold into the ropes. Thunderkiss is rested upon the second rope, and it look as if Hunter is dialing up for the 619! He bounces off the ropes, and stops in mid run, before letting out a huge “NAAAH”. Thunderkiss turns around and Hunter strikes him in the knee. With the big man’s knees buckling under him, Hunter bounces off the ropes and scores with a Floyd Kick to the side of the noggin. Thunderkiss drops down and suddenly both BK London and Jake Cheng slide into the ring at the same time. Hunter turns around and runs into a kick from BK, right into his abdomen. BK now hoists up Hunter on his shoulders for an Alley Oop and as Hunter is coming down Jake plants him in the mat with an Ace Crusher – completing the Luck of the Draw. Both men spring back up to their feet, and chants of “Top DRAW! Top DRAW! Top DRAW!” fills the sold out ACW Arena. Both men stare at each other for a few moments, before turning to the crowd, which ignites a bigger pop from the crowd. The epic moment is however interrupted by Thunderkiss, who knocks Jake into BK London. BK stumbles backwards and falls through the middle rope to outside the ring, and Thunderkiss knocks Jake out for a loop with a huge big boot to the jaw.
Jake is knocked out cold in the center of the ring, and Kirsten watches on – concerned for the well being of her man. But even she is taken back when she sees Thunderkiss leaving the ring for the apron, and slowly ascending to the top rope. Hunter, who watches from the corner, is a bit shocked from what’s going on, and BK London who’s recovering from the outside is as well. Taking it one step at a time, Thunderkiss slowly climbs to the top rope – before perching himself on top. His legs may be a little wobbly, but he maintains his balance as he now stands up. He dives off the top rope, looking for the FIRST EVER Top rope Fall from Glory…and he misses.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:35:54 GMT -5
With all the time he took to get to the top rope, Jake managed to find the strength to move out the way and the big man lands on his tailbone. Holding his lower back in pain, BK rolls back into the ring and joins Jake and Hunter in awe of what just happened. The three of them look at each other, as they see Thunderkiss rising up – and BK scores with a bionic elbow to Thunderkiss. The Entourage member stumbles over to Hunter who delivers a knife edge chop to the chest of Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss stumbles over to Jake who scores with a huge right hand to the big man. Thunderkiss stumbles into the rope and Jake attempts to clothesline him over the top rope – but he fails. Hunter now gets his opportunity to shine as he backs up, and he also fails attempting to send Thunderkiss over the top rope with a clothesline. BK London backs up and attempts to clothesline Thunderkiss over the top rope, but even his plan doesn’t come to fruition. Eventually the three minds get together, and Jake Cheng and Hunter launch BK into Thunderkiss. BK takes Thunderkiss over with a Cactus Clothesline, which gets applause from the crowd. Without even a moment following, Hunter surprises Jake with a short arm clothesline before going back to work on the World Champion – meanwhile on the outside BK is handling his business. He grabs Thunderkiss’ large head, and smashes it off the announce table. The big man is knocked for a loop a bit and BK tells both Edison and McNally to move out of the way. Taking the protection off the announce tables, he removes one of the TV monitors and awaits Thunderkiss to rise up again. And once the big man does, Thunderkiss is taken out with a hefty shot from the TV monitor. BK tosses the monitor aside and Thunderkiss still isn’t knocked out. Finally, BK backs up and scores with a Shades of Michaels which sends Thunderkiss stumbling back into the announce table. He drops across the thing and inside the ring; Jake counters the Shotgun by Hunter into a DDT. Jake now turns towards the outside and sees Thunderkiss laid out on the table. BK signals towards Jake to attempt something big as he holds the big man down, and there’s no way in hell Jake is passing up this opportunity to take Thunderkiss out of the match. Jake ascends to the top rope from inside the ring, and stands perched before diving off with an elbow drop. But in a sly move, BK pulls Thunderkiss off the announce table – which sends Jake crashing through it from above.
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
Jake lays motionless in the debris of the table, and Kirsten quickly rushes over to attend to the champion. BK looks down at both the fallen Thunderkiss and Jake Cheng before turning to the ring, where he sees Hunter rising up from the mat. BK slips into the ring, and stalks Hunter from behind before laying him out with a London-Plex in the center of the ring. He hooks both legs, and it looks academic from here.
ONE! . . TWO . . T-KICK OUT!
Hunter gets his shoulder up to the dismay of the London-heads in the audience and BK himself. BK rises up and picks up Hunter before dragging him over to the corner where he punishes him with a chop to the chest. After a few more blows to the head, BK backs up and slaps his knee. Looking for the Kawada Kick version of his Yakuza Kick from Hell, he races towards Hunter, only to be left hanging – literally. Hunter side steps the maneuver, and BK gets his leg caught in the ropes. Hunter pummels London from behind, aiming for the back of his neck and grabs his other leg and places him in the tree of woe. BK attempts to free himself on several attempts, but is unable to, and Hunter comes right at him with a huge sliding dropkick to his face. BK’s body goes limp while stuck in the tree of woe, and Hunter quickly takes him down before covering London.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
Hunter punches the mat in frustration, and he now picks up BK before setting him up on the top rope. Hunter ascends the turnbuckles up to the top rope, and looks for what appears to be a Superplex on BK London – but BK begins to fight out of it. With a few punches from the fan favorite, Hunter almost falls off the top rope down to the canvas below. Surprising to everyone, Jake manages to hop up on the apron and he runs over and pushes BK off the top turnbuckle down to the outside – with an extremely nasty fall. BK lays motionless and Hunter slips off the top rope but manages to save himself by catching the middle turnbuckle. Still holding onto the ropes, Jake springboards from the outside and attempts to catch Hunter in a Sunset Flip Powerbomb but to no avail. He attempts to pull Hunter off, but Hunter refuses to let go of the top rope. A stiff punch to the bridge of the nose from Hunter drops Jake, and now Hunter turns around and ascends to the top rope.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:36:20 GMT -5
Perched on the top rope, Hunter is going to come off with something nasty and Jake Cheng is his prime target! Unfortunately for Hunter, he completely misses TK standing near the ropes and this missight is going to cost him! Leaping up and drop kicking Hunter’s legs off the top rope, Hunter falls straight down upon his junk causing everyone watching to cringe! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I have nothing to say except for “OUCH!” Maxwell McNally: Get the ice bags ready! Good Lord! Mouth wide open, Hunter straddles the top rope in pain while TK watches on with amusement. Seeing something coming out of the corner of his eye, Thunderkiss quickly ducks down in self defense. Looking up, he watches Jake Cheng fly straight over the top of him - right into Hunter! Reacting quickly, Cheng hooks Hunter’s arms back and then pushes his weight back and down ..straight into the mat below! The fans LEAP to their feet in disbelief as Cheng delivers the MANDATE FROM HEAVEN as if he was walking on a tight rope! Fans *chanting*: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! “Fast” Eddie Edison: My God! Lets look at that again on the replay! Can you believe that? It was as if Cheng was walking on air! Maxwell McNally: Jake Cheng is displaying exactly why he walked into this match as Champion and why he’s a favorite to walk out with the title as well! As soon as Hunter hits the mat, Cheng flips him over to his back and makes the pin fall attempt! ONE!
TWO!!
T ..... BREAK UP!!! Now back in the thick of things, BK drives his shoulder into the pin fall breaking it up with ease. His position in the drivers seat of this match up is short lived however as Thunderkiss comes charging across the ring and drops his big foot into the side of his head. Upset that the win has been taken from him, Cheng pulls himself up and begins to drive chops into both the chests of BK and TK. While this is transpiring, an injured Hunter rolls out of the ring and falls to the padded concrete. Wanting to find a place to recover without pestering, he has done exactly that. Back in the ring Cheng leaps up and nails TK with a FLASH KICK that knocks him down to the mat. BK and Cheng then lock up and grapple around the entire ring, neither man seizing the upper hand. Falling back on the ropes, Raymond Allen Fleming asks both men for a clean break but doesn’t not get one. As BK releases the grapple, Cheng drives two knees into his mid section; a blatant cheap shot! The crowd boos Cheng in unison causing him to shoot a finger their way, a move that causes even a greater rise from the audience. Back in the ring, Cheng flips BK over with a snap mare take over and then hits the opposite ropes! Coming back hard, he skids across the mat with a baseball slide that nails BK right in the back! London falls to his side in pain and Cheng rises to his feet - only to be taken down with a thunderous clothesline by Mr. 500%! Surprised at how quickly TK was able to get back into the match, Cheng is taken off guard and soon finds himself being driven into the mat by a series of Thunderkiss stomps! Picking Cheng up with a hand full of hair, Thunderkiss Irish whips him into the corner! However, Cheng reaches back and latches onto TK’s head and tucks it under his arm! Running toward the corner, he takes TK with him and runs up and over the ropes, swinging his body completely around! TK then falls victim to a tornado DDT, BUT the carnage does NOT end there! As Cheng lands, he sees BK rising back up and manages to nail him in the back of the head with a SHADES OF HELMS! Within a fraction of a second, Cheng pulls off an incredible combination! Crowd *in unison*: OHHHHHHHHHHHH Maxwell McNally: During my countless years in this business I have NEVER seen that ever pulled off before and that’s saying a lot! With two men both down at the same time, Cheng has no idea on which one to pin! So he does what any cleaver man would do - pin them both! Laying on top of both TK and BK, Cheng watches RAF begins the count! ONE!
TWO!!
THR ..... BREAK UP!!! He’ssssssssssss back! Hunter arrives just in the nick of time by KILLER SPEARING Cheng off both the ‘Kays. With a second wind, Hunter begins to pound away on all the other challengers and makes a statement why he should be champion! Picking BK and TK both up, he slams their heads together, taking them both out of the game for a while. Turning his full attention to Cheng, Hunter drives an elbow right into his forehead. The champion is stunned and Hunter takes advantage with an ELBOW DRIVER! Placing Cheng on his shoulders, he drops down and buries his elbow into his throat, almost crushing his windpipe in the process! Seeing Cheng gasping for air, being the great opportunist Hunter adds on more punishment in the form of a choke hold. Stepping right in, RAF pulls Hunter’s arm off Cheng’s neck causing Hunter to throw a fit! Before he can shove RAF, BK manages to shake off his pain and leaps up with a LUNGBLOWER! Clutching both sides of Hunter, he drives him down to the canvas HARD! At the same time Thunderkiss comes alive and get back into the action. Running toward BK, he leaps at him for a bulldog but BK side steps and spinkicks him right in the face! The fans give a loud pop as they witness BK London being the last man standing in this exchange! Not wanting to disappoint them, London pulls Hunter up by his hair and gives him a LONDON PLEX 2! Seeing Hunter thriving in pain after two hard hitting moves, London covers him and hooks his leg back, hoping he can steal this match away right here and now. ONE!
TWO!!
THRE ..... KICK OUT!!!
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